TURTLEDOME!: Battle Bone (DM: KenHood, Judge: Lord S.)

[Reklaw]

Drivan wipes the grease from his mouth with a napkin, "That sounds great ma'am, perhaps we should come up with a name for our group... Then we could be announced as something ferocious and they could then announce that we are sponsored by The Dusty Quill!"

 

[fireinthedust]

Actually, ma'am, I don't wear a tabard. I'm a sorcerer, which means for me and my flaming self that I wear this nifty skirt-like thing for armor. I would love it if you could do a stroboscopic tabard-strip for it, though. My elemental fires should be seen, y'know? (another reason, I have to say, why I don't have a cap for a feather) This food is delicious, by the way.
Now, about tactics: I've got a fire spell that can sweep away threats directly in front of me. I can also nail a single foe from a fair distance, or magically through my daggers, but as we're fighting a number of enemies I think I'll have to save that one. I think Drivan would be best in the back, then, using a Scorching Burst (or whatever it is you do) to clear the field while the rest of us do what we can from a distance. In fact, I think I'd better stay by the front, to blast away several foes without any of you in the way of my flames.

Drivan keeps a straight face during the discussion, feeling remarkably focused during his talk. He makes a few glances out the window, towards the hanged man, where Hadarai likely broods alone.

[sblock=conjecture] I mean, without reading that thread, I have no idea if he *is*. I mean, he could be grinding on the dance floor with some wenches (a 1-in-10 chance of them being bugbears or minotaurs, I read), for all I know. Still, Emral expects that after such an outburst, and with his apparent history, that's the likely state of their fearless tactician. (?)[/sblock]

 

[mohalloran]

"Vaunea need front. No back. Vaunea win battle. Use axe. Take hits. Need health. That's all."

Vaunea begins eating the tiny foods and enjoying every bite. She doesn't often get to sit at someone's table as a guest, and seems very excited by the prospect.

[sblock=rules question]Does cleave work on a minion? So, if I hit one minion, I auto-kill an adjacent minion? I didn't know cause I wasn't sure if you could kill a minion without an attack roll.[/sblock]

 

[Lord Sessadore]

[sblock=rules question]

Does cleave work on a minion? So, if I hit one minion, I auto-kill an adjacent minion? I didn't know cause I wasn't sure if you could kill a minion without an attack roll.

Yes, that works. The only damage that doesn't kill a minion is damage on a miss. For example, if you miss a minion with Reaping Strike the minion doesn't die. Any other kind of damage - including auto-damage auras or zones, or auto-damage from powers like Cleave - kills a minion.[/sblock]

 

[weldon]

A feather sounds nice... Finnian sort of drifts back into his daydreaming again at the table and then gives a slight start as he rejoins the conversation around him.

I've never been in a tournament like this before, usually just two guys in a circle, right? But I figure I can make myself useful. I'll go toe to toe with 'em, next to Vaunea and then Erlai will help keep em from moving around us. Sort of help us take advantage of the situation if they get distracted by the hawk.

Might I have some more? if you please?

 

[mohalloran]

"Where lie berry? Go lie berry 'marrow?" Vaunea says while scarfing down a small plate of food.

"More...please?"

 

[Reklaw]

In answer to Emral's points Drivan nods his head in agreement.

Turning at Vaunea's statement he pauses over her pronounciation... "Oh yes, the library. Thank you for reminding me Vaunea. I was thinking of heading there after we finish this wonderful meal... It's been awhile since I've been surrounded by my books..." Drivan gets a far away look in his eyes. Snapping out of it he digs in to his food with a renewed hunger, "This is a great meal! Thank you for having us for dinner!'

After a polite pause in the conversation... Drivan turns to Marco's father, "I believe we met your brother, Eustace today, sir. Were you an adventurer as well?"

 

[KenHood]

Drivan wipes the grease from his mouth with a napkin, "That sounds great ma'am, perhaps we should come up with a name for our group... Then we could be announced as something ferocious and they could then announce that we are sponsored by The Dusty Quill!"

One of the children shouts, "You could be the Murder Machine!"

Uncle Mikey says, "No, wait, dudes, you could like call yourselves the Dudes the Kill Stuff. That's like a super-scary name, and it's like major appropo because you have swords and stuff so that you can kill stuff."

Actually, ma'am, I don't wear a tabard. I'm a sorcerer, which means for me and my flaming self that I wear this nifty skirt-like thing for armor. I would love it if you could do a stroboscopic tabard-strip for it, though. My elemental fires should be seen, y'know? (another reason, I have to say, why I don't have a cap for a feather) This food is delicious, by the way.

Violet says, "Oh, I can see it now! We'll make a loincloth with 'Dusty Quill' on the back and front."

"How perfectly salacious!" says Talula, Marco's wife, leaning over to conspire with her daughter, "The words will be on his bum!"

The two titter.

"Uhm...I don't know about having the Quill's good name covering someone's naughty bits..."

Talula waves a hand. "Oh, pooh, Marco! Don't be a fuddy-duddy!"

"No, it's about decor--"

"Aw, man, I just got it. You guys are gonna fight in that giant turtle place with the monsters and stuff! That's like ***** awesome!"

"Hey! Watch your language around the children!"

"Yeah, it's ***** unnecessary, Uncle Mikey!"

*Whack!* Talula slaps the child that cursed in the back of the head. "Go to your room and eat a bar of soap!"

Sniffling, the child leaves the table.

"Vaunea need front. No back. Vaunea win battle. Use axe. Take hits. Need health. That's all."

"Hee-hee-hee!" screams a child with laughter, "You talk funny!"

*Whack!* Talula slaps that child in the back of the head, too.

The other children, all about to make fun of Vaunea, suddenly grow quiet.

"Aw, man, if you like need health, then I'm totally the dude to fix you up, babe. You know, like back in the day, I was like the cat's meow of state alchemists, a total like dog of the military. Man, I made some potions that made other potions jealous, you know. Oh, wait, man...I totally get it now. That's why my little nephew-dude was askin' me if I could like whip up some healing potions over the next coupl'a days...." The sentence devolve into incoherent mumbling, followed by Mikey staring into space.

Might I have some more? if you please?

"Oh! I do like a man that cleans his plate!" says Marco's wife, as she scurries off to the kitchen for more food.

"Where lie berry? Go lie berry 'marrow?" Vaunea says while scarfing down a small plate of food.

Several children suppress snickers. One, at the end of the table, starts to raise his fingers over his head, pantomiming horns. As he starts to open his mouth, Talula pops around the corner and points at him. The child deflates.

"You can't miss it. It's the gigantic dome near the center of the city. I'll be happy to take you there tomorrow. And I suppose someone will need to go to TURTLEDOME!..." (All of Marco's family start in shock as he shouts the word with much vehemence.) "...and inform the game administrators that Hadarai is no longer part of your group. I hear their contracts can be quite awful to break."

"More...please?"

"Certainly, dear," says Marco's daughter, Violet, "I'll get some for you."

Snapping out of it he digs in to his food with a renewed hunger, 'This is a great meal! Thank you for having us for dinner!'

Marco beams and stammers a welcome.

After a polite pause in the conversation... Drivan turns to Marco's father, "I believe we met your brother, Eustace today, sir. Were you an adventurer as well?"

"What?!" the old halfling shouts. He turns to Marco, "You took them to see that ****** *******, Eustace."

"Language!"

Mikey snaps out of his trance. "Duuuuude! I'm like Hezekiah's brother. That psycho Eustace is like our third cousin twice removed."

"W-well, Father, I remembered Cousin Eustace had a magic sword, and I thought that he might--"

"Listen, Miss Talula Hootenwilly," says Marco's father, "I am 113 years old, and I will talk any ******* way that I please!"

Marco's father turns to the party and points, "Let me guess, that ***** maniac, starting talking gobbledigook and punched one of you in the *****?"

 

[fireinthedust]

well, Hadarai is still going to fight; we can't change that. Don't worry, my rump will bring in enough attention to the dusty quill!

to "Pappy": Why yes. Yes he did. The option of having children notwithstanding, I think we dished out more of a beating than he did. We got the sword, too (Finnian, show them the sword). Keep in mind, we'll be beating everyone up with it while wearing your store's adverts. If you two don't get along, I'm sure your triumph with his weapon won't go unnoticed.

 

[KenHood]

well, Hadarai is still going to fight; we can't change that.

The conversation at the table dies.

"Wait. What? No... He said horrible things to me in front of my family and just walked out on you, and you're still going to let him be on our team?"

"C'mon, Violet, let's clear these plates," says Talula, "You children, off to your studies. Now."

All the halflings in the room scatter.