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Post by Arctorious Thunderhammer on Jun 27, 2013 16:08:15 GMT -8
Arctorious, inspired by the fantastic finger work by Carlos as well as his words, begins to seethe and breathe heavily from his clenched jaws in anticipation of the final crushing blow to be dealt to the final scorpion that lies before them. With no words but grunts to utter as he flings himself from the shattered stair case, down to the cold stone beneath him, he charges to the beast (moving from B3 e6 to C3 a6-well within his movement range), raises his warhammer to the sky and with a powerful thrust of his corded muscles, brings the hammer down 1d20 +2 (flanking) +5 (attack bonus)=22, doing 1d8+3 (regular damage)+1 (trait bonus)=5 damage
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Post by imp on Jun 27, 2013 21:02:39 GMT -8
The scorpion is defeated. The party easily cleans up the remaining dying scorpions.
Lyeas finds four more chitinous carapaces. The five total weight 1 pound and will probably draw a single gold all together if sold city-side in the market.
OOC: Each member of the party receives 65 experience! Lets try to go without rolling initiative now. Free form, but try to stick to one standard-move action sequence per post and leave time for others to interject.
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Post by Kiara Elmscrye on Jun 28, 2013 8:14:08 GMT -8
Kiara moves down the stairs to B3_F5. Is anyone hurt? she asks.
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Post by imp on Jun 28, 2013 8:16:56 GMT -8
"I have a scratch, but it's hardly anything m'lady" Bjorn says casually.
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Post by imp on Jun 28, 2013 8:18:32 GMT -8
"I have been stung. I felt sickened for a moment but it has passed." Vuron says looking over his armor carefully.
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Post by Rifain Rho on Jun 28, 2013 9:59:15 GMT -8
Rifain glances down a the gash on her forearm, but says nothing to the willowy elven lady descending the stairs. She flicks scorpion ichor from her greataxe, but doesn't sheathe it.
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Post by Dairmida on Jun 28, 2013 12:04:31 GMT -8
With the scorpions now little more than shattered shells, Dairmida's mind returns to the search for Lucio, and the shapeless threat that hangs in her mind. Her eyes flick to the floor of the room, looking for any signs of tracks.
PC 1d20+1
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Post by Arctorious Thunderhammer on Jun 28, 2013 13:20:49 GMT -8
Arctorious turns from the mangled green mess of shell and puss that was once a scorpion and takes in the rest of the room as best he can. Using the light from the opening where the broken stairs descend, he looks for Urindel. Spotting him, Arctorious walks to the slip of a man and says in a low voice; "Would you be so kind as to sweep the room for traps, my friend?"
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Post by Urindel on Jun 28, 2013 15:29:48 GMT -8
Urindel picks up his bow and inserts his rapier back into it's scabbard.
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Post by Arctorious Thunderhammer on Jun 28, 2013 16:59:18 GMT -8
Arctorious "hears" Urindels reply and smirks at the elf. "Fair enough. Not a team player. Funny. I didn't THINK I had smelt chicken after landing but now that I take another whiff..." Arctorious sniffs the air a few times and continues; "...I can smell the distinct aroma of a braised bird a bit more clearly now." And walks away, chuckling to himself, to see what Mischief Mrin is up to.
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Post by Lucian Bok on Jun 28, 2013 18:27:06 GMT -8
"Now, Now Mr. Hammer. There is no need to question anyone's courage here. In my time I have seen such accusations spiral out of control. Next thing you know, there is blood everywhere. What if that blood were to fall onto an artifact of some kind. Do you think your benefactors back home will want your blood all over everything we bring back? I think not. Do you think WE would want your blood all over our clothes? Certainly not. I didn't prepare the right spells today to clean up a bloody heap of warrior, so please remember, a bit of civility is rarely a bad idea."
Lucian repeats several words and gestures from earlier, and the crystal at the head of his cane again begins to glow with a soft eery light. He hold the crystal before his eye and begins looking at the room, scanning its entirety. Spellcraft DC15 OOC: Scanning the whole room would take several standard actions, so it will take a few seconds for him to look at everything.
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Post by Lyeas Elmscrye on Jun 28, 2013 18:39:12 GMT -8
Lyeas walks over to the carapaces and begins to stow them in his bag. As he does so, he says, "Heh, I think ya might 'ave better luck talkin' ta him if'n ya sing at 'em. Think that's all them feygents can hear."
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Post by Arctorious Thunderhammer on Jun 28, 2013 19:20:39 GMT -8
Arctorious turns and grins at Lucian as he wipes the gore from his war hammer. "Point taken. I'll be sure to watch my tongue and think better of those like him who don't shy away from the simplest of tasks nor the very thoughts in their minds."
Arctorious turns, walks past Lyeas and chuckles as he passes by the crouched elf. He then continues to walk on over to Devorar and scritches the large wolfs' head.
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Post by imp on Jun 28, 2013 23:35:45 GMT -8
Vuron takes a five foot step to stand next to Kiara. (C3_a4)
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Post by imp on Jun 29, 2013 0:22:35 GMT -8
Evan hops down the stairs happily and strides out into the center of the room spinning around to take it in. The walls of this floor are 12 foot high and made of stern, well mortared stone blocks. The floor of varied sized stone blocks is covered in deep clusters of moss each dotted with a few stalks of fungi. Thick vines crisscross the room, most emanate from the large hole in the northwest wall (A2_f6 to A3_d2). There are no windows. The stone blocks around the hole in the wall, from a distance, appear to be charred and in some spots perhaps even melted (A3_d2). A rectangular wooden table has collapsed against the northeast wall, spilling a large pile of books (A4_e2-3 and A2_f2-3). Most of these appear from a distance, to be grown over with moss and mold. Next to the collapsed table is a large pile of what seems to be burned books (A4_f2 and B4-a2). This charred mess is also grown over with moss. Dairmida, from a distance, spots a writhing mass of worms among the burned books (B4_a1). A bookshelf has several scrolls and parchments strewn around it, and is also covered in moss (A3_c6). Some broken urns and a single unbroken lie in a pile (A3_e5). There is a large round table at the site of the combat. The scorpions had nested under this table (C3_a6-C4_a1). The table bears an eight sided motif very common in imperial design. Each side of the octagon representing one of the duchies unified under the emperor of men. Urindel notices a pile of silver dust under moss growth on the southeast edge of the table. It appears to be 5 pounds (25gp) worth of silver dust. Urindel: No sign of traps in the immediate area (C4). Under the table, while gathering the carapaces, Lyeas, spots a glimmer of gold in the nest... (C3-a6) Dairmida carefully combs the room for traces of Lucio's passing, but finds no booted tracks. She does however find signs of large bipedal canine activity. These creatures seemed to have gone up and down the stairs several times in mass numbers. At least over a dozen of them. The bipedal canine tracks also lead to the large broken gap in the northwest wall. Lucian descends the stairs to view the whole room. His eyes glow a feint blue as he peers at the charred decay to the northeast. Lucian: Many auras among the piles of books. Both on the fallen table and in the charred mess. Preesha searches around for traps finding nothing(C3). Through the hole in the wall wisps of mist drift by. The sweet scent of the large flowers still fills the air, but the wet earthy scent of the moss has joined it. The tower is strangely silent after the last of the scorpions has expired. |
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