BLACK CRATER

[Tom Cashel]

Qui′•dam, n. (L.) somebody; one unknown.

"We're all over the place...believe us."

 

[Tom Cashel]

You know, I was thinking...

It's a long while until october 12...why not just try one combat on the boards--as an experiment--and see how it works.

I'll write down everyone's initiative, and when it's your turn I'll ask you for a post of your action/attack/move, etc. The trick is, don't post anything out of turn. Only post when there's a post from me asking you to take your turn. If you want to say something to me during combat, remind me of a rule, "pass a note," etc. use e-mail. No posting out of turn. You can also "pass notes" to each other by e-mail, without including me, so that you can advise and help each other a bit.

So what the hell? Let's try it. We're all on here quite a bit. Might be fun! (Combat at the rate of one round per day of real time...cool!)

And if it doesn't work out so well, we can always choose to put things on hold at that point, and wait for the 12th.

So I say again: Please keep everything ON HOLD until I get all initiative rolls. Thank you.

 

[Lucius Foxhound]

OOC: Eh, hold this, you magnificent bastard, you. So is it my turn yet? Lightning bolt!

 

[Tom Cashel]

Okay, very funny, but no more out-of-turn or OOC posting on here. Send e-mails to me or to each other, but please keep the order straight. ALSO, free actions that involve yelling to another PC must be six words or less.

Now...where were we?

Dalabrac, you soar up into the air. During the round that it takes you to fly to the top of the Nexus, Bear moves to the base of the Nexus building.

At the top, you see the griffon with a body pinned to the floor. Both its heads are ripping the guts out of the grayish-green corpse--they are drenched in blood. Five other orc corpses are scattered in front of Portal 4, which is currently filled with glowing blue fog, but you're not sure whether it is opening or closing.

Then the griffon's heads whip around toward you, and both heads give out a furious screech.

[Lucius, you go first. Please post your action and/or movement, and any six words or less that you say out loud.]

 

[Lucius Foxhound]

Lucius thinks for a brief moment about Dalabrak's foolishness and the mess he's in now. With a mental sigh, he acts.

I cast haste then Dimension Door to stand directly next to the screeching Griffon that I've undoubtedly heard.

I hold my arms out to her and say, "No, little mother! He friend! Friend!"

Then I mentally pray to Tymora.

 

[Tom Cashel]

Lucius, as you appear and say "He friend! Friend!" Wisp pokes out from your tunic and hoots a few times.

The Griffon (who goes next) lets out a happy squawk and moves over to nuzzle you, Lucius...smearing blood and orc brains all over your clothing and face. And you thought orcs smelled bad on the outside!

I understand the speech of birds, Tall magic-one, hoots Wisp. This soon-to-be Mother's squawks aren't so different.

Artemus, you're next. Like to do anything?

 

[Roman Gemmalee]

I yell, "Retreat back to my voice now". I hold action.

 

[Tom Cashel]

Artemus' voice echoes loudly in the ruined valley. (Action held.)

The griffon's heads perk up, startled by the sudden noise. The feathers on the back of its thick neck bristle. Squawwr--kk!

Dalabrac, it's your turn.

 

[Roman Gemmalee]

I would like to use my held action now. I will change shape to an eagle. This takes a full action so I am done.

 

[Tom Cashel]

Artemus, you begin to change shape.

"Should we watch the children?" asks Quidam.

Kolya begins to cry. Herjolf looks unsure. Horsa is looking wildly around...

Still your turn, Dalabrac.