Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
Rhote grabs some dust or dirt from the floor and casually tosses it into the nearby air in the general direction the creature was last seen.
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[Pathfinder] Scotley's Kingmaker IC continued.
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Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
Seeing the prince move from his post, the druid takes up a position where he was
Kaodi
Hero
Her "fairy" senses tingling, Pixie takes a step in the right direction and expertly slices and dices that shadows.
OOC: Attack:1d20+4=9, 1d6+2=7, 1d100=44, Attack: 1d20+4=24, 1d6+2=8, 1d100=38, Critical: 1d20+4=22, 1d6+2=8, 1d6+2=4 . Well that will rearrange his face if it makes contact.
OOC: Attack:1d20+4=9, 1d6+2=7, 1d100=44, Attack: 1d20+4=24, 1d6+2=8, 1d100=38, Critical: 1d20+4=22, 1d6+2=8, 1d6+2=4 . Well that will rearrange his face if it makes contact.
Scotley
Hero
OOC: Just an FYI. My default has always been that when making a miss chance roll low is good. I suppose that violates the general D20 assumption that high rolls are good. Guess it is my old school experience as a DM going back to the original AD&D. Unless you state otherwise in your post I assume low is success. Hence Pixie's failure the previous round and soon to be posted exceptional success this round.
Scotley
Hero
Kyria tries to find the Shaman, closing her eyes and concentrating on hearing...listening for that shuffling footstep. The drag of those robes over the dirt...
Then she opens her eyes and takes a shot at the spot she thinks she hears it! Her shot flies true.
The Prince points to the northeast corner where he sees the blood and calls out to his companions, "There! I see blood!". He holds his position though, knowing that it is the best place to intercept the fleeing creature. Growing impatient, Prince Liam moves into attack where he last saw the shaman. He leaves the tunnel unguarded as he swings wildly through the air. Unfortunately his wild swings fail to connect with anything substantial.
Brondelleon hols his position and draws his Bow and an arrow. Though the arrow would have struck true, apparently the shaman has moved just slightly. He then moves to fill the space where the prince had stood as a block to exit.
Rhote grabs some dust or dirt from the floor and casually tosses it into the nearby air in the general direction the creature was last seen.
Pixie's expression seems to say that she does not know whether to frown because she missed or to smile because the chase is on. With her rush comes a moment of perceptual clarity though as she casts about for where the shaman may be hiding. The pattern of the falling dust and her "fairy" senses tingling, Pixie takes a step in the right direction and expertly slices and dices the shadows.
Again her swing finds only air, but there is only so much open space left where her now long arms haven't reached that the Shaman could be and the next blow results in a most satisfy feeling in her wrist as the axe bites deep into the face of the shaman. He appears now on his knees only Pixie's grip on the axe lodged between his eyes keeping him from falling the rest of the way. Her enlarged form towers over the corpse.
The terrified Kobolds in the room gasp in shock at the sight. The chieftain exclaims in his own language thumping the haft of his club on the stone floor for emphasis. he strides forward and reaches up to clap Pixie on the back.
[sblock=Draconic speakers only]"This female has freed us from the tyranny of the evil Shaman! Let her ever after be known as Skull Splitter, hero of the tribe! We will have a feast in honor of these good folk who have come to our aid in time of need and speak of an alliance. The shaman's goods are your by rights"[/sblock]
He ends brief speech with a sweeping gesture of his club at the items in the room. The Kobolds hoot and stamp their feet in excitement.
Then she opens her eyes and takes a shot at the spot she thinks she hears it! Her shot flies true.
The Prince points to the northeast corner where he sees the blood and calls out to his companions, "There! I see blood!". He holds his position though, knowing that it is the best place to intercept the fleeing creature. Growing impatient, Prince Liam moves into attack where he last saw the shaman. He leaves the tunnel unguarded as he swings wildly through the air. Unfortunately his wild swings fail to connect with anything substantial.
Brondelleon hols his position and draws his Bow and an arrow. Though the arrow would have struck true, apparently the shaman has moved just slightly. He then moves to fill the space where the prince had stood as a block to exit.
Rhote grabs some dust or dirt from the floor and casually tosses it into the nearby air in the general direction the creature was last seen.
Pixie's expression seems to say that she does not know whether to frown because she missed or to smile because the chase is on. With her rush comes a moment of perceptual clarity though as she casts about for where the shaman may be hiding. The pattern of the falling dust and her "fairy" senses tingling, Pixie takes a step in the right direction and expertly slices and dices the shadows.
Again her swing finds only air, but there is only so much open space left where her now long arms haven't reached that the Shaman could be and the next blow results in a most satisfy feeling in her wrist as the axe bites deep into the face of the shaman. He appears now on his knees only Pixie's grip on the axe lodged between his eyes keeping him from falling the rest of the way. Her enlarged form towers over the corpse.
The terrified Kobolds in the room gasp in shock at the sight. The chieftain exclaims in his own language thumping the haft of his club on the stone floor for emphasis. he strides forward and reaches up to clap Pixie on the back.
[sblock=Draconic speakers only]"This female has freed us from the tyranny of the evil Shaman! Let her ever after be known as Skull Splitter, hero of the tribe! We will have a feast in honor of these good folk who have come to our aid in time of need and speak of an alliance. The shaman's goods are your by rights"[/sblock]
He ends brief speech with a sweeping gesture of his club at the items in the room. The Kobolds hoot and stamp their feet in excitement.
Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
Brondelleon slumps his shoulders in relief to see the sight of the dead shaman. After the chief's speech he asks,"what did he say?"
Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
Rhote chuckles loudly. "It seems that our bandit prisoner is now a member of the kobold tribe. A feast will be held for us in her honor and she is now to be known as H'lak Brittan, or Skull Splitter in the common tongue. As she dealt the killing blow, she also has been given the right to claim any and all of the shaman's property as her own. Finally, the chieftain is willing to speak to our Lord about a mutual alliance between his people and our own, but I guess that would come during and after the feast."
Rhote gives Pixie an appraising look, and for the first time with a measure of respect, before closing his eyes and leaning against the cavern wall in a mixture of satisfaction and exhaustion. The difficult and successful events of the last couple of days have taken their toll.
Rhote gives Pixie an appraising look, and for the first time with a measure of respect, before closing his eyes and leaning against the cavern wall in a mixture of satisfaction and exhaustion. The difficult and successful events of the last couple of days have taken their toll.
Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
Brondelleon smiles and gives a nod of approval. "Well done, Pixie!"
Kaodi
Hero
Keeping her arms still Pixie carefully raises up her right boot to push the body of the kobold shaman off of her axe. She cocks her head slightly to the side, glancing towards Rhote and says, with a look of mixed bewilderment and disgust on her face, "They said wha...?" Then her expression just - freezes.
Inside Pixie's mind she paces back and forth in a fuzzy and indistinct looking cave without decoration. "How can I have been inducted into the tribe of these vermin?" she asks herself plaintively, incredulous. "I'd as soon kill them as look at them most of the time. Besides, I don't want to be a kobold! I'm a fairy girl!"
A second Pixie crosses the path of the first, moving to a different section of the gave before arguing 'aloud' "Come on, where's your sense of humour? Being a kobold could be awesome! Just think, you are in on the ground floor of this silver mine claim, which you totes won't have to mine yourself because that is what scrawny lizard people are for. And should all of those straight-laced types die horrible in the jaws of some exotic and ravenous beast, entrails glistening under the Sun, blood splattered over impossib-"
"Aren't you getting a bit carried away?" interjects the first, suddenly a bit sceptical of her own alternate self.
"Maybe a little bit," nods the first, sagely. "But that is what we do, right?" she says with a mischievous grin. "Anyway - should something happen at least we will have somewhere other than that trading post to kick back and lick our wounds. Not like these kobolds are going to suddenly decide we are a bandit again after we show up without our 'escort' ."
"I suppose... but kobolds, really?"
"Have we had any other offers lately? You have a family of sprites you have been holding out on me with?"
"No, I guess not..." Pixie lets out a huge sigh. "Fine."
Back out the outside of Pixie's head, the young woman suddenly turns around towards the assembled kobolds and raises her axes above her head, one still dripping with gore, and a huge grin, a look of deranged glee on her face. "I AM YOUR QUEEN, H'LAK BRITTAN!"
Inside Pixie's mind she paces back and forth in a fuzzy and indistinct looking cave without decoration. "How can I have been inducted into the tribe of these vermin?" she asks herself plaintively, incredulous. "I'd as soon kill them as look at them most of the time. Besides, I don't want to be a kobold! I'm a fairy girl!"
A second Pixie crosses the path of the first, moving to a different section of the gave before arguing 'aloud' "Come on, where's your sense of humour? Being a kobold could be awesome! Just think, you are in on the ground floor of this silver mine claim, which you totes won't have to mine yourself because that is what scrawny lizard people are for. And should all of those straight-laced types die horrible in the jaws of some exotic and ravenous beast, entrails glistening under the Sun, blood splattered over impossib-"
"Aren't you getting a bit carried away?" interjects the first, suddenly a bit sceptical of her own alternate self.
"Maybe a little bit," nods the first, sagely. "But that is what we do, right?" she says with a mischievous grin. "Anyway - should something happen at least we will have somewhere other than that trading post to kick back and lick our wounds. Not like these kobolds are going to suddenly decide we are a bandit again after we show up without our 'escort' ."
"I suppose... but kobolds, really?"
"Have we had any other offers lately? You have a family of sprites you have been holding out on me with?"
"No, I guess not..." Pixie lets out a huge sigh. "Fine."
Back out the outside of Pixie's head, the young woman suddenly turns around towards the assembled kobolds and raises her axes above her head, one still dripping with gore, and a huge grin, a look of deranged glee on her face. "I AM YOUR QUEEN, H'LAK BRITTAN!"
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