Who Wants to be a Wayfinder? The New Class
SelcSilverhand
First Post
Vhir shades his eyes with one hand as he watches the cloud approach. For a moment he considers going below again but decides he should stay on deck. "After all" He muses, "I've never sailed through a cloud before." He grips a nearby railing so he won't be lost in the mist.
[SBLOCK]
Spot - 25
Will - 12
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[SBLOCK]
Spot - 25
Will - 12
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"I am she," Whisper agreed, not bothering to correct his assumption that this was a disguise. The mask, the cloak...the obscuration of self...that was the truth. A bare face; that was a disguise. The mask that pretended not to be.
She bowed her head and curtsied with the edges of her cloak in deference to the wizard then. "It is an honor and a pleasure to meet you, Sool," she said. "Tales of your magical prowess are not hard to come by among the crew. It speaks highly of you."
Perhaps she would have said more, in an attempt to ingratiate herself further with the wizard. Maybe an innocent comment in hopes he would reveal the extent of his powers to impress an adoring fellow student of the arcane. But the clouds whirling down upon the ship stopped her mouth, and she shivered slightly and drew her cloak more tightly around herself.
"What's this?" Whisper asked, hugging herself in her thin cloak and thinner garments.
Spot http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=149076
Will save http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=149077
(GAH...isn't there a help file for these confounded posts? The insert hyperlink thing doesn't seem to function as advertised. I am humiurated!)
She bowed her head and curtsied with the edges of her cloak in deference to the wizard then. "It is an honor and a pleasure to meet you, Sool," she said. "Tales of your magical prowess are not hard to come by among the crew. It speaks highly of you."
Perhaps she would have said more, in an attempt to ingratiate herself further with the wizard. Maybe an innocent comment in hopes he would reveal the extent of his powers to impress an adoring fellow student of the arcane. But the clouds whirling down upon the ship stopped her mouth, and she shivered slightly and drew her cloak more tightly around herself.
"What's this?" Whisper asked, hugging herself in her thin cloak and thinner garments.
Spot http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=149076
Will save http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=149077
(GAH...isn't there a help file for these confounded posts? The insert hyperlink thing doesn't seem to function as advertised. I am humiurated!)
[sblock]Alright, Initiative.
Whisper, Talbot, Vhir, and Tel all failed their saves. They have a -1 to Initiative, Attacks, and Saves.
Johan needs to make his Save. The DC is 15.
For now we're going to assume that all of you are in your own little cloud enshrouded worlds. If you want to naviagte the ship its basically gonna be random who you run into and even heading to familiar sites like the hatch down will be difficult in this fog.
The whole ship is blanketed with fog that replicates a n Obscuring Mist spell giving concealment and the like.[/sblock]
The cloud was like grayish pea soup. It carried with it the cold chill of death, the cold chill that seeped into the bones and caused even the bravest hearts to quail. Quickly it became difficult to see more than a few feet in front of your own face.
“Do not worry, it is only a…,” the changeling would never know what it was only as the wizard gasped and reached for his pouch. “Whisper! STEP BACK!”
There was a loud clunk as a booted foot placed itself on the railing right in front of Whisper. The changeling hardly had time to react as a bolt of mystical energy blasted passed her, sending the unwanted intruder plummeting. Whisper had only glimpsed the figure, but what little she’d seen had been all mangled rotting flesh and tattered clothing.
The wizard pointed at the sky and uttered three syllables, and suddenly there was a beacon floating over the ship and a loud blaring noise. “We’re under attack!” he said to Whisper, get below, quickly. The crew will handle this!”
And, just as he said that, two more of the figures materialized out of the mist around them, their hollow eyes gleaming with hatred.
- - - - -
As Vhir stared out into the cloud his keen eyes managed to resolve a shape in the distance. He could hardly make out the shape, but, as it came closer the silhouette came more and more into focus. It almost appeared to be another airship, though he could see no elemental ring gleaming about it.
As Vhir stared the beacon blazed above the ship and the alarm rang out. The crewmen near Vhir quickly dashed off into the mists. The sounds of dozens of booted feet clanging across the deck were all that Vhir had now in this personal little universe of fog.
And then a growling caused him to turn, his heart quailing further. A wolf, all polished bones, and gleaming white stared at him, growling despite its lack lips and lungs.
- - - - -
Down in the hold Midian remained oblivious to the cold, though his mount began neighing and clopping its hooves skittishly. He also remained oblivious to the sound of booted feet as they approached him from behind, closer and closer. There was a flash of steel and then…
WHAM!
Talbot bucked, planting both hooves directly into the chest of an undead monster and sending it careening into a wall. The creature fell with a thud, but another one seemed to step directly out of the ethers nearby, its long hideous tongue dripping saliva as it prepared to pounce on Midian and his horse.
- - - - -
Johan heard the footsteps in the hall even as his lady friend, crewman Ashal, giggled at one of his witty remarks. As he turned, he first thought that the figures were merely other crewmen, but he soon noticed that there were subtle clues that something was amiss. Their clothes were in the old style, not the sleek new clothing of the modern Lyrander airship contingent. The hats were the wrong shape, the buttons were tarnished and outdated. Also, one of them was missing his lower jaw and both stared out of cold gleaming eyes.
[sblock]I still need a will save.[/sblock]
- - - - -
“His name is…,” the Professor was cut off by the sound of the alarm ringing.
“
,” the Captain muttered. “Professor, get down below. Boromar, go with her and keep an eye on her. We’re under attack.” With that, the Captain dashed into the mists and was swallowed up, though the two could easily hear him shouting orders to the crew.
- - - - -
“Alright, Tel, I’m recalibrating the elemental bindings…. AHHH!”
Tel heard the alarm blaze and the sound of scraping and new instantly what was happening. His arm shot out and grabbed the gnome by his collar even as the rope affixing the artificer to the ship snapped.
“The hell was that?!” the artificer screamed, even as Tel pulled the lever that drew them up. The two were still hanging within arm’s reach of the ship’s railing when they saw the two corpse-like creatures, knives poised to cut Tel’s own rope and send the two tumbling a thousand feet.
Whisper, Talbot, Vhir, and Tel all failed their saves. They have a -1 to Initiative, Attacks, and Saves.
Johan needs to make his Save. The DC is 15.
For now we're going to assume that all of you are in your own little cloud enshrouded worlds. If you want to naviagte the ship its basically gonna be random who you run into and even heading to familiar sites like the hatch down will be difficult in this fog.
The whole ship is blanketed with fog that replicates a n Obscuring Mist spell giving concealment and the like.[/sblock]
The cloud was like grayish pea soup. It carried with it the cold chill of death, the cold chill that seeped into the bones and caused even the bravest hearts to quail. Quickly it became difficult to see more than a few feet in front of your own face.
“Do not worry, it is only a…,” the changeling would never know what it was only as the wizard gasped and reached for his pouch. “Whisper! STEP BACK!”
There was a loud clunk as a booted foot placed itself on the railing right in front of Whisper. The changeling hardly had time to react as a bolt of mystical energy blasted passed her, sending the unwanted intruder plummeting. Whisper had only glimpsed the figure, but what little she’d seen had been all mangled rotting flesh and tattered clothing.
The wizard pointed at the sky and uttered three syllables, and suddenly there was a beacon floating over the ship and a loud blaring noise. “We’re under attack!” he said to Whisper, get below, quickly. The crew will handle this!”
And, just as he said that, two more of the figures materialized out of the mist around them, their hollow eyes gleaming with hatred.
- - - - -
As Vhir stared out into the cloud his keen eyes managed to resolve a shape in the distance. He could hardly make out the shape, but, as it came closer the silhouette came more and more into focus. It almost appeared to be another airship, though he could see no elemental ring gleaming about it.
As Vhir stared the beacon blazed above the ship and the alarm rang out. The crewmen near Vhir quickly dashed off into the mists. The sounds of dozens of booted feet clanging across the deck were all that Vhir had now in this personal little universe of fog.
And then a growling caused him to turn, his heart quailing further. A wolf, all polished bones, and gleaming white stared at him, growling despite its lack lips and lungs.
- - - - -
Down in the hold Midian remained oblivious to the cold, though his mount began neighing and clopping its hooves skittishly. He also remained oblivious to the sound of booted feet as they approached him from behind, closer and closer. There was a flash of steel and then…
WHAM!
Talbot bucked, planting both hooves directly into the chest of an undead monster and sending it careening into a wall. The creature fell with a thud, but another one seemed to step directly out of the ethers nearby, its long hideous tongue dripping saliva as it prepared to pounce on Midian and his horse.
- - - - -
Johan heard the footsteps in the hall even as his lady friend, crewman Ashal, giggled at one of his witty remarks. As he turned, he first thought that the figures were merely other crewmen, but he soon noticed that there were subtle clues that something was amiss. Their clothes were in the old style, not the sleek new clothing of the modern Lyrander airship contingent. The hats were the wrong shape, the buttons were tarnished and outdated. Also, one of them was missing his lower jaw and both stared out of cold gleaming eyes.
[sblock]I still need a will save.[/sblock]
- - - - -
“His name is…,” the Professor was cut off by the sound of the alarm ringing.
“
,” the Captain muttered. “Professor, get down below. Boromar, go with her and keep an eye on her. We’re under attack.” With that, the Captain dashed into the mists and was swallowed up, though the two could easily hear him shouting orders to the crew.- - - - -
“Alright, Tel, I’m recalibrating the elemental bindings…. AHHH!”
Tel heard the alarm blaze and the sound of scraping and new instantly what was happening. His arm shot out and grabbed the gnome by his collar even as the rope affixing the artificer to the ship snapped.
“The hell was that?!” the artificer screamed, even as Tel pulled the lever that drew them up. The two were still hanging within arm’s reach of the ship’s railing when they saw the two corpse-like creatures, knives poised to cut Tel’s own rope and send the two tumbling a thousand feet.
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Primus said:
"What the hells?" Midian gapes at the creature, then his instincts click in. The young druid snatches up his short spear, pointing behind him with his free hand and barking out, "Guard my back, Talbot."
OOC: [sblock]
Initiative for Midian: 8
Initiative for Talbot: 8
Handle Animal check: 15
If I'm thinking right, drawing his short spear and the handle animal check both count as move actions, so Midian can't use a melee attack until next round. If he can attack, he will (attack +1, damage 1d6+1 piercing)[/sblock]
SelcSilverhand
First Post
The dead, empty eye sockets of the skeleton wolf fill Vhir with fear and at the same time, a sense of pity. It may be just the mist, but he thinks he can almost see the swirling form of the tortured animal soul trapped in it's body. Vhir curses his choice of spells he asked Kreelah to barter for this morning. His favorite spell was of little use with no plants around. Grimly he levels his longspear and calls out to the wolf. "Come my friend, let me end your pain."
[SBLOCK]
5 Initiative, already applied negatives.
Ready vs Charge. Attack +1 1d8+2
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[SBLOCK]
5 Initiative, already applied negatives.
Ready vs Charge. Attack +1 1d8+2
[/SBLOCK]
Bront
The man with the probe
Anybody can make a Know (Arcana) or Know (Religion) check to learn something about your opponents.
[sblock]Initiatives
Undead Tongue Drooler - 20
Midian – 8
Talbot – 8
- - -
Wolf Skeleton - 27
Vhir – 5
- - -
Johan – 15
2 Undead Crewmen - 1
- - -
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Johan’s longsword flashed with holy power, knocking one of the monstrosities back, leaving a deep open gash in the creature’s chest. Slowly, achingly, intestines began to unravel in that cavity, slipping to the ground even as the creature stepped forward and struck at the Paladin, unheeding of its wounds. Its cutlass slashed out, catching Johan across the chest. Johan moved to step out of the creature’s way only to be caught by the cutlass of the other undead. The sword sank deep into Johan’s chest, causing the paladin to gasp in pain and crumple back. The pain shooting up his arm was intense
[sblock]Johan deals 5 smitey damage. He is then knocked to 1 hp by the zombies. I didn’t expect that, but cest la vie. I’ll try not to kill you all too bad.[/sblock]
- - -
Before Vhir could ready his weapon the skeleton was upon him. Its teeth tore at his upraised arm, tearing flesh free.
[sblock]Your action was negated by his high Init, NOW its your turn, Selc. The wolf deals 3 damage.[/sblock]
- - -
The horrid creature that seemed to have once been a half-elven sailor leapt with preternatural ability, its teeth closing on the haft of Midian’s spear. The druid pushed the beast back, and spun his spear, even as the horse reared and swung its hooves at the monster.
There was a distinct cracking of ribs as the monster tumbled to the ground. As it stood back up, the creature seemed to gasp in a very horrible manner, as if its lifeless chest was all shattered bone. But this would not stop its inexorable attack as it lunged at the horse with its two hands – no, not hands, not anymore… claws.
One of the claws traced a line of red across the horses thigh, eliciting a squeal of pain even as the creature bit into the creature’s shank, eliciting another horrid whinny. The hore spasmed and froze, its eyes wide, its muscles seemingly frozen in place. It was almost too horrible for the druid to watch!
[sblock]Talbot takes 7 hp worth of damage and is Paralyzed for 3 rounds.[/sblock]
[sblock]Initiatives
Undead Tongue Drooler - 20
Midian – 8
Talbot – 8
- - -
Wolf Skeleton - 27
Vhir – 5
- - -
Johan – 15
2 Undead Crewmen - 1
- - -
[/sblock]
Johan’s longsword flashed with holy power, knocking one of the monstrosities back, leaving a deep open gash in the creature’s chest. Slowly, achingly, intestines began to unravel in that cavity, slipping to the ground even as the creature stepped forward and struck at the Paladin, unheeding of its wounds. Its cutlass slashed out, catching Johan across the chest. Johan moved to step out of the creature’s way only to be caught by the cutlass of the other undead. The sword sank deep into Johan’s chest, causing the paladin to gasp in pain and crumple back. The pain shooting up his arm was intense
[sblock]Johan deals 5 smitey damage. He is then knocked to 1 hp by the zombies. I didn’t expect that, but cest la vie. I’ll try not to kill you all too bad.[/sblock]
- - -
Before Vhir could ready his weapon the skeleton was upon him. Its teeth tore at his upraised arm, tearing flesh free.
[sblock]Your action was negated by his high Init, NOW its your turn, Selc. The wolf deals 3 damage.[/sblock]
- - -
The horrid creature that seemed to have once been a half-elven sailor leapt with preternatural ability, its teeth closing on the haft of Midian’s spear. The druid pushed the beast back, and spun his spear, even as the horse reared and swung its hooves at the monster.
There was a distinct cracking of ribs as the monster tumbled to the ground. As it stood back up, the creature seemed to gasp in a very horrible manner, as if its lifeless chest was all shattered bone. But this would not stop its inexorable attack as it lunged at the horse with its two hands – no, not hands, not anymore… claws.
One of the claws traced a line of red across the horses thigh, eliciting a squeal of pain even as the creature bit into the creature’s shank, eliciting another horrid whinny. The hore spasmed and froze, its eyes wide, its muscles seemingly frozen in place. It was almost too horrible for the druid to watch!
[sblock]Talbot takes 7 hp worth of damage and is Paralyzed for 3 rounds.[/sblock]
Midian
Midian's shock quickly flares to rage. He feels the heat in his face, the pulse pounding in his ears, but all he sees is the beast who so savagely attacked his dear friend.
"Back to the hell you came from, and every devil there take you!" he bellows, ramming the point of his shortspear at his foe.
OOC:[sblock]Shortspear +1, 1d6+1 damage, x2 crit[/sblock]
Primus said:
Midian's shock quickly flares to rage. He feels the heat in his face, the pulse pounding in his ears, but all he sees is the beast who so savagely attacked his dear friend.
"Back to the hell you came from, and every devil there take you!" he bellows, ramming the point of his shortspear at his foe.
OOC:[sblock]Shortspear +1, 1d6+1 damage, x2 crit[/sblock]
The creature shuddered as Midian's spear burst through its chest. It twitched for a moment and then went limp, the dead light in its eyes going out as it fell to the ground, dragging Midian's weapon from his hands.
And from the hallway outside the cargo hold, Midian could hear Johan's curse and the scream of the young woman as some sorts of terrors descended on them.
And from the hallway outside the cargo hold, Midian could hear Johan's curse and the scream of the young woman as some sorts of terrors descended on them.
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