Ashy's Oathbound Campaign, IC [ARCHIVED]
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Vendetta
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Xerxes, HPs: 39/39, AC: 17
((OOC: Since Xerxes is last (Which is kind of what he wanted, so he could see what everyone else was doing before acting) I'll just hold off on his action. Though, it will likely be Manifesting Energy Missile.
Energy Type Manifested: Cold
Manifesting Time: 1 Standard action
Range: 170 feet
Targets: Up to five targets or objects. No two targets can be more than 15 feet apart.
Duration: Instantanious
Saving Throw: Fortitude for half
Power Resitance: Yes
Power Points: 3 (I had 51, will have 48 after manifesting this power)
Damage: 3d6+3 to each target
REFLEX SAVE
Reflex = +8
1d20 roll = 11
Total save rolled = 19
((OOC: Since Xerxes is last (Which is kind of what he wanted, so he could see what everyone else was doing before acting) I'll just hold off on his action. Though, it will likely be Manifesting Energy Missile.
Energy Type Manifested: Cold
Manifesting Time: 1 Standard action
Range: 170 feet
Targets: Up to five targets or objects. No two targets can be more than 15 feet apart.
Duration: Instantanious
Saving Throw: Fortitude for half
Power Resitance: Yes
Power Points: 3 (I had 51, will have 48 after manifesting this power)
Damage: 3d6+3 to each target
REFLEX SAVE
Reflex = +8
1d20 roll = 11
Total save rolled = 19
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Kiera HP 41/41; AC 21
Kiera hands goes for her mace quickly and she raises her shield defensively to protect from any diving attacks. Her voice raises to a thundering echo, "Everyone stay close, form together closed ranks. We don't need any of our backs exposed. Xerxes center of the ranks. Baja, get your hide over here!"
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Kiera hands goes for her mace quickly and she raises her shield defensively to protect from any diving attacks. Her voice raises to a thundering echo, "Everyone stay close, form together closed ranks. We don't need any of our backs exposed. Xerxes center of the ranks. Baja, get your hide over here!"
Kiera will try to ward off whatever comes close trying to protect Xerxes (i.e. Aid Another, +2 to AC for him; Attack Roll 9 +6 = 15, needed a 10) or if they remain circling will hold her action to perhaps cast holy smite.
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deadestdai
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Baja, HP's: 62/62, AC: 18
Reflex Save: 19+5=24
On my way boss!! the half-orc yelled in reply, snarling at these obviously mean pukey-wing thingies.
Reflex Save: 19+5=24
Ferrix said:
On my way boss!! the half-orc yelled in reply, snarling at these obviously mean pukey-wing thingies.
Afraid that whatever nastiness is falling upon him will cause him harm, Baja reaches down for the nearest dead body at his feet and hauls it up over himself as a shield with one massive arm (STR 20 should make this possible) and reaches for his club with his free hand. With his makeshift "shield" in place, he makes his way over to his companions as ordered, though ready to drop his shield at a moment's notice should he get a chance to swipe at any low flying pukey-wing-thingies (Att: +13: d20roll= 11+13=24)
Ashy
First Post
...on the Field of the Dead...
-- Round 1 Summary--
As a rain of regurgitated bone shards - each slick with the corrosive stomach acids of their previous owners- falls, Kiera's hand goes for her mace quickly and she raises her shield defensively to protect from any diving attacks. Her voice raises to a thundering echo, "Everyone stay close, form together closed ranks. We don't need any of our backs exposed. Xerxes center of the ranks. Baja, get your hide over here!"
She does not have to wait long - the hail of bone and acid spatters down upon the party: bone shards sinking into flesh (both dead and alive) with a thick, sickening thunking sound and fresh stomach bile patters down like a perverted drizzle - causing metal, leather and skin to sizzle and pop. Kyron, Julian and Xerxes learn anew what pain can be, feeling the sensations of bone shards jabbing into their exposed flesh and the burning of their skin from churned-up digestive juices. Pain - like all other sensations - is heightened here on the Forge, and this pain (though realtively minor, compared to their pasts) nearly brings these stalwart warriors to their knees.
P.C. is pelted with this "rain" and the frey hisses in pain, its fur smoking in several places; it is apparent that whatever spell the feline had in progress is now disrupted, as a loud, bassal "galorph!" sound discharges unexpectedly amid a shower of orangish sparks. The frey curses in an unknown tongue, but you somehow know the general gist of what is said...
It is at that moment that the gaunt attack.
Blindingly fast, these wretched creatures dive bomb the party, whizzing past them in an effort to use their speed to both score a hit and still avoid retalliation. As they close in, you can see that these creatures are horribly thin and emaciated humanoids, with wretchedly evil faces, long gangly limbs and fingers, pointed ears and tattered bat-like wings (OOC: see attachment below). They look like nothing so much as a nightmare made flesh, and here in this field of utter carnage, they seem somehow, perfect. Several creatures dive out of no other reason than to provide distraction, as they do not even attempt to attack, but rather confuse and disorient. It is obvious that these creatures are wickedly intelligent.
A gaunt dives at Kiera, only to find her shining shield in its path - it pulls up sharply and begins flapping its wings, making ready for another pass. Kiera swings her mace as the horrid creature tries to gain altitude and narrowly misses.
Another attacks Tristan, whizzing by and trying to land a solid bite, but his armor proves far too protecting and no harm is done to the fighter. However, Tristan strikes the creature without hesitation, and a great fount of blood erupts from its back as it is nearly severed in twain! It falls to the recently bloodied ground, staining it yet again with its own crimson flow. Still living, the creature hisses through flat, grounded teeth at the fighter.
Baja, running back towards the party holding a dead body - a bipedial ram clothed in chainmail by the looks of it - over his head as a makeshift shield, is not so well protected. A gaunt swoops down and clamps down with a bone-crushing bite on his extended calf. The pain is excruciating, nearly causing the half-orc to lose his footing; somehow he stumbles on, reaching the relative safety of his party. Kyron, Julian, Xerxes, and P.C. suffer similiar fates during the wave of dive bombs.
Kyron, seemingly dazed a bit from the sudden attacks, swings wildly at the gaunt which nearly crushed his right shoulder, but misses.
The frey screeches madly and thrusts with his now-bladed forepaw but his strike is low and off-center - the gaunt laughs wildly (a depraved and evil sound that sends chills down your spines) and flaps away unharmed.
Julian attacks as well, trying to avenge a horrid bite to his thigh, but misses the strikingly quick creatures.
Eventhough Baja is now with the group, his massive club still affords him a swipe at the creature which scored a hit on his calf. Connecting solidly with the bat-winged creature, a resounding crack is heard and the creature's back (and several other bones as well) is very plainly broken. The gaunt falls to the ground with a thud, only to be immediately set upon by three of its brethren, who begin tearing it to shreds, devouring it on the spot. It becomes readily apparent that the sound of bones breaking is like music to these foul creatures' ears, for they begin screeching and cawing loudly and hoarsly upon Baja's hit (and the subsequent feeding frenzy)...
Xerxes's eyes glow with an eerie purple light, which slowly fades to an icy white - at that moment five missles of pure mental energy streak from his eyes and unerringly find five of the wheeling, soaring, screeching creatures (one of which was the gaunt which laughed at P.C. mere moments earlier). All five of them explode into icy nuggets which have turned into bloody gobbets by the time they strike the blood red sands of Arena...
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Baja:
Kyron:
Xerxes:
Julian:
-- Round 1 Summary--
As a rain of regurgitated bone shards - each slick with the corrosive stomach acids of their previous owners- falls, Kiera's hand goes for her mace quickly and she raises her shield defensively to protect from any diving attacks. Her voice raises to a thundering echo, "Everyone stay close, form together closed ranks. We don't need any of our backs exposed. Xerxes center of the ranks. Baja, get your hide over here!"
She does not have to wait long - the hail of bone and acid spatters down upon the party: bone shards sinking into flesh (both dead and alive) with a thick, sickening thunking sound and fresh stomach bile patters down like a perverted drizzle - causing metal, leather and skin to sizzle and pop. Kyron, Julian and Xerxes learn anew what pain can be, feeling the sensations of bone shards jabbing into their exposed flesh and the burning of their skin from churned-up digestive juices. Pain - like all other sensations - is heightened here on the Forge, and this pain (though realtively minor, compared to their pasts) nearly brings these stalwart warriors to their knees.
P.C. is pelted with this "rain" and the frey hisses in pain, its fur smoking in several places; it is apparent that whatever spell the feline had in progress is now disrupted, as a loud, bassal "galorph!" sound discharges unexpectedly amid a shower of orangish sparks. The frey curses in an unknown tongue, but you somehow know the general gist of what is said...
It is at that moment that the gaunt attack.
Blindingly fast, these wretched creatures dive bomb the party, whizzing past them in an effort to use their speed to both score a hit and still avoid retalliation. As they close in, you can see that these creatures are horribly thin and emaciated humanoids, with wretchedly evil faces, long gangly limbs and fingers, pointed ears and tattered bat-like wings (OOC: see attachment below). They look like nothing so much as a nightmare made flesh, and here in this field of utter carnage, they seem somehow, perfect. Several creatures dive out of no other reason than to provide distraction, as they do not even attempt to attack, but rather confuse and disorient. It is obvious that these creatures are wickedly intelligent.
A gaunt dives at Kiera, only to find her shining shield in its path - it pulls up sharply and begins flapping its wings, making ready for another pass. Kiera swings her mace as the horrid creature tries to gain altitude and narrowly misses.
Another attacks Tristan, whizzing by and trying to land a solid bite, but his armor proves far too protecting and no harm is done to the fighter. However, Tristan strikes the creature without hesitation, and a great fount of blood erupts from its back as it is nearly severed in twain! It falls to the recently bloodied ground, staining it yet again with its own crimson flow. Still living, the creature hisses through flat, grounded teeth at the fighter.
Baja, running back towards the party holding a dead body - a bipedial ram clothed in chainmail by the looks of it - over his head as a makeshift shield, is not so well protected. A gaunt swoops down and clamps down with a bone-crushing bite on his extended calf. The pain is excruciating, nearly causing the half-orc to lose his footing; somehow he stumbles on, reaching the relative safety of his party. Kyron, Julian, Xerxes, and P.C. suffer similiar fates during the wave of dive bombs.
Kyron, seemingly dazed a bit from the sudden attacks, swings wildly at the gaunt which nearly crushed his right shoulder, but misses.
The frey screeches madly and thrusts with his now-bladed forepaw but his strike is low and off-center - the gaunt laughs wildly (a depraved and evil sound that sends chills down your spines) and flaps away unharmed.
Julian attacks as well, trying to avenge a horrid bite to his thigh, but misses the strikingly quick creatures.
Eventhough Baja is now with the group, his massive club still affords him a swipe at the creature which scored a hit on his calf. Connecting solidly with the bat-winged creature, a resounding crack is heard and the creature's back (and several other bones as well) is very plainly broken. The gaunt falls to the ground with a thud, only to be immediately set upon by three of its brethren, who begin tearing it to shreds, devouring it on the spot. It becomes readily apparent that the sound of bones breaking is like music to these foul creatures' ears, for they begin screeching and cawing loudly and hoarsly upon Baja's hit (and the subsequent feeding frenzy)...
Xerxes's eyes glow with an eerie purple light, which slowly fades to an icy white - at that moment five missles of pure mental energy streak from his eyes and unerringly find five of the wheeling, soaring, screeching creatures (one of which was the gaunt which laughed at P.C. mere moments earlier). All five of them explode into icy nuggets which have turned into bloody gobbets by the time they strike the blood red sands of Arena...
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Baja:
bite = 5 dam, Fort Save
bonerain = 6 dam,
bite = 4 dam, Fort Save - this was on your right shoulder
bite = 4 dam, Fort Save - this was on your right shoulder
bonerain = 5 dam,
bite = 5 dam, Fort Save - this was on your neck
bite = 5 dam, Fort Save - this was on your neck
bonerain = 6 dam,
bite = 6 dam, Fort Save - this was on your left thigh
bite = 6 dam, Fort Save - this was on your left thigh
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hafrogman
Adventurer
Tristan's eyes dart about the battlefield, taking in the effect of his own blow as well as that of his companions while trying to keep track of the circling creatures. He flicks his blade out at the creature that has fallen before him.
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striking for subdual 1d20 + 11 - 4 = (16) + 7 = 23
Kiera HP 41/41, AC 21
Uttering a prayer to the heavens as the beasts dive and wheel through the sky, Kiera calls out to the power of Pelor. Drawing it up within her she points her silver mace towards the gaunts, the head of the mace flares to life like a newborn sun, sending a peal of thunder across the open desert as she calls upon a holy smite to send into their ranks.
Uttering a prayer to the heavens as the beasts dive and wheel through the sky, Kiera calls out to the power of Pelor. Drawing it up within her she points her silver mace towards the gaunts, the head of the mace flares to life like a newborn sun, sending a peal of thunder across the open desert as she calls upon a holy smite to send into their ranks.
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Vendetta
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Xerxes, HPs: 29/39, AC 17
((OOC: My fort save is just +4 so I'm probably doomed. 1d20 roll = 14, total = 18 (that actually might not be that bad)... boy, have I mentioned yet how much I love the clerics on our team?... anyway... With such dramatic success of his first volley, Xerxes will attemp the same action this round as well.))
The speckles of blood spilling slowy from the dozens of burns and pokes over his body look fairly insignificant compared to the bite on his neck that pours blood down over his soft leather outfit and traditional Xeph robes. But Xerxes doesn't seem to notice the pain. His eyes, now glowing an eerie blue-green color as psionic energy builds within him. "Energy Missiles." He says in a strange, otherworldly voice as the power begins to grow purple then icy white in his eyes once again as he manifests the Energy Missiles.
Energy Type Manifested: Cold
Manifesting Time: 1 Standard action
Range: 170 feet
Targets: Up to five targets or objects. No two targets can be more than 15 feet apart.
Duration: Instantanious
Saving Throw: Fortitude for half
Power Resitance: Yes
Power Points: 3 (I had 48, will have 45 after manifesting this power)
Damage: 3d6+3 to each target
((OOC: My fort save is just +4 so I'm probably doomed. 1d20 roll = 14, total = 18 (that actually might not be that bad)... boy, have I mentioned yet how much I love the clerics on our team?... anyway... With such dramatic success of his first volley, Xerxes will attemp the same action this round as well.))
The speckles of blood spilling slowy from the dozens of burns and pokes over his body look fairly insignificant compared to the bite on his neck that pours blood down over his soft leather outfit and traditional Xeph robes. But Xerxes doesn't seem to notice the pain. His eyes, now glowing an eerie blue-green color as psionic energy builds within him. "Energy Missiles." He says in a strange, otherworldly voice as the power begins to grow purple then icy white in his eyes once again as he manifests the Energy Missiles.
Energy Type Manifested: Cold
Manifesting Time: 1 Standard action
Range: 170 feet
Targets: Up to five targets or objects. No two targets can be more than 15 feet apart.
Duration: Instantanious
Saving Throw: Fortitude for half
Power Resitance: Yes
Power Points: 3 (I had 48, will have 45 after manifesting this power)
Damage: 3d6+3 to each target
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