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NOW LIVE! Into the Woods--new character species, eerie monsters, and haunting villains to populate the woodlands of your D&D games.
Ring of the Fey Lord (DM:Atanatotatos, Judge:Lord Sessadore)Up:Lorik, etc.
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TwoHeadsBarking
First Post
Haruka climbs up the south bank back to the majority of the group. "That was the dragon joining the ranks of those who underestimate us. Or rather," she giggles, "those who underestimated us. It's a rapidly growing bunch."
Suddenly the smile fades from her face. "Are you well enough to travel? Arnamil had enough of a head start on us already before this distraction."
Suddenly the smile fades from her face. "Are you well enough to travel? Arnamil had enough of a head start on us already before this distraction."
JoeNotCharles
First Post
Ironheart rears its head back and lets out a trumpeting bellow of triumph. The sound echos off the ridge like a horn call as it punches its limb into the air, slashing its axe in a victory celebration. Vine-like tendrils erupt from the earth around it and lash back and forth in time with its lumbering dance.
Eventually Ironheart calms himself and shoulders his axe again. As he approaches Haruka the seams of his face split into what looks like a smile. "Well done!" he calls. "The was worth the death of some mere plants, to annihilate such a foe!!" As he speaks, the zone of rioutous vegetation which he brought forth during the battle abruptly wilts and falls to ash.
Eventually Ironheart calms himself and shoulders his axe again. As he approaches Haruka the seams of his face split into what looks like a smile. "Well done!" he calls. "The was worth the death of some mere plants, to annihilate such a foe!!" As he speaks, the zone of rioutous vegetation which he brought forth during the battle abruptly wilts and falls to ash.
covaithe
Explorer
ooc: Assuming we're actually out of combat now... I think the panther was running away, but it's possible r1 could change his mind.
Ikni finally succeeds in clearing the spots from her eyes. "They didn't underestimate us by much, I'm afraid. That was... I could use a moment to regain my strength. They were worthy foes." She salutes the headless dragon's corpse, before beginning her post-combat ritual of tending to her sword.
Ikni finally succeeds in clearing the spots from her eyes. "They didn't underestimate us by much, I'm afraid. That was... I could use a moment to regain my strength. They were worthy foes." She salutes the headless dragon's corpse, before beginning her post-combat ritual of tending to her sword.
renau1g
First Post
You manage to rest for a few minutes to recover your strength, wherever the panther crept off to, it appears that it has little interest in attacking the lot of you by itself. As your breathing returns to normal and the adrenaline levels drop, you see the path continuing up the hill towards the blacksmith's home.
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Short Rest is good, no interruption. [/sblock]
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Short Rest is good, no interruption. [/sblock]
JoeNotCharles
First Post
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Assuming Rhole's using Song of Rest, I'll spend 2 surges to get up to full. (Without song of Rest, it's 3 surges and I'm still down 1 hp.
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Assuming Rhole's using Song of Rest, I'll spend 2 surges to get up to full. (Without song of Rest, it's 3 surges and I'm still down 1 hp.
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TwoHeadsBarking
First Post
[sblock=ooc]I'll spend two and get to full. A bit wasteful, but I'm feeling extravagant.[/sblock]
Dunamin
First Post
Rhole stopped paying attention when the dragon stopped breathing.
He has returned to the site where Rock was destroyed, searching the grass frantically while down on his knees. Frustration turns to panic, panic turns to despair, and then despair finally turns to resignation. After several minutes of fruitless searching, he reluctantly gives up and rolls over to collapse on his back.
“There’s nothing left. No remains. No trace. Nothing.”
The gnome takes hold of his trusty instrument, not out of a desire to play but for comfort. He is unusually quiet for a long time, seemingly content to stare up at the sky… and suppressing sniffles. At some point, he instinctively begins playing the dirge for Rock again.
“No. I refuse to accept it. I’ll do what it takes to immortalize Rock if I have to jam reality apart and back again.”
Somehow tapping into the Power of Denial, Rhole’s face becomes a mask of determination and he plays up a new tune. One that starts off simple enough, but soon picks up the pace and begins to stir fundamental forces around you. Eventually the air becomes vibrant with energy, pulsing in the rhythm set by the Great Ultra-Intense Thundering Audio Ripper. And at some point, a separate but distinctive low-frequency instrument jams into the song with renewed vigor.
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1w7OgIMMRc4&feature=related"]Rise of Rock[/ame]
Rhole’s hair sets into motion and Rock rises out of it – fully reformed and backing up his friend to complete the song. Joyous reunion ensues.
“Rock!”
“Rock! You’re alive!”
Although you’ve never seen the critter able to truly communicate anything complex, it somehow musters a new height of eloquence. And the words it utters forever burns into your memory, as a truly prophetic statement.
“Rock reborn! World need Rock!”
He has returned to the site where Rock was destroyed, searching the grass frantically while down on his knees. Frustration turns to panic, panic turns to despair, and then despair finally turns to resignation. After several minutes of fruitless searching, he reluctantly gives up and rolls over to collapse on his back.
“There’s nothing left. No remains. No trace. Nothing.”
The gnome takes hold of his trusty instrument, not out of a desire to play but for comfort. He is unusually quiet for a long time, seemingly content to stare up at the sky… and suppressing sniffles. At some point, he instinctively begins playing the dirge for Rock again.
“No. I refuse to accept it. I’ll do what it takes to immortalize Rock if I have to jam reality apart and back again.”
Somehow tapping into the Power of Denial, Rhole’s face becomes a mask of determination and he plays up a new tune. One that starts off simple enough, but soon picks up the pace and begins to stir fundamental forces around you. Eventually the air becomes vibrant with energy, pulsing in the rhythm set by the Great Ultra-Intense Thundering Audio Ripper. And at some point, a separate but distinctive low-frequency instrument jams into the song with renewed vigor.
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1w7OgIMMRc4&feature=related"]Rise of Rock[/ame]
Rhole’s hair sets into motion and Rock rises out of it – fully reformed and backing up his friend to complete the song. Joyous reunion ensues.
“Rock!”
“Rock! You’re alive!”
Although you’ve never seen the critter able to truly communicate anything complex, it somehow musters a new height of eloquence. And the words it utters forever burns into your memory, as a truly prophetic statement.
“Rock reborn! World need Rock!”
