Ashy's Oathbound Campaign, IC [ARCHIVED]
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...in the midst of the swarm - blood flows!
-- Round 2 Summary --
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. In the wake of the thunder, there falls an eerie silence and for a flickering of an instant, Kiera fears that her faith has failed her and that Pelor has somehow turned his shining face from her. In the next instant, however, her faith is affirmed in a very major way…
A very loud, very basal ‘WHUMP’ erupts from the red rock at Kiera’s feet, expanding outward like a shockwave, jarring everyone’s teeth in their heads; sand at the far edges of the valley vibrate and slide down the dunes like thick, scared snakes. The light from Kiera’s mace flares brightly and then fires outward in a tight, focused shaft of searing sunlight. The divine hand of Pelor guides the holy fire, striking the sky that merely moments before was completely empty, but at the exact moment connects with fourteen of the wheeling and screeching gaunts.
The horrid creatures do not even get a chance to cry in pain – the divine power of Pelor consumes them completely – not even ash is left behind… An entire flock of the creatures (which were approaching) flees from this terrific display: in the searing afterimage imprinted upon your eyes, you saw at least threescore more of these horrid beasts that are now flying away from you, instead of towards.
The six remaining gaunts, heedless of their recently stricken brethren, attack ferociously.
Kiera learns of the legacy of pain here on this strange world as one of these evil scavengers latches onto the back of her neck. Its flat teeth crunch down with incredible force and Kiera hears her vertebrae crack as white hot pain explodes at the base of her skull. To make matters worse, the thing’s long, slender fingers wrap around her throat – chocking her!
The bleeding creature before Tristan can no longer fly, one of its wings totally severed, flopping on the ground next to it and the other horribly wounded by the knight’s sword stroke. It leaps at Tristan with a feral screech, clamping its bone-shatter jaws down on his armored thigh. Metal cracks and bends, squeezing painfully down upon flesh and bone beneath. It then scuttles away, still bleeding badly, but manages to force a hissing laugh between its blood-flaked lips. Tristan answers that laugh with a hammer-like strike to the thing’s thick skull, knocking it out cold…
Another speeds towards the crouching Julian, heading for his head, but dips quickly just before reaching him and scores a glancing bite on his extended arm. Julian, shrugging off the foul tingling in his thigh, is ready this time however, and even as the creature connects with his left forearm, the monk rotates his two arms together, smashing the creatures head between them! The thing’s eyes cross, yet the monk hammers him a second and then a third time. The second hit cracks its skull; the third one finishes the job. The gaunt drops to the dirt like a sack of flour and moves no more.
The fourth gaunt dive-bombs P.C. and chomps down on the feline’s head. Cracking bone can be heard twenty feet away and the Frey goes down in a heap (taking the wretched creature down with him). As he falls, he scores a glancing hit on the creature, drawing a deep line of crimson. However, this does little to deter the hungry abomination.
The fifth and sixth gaunts double team Kyron, skillfully swooping in amid his flashing sword. The first one is able to land a solid bite on the luminous’ arm but the other misses terribly. Kyron, unconcerned with their stinging spittle, hammers the one which missed him this pass. “Die foul beast!” he shouts, opening a massive gash in the thing’s side.
Baja swoons as the stinging saliva of the gaunt seeps into the gash on his calf, weakening him. Suddenly, his limbs go cold and stiff and the half-orc falls to the ground, unable to move at all. Pleased-sounding screeches echo from the dark skies above…
Finally, Xerxes, safe beneath Kiera’s shining shield, acts. The speckles of blood spilling slowly 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 psionic power. Five of the mentally conjured missiles streak forth from his eyes, each finding a target without pause or hesitation; the gaunts attacking Kiera, Julian, P.C. and Kyron explode into bloody, icy chucks (spattering those near them in the process).
The fight, for now, is over. Baja and P.C. are down, unmoving, and none have escaped unscathed…
OOC Info:
Kiera:
Tristan:
Julian:
Kyron:
Baja:
Xerxes:
-- Round 2 Summary --
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. In the wake of the thunder, there falls an eerie silence and for a flickering of an instant, Kiera fears that her faith has failed her and that Pelor has somehow turned his shining face from her. In the next instant, however, her faith is affirmed in a very major way…
A very loud, very basal ‘WHUMP’ erupts from the red rock at Kiera’s feet, expanding outward like a shockwave, jarring everyone’s teeth in their heads; sand at the far edges of the valley vibrate and slide down the dunes like thick, scared snakes. The light from Kiera’s mace flares brightly and then fires outward in a tight, focused shaft of searing sunlight. The divine hand of Pelor guides the holy fire, striking the sky that merely moments before was completely empty, but at the exact moment connects with fourteen of the wheeling and screeching gaunts.
The horrid creatures do not even get a chance to cry in pain – the divine power of Pelor consumes them completely – not even ash is left behind… An entire flock of the creatures (which were approaching) flees from this terrific display: in the searing afterimage imprinted upon your eyes, you saw at least threescore more of these horrid beasts that are now flying away from you, instead of towards.
The six remaining gaunts, heedless of their recently stricken brethren, attack ferociously.
Kiera learns of the legacy of pain here on this strange world as one of these evil scavengers latches onto the back of her neck. Its flat teeth crunch down with incredible force and Kiera hears her vertebrae crack as white hot pain explodes at the base of her skull. To make matters worse, the thing’s long, slender fingers wrap around her throat – chocking her!
The bleeding creature before Tristan can no longer fly, one of its wings totally severed, flopping on the ground next to it and the other horribly wounded by the knight’s sword stroke. It leaps at Tristan with a feral screech, clamping its bone-shatter jaws down on his armored thigh. Metal cracks and bends, squeezing painfully down upon flesh and bone beneath. It then scuttles away, still bleeding badly, but manages to force a hissing laugh between its blood-flaked lips. Tristan answers that laugh with a hammer-like strike to the thing’s thick skull, knocking it out cold…
Another speeds towards the crouching Julian, heading for his head, but dips quickly just before reaching him and scores a glancing bite on his extended arm. Julian, shrugging off the foul tingling in his thigh, is ready this time however, and even as the creature connects with his left forearm, the monk rotates his two arms together, smashing the creatures head between them! The thing’s eyes cross, yet the monk hammers him a second and then a third time. The second hit cracks its skull; the third one finishes the job. The gaunt drops to the dirt like a sack of flour and moves no more.
The fourth gaunt dive-bombs P.C. and chomps down on the feline’s head. Cracking bone can be heard twenty feet away and the Frey goes down in a heap (taking the wretched creature down with him). As he falls, he scores a glancing hit on the creature, drawing a deep line of crimson. However, this does little to deter the hungry abomination.
The fifth and sixth gaunts double team Kyron, skillfully swooping in amid his flashing sword. The first one is able to land a solid bite on the luminous’ arm but the other misses terribly. Kyron, unconcerned with their stinging spittle, hammers the one which missed him this pass. “Die foul beast!” he shouts, opening a massive gash in the thing’s side.
Baja swoons as the stinging saliva of the gaunt seeps into the gash on his calf, weakening him. Suddenly, his limbs go cold and stiff and the half-orc falls to the ground, unable to move at all. Pleased-sounding screeches echo from the dark skies above…
Finally, Xerxes, safe beneath Kiera’s shining shield, acts. The speckles of blood spilling slowly 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 psionic power. Five of the mentally conjured missiles streak forth from his eyes, each finding a target without pause or hesitation; the gaunts attacking Kiera, Julian, P.C. and Kyron explode into bloody, icy chucks (spattering those near them in the process).
The fight, for now, is over. Baja and P.C. are down, unmoving, and none have escaped unscathed…
OOC Info:
Kiera:
Holy Smite damage: 5d8: (5 + 8 + 8 + 3 + 7) = 31,
Bite dam: 2d3: (3 + 3) = 6, Fort save
Bite dam: 2d3: (3 + 3) = 6, Fort save
Tristan:
Bite dam: 2d3: (3 + 3) = 6, no Fort save (it was biting your armor, and did not come in contact with flesh)
You feel, in your professional opinion, that this gaunt is very near death’s door…
The armor over your left thigh is badly damaged
You feel, in your professional opinion, that this gaunt is very near death’s door…
The armor over your left thigh is badly damaged
Julian:
Bite dam: 2d3: (3 + 2) = 5, Fort save
Total damage to gaunt: 3d8+3: (7 + 2 + 5) + 3 = 17
Total damage to gaunt: 3d8+3: (7 + 2 + 5) + 3 = 17
Kyron:
Bite dam: 2d3: (3 + 1) = 4, immune – not Fort save needed
Total damage to gaunt: 1d8+2: (5) + 2 = 7
Total damage to gaunt: 1d8+2: (5) + 2 = 7
Baja:
paralysis
Xerxes:
Total damage to gaunts: 3d6+3: (6 + 6 + 6) + 3 = 21
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Vendetta
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Xerxes, a bit shaken, looks at his comerads and tries to assess who is the most hurt. He looks to Baja's stiff, unmoving body and runs over to him. He checks the Half-orc for vital signs and is relieved to find Baja still breathes. Using all of his strength, grunting loudly, Xerxes is barely able to roll the Orc onto his back. "Baja, can you hear me? Baja?
Voadam
Legend
hp 35/49 AC 23
Ignoring the glowing drops of life essence leaking out of himself, Kyron rushes over to P.C. and immediately casts cure light wounds to stabilize him. Drawing upon his innate connection to the positive material plane and focusing his power as taught by the enlightened order positive energy is channeled to heal the broken frey.
d8+5 4+5=9 unless he's already dead.
Xerxes! Keep the scavenger's off Baja until I can tend to him!
Ignoring the glowing drops of life essence leaking out of himself, Kyron rushes over to P.C. and immediately casts cure light wounds to stabilize him. Drawing upon his innate connection to the positive material plane and focusing his power as taught by the enlightened order positive energy is channeled to heal the broken frey.
d8+5 4+5=9 unless he's already dead.
Xerxes! Keep the scavenger's off Baja until I can tend to him!
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Ashy
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It is easy to see that P.C. is still breathing, but the trama to his skull seems to be the primary issue at the moment. The soothing warmth of positive energy flows into the small body and nearly all of the external wounds close completely. There is little doubt in Kyron's mind that the frey's wounds reach far deeper than the surface, however...
Kyron:
Kyron:
Listen check, please.
hafrogman
Adventurer
Tristan grimaces in pain as a shredded piece of steel gouges into his thigh. He looks around, noting that the fight appears to have ended, but that his companions still stand, for the most part. He notes that both Baja and PC are being cared for by people more capable than he, and then looks down at his prisoner.
He attempts to pry open the torn plate metal in order to grant more mobility
He attempts to pry open the torn plate metal in order to grant more mobility
[hasn't happened] ... and leans down to pull a scrap of cloth off of one of the inumerable corpses. Shuffling over to the fallen gaunt, he tries to stop the blood flow with the improvised bandage, but the pain in his thigh makes him light headed, and his fingers numb.
[ooc - heal check to attempt to stabilize 1d20 + 4 = (6) + 4 = 10]
[ooc - heal check to attempt to stabilize 1d20 + 4 = (6) + 4 = 10]
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