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Ashy's Oathbound Campaign, IC [ARCHIVED]
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Ashy
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ROUND 3
Initative:
Kyron: 18
P.C. 17
Julian: 16
Bad guys: 16
Kiera: 13
Tristan: 11
Kyron sees that PC's evil-looking spell has the bat-winged creature held by the legs so the luminous takes a step back and starts to chant another war invocation creating a second sword to send after one of the acid spitters. His original sword of light continues to slash at the would-be freynapper, striking again on the creature’s back. Another rosy line blossoms on the thing’s wing, drawing a pain-laden growl from its fanged lips.
The newly conjured blade materializes with a flash of light, casting stark shadows on the frost-covered ground. It slashes at one of the winged snakes, but the creature seems just as agile and dexterous in the air as do its land-bound cousins; the sword misses utterly.
"Throw down your sword, call off your serpents, and surrender." the luminous intones with grim finality, his words trailed by a smoky wake in the frigid air.
“Stinking asherake!” P.C. spits the words like bile from his mouth, his eyes glowing with a feral light in the gloom. “I guess yer not so tough now that you’ve been grounded, eh? I’ll have your skull as a chamber pot a’fore I’m through!” With that, the frey quickly produces a small sack and a stub of a candle from his belt pouch, and begins casting, hissing and screeching horribly…
The asherake snarls silently and spits a long stream of saliva through its front clenched fangs. The stream nearly hits P.C., landing on the stone with a wet plop, but the frey is entrenched in his spell, and does not notice. The creature then looks to Kyron coldly, and in response to the luminous’ demand, simply states, “Never. Even to die in my Lord’s service is a gift, though I cannot be killed by weaklings and simpletons the likes of you.”
With a show of defiance and will that is utterly chilling, the creature ignores the snapping maws at his legs and raises his massive blade above his head with both hands. With a grunt, the asherake flings the weapon, end over end, towards Kyron.
One moment, Kyron is reeling at the thing’s unorthodox tactics, and the next, he is looking at the haft of the sword, sticking out of his chest, in complete disbelief… His ears are filled with the thudding sounds of rushing blood and the coarse laughter of the creature before him, who is drawing a dagger and attacking the writhing tentacles around his legs.
Mid-way in his swing back towards the wall, the monk drops lightly onto the tiny spur of rock which supports his two wounded friends; letting the bulk of the rope slide back through his fingers, but retaining a firm hold on his tangible connection to his friends above. From there, it is child’s play for the monk to squat and reach down to pour the contents of the potion into Baja’s open mouth.
The albino half-orc sputters like a drowning man and his eyelids flutter open. A groan escapes his lips, but it is the groan of a living being, not of one who has passed into realms beyond…
It is then that Julian feels a light, wet fog fall upon the back of his neck and his hand. Fiery pinpricks of pain dance along behind the wetness and the monk smells the burning of flesh, cloth, hair and rope…
…then rope falls limp in his hands…
…a snake shoots by on bat-like wings…
At that same moment, Kiera is struck by three small arrows of ebony eldritch energy. Squinting at the pain, her eyes follow the arrows’ course only to see the asherake which she just hammered with her spell lower a smooth black wand – a smug smile upon its feline face. Then, the creature is gone, winking out of sight completely.
However, Kiera’s eyes, pointed heavenwards, spy something else of import. Those same eyes widen with fear and surprise and the priestess quickly casts a spell, causing a new, small sun to blossom in the blackness to the east. Several screams are left in the after-effects of the spell, and a bat-winged form plummets from the sky, trailing holy fire...
Tristan winces as the acid spray singes his skin, and curses as he watches his javelin fly straight past his foe. He reaches over his back and draws his blade, watching his enemies as they circle… Two winged serpents close in on the knight, each flanking him. Chills run down the man’s spine as he senses the malevolent intellect behind the glittering eyes of the serpents and as one lunges in for the attack, his sword snaps out like metal lightening, flickering in the cold night air. The blade cuts down, severing the serpent cleanly behind its right bat-wing and cutting the thing completely in twain; it falls to the stone with a wet slap.
The other serpent, however, plunges its fangs into the base of the man’s neck just below the line where the skull affixes to the neck. The bite would have likely proven fatal for a lesser-armored man, but Tristan’s full plate easily deflects the razor sharp fangs. The winged snake withdraws, a look of disgust (if possible) crossing its serpentine features…
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OOC: Note I rolled randomly for Julian’s dispersal of the potion, seeing as he said Xerxes and Kiera said Baja… Just so happened that Baja’s mouth was open – as usual – and so he got the potion first…
Kyron/Kiera:
Baja/Kiera:
Julian/Kiera:
Kiera:
Xerxes/Kiera:
Do not forget your elation bonuses!
Tristan: Cross one of those CLW potions off your list, please.
Baja: roll init!
Initative:
Kyron: 18
P.C. 17
Julian: 16
Bad guys: 16
Kiera: 13
Tristan: 11
Kyron sees that PC's evil-looking spell has the bat-winged creature held by the legs so the luminous takes a step back and starts to chant another war invocation creating a second sword to send after one of the acid spitters. His original sword of light continues to slash at the would-be freynapper, striking again on the creature’s back. Another rosy line blossoms on the thing’s wing, drawing a pain-laden growl from its fanged lips.
The newly conjured blade materializes with a flash of light, casting stark shadows on the frost-covered ground. It slashes at one of the winged snakes, but the creature seems just as agile and dexterous in the air as do its land-bound cousins; the sword misses utterly.
"Throw down your sword, call off your serpents, and surrender." the luminous intones with grim finality, his words trailed by a smoky wake in the frigid air.
“Stinking asherake!” P.C. spits the words like bile from his mouth, his eyes glowing with a feral light in the gloom. “I guess yer not so tough now that you’ve been grounded, eh? I’ll have your skull as a chamber pot a’fore I’m through!” With that, the frey quickly produces a small sack and a stub of a candle from his belt pouch, and begins casting, hissing and screeching horribly…
The asherake snarls silently and spits a long stream of saliva through its front clenched fangs. The stream nearly hits P.C., landing on the stone with a wet plop, but the frey is entrenched in his spell, and does not notice. The creature then looks to Kyron coldly, and in response to the luminous’ demand, simply states, “Never. Even to die in my Lord’s service is a gift, though I cannot be killed by weaklings and simpletons the likes of you.”
With a show of defiance and will that is utterly chilling, the creature ignores the snapping maws at his legs and raises his massive blade above his head with both hands. With a grunt, the asherake flings the weapon, end over end, towards Kyron.
One moment, Kyron is reeling at the thing’s unorthodox tactics, and the next, he is looking at the haft of the sword, sticking out of his chest, in complete disbelief… His ears are filled with the thudding sounds of rushing blood and the coarse laughter of the creature before him, who is drawing a dagger and attacking the writhing tentacles around his legs.
Mid-way in his swing back towards the wall, the monk drops lightly onto the tiny spur of rock which supports his two wounded friends; letting the bulk of the rope slide back through his fingers, but retaining a firm hold on his tangible connection to his friends above. From there, it is child’s play for the monk to squat and reach down to pour the contents of the potion into Baja’s open mouth.
The albino half-orc sputters like a drowning man and his eyelids flutter open. A groan escapes his lips, but it is the groan of a living being, not of one who has passed into realms beyond…
It is then that Julian feels a light, wet fog fall upon the back of his neck and his hand. Fiery pinpricks of pain dance along behind the wetness and the monk smells the burning of flesh, cloth, hair and rope…
…then rope falls limp in his hands…
…a snake shoots by on bat-like wings…
At that same moment, Kiera is struck by three small arrows of ebony eldritch energy. Squinting at the pain, her eyes follow the arrows’ course only to see the asherake which she just hammered with her spell lower a smooth black wand – a smug smile upon its feline face. Then, the creature is gone, winking out of sight completely.
However, Kiera’s eyes, pointed heavenwards, spy something else of import. Those same eyes widen with fear and surprise and the priestess quickly casts a spell, causing a new, small sun to blossom in the blackness to the east. Several screams are left in the after-effects of the spell, and a bat-winged form plummets from the sky, trailing holy fire...
Tristan winces as the acid spray singes his skin, and curses as he watches his javelin fly straight past his foe. He reaches over his back and draws his blade, watching his enemies as they circle… Two winged serpents close in on the knight, each flanking him. Chills run down the man’s spine as he senses the malevolent intellect behind the glittering eyes of the serpents and as one lunges in for the attack, his sword snaps out like metal lightening, flickering in the cold night air. The blade cuts down, severing the serpent cleanly behind its right bat-wing and cutting the thing completely in twain; it falls to the stone with a wet slap.
The other serpent, however, plunges its fangs into the base of the man’s neck just below the line where the skull affixes to the neck. The bite would have likely proven fatal for a lesser-armored man, but Tristan’s full plate easily deflects the razor sharp fangs. The winged snake withdraws, a look of disgust (if possible) crossing its serpentine features…
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OOC: Note I rolled randomly for Julian’s dispersal of the potion, seeing as he said Xerxes and Kiera said Baja… Just so happened that Baja’s mouth was open – as usual – and so he got the potion first…
Kyron/Kiera:
Rolled a nat 20 with a nat 19 on that one (and that was with the -4 for improvised weapon) – sorry, mate! Sword damage: 2d10+4: (9 + 7) + 4 = 20
CLW potion: 1d8+25: (7) + 25 = 32 hit points regained
Acid damage: 5 points
magical damage: 3d4+1: (3 + 4 + 1) + 1 = 9; also, you see more asherake (three, or possibly four), incoming…I assume you want to cast holy smite there?
down another hp to -3
Do not forget your elation bonuses!
Tristan: Cross one of those CLW potions off your list, please.
Baja: roll init!
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hafrogman
Adventurer
Tristan, initiative 11, ac 22, hp 60/64
Tristan spares little time for the fallen serpent. These things might be much more intelligent than they would seem, and they might radiate evil, but they seemed to have the same aversion to sharp steel that many such creatures shared. He pivots swiftly for one encased in so much metal and brings his shield up to ward off any more acid even as his blade swings again and again at the second serpent.
[ooc - full attack at the second serpent, +12/+7, 1d10+6 dmg
(16)+12 = 28 to hit, (3)+6 = 9 dmg
(10)+7= 17 to hit, (9)+6 = 15 dmg
One potion has been removed. Was that my rope that just got fried as well? I assumed Raak was left sleeping back inside the cave. However, he is still an NPC to the best of my knowledge. Thus the correct answer is, Tristan did not carry him outside for the launch, after that where Raak went is up to Raak I will make sure to mention if I specifically carry him anywhere.]
Tristan spares little time for the fallen serpent. These things might be much more intelligent than they would seem, and they might radiate evil, but they seemed to have the same aversion to sharp steel that many such creatures shared. He pivots swiftly for one encased in so much metal and brings his shield up to ward off any more acid even as his blade swings again and again at the second serpent.
[ooc - full attack at the second serpent, +12/+7, 1d10+6 dmg
(16)+12 = 28 to hit, (3)+6 = 9 dmg
(10)+7= 17 to hit, (9)+6 = 15 dmg
One potion has been removed. Was that my rope that just got fried as well? I assumed Raak was left sleeping back inside the cave. However, he is still an NPC to the best of my knowledge. Thus the correct answer is, Tristan did not carry him outside for the launch, after that where Raak went is up to Raak
I will make sure to mention if I specifically carry him anywhere.]
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Voadam
Legend
27/49 [no, cough, problem]
Kyron glances down at the sword impaling his chest in shocked surprise, the positive energy that composes his being leaking out and dispersing. His eyes harden and he raises them to the asherake before him.
"So be it."
Kyron gestures with one arm to the blade that was harrying the now dead serpent. With a snap he directs his blade to attack the asherake.
Kyron once again intones his war chant calling into being another blazing sword of light. With a gesture it flies at the Asherake to join its twins in combat with the fell being.
(range 170 feet, attack 18+4(wis)+5(BAB)=27 damage 1d8+2 (4 if hits).
(range 170 feet, attack 9+4(wis)+5(BAB)=18 damage 1d8+2 (8 if hits).
(range 170 feet, attack 13+4(wis)+5(BAB)=22 damage 1d8+2 (5 if hits).
Kyron glances down at the sword impaling his chest in shocked surprise, the positive energy that composes his being leaking out and dispersing. His eyes harden and he raises them to the asherake before him.
"So be it."
Kyron gestures with one arm to the blade that was harrying the now dead serpent. With a snap he directs his blade to attack the asherake.
Kyron once again intones his war chant calling into being another blazing sword of light. With a gesture it flies at the Asherake to join its twins in combat with the fell being.
(range 170 feet, attack 18+4(wis)+5(BAB)=27 damage 1d8+2 (4 if hits).
(range 170 feet, attack 9+4(wis)+5(BAB)=18 damage 1d8+2 (8 if hits).
(range 170 feet, attack 13+4(wis)+5(BAB)=22 damage 1d8+2 (5 if hits).
ferretguy
First Post
Julian 34/41
Finishing pouring the potion down the recipiants mouth, Julian yells If you got a healing potion my half orc friend, see if you can get it to our companion. I'll guard us as best as I can. Saying so he takes a position as best as he can on the percarious rock face to guard against being attacked from the flying enemies...
Finishing pouring the potion down the recipiants mouth, Julian yells If you got a healing potion my half orc friend, see if you can get it to our companion. I'll guard us as best as I can. Saying so he takes a position as best as he can on the percarious rock face to guard against being attacked from the flying enemies...
Ashy
First Post
Ferrix said:
OOC: Ferrix: Thanks for the duration info, also:
Roger on aiming... Yea, Father hooked you guys up on the healing potions before you left... 
Kiera does not take acid damage again - I was merely informing you due to your deathwatch.
Kiera does not take acid damage again - I was merely informing you due to your deathwatch.All: Baja is up, Xerxes is down. If I was confused, you can bet that PCs in the height of a battle would be too. Them's the breaks.
Also, everyone re-read my post above - look for the bold updates in the OOC area..."More winged beasts coming in from the east. Get Xerxes on his feet now." Her voice is strong and stern, a mother hoping to ward her children from danger, then it shifts to a quiet mantra regarding the morning sun. As the mantra continues she raises her shield invoking the blazing sun of Pelor upon it, creating a thin shaft of light which leaps into the sky and bursts into the radiance of a rising sun.
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