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<blockquote data-quote="Iron Sky" data-source="post: 4180164" data-attributes="member: 60965"><p>Session 3, Part 4</p><p></p><p>-Notes: played session 26 this last weekend. It went... unfortunately, in large part due to my misreading of what certain monsters summon. Skimming OR as AND actually makes a huge(character killing) difference. Feel bad about it, but there is some in-game justification for the extra "summoned" creatures. If I'd read it correctly, the two characters that died in the last two sessions might still be alive and, well... live and learn I guess.-</p><p></p><p>The group made a loose line and watched warily as the huge black-robed figure's descent gradually slowed until it finally came to a stop floating upright twenty feet off the ground. Harold figured it was about twelve feet tall and it seemed strangely bulky about the legs. <em>Or where the legs should be</em>, he thought, trying to discern any bit of anatomy beneath the voluminous black robe, long sleeves, and deep cowl. Only the lightning-spark of its eyes was visible.</p><p></p><p>For a long moment they stared at the thing until, with a beast-like roar, the sky-fallen one charged towards it.</p><p></p><p>Harold nocked an arrow as the thing's lightning eyes flared and a crackling blast of energy shot towards the sky-fallen one. The sky-fallen ducked and rolled as the beam struck the ground behind him and detonated.</p><p></p><p>Out of the corner of his eye, Harold saw the others glancing uncertainly amongst themselves, weapons drawn.</p><p></p><p>Harold too was undecided. He had no attachment to the sky-fallen one and, if the floating... thing turned hostile, it would be useful to see what its capabilities were before they had to fight it. </p><p></p><p>The decision was made for them a moment later.</p><p></p><p>Eight black-swathed, humanoid figures - about the height of a dwarf, but lean like an elves - dropped from the floating figure, landing kneeling in the dust, heads bowed, one hand on the ground, the other held out to the side and ending in a blade. As one, the eight figures looked up, lightning crackling in their eyes.</p><p></p><p>The sky-fallen one stopped in front of them, pressed his hands together, then dropped into a low stance, his hands moving in smooth yet precise patterns before him. He froze with one leg bent, foot pressed against the other knee, palms pressed together, eyes closed.</p><p></p><p>His eyes snapped open as the eight black figures' eyes all flared at the same time and beams of energy blasted out.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>Ilsa reeled with the force of the explosion against her shield. With a flick of thought she called upon the Scale of the Dragon and felt her totem energy shift as she charged forwards towards the black-swathed figures.</p><p></p><p>One turned and charged to meet her, its movements remarkably fast. She swung her sword and it vaulted over, unleashing a blast of energy from its eyes that she barely dodged. It landed and immediately lunged at her with its sword arm. She parried, slammed her shield into the thing, then brought her sword down onto its shoulder, bracing for the jarring impact of metal biting into flesh.</p><p></p><p>Instead her blade sheared through black cloth and rebounded with a clang, the numbing shock of metal-on-metal impact almost making her drop the sword. She stumbled backwards as it threw itself at her, slamming into her shield and using it to launch backwards in an aerial somersault, blasting her with another beam of energy while in mid-air.</p><p></p><p>She staggered backwards, armor glowing faintly, and braced herself, staring at the thing as the battle raged around her. As it launched into the air again, the black cloth that robed it came partially away, revealing the rough black-and-red of rusty cast-iron, with a small dent in its shoulder where her sword had struck.</p><p></p><p>Her eyes met the twin slits of energy that the thing had for eyes for a brief, still moment. Then the lightning flared anew and she threw her shield between her and it, bracing for another blast.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>Suniel reeled with the pain, his left arm dangling useless at his side as he hurled another gleaming coal at the black figure that pressed him backwards, striking it squarely in the chest. The coal burned through the cloth, clanged against something underneath, then flared brightly, shining red through the black cloth that garbed the figure before detonating in flame.</p><p></p><p>The thing landed, black cloth drifting down in smoldering scraps, the iron of its body glowing red around the gaping hole in its chest. <em>It's a construct?</em> Suniel thought, frozen for a moment in surprise. It took one jerky step towards him, then the light in its eyes faded and it stood there, inert.</p><p></p><p>Suniel took a deep breath of relief and gathered his wits.</p><p></p><p>He had only a moment. Before he could raise his hand or open his mouth to cast another spell, the thing flared with energy and exploded, hurling him backwards in a hail of charged iron shrapnel.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>Ming cursed and hit one of the two things harrying her, the force of the impact putting a huge dent in the side of its head and wrenching it to an extreme angle. It staggered back but didn't go down.</p><p></p><p>She kicked out and knocked the other away as it jumped towards her back, glancing up to see two more arrows clang into the big one as it traded blasts of energy and arrows with Harold.</p><p></p><p>With the brief respite she'd purchased, she sprinted a few steps up the hill and turned so, for a moment, the two she was fighting were down the hill in front of her, granting her a split second to take in the rest of the battle. Her companion were scattered about in small, deadly combats, Ilsa nearby holding off another of the things while Suniel and the Sergeant struggled with three more thirty feet away. As she watched, the Sergeant was cut down and they turned on Suniel.</p><p></p><p>Then the fire-walker stepped into view, holding an gold-chained amulet over its head. Instantly, all the iron constructs broke off and rushed it, eyes flaring in unison.</p><p></p><p>Ming wondered at the fire-walker's courage - or stupidity - as they converged on it. The fire-walker calmly lowered the amulet and held its long hand palm-up before its face, a lotus of flame blossoming in the fire-walker's palm. With a smile, the fire-walker blew.</p><p></p><p>All six of the remaining smaller iron constructs vanished in a blast of fire and, even at her distance, Ming recoiled from the intensity of the heat. When she turned back, the things were exploding amidst the swirls of fire. Then the fire dissipated, leaving a swath of ground studded with smoldering iron shards.</p><p></p><p>There was another boom and she turned in time to see the an arrow embed in the center the big, flying construct's of its head. Harold lowered his bow as the thing trembled, lightning playing through the black cloth that still swathed it. Then the shaking stopped and it stared at Harold, eyes flaring so brightly Ming could barely look.</p><p></p><p>Harold dove backwards but, as the beam of energy had just begun to form, the thing detonated from the head down, showering the area with sparking shards of metal.</p><p></p><p>Ming lowered her sword and turned towards the fire-walker. It sat on the scorched earth, legs crossed and hands on its knees, eyes closed, a smile on its lips.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Iron Sky, post: 4180164, member: 60965"] Session 3, Part 4 -Notes: played session 26 this last weekend. It went... unfortunately, in large part due to my misreading of what certain monsters summon. Skimming OR as AND actually makes a huge(character killing) difference. Feel bad about it, but there is some in-game justification for the extra "summoned" creatures. If I'd read it correctly, the two characters that died in the last two sessions might still be alive and, well... live and learn I guess.- The group made a loose line and watched warily as the huge black-robed figure's descent gradually slowed until it finally came to a stop floating upright twenty feet off the ground. Harold figured it was about twelve feet tall and it seemed strangely bulky about the legs. [I]Or where the legs should be[/I], he thought, trying to discern any bit of anatomy beneath the voluminous black robe, long sleeves, and deep cowl. Only the lightning-spark of its eyes was visible. For a long moment they stared at the thing until, with a beast-like roar, the sky-fallen one charged towards it. Harold nocked an arrow as the thing's lightning eyes flared and a crackling blast of energy shot towards the sky-fallen one. The sky-fallen ducked and rolled as the beam struck the ground behind him and detonated. Out of the corner of his eye, Harold saw the others glancing uncertainly amongst themselves, weapons drawn. Harold too was undecided. He had no attachment to the sky-fallen one and, if the floating... thing turned hostile, it would be useful to see what its capabilities were before they had to fight it. The decision was made for them a moment later. Eight black-swathed, humanoid figures - about the height of a dwarf, but lean like an elves - dropped from the floating figure, landing kneeling in the dust, heads bowed, one hand on the ground, the other held out to the side and ending in a blade. As one, the eight figures looked up, lightning crackling in their eyes. The sky-fallen one stopped in front of them, pressed his hands together, then dropped into a low stance, his hands moving in smooth yet precise patterns before him. He froze with one leg bent, foot pressed against the other knee, palms pressed together, eyes closed. His eyes snapped open as the eight black figures' eyes all flared at the same time and beams of energy blasted out. *** Ilsa reeled with the force of the explosion against her shield. With a flick of thought she called upon the Scale of the Dragon and felt her totem energy shift as she charged forwards towards the black-swathed figures. One turned and charged to meet her, its movements remarkably fast. She swung her sword and it vaulted over, unleashing a blast of energy from its eyes that she barely dodged. It landed and immediately lunged at her with its sword arm. She parried, slammed her shield into the thing, then brought her sword down onto its shoulder, bracing for the jarring impact of metal biting into flesh. Instead her blade sheared through black cloth and rebounded with a clang, the numbing shock of metal-on-metal impact almost making her drop the sword. She stumbled backwards as it threw itself at her, slamming into her shield and using it to launch backwards in an aerial somersault, blasting her with another beam of energy while in mid-air. She staggered backwards, armor glowing faintly, and braced herself, staring at the thing as the battle raged around her. As it launched into the air again, the black cloth that robed it came partially away, revealing the rough black-and-red of rusty cast-iron, with a small dent in its shoulder where her sword had struck. Her eyes met the twin slits of energy that the thing had for eyes for a brief, still moment. Then the lightning flared anew and she threw her shield between her and it, bracing for another blast. *** Suniel reeled with the pain, his left arm dangling useless at his side as he hurled another gleaming coal at the black figure that pressed him backwards, striking it squarely in the chest. The coal burned through the cloth, clanged against something underneath, then flared brightly, shining red through the black cloth that garbed the figure before detonating in flame. The thing landed, black cloth drifting down in smoldering scraps, the iron of its body glowing red around the gaping hole in its chest. [I]It's a construct?[/I] Suniel thought, frozen for a moment in surprise. It took one jerky step towards him, then the light in its eyes faded and it stood there, inert. Suniel took a deep breath of relief and gathered his wits. He had only a moment. Before he could raise his hand or open his mouth to cast another spell, the thing flared with energy and exploded, hurling him backwards in a hail of charged iron shrapnel. *** Ming cursed and hit one of the two things harrying her, the force of the impact putting a huge dent in the side of its head and wrenching it to an extreme angle. It staggered back but didn't go down. She kicked out and knocked the other away as it jumped towards her back, glancing up to see two more arrows clang into the big one as it traded blasts of energy and arrows with Harold. With the brief respite she'd purchased, she sprinted a few steps up the hill and turned so, for a moment, the two she was fighting were down the hill in front of her, granting her a split second to take in the rest of the battle. Her companion were scattered about in small, deadly combats, Ilsa nearby holding off another of the things while Suniel and the Sergeant struggled with three more thirty feet away. As she watched, the Sergeant was cut down and they turned on Suniel. Then the fire-walker stepped into view, holding an gold-chained amulet over its head. Instantly, all the iron constructs broke off and rushed it, eyes flaring in unison. Ming wondered at the fire-walker's courage - or stupidity - as they converged on it. The fire-walker calmly lowered the amulet and held its long hand palm-up before its face, a lotus of flame blossoming in the fire-walker's palm. With a smile, the fire-walker blew. All six of the remaining smaller iron constructs vanished in a blast of fire and, even at her distance, Ming recoiled from the intensity of the heat. When she turned back, the things were exploding amidst the swirls of fire. Then the fire dissipated, leaving a swath of ground studded with smoldering iron shards. There was another boom and she turned in time to see the an arrow embed in the center the big, flying construct's of its head. Harold lowered his bow as the thing trembled, lightning playing through the black cloth that still swathed it. Then the shaking stopped and it stared at Harold, eyes flaring so brightly Ming could barely look. Harold dove backwards but, as the beam of energy had just begun to form, the thing detonated from the head down, showering the area with sparking shards of metal. Ming lowered her sword and turned towards the fire-walker. It sat on the scorched earth, legs crossed and hands on its knees, eyes closed, a smile on its lips. [/QUOTE]
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