A Season of Bones

[Walking Dad]

Jalaan

Jalaan is slightly cursing himself for having to have the dwarf blurting out the obvious for him to see it. But he also saw the possible source of the control. Interesting.

Fearing a too deep mind contact with the controlled slaves, the ones affected simply sink down dead, without showing any injury.

[sblock=OOC]
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2692349/
Insight, Perception (1d20+2=10, 1d20+7=24)
Dishearten (1d20+8=14)
Dishearten (1d20+8=25, 1d20+8=10, 1d20+8=17, 1d20+8=14, 1d20+8=14, 1d20+8=23, 1d20+8=11, 1d20+8=24)
Dishearten Damage (1d6+7=8)

kills up to 9 slaves dead by 8 damage.

Immediate Reaction: Intellect Fortress

Old Crowd Favor = 58+9?

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Jalaan
Perception: 17 Insight: 12 Low-light Vision
AC 19 Fortitude 15 Reflex 17 Will 18
Initiative: +2
Hit Points: 43 / 43 Bloodied: 21
Temporary Hit Points: 0
Resist: Fire 7
Saving Throw: -
Action Points: 1 Second Wind: 1
Healing Surge:10 Surges per day: 8 / 8
At-Will Powers: Thought Projection, Dishearten, Mind Thrust, Psychic Anomaly
Encounter Powers: Infernal Wrath, Psychic Surge, Distract, Send Thoughts, 0/4 Power Points, Intellect Fortress
Daily Powers: Mental Trauma

Condition:

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[Vertexx69]

Round 4:

The fervor of the slaves throwing themselves at him doesn't seem to phase Ja'Cart, even though there are barely enough to surround the monk anymore. The kreen slaps his hands together into a pair of lotus holds and hovers up off the ground a couple of feet, drawing his legs into the full thri kreen version of the lotus position.

His unblinking eyes flare brighter and his voice reverberates out over the deafening roar of crowd. The energy in his words can be felt just as much as they are heard. "You have no idea of the power you bear witness to..." The final word echoing in the minds of all present.

The breeze at his feet whips itself into a howling gale of blasting sand. As the slave rush in around the monk the skin is torn from their bodies like they were caught in one of the great sandstorms that raged outside the city. Some slaves however are lucky enough to only have their lungs filled with the abbrasive silt that covers the floor of the arena.

One of these in front of the tentacle covered abberation gets his face torn cleanly from his skull by several of the slimier appendages. This reaveals the silently screaming bright bone beneath, as he collapses to the ground. Ja'Cart lowers his feet back to the ground before shifting out of the skeletal mass around him.

[sblock=Actions]Free: Speak, Flurry of Blows for 10.
Minor: none
Move: shift 2.
Standard: 5 Storms1d20+11=26, 1d20+11=29, 1d20+11=26, 1d20+11=27, 1d20+11=27, 1d20+11=22, 1d20+11=22, 1d20+11=16,1d8+6=7[/sblock][sblock=Ja'Cart]Ja'Cart—Male Thri-Kreen Monk 4, Reach 1,
Initiative: +7; Passive Perception: 13, Passive Insight: 13; low-light vision
HP: 39/39, Bloodied: 19, Surge: 9, Surges left: 8/8
AC: 21, Fort: 17, Reflex: 18, Will: 15
Speed: 7
Action Points: 1/1, Second Wind: Not Used, Milestones: 0

Stone Fist Flurry of Blows
Dragon's Tail
5 Storms
Telekinetic Grasp
Open the Gates of Battle
Thri-Kreen Claws
Eternal Mountain
Disrupting Advance
Unstable Mind
Masterful Spiral
Supreme Flurry

Ja'Cart[/sblock][sblock=OOC]Doh! The average dmg rolls couldn't last forever.

If Ja'Cart takes dmg, he'll use Unstable Mind: TENT anyone that enters an adjacent square to Ja'Cart or ends their turn there takes 5 psychic dmg.[sblock=Fluff for when hit the 1st time]Ja'Cart roars as he is hit, spreading his large jaws fully over a foot and a half wide as he sinks into a low stance, and putting one of his lesser hands to the side of his own spike-covered head. Unstable cerulean energy crackles down his limbs and over the slimy black tentacles seem to writhe with a life of their own.[/sblock]
Damage Totals:
unlucky slave 7+10=17 (dead)
slaves X7 7 (dead)

Crowd Favor: 70+9=79+round 4 flavor bonus[/sblock]

 

[DistractingFlare]

The last of the slaves fan out, realizing that the time for their deaths has arrived. Each one of them lunges at a different opponent. Their strikes barely miss your trained dodges, and they're left stumbling, crying, with eyes full of pain and fear. The final slave attempts to run, and begins beating his swollen, bloody hands against the heavy wooden gate.

"Please! Mercy! Please!"

[sblock=Battle Info]
Slaves Remaining: 5

Crowd Favor

Ja'Cart 82
Jalaan 68
Daran 50
Muzdum 32[/sblock]

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Let them be, we've done enough." says Muzdum, throwing away his axe.

 

[Vertexx69]

Round 5:

Waves of energy emminate from the monk as he stands toe to toe with what will most likely be his final victim of this spectacle. His claw and tentacle tips glow white hot before they lance out one at a time, burying themselves in the main joints of the whimpering slave.

The twitch as each deadly hit strikes its mark can be felt by every member of the crowd, metaphorically speaking. Some of the spectators actually look away as they feel the finally racing toward its inevitable conclusion. The kreen swivels his head to gaze out at the crowd, and in particular those that have seemed to lose their stomach for the prolonged execution.

"Is this not why you have come? For the monstrous entertainment of life at its very end? So bare witness and tremble at the river of blood you so cravenly desired. Feel the spray of these men's lives wash over you, and be changed." He tears off one of the spasming man's arms. "This is not sport." Then the other. "This is not entertainment." The lower half of a leg follows. "This is not even punishment." The other leg vanishes at the hip with sickening popping sound as the joint is wrenched apart. "This is one being's will exerted over that of another." Ja'Cart slices open the man from sternum of navel, spilling his insides for all to see. "What this really is...is sad." With that he peels open his truly inhuman jaws and cleanly snips the slaves head from his shoulders before the final tentacles protruding from the suspended slave's trunk tear it into several more pieces which drop to the ground among the rest of the poor soul.

Ja'Cart throws his blood painted claws into the air with a bellowing roar so loud that that screams from crowd are drowned out for a few terrifying moments. He then moves in a blur over to the man that ran away, standing behind him. Death incarnate covered in blood that glows brighter in places as the light of the far realm escapes from inside his carapace in random places in the shadow of the arena wall.

[sblock=Actions]Free: Speech, Flurry of Blows for 10.
Minor: none
Move: Move 9 to the last slave if he can (OtGoB movement).
Standard: Open the Gates of Battle vs Refhttp://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2694326/OtGoB (1d20+11=31, 3d10+6=36),http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2694338/OtGoB crit (1d6=3)[/sblock][sblock=Ja'Cart]Ja'Cart—Male Thri-Kreen Monk 4, Reach 1,
Initiative: +7; Passive Perception: 13, Passive Insight: 13; low-light vision
HP: 39/39, Bloodied: 19, Surge: 9, Surges left: 8/8
AC: 21, Fort: 17, Reflex: 18, Will: 15
Speed: 7
Action Points: 1/1, Second Wind: Not Used, Milestones: 0

Stone Fist Flurry of Blows
Dragon's Tail
5 Storms
Telekinetic Grasp
Open the Gates of Battle
Thri-Kreen Claws
Eternal Mountain
Disrupting Advance
Unstable Mind
Masterful Spiral
Supreme Flurry

Ja'Cart[/sblock][sblock=OOC]Felt the crit and final hit deserved a little nod just 1 point shy of the 50 mark.

Damage Totals:
unlucky slave 39+10=49 (dead)

Crowd Favor: 82+5=87+round 5 flavor bonus[/sblock]

 

[stonegod]

Seeing the last of the slaves fleeing, Daran chuckles and off-handedly chucks his huge axe at one of the fleeing men. It hits him dead on in the back, and, with a look of surprised fear, he falls face first into the sand.

Daran raises his arms and bows, knowing this was the end.

OOC: Chuck his axe as an improvised attack. Hit!. That's another point (or 2 if it was cool enough. ) So 51+Flavor.

 

[Walking Dad]

Jalaan

The dwarf is right. This weaklings will not help me to play the blood-dept. Jalaan thinks as he brings down his arm that holds the reddish orb.

[sblock=OOC]

http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2694124/less crowd favor than the insectile aberrant beast

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Jalaan
Perception: 17 Insight: 12 Low-light Vision
AC 19 Fortitude 15 Reflex 17 Will 18
Initiative: +2
Hit Points: 43 / 43 Bloodied: 21
Temporary Hit Points: 0
Resist: Fire 7
Saving Throw: -
Action Points: 1 Second Wind: 1
Healing Surge:10 Surges per day: 8 / 8
At-Will Powers: Thought Projection, Dishearten, Mind Thrust, Psychic Anomaly
Encounter Powers: Infernal Wrath, Psychic Surge, Distract, Send Thoughts, 0/4 Power Points, Intellect Fortress
Daily Powers: Mental Trauma

Condition:

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[DistractingFlare]

As Jalaan and Muzdum lower their weapons, the slaves in front of them drop dead, their arms flailing convulsively, their eyes rolled up into their head, their chests heaving in the madness of oblivion. Only one slave remains, cowering at the edge of the arena in front of Ja'Cart.

Ja'Cart stares down at the pathetic wretch. A puddle of urine has pooled around the quivering elf's feet, and blood from its allies covers it in a gruesome cocoon of viscera.

Ja'Cart looks up, and directly ahead at Dictator Andropinis, who watches imperiously from his high seat in the beautifully decorated observation deck. He smiles and nods at Ja'Cart, indicating that the kreen should execute the final victim in order to bring The Slaughter to a close.

The crowd roars.

"Kill the bitch! Kill the bitch!" Their lustful cries echo throughout the desert. For a moment, between the echoes, silence reigns, and in that moment, the gladiators know peace.

Then, the roar reaches a crescendo, and the illusion of safety is shattered. The elf stares helplessly at Ja'Cart.

[sblock=Battle Info]Slaves left: 1

Crowd Favor
Ja'Cart 90
Jalaan 68
Daran 52
Muzdum 32[/sblock]

 

[Vertexx69]

The elf is sure he is already dead as a hard and spike covered arm is wrapped his shoulders instead of plunged into his chest and a smaller arm is placed at the small of his back. The thri kreen leads the last slave to the center of the arena floor for all to see as he levels his unblinking gaze at the magister for a moment before letting it sweep over the crowd. "How much blood would it take to slake your lust? Would the slit throats of your young stop your baying, or yours or yours?" He points randomly into the crowd. "You will not learn..." He walks away from the shivering elf, shaking his darkly armored head.

 

[Walking Dad]

Jalaan
Jalaan watches for Adropinis reaction. If he indicates someone els shall finish the elf, he will obey. He isn't sure if he condemned enough to fulfill his obligation to the dark powers. Better not to risk the dictators wrath.


[sblock=OOC]

Will use Mind Thrust of slave, if the dragonking commands.

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Jalaan
Perception: 17 Insight: 12 Low-light Vision
AC 19 Fortitude 15 Reflex 17 Will 18
Initiative: +2
Hit Points: 43 / 43 Bloodied: 21
Temporary Hit Points: 0
Resist: Fire 7
Saving Throw: -
Action Points: 1 Second Wind: 1
Healing Surge:10 Surges per day: 8 / 8
At-Will Powers: Thought Projection, Dishearten, Mind Thrust, Psychic Anomaly
Encounter Powers: Infernal Wrath, Psychic Surge, Distract, Send Thoughts, 0/4 Power Points, Intellect Fortress
Daily Powers: Mental Trauma

Condition:

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