Fall of the Broken

[Voda Vosa]

"You hurt him! I will obliterate you fool!" Frundor barks, rising his hands in the air. A sphere of yellow energy materializes in front of him. With a rapid move of his arms, he pulled the orb towards the guard.


[sblock=OOC: combat] Frundor uses sickening blast: 14 +5= 19
Dmg: 2d6= 11
Sicken DC= 10+2(Cha)+2(feat)+2(spell lvl)= 16
Lucky rolls![/sblock]

 

[Zurai]

[sblock=OOC]Like I said, no problem if that kind of stuff doesn't happen once the group meets up. Whispering to each other "Remind me to kill that one later" and "Of course my friend, this one and all of them" is NOT!!!!! "trying to avoid a fight" or "not planning any mass murder", though. You were also given the explicit choice to avoid combat: the DM said 'fight or flee'.[/sblock]

 

[Voda Vosa]

[sblock=OOC]Of course it wont happen once we meet the party. Anyway, if you want to further discuss it, I suggest we go on in the OOC thread, to avoid filling this with blocks hehe XD[/sblock]

 

[OnlytheStrong]

He didn't hurt me very bad, I've cut myself worse!Olot laughs. As he pulls his axe and attacks the elf.

[sblock=Attack]Coulda done better. http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1335938 23 to hit, 9 dmg[/sblock]

 

[Voda Vosa]

OOC: Up we go, don't let this die!

 

[OnlytheStrong]

ooc: unfortunately, it looks like that is where it's headed.

 

[Need_A_Life]

Coordinating your attacks with impeccable perfection, you manage to fell the guard before he did any serious damage. Congrats, you have just killed a guard doing his duty!

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Those of you who've reached the Guilded Cup are free to talk amongst yourselves if so you desire, but soon a waitress comes over to you: "He's upstairs; room 3. Thought there'd be more of you?"

 

[OnlytheStrong]

I believe it is time to leave. Olot puts his axe away and takes off in the direction of the Upper Menthis Quarter.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"An excellent suggestion, I hate to say it, but we were lucky this time." Frundor says as he runs at speed. On the run, he turns to see if they are followed by anyone.

 

[Zurai]

Those of you who've reached the Guilded Cup are free to talk amongst yourselves if so you desire, but soon a waitress comes over to you: "He's upstairs; room 3. Thought there'd be more of you?"

Finn blinks in surprise, then flashes the waitress a brilliant smile. "M'dear, there's never enough of me to go around!" So saying, he heads up the stairs, making careful note of who else ascends with him.