Walking Dad
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May I also use bluff to telepathically distract them? It is also the skill for feinting and Jalaan is much better at it.
A Season of Bones - OOC
DistractingFlare
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WD: Sounds fine.
VV: In this case, sure. That would be fine. Let's say it costs your standard action to grab him and you can drag him with your move action.
Vertexx: Don't be sad. Ja'Cart has also been doing the most damage. All of the initiative rolls were really close for this one.
I'll update the combat once VV has changed his actions.
VV: In this case, sure. That would be fine. Let's say it costs your standard action to grab him and you can drag him with your move action.
Vertexx: Don't be sad. Ja'Cart has also been doing the most damage. All of the initiative rolls were really close for this one.
I'll update the combat once VV has changed his actions.
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DistractingFlare
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HEY EVERYONE, GUESS WHAT?!
You're Level 4 now. Please post your updates here and then edit your sheet in the RG.
You're Level 4 now. Please post your updates here and then edit your sheet in the RG.
hehe you got a story out of me. ;P[sblock=The Transformation]The energy of the far realm that the adept struck the thri-kreen with must have broken through some kind of internal genetic floodgate. Something is obviously wrong with Ja'Cart as he is lead into the hall of victors. He does not eat or speak to anyone, and goes back to his cell as soon as the guards will let him. He pulls the rag of a sheet they give the prisoners over his strangely pulsating form back in his cell.
Roars of anguish can be heard coming from the slave pens, though the guards are far too scared to actually enter the cell with the unabashed flesh reaver. The blanket can be seen rippling, and other-worldly flashes of light illuminate small portions of the fabric. The sounds of cracking shell and deep furrows being scratched into the heavy stones of the floor cause the terrified sentinels to begin quaking in fear.
The tremors and bellows stop after what seems like ages. The stillness of the sheet frightens the guards almost as much as the sounds coming from the moldering cell. Something slimy and black slithers out from under the edge of the bedding. Thrown back a moment later, the centurians bolt when they see what is now getting back to its clawed feet in the pen.
The creature moves by the pen of the losing contestants, who cower in fear. Soft bursts of light reflect off the bars as it moves passed. A multi-faceted eye swivels briefly toward the lone woman there without stopping.
It sniffs the air with some kind of base need that draws it along the underground corridors back toward the feast that is set out in the hall of victors.
Through the curtain of the hall staggers a being that looks vaguely like Ja'Cart. Its carapace looks like its been shattered into a thousand pieces, with an eerie light softly pulsating through the cracks. His mouth-like mandibles have elongated into a truly menacing set of jaws, from which dangle a pair of slender, animated tentacles like a squirming mustache.
Several arm-length tentacles have sprouted from his back, which grasp futilely at objects like the drapes and walls and guards.
He looks around at those lounging and speaking to each other momentarily before both his eyes lock onto the food. He flings a brave centurian who tries to get in his way like a rag doll into another one and setting into the food as if he has never eaten before. And in this form he hasn't. Every scrap is consumed that is dropped or forgotten as everyone in the chamber recoils from the beast.
As it mindlessly devours all it can reach, the cloudy shells over its unblinking eyes split to reveal a shiny new pair of disturbing and sickly glowing blue eyes. The cracks start to close over its hide, and Ja'Cart's color begin to return, at least in part. Large portions of his under-side is now black, while the upper sides are still it's sandy yellow-brown.
When every edible morsel is gone, and his carapace fully healed, the kreen leans back, seemingly sated for the time being. "Wow that was...strange. Can anyone else smell that? Who fouled the Hall of Victors?"
OOC - The new feat I'm describing is from Psionic Power:
FOULBORN HERITAGE
And +1 to Str and Dex
+5 HP
+2 to hit
+2 to AC
+2 Ref
+2 Fort
+1 Will[/sblock]
Roars of anguish can be heard coming from the slave pens, though the guards are far too scared to actually enter the cell with the unabashed flesh reaver. The blanket can be seen rippling, and other-worldly flashes of light illuminate small portions of the fabric. The sounds of cracking shell and deep furrows being scratched into the heavy stones of the floor cause the terrified sentinels to begin quaking in fear.
The tremors and bellows stop after what seems like ages. The stillness of the sheet frightens the guards almost as much as the sounds coming from the moldering cell. Something slimy and black slithers out from under the edge of the bedding. Thrown back a moment later, the centurians bolt when they see what is now getting back to its clawed feet in the pen.
The creature moves by the pen of the losing contestants, who cower in fear. Soft bursts of light reflect off the bars as it moves passed. A multi-faceted eye swivels briefly toward the lone woman there without stopping.
It sniffs the air with some kind of base need that draws it along the underground corridors back toward the feast that is set out in the hall of victors.
Through the curtain of the hall staggers a being that looks vaguely like Ja'Cart. Its carapace looks like its been shattered into a thousand pieces, with an eerie light softly pulsating through the cracks. His mouth-like mandibles have elongated into a truly menacing set of jaws, from which dangle a pair of slender, animated tentacles like a squirming mustache.
Several arm-length tentacles have sprouted from his back, which grasp futilely at objects like the drapes and walls and guards.
He looks around at those lounging and speaking to each other momentarily before both his eyes lock onto the food. He flings a brave centurian who tries to get in his way like a rag doll into another one and setting into the food as if he has never eaten before. And in this form he hasn't. Every scrap is consumed that is dropped or forgotten as everyone in the chamber recoils from the beast.
As it mindlessly devours all it can reach, the cloudy shells over its unblinking eyes split to reveal a shiny new pair of disturbing and sickly glowing blue eyes. The cracks start to close over its hide, and Ja'Cart's color begin to return, at least in part. Large portions of his under-side is now black, while the upper sides are still it's sandy yellow-brown.
When every edible morsel is gone, and his carapace fully healed, the kreen leans back, seemingly sated for the time being. "Wow that was...strange. Can anyone else smell that? Who fouled the Hall of Victors?"
OOC - The new feat I'm describing is from Psionic Power:
FOULBORN HERITAGE
And +1 to Str and Dex
+5 HP
+2 to hit
+2 to AC
+2 Ref
+2 Fort
+1 Will[/sblock]
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DistractingFlare
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Wow, Vertexx. Excellent, excellent post!
Walking Dad
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Updates to Jalaan[sblock=Update]4 hp
+1 Defenses
+1 Attacks
+1 Skills
+1 Cha/int
Superior Implement Proficiency
Retrain Betrayal to Psychic anomaly[/sblock]
+1 Defenses
+1 Attacks
+1 Skills
+1 Cha/int
Superior Implement Proficiency
Retrain Betrayal to Psychic anomaly[/sblock]
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