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

In the Alchemy Lab and On the Street

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weldon said:

I suppose it wouldn't hurt to grab a leaf off a bush, right Vann? Where do you need us to go again?

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"Aw, yeeeeaaaah, man. That's ***** cool of you, but it's not a leaf, dude. It's like a huge..." Mikey spreads his hands about a foot apart. "...uh..." His hands get closer together. "...little..." He gives up using two hands and shows two fingers barely a centimeter apart. "...berry-looking things. They're like red with yellow speckles. And you don't want to eat them, because then you'll be like a wizard and shoot fireballs, but our of your *****."

mohalloran said:

"Vaunea get bush. Or plant. Make Mikey happy. Where live? Who live?"

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"Cool, babe. I can see we're like totally synchronic on the same wavelength, you know? Like, 'Down with the man!'"

mohalloran said:

"Mikey protect book. Funny. Just words. No special words. Axe make head explode. Words not. But Mikey likes it."

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"Yeeeeaaaah. Exploding heads are cool."

Mikey leads you onto the street and points down the road, giving you directions. The metal-nosed halfling attempts to be discreet in his actions, hiding his face, but it only makes him look very, very guilty.

"Okay. Now, if the dude catches you, don't tell him I sent you, 'cause he'll like freak out. I mean FREAK! with a capital Fuh-Reeee! And don't try to buy the...uh...not-berry things, because the dude is like totally suspicious and hates me so much that he won't sell them to anybody. I like tried already with a couple of the kids and a hobo, too. Man, who doesn't like hoboes?"[/sblock]

[sblock=weldon]You are correct, sir. I mis-remembered the full sized weapon in off-hand thing.[/sblock]

In the Tavern

Thanks for the info, LS!

fireinthedust, looks like you'll be playing the part of Hadarai until Ata returns.

[sblock=Hadarai and Emral Only]You lucky booger!

The man with the heroic chin falters. He lowers his crossbow and snarls, "Well, you just better watch it, Mister. Next time, I might not be in such a merciful mood."

As hero-chin walks away, he points two fingers at his eyes and one finger at Emral.

The other adventurers, shaken, fade into the background.

After finishing his cup of coffee, Emral notices Hadarai heading down the stairs and walking out the door of the tavern.[/sblock]

In the Alley

[sblock=Drivan Only][sblock=Reklaw's Questions]

Reklaw said:

Can I use an action point or anything like that to get out of a grab?

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Yes. It's a standard action, so you can spend an action point to escape.

Reklaw said:

What roll do you want me to make?

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See p. 288 of the Player's Handbook. You use either Athletics or Acrobatics. If you succeed, you get to shift 1 square.

Reklaw said:

Assuming I can take no action until I get out of the grab right?

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See p. 290 of the Player's Handbook. Your character is only immobilized. You can perform other actions while grabbed.

Reklaw said:

If I cast an AoE spell with me at the center does it damage me?

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That depends on the spell...

• Scorching Burst: Yes. It will also provoke attacks of opportunity from all adjacent opponents.
• Force Orb: No, but it will provoke attacks of opportunity.
• Sleep: Yes, and the aforementioned AoO's.

Drivan is kinda in deep excrement right now. Don't worry. It's part of the story. And you can blame fireinthedust because he mentioned a quest for a radiant damage item. [/sblock]

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[sblock=Bad Guys' Rolls]Initiative (1d20+6=15, 1d20+5=23, 1d20+5=21)[/sblock]
Scarred Goliath -- Grabbing Drivan
Half-Orc with Big Axe
Olivia
Drivan -- HP: 13/22, Grabbed (Immobilized)[/sblock]

The scarred goliath moves one arm into a choke, applying pressure. [Minor Action: Sustain Grab; Standard: Attack - v. AC (1d20+10=13, 1d6+3=4)] But you manage to wriggle yourself into a position that negates his pressure, though he does still maintain the hold.

The half-orc laughs at your struggles and swats you again with his gigantic axe. [Standard: v. AC (1d20+8=26, 1d12+3=10)] Drivan takes 10 damage.

"Gods!" exclaims Olivia, "He's just a wizard! Can't you two 'tough guys' put him down?!"

She draws a dagger from out of her sleeve, and slams the butt at your forehead. [Minor: Draw Dagger; Standard: Attack -- v. AC (1d20+8=22, 1d4+2=4)] It strikes with a meaty crack, inflicting 4 damage.

Everything goes dark.[/sblock]

[sblock=Kenhood]My actions are... oh wait, I passed out Nothing to do right? No worries, I'll just make sure that FitD somehow trips into a boneswarm at some point

Going limp Drivan suddenly becomes dead weight in the Half-Orc's arm. He attempts to say something as he fades out, but it comes out as, "Nghhou.. Bih.."

Save vs. Death = [18] = (18)[/sblock]

[sblock=ook] Me playing both for this? Heh, ook; I didn't see that he was heading out when I saw this, and I thought up a cool dialogue (forgiveness all around, if it's not alright); I'll have him head out at the end. I can't remember his posting color, so I'll fix it when I'm done writing this. I think blue?

KenHood said:

You lucky booger!

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Heh. Let me get that...[/sblock]


Emral settles himself around toward the table, and with one finger brushes away an offending particle. He puts his elbows on the table and relaxes, finishing his drink.

Made a new friend? Hadarai said, settling down next to the Genasi and getting his own cup. Only as the sword-handed man had truly gone did the Eladrin take his casually-placed hand off his sword's hilt.
Who, the maimed guy with a chip on his shoulder? Yeah, I think he likes me. Bet we'll never see him again.
Yeah. He seems like the type who doesn't hold a grudge
Heh, or a greatsword.
Their cups drained in silence for a minute.
I don't want to discuss last night.
Not why I'm here... mostly that's true.[color]
More silence.
You the only one here?
Yeah. Drivan's off to the library to do some research. I'd go with him, but I think I've spent enough time with books as it is. Anyway, he's probably flirting with some nerdy bookworm girl right about now.
Mmm, likely we'd embarass him if we interrupted. Best not to go there.
Suppose we should try to be productive
I'm going to see the TURTLEDOME!now, before the match. I want to learn everything I can about the field of battle. Then we'll have a day to find whatever aides or tools we'll need to survive, even win.
Fine by me.

With that, Emral put his cup down and the two of them left for the Dome.

On the Docks to TURTLEDOME!

[sblock=FitD]Uhm...

I wasn't too clear. I didn't mean that you'd roleplay Hadarai, just that you'd handle him if you got into a fight or somesuch.

Thanks for the help. I know it's difficult for everyone when we have to wait a while for a player to post.[/sblock]

[sblock=Emral and Hadarai Only]Your walk to the docks occurs without incident, but as your near the Titan's Footprint, you can hear the roar of the crowd mixed with that of the sea. The sky drizzles. You can smell salt on the air and also the carnival scent of funnel cake and meat pies.

As you round the corner to the dock, you see a massive pavilion laid out before the Turtle.

The curious thing: People are rushing out of the pavilion just as you approach, and they begin to wave at you. Some of them, after they wave, rush back into the tent. And you see some of them standing in the opening of the pavilion, waving at you with one hand while ducking their head inside the tent.

As you get closer, several people cheer...but others hiss and boo.

The cheering seems directed at Emral, while the hissing and booing goes towards Hadarai. In fact, some people seem to be giving Hadarai some extremely hostile glares, scowls, and outright impolite gesticulations.[/sblock]

In an Undisclosed Location

[sblock=Reklaw]No need for a save v. Death. They were going for unconscious with their blows.[/sblock]

[sblock=Drivan Only]Your return to consciousness is slow and painful. Your ears ring. Your head aches. You can taste blood in your mouth.

You cannot see your surroundings. Something heavy and cloth covers your head.

You attempt to move your limbs. Your arms are tied behind your back, while your ankles seem to be tied to a chair in which you sit.

But most disturbing of all is that you can feel a heavy rope bound about your neck, and when you tested your bonds, your seat wobbled in a truly precarious manner.

You hear Olivia's voice, "I wouldn't struggle too much, if I were you. We've placed your chair on top of a rickety little table and tied a hangman's noose around your next. If you move too much, you'll tip over and...well...you get the idea. Also, don't try casting spells or any other foolishness. All we have to do is give that table a little kick, and we end up with a dead nice guy."[/sblock]

[sblock=Rock Star!]

Emral notes their scowls and hisses at Hadarai, his eyebrow perking in curiosity. Huh. They're booing at you. ...well, good luck with that!

He pats the Eladrin on the shoulder and speeds to the front of the crowd, arms spread wide, waving their cheers louder and louder. Who wants some magic?! Who wants some of the "awesome"?! He calls out to the crowd, and aiming up into the air he fires up some fireworks as he had before, this time with flames and a chaos burst; the sorcerer is careful not to harm anyone in the area.

[sblock=ooc] Should I roll a charisma check to excite the crowd further? 1d20+4=8 Bah, flubbed that one if I do need to roll.

Also: what is the racial demographic of the crowd: are we saying the folk of Daunton, or monsters/employees of TURTLDOME! ?[/sblock][/sblock]

[sblock=Kenhood]So in 4e all spells require some sort of movement or speech? Or can Drivan cast sleep on everyone without them realizing it?

Drivan coughs, wishing he could spit the blood from his mouth. Taking a moment to gather his thoughts he coughs again, blood spattering against the heavy cloth sack and dripping down against his chin.

He grimaces, knowing this group must need him for something. "...And what do you need me for?"[/sblock]

In Front of TURTLEDOME!

[sblock=FitD]

fireinthedust said:

Huh. They're booing at you. ...well, good luck with that!

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Aw, man! That's just wrong. Perhaps it's even more wrong that I'm still laughing about it!

fireinthedust said:

Also: what is the racial demographic of the crowd: are we saying the folk of Daunton, or monsters/employees of TURTLEDOME!?

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You know, I'm just not comfortable with that kind of rascist thinking. You should be ASHAMED! See? It's in all caps. That's how ASHAMED you should be!



It's the folk of Daunton, with some TURTLEDOME! employees working the crowd.

Now, if only you went INSIDE the pavilion...[/sblock]
[sblock=Emral and Hadarai Only]

fireinthedust said:

Who wants some magic?! Who wants some of the "awesome"?!

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fireinthedust said:

He calls out to the crowd, and aiming up into the air he fires up some fireworks as he had before, this time with flames and a chaos burst; the sorcerer is careful not to harm anyone in the area.

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Yes, and what care Emral demonstrates--immediately incinerating one side of the pavilion.

The crowd screams and scatters. Some roar with laughter. A few of the more drunken jeer--which is odd considering how early it is in the morning, but perhaps the party appeals to an alcoholic demographic. The hardiest of groupies rush in grab singed bits of the canvas, bearing their prizes like barbarian warlords brandishing the shrunken heads of their enemies.


Through the new hole in the wall, you can see a huge crowd of people within the three-ring-circus-sized tent. As soon as you look through, a horde of them turn and wave, screaming with glee. Then, they turn and face the front of the tent, pointing and laughing in amazement.

A fat, lower class woman rushes up and shakes her corn-dog in Hadarai's face. "How dare you talk to Marco like that!"

Other people in the crowd agree. Shaking heads...and sometimes fists.[/sblock]