[FR][PBP] Against the Storm Game Thread

[Donatello]

Everett lifts his head and surveys the scene, looking back and forth between the field of bodies and the form of Calain, walking away.

"Uh, Calain?"

He adjusts his sword belt, which he is sure he wasn't wearing a moment ago, and trots to catch up to his companion.

"I don't know if you're aware, but about five minutes ago I was the sultan of Calimport and I was with the lovely Alarana of Waterdeep... I can tell there's no need to go into detail, but I'm not sure what's going on at this moment. Where the hell are we, and why are we going to what appears to be a very dangerous situation? If this is a dream, which I'm pretty sure it is, that means I can think hard enough and wind up back in Calimport. If I think hard enough I'm sure I can bring you with me..."

His voice trails off as he quickly takes stock of his equipment, somewhat shocked and somewhat relieved that it's all there, where it should be.

"So what is this town, and who was that guy? How was he able to talk with his head crushed like that? Is this a dream or what?"

 

[DM_Matt]

Alcar laughs, "When Silvanus speaks you listen."

Alcar is badly wounded from the initial attacks and still charged from the blast of the lightning bolt so he prepares to ask for healing.

"Treefather, in times of need I need only call your name. I sacrifice the prayer of the sky that my wounds may be healed by your touch. Make me whole so my enemies may feel our wrath. Cure Critical Wounds"

Alcar spontaneous casts Cure Critical Wounds (4d8 + 8 healing) swapping out Air Walk.

OOC: I'm assuming I'm not being attacked since you didn't post it before. If I'm confused I'll change this action to reflect the circumstances. Assuming this all works it's about to be wolf bashing time next turn

You are pretty sure that the goblins and the unstunned worg will press the attack.

Ubaar wasn't given a method of transportation as far as he knows. All he can do is walk towards Skullport. After a long while, however, a bolt of lightning streaks from the sky and strikes him. He expects pain, but instead, he feels nothing. Instead, the flash stay with him for a moment, and when his vision clears, he is in another part of the forest. He hears the sounds of battle in the distance.

 

[DM_Matt]

Fefnir and Donatello: No DM action needed at this time
Reaper: see above
garyh: the robed man begins inspecting meat sold at one of the stands.
Elric, Meepo:

As Frian changes shape, the Unknown Half-Elven Female Ally (hereafter UHEFA) comments while fighting: "um....ok, yuck! Next time, fight as something less ugly...A night hag perhaps.

The four deputies ready their batons and swords as UHEFA and Alexander advance. None of them approach Frian. UHEFA lashes out first, drawing sturdy blue electrum rod (with a wooden handle) from behind her back and smacking one of the deputies across the face with it. The rod crackles with electrical energy, which you see shoot through the deputy's body. He crumples into a heap on the ground.

As the remaining guards move towards the UHEFA, Alexander jumps towards one of them, stabs him, in the leg, tripping him, jumps again into the air, and, now in front of the falling deputy, stabs him through the chest, killing him.(crit)

Another deputy tries to strike her, but she grabs his arm and uses it to pull him past her and into a wall as he lunges. She jams the rod into his stomach as he bounces of the wall, shocking him. The deputy does not fall, however, so she grabs his face and slams his head against the wall. He falls.

The fourth deputy gets behind her, and stabs his sword deeply into her abdomen.(crit) She cries out in pain.

The angry Frian finally gets to his prey, and using one claw, bashes the deputy aside. His next swing connects with the wall instead, and, not entirely accustomed to this form, he is required to spend the remainder of the round extricating himself.

The UHEFA says (wincing in pain as she speaks) "Through the door and into the building now...if you want to live..."

more later (again, sorry...movin, etc is a problem...I will be back to normal posting soon)

 

[Fenrir]

Calain is silent for a moment before speaking, without looking at Everett.

"That man made me, and this town was important to him. Vengeance is in order. I will kill he who is responsible."

He gives Everett a sidelong glance.

"And if you can get that harem to help, oh mighty Sultan, I'm sure things would go much easier."

Calain strides into the town square and surveys the broken, burning surroundings, eyes watching for any signs of movement.

 

[garyh]

garyh: the robed man begins inspecting meat sold at one of the stands.

Akharos strolls up to the cloaked man and asks, "Pardon, friend... do I know you from somewhere?"

 

[Donatello]

Everett smirks and looks at Calain, "A sense of humor? That's new for you... I like it. And there's no need for cheek, is there? I *was* dreaming about the lap of luxury, and aparently your friend dropped me head-first into the Nine Hells."

He looks around, surveying the damage, his right hand resting casually on the hilt of his sheathed rapier.

"Here's the real question... This is a dream. I understand the whole dream/reality thing, and how sometimes the line blurs... but right now, as far as I can tell, you and I are sleeping soundly off the road in the region somewhat near Waterdeep, the heart of western civilization. Our gear is packed away nicely, but I know for a fact this rapier is under my head, my armor is tucked nicely into my backpack and my mandolin is close at hand. Right now I'm in my typical travelling getup... armor on, swordbelt on, mandolin shoulderslung. So... which are we? Dreaming, or walking through a dream?"

He unslings his shield and affixes it to his left arm, anticipating the answer will be a cross between the two. He begins looking around as well, looking for any signs of trouble, searching through his memory for the proper song, melody or tune that will be perfect for the situation, as it presents itself.

 

[DM_Matt]

Ahkaros: as you begin to approach, the man sees you and begins walking away, trying to blend into the crowd.

Everett: You guys are currently in the North, but quite a ways from Waterdeep.

Forest Battle:
The goblins remount their worgs. The goblin without a mount continues on foot. They fire arrows at Elone, and one strikes her in the beck, but does not penetrate too deeply (6 dmg).

Elone spends the round putting distance (and cover) between her and her pursuers.

Alcar's enemies approach, but with all but one worg stunned, this may be the best opportunity to heal himself that he's going to get, so he takes it, and is not interrupted by wolf tackles. Almost all of his wounds close (32 of 36 dmg healed). The lone unstunned worg moves towards him, but Alcar sidesteps the tackle. The goblins loose their arrows at him. While he is buffeted by arrows grazing and bouncing off his armor, only one penetrates (6 dmg) He avoids getting hit by the other worgs as well (the baddies are rolling epicly badly today).

Elone sees tha both kobold sorcerers are casting, so she tries to pick them both from her new position in a tree. She fires an arrow at the one she previously wounded. It hits the kobold in the forehead and travels cleanly through his skull, killing him, and then continues on to strike his mount's lower spine, dropping him as well .(crit, massive overkill (hp 4/19-->-44/19,).

Elone, somewhat cocky from her success, completely misses the second kobold with her second shot, but then, enraged, fires a killing shot (crit) through his head as well. (D20 rolls = 20, 3, 20)

Elone is now facing, including those approaching her, five worgs, five goblins, and the orgemage. She has killed two worgs and both kobolds.

Alcar is less successful. He bashes the worg in front of him twice with his maul, but the worg still stands. An arrow from a goblin penetrates his chest (20 dmg), and two other worgs latch on to him and pull him to the ground. (16 dmg). The goblins put back their bows, and prepare to advance with swords.

Meanwhile (or rather, a few rounds earlier by now), Ubaar takes stock of his surroundings, and realizes that there are two separate fights going on very close to his location. From the growls and smells, he is certain that a large pack of worgs are in the area.

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Elric/Meepo: UHEFA leads them rapidly into the building, and through a complex set of alleyways, buildings, and empty lots. She tells Alexander: You're a cop killer now, Alex. There's no turning back from that. Bron will shred you if he catches you. You, too Frian. I'm going to get you both out of here, but you will need to repay me. I work for an underworld middleperson in Skullport named Irusyl Eraneth. She is gathering agents for a mission against Storm's forces for an anonymous employer. The job will pay well, and its for a cause you support. thats why I came here to find you. You don't have to come with me, but good luck avoiding Bron's wrath if you don't. We'll be at the safehouse shortly. Do you accept my offer. (BTW, her wound is bleeding pretty badly, and she seems to be weakening somewhat).

 

[Donatello]

Edited the post to reflect our not-so-close to Waterdeep locale.

 

[MeepoTheMighty]

Frian takes a moment to switch back into his normal form while they run through the alley. While the UHEFA makes her case, he mutters a few quiet prayers and lays his hands on her wound. As the bleeding stops and the wound begins to close, he looks at her and nods.

"Looks like we're in this together, for the time being. What's your name?"


Cure Moderate Wounds on the UHEFA.

 

[dead_radish]

Elone says a quick prayer of thanks, and turns to consider the situation. She calls out to Alcar. "Alcar - how do you fare?" She then selects the tightest cluster of worgs, and points at a spot nearest to them. "Cleanse those that would harm the forests. Burn them with your fury!"


Elone moves into the optimal position and casts flame strike so that she can hit the largest number of worgs/riders possible (if there is a worg near the magi, target that one).