[FR][PBP] Against the Storm Game Thread

[MeepoTheMighty]

HalfElf: "It looks like you guys are in need of a little assistance. Lets neutralize these four goons and get out of here...."

Taking advantage of the moment of confusion, Frian steps back further into the alley, closes his eyes, and clenches his fists. He hunches over and begins to scream as his body seems to expand from the inside. His legs and toso stretch until he is nearly seven feet tall. Powerful muscles begin to form along his chest, legs, and arms, and a second pair shoots out of his middle torso with a sickening schlurp of a sound. His forehead slopes and his arms lengthen until his knuckles almost touch the ground. Dark, shaggy fur grows to cover his body.

With a burning look in his eyes, Frian raises his four muscular arms to the sky and lets out a blood-curdling shriek.

Shapechange to a Girallon. Physical stats become Str 26, Dex 17, Con 14. Attacks are 4 claws +12 melee (1d4 + 8 damage) and bite +7 melee (1d8 + 4 damage). Rend for 2d4 + 12 damage if two claws hit.

 

[reapersaurus]

Hermod answers Ubaar: Aye, this is the Ubaar that the oracles tell me about. A man of action, not empty words. The first of your trials will be to participate in an operation somewhere in the North for an old associate of mine. Travel to Skullport, a dark, unscrupulous city underneath Waterdeep, and meet a drow middleperson named Irusyl Eraneth in "The Elder Brain," a tavern run by a retired Illithid adventurer. Her employer is noble indeed, and perhaps soon he will reveal himself to you.

"Well.... If you say so, Hermod, than OK.
You Strong and Wise, so Ubaar go.

Lemme write down that name - where Ubaar's writing scroll go?
*fumbles in belt-pouch for a bit*
Ahh.... got it.
OK - how you spell 'Irussle Err-u-neth'?"

Ubaar will eventually get the spelling and directions and be on his way rapidly, now that his path is set before him, he'll let nothing get in his way!

 

[DM_Matt]

Alcar summons up the great roar of an enrages lion, and blasts his enemies with it. The goblins are safely out of range, but the blast sutns three of the four worgs (4 dmg all around). Alcar draws his Maul and prepares for some wolf-smashing.

Meanwhile...

Elone dodges her way through the worgs, then jumps into the air and does a back-flip of the worgs behind her. She blasts one of the wolves with holy light, punching a hole in his flank and lighting his fur on fire as he falls dead.

Post for the next round...
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Awaiting Elric for the Elric-Meepo sector
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Awaiting garyh
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Ubaar....
Hermod points to the broken tree and it begins to slowly return to its original state. Hermod then disappears in a bolt of lightning, anf Ubaar sees a raven flying away.

 

[dead_radish]

Elone smiles slightly. "Bless you." She turns and heads off as short distance through the forest.

DM_Matt: How far from Alcar am I at this point? And do I hear any sounds of struggle? If I'm far from him, I'll start sniping. If I'm still nearby (I didn't plan to go far), I'm going to try to reach him, then flame strike.

 

[DM_Matt]

Elone is about 300 feet from Alcar, and can indeed hear the fighting. Remember, though, that she still has three worgs and four goblins chasing her, in addition to the two worg-riders and the wounded sorc who are also moving towards her.

 

[dead_radish]

Right. That's what I wanted to know.

Elone moves away from the small group she just escaped from, attempting to put cover between herself and them, and climb a tree without them noticing her location (failing that, to get up a tree and ready to shoot before they get to her).

 

[reapersaurus]

OOC: Ubaar's on his way to Skullport, right? How is he travelling? How long will that take? That old tree isn't gonna be a teleporter, is it? *wishful thinking*

 

[garyh]

I will now post regarding individuals or groups of characters:

Akharos --> Akharos walks through the streets of Skuld replaying his meeting with his commander in his mind. He has mixed feelings about his mission. True, he is going North to oppose Tiamat, but as a lifelong soldier, he is somewhat uncomfortable going from being an occupier to being a rebel. While he is used to following orders, he find the hierarchy that he was told to anticipate somewhat odd. He was ordered to meet a wandering cleric of Mystra named Jonathon (his commander would not provide a family name) in a booth at the Shining Sands Inn and Tavern on the other side of town. He was told to sit down in a booth, and Jonathon will approach him, asking him "have you seen my cousin Ghrun" as a passphrase. He will then be taken to Skullport, an underground city beneath Waterdeep, where he is to meet with an drow underworld middleperson and information broker named Irusyl Eraneth. His commander has vouched that Irusyl is acting as an agent for a more noble employer, who will reveal himself when he truly trusts Ahkaros.

As he approaches the Shining Sands (at about a block's distance), walking through a crowded street dotted with street vendors operating out of tents and permanent shops with residences above, he realizes that he is being followed by a man in a brown cloak and a hood over his face. The man has no apparent weapons, but he could conceal almost anything under that cloak.

Akharos stops at a fruit stand, and examines the wares for a moment. Then, he turns back the way he came, and watches to see what the cloaked man does, trying to look casual as he walks in his direction.

 

[Paragon Badger]

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

 

[Elric]

Alexander holds his rapier up and dares the nearest man to attack him. He calls out teasingly, "All that brawn- care to test it against my blade if you're afraid (nods in the direction of Frian)?"

As always, Alexander isn't entirely comfortable with the way his companion goes from a small halfling to a 7 foot tall behemoth with 4 arms who tears apart anything in his way. He thinks that there should be more skill involved, but recognizes Frian's physical weakness.

[Alexander delays. If one of the goons charges him, Alexander parries his attack with shield and sword- if it's the first one, he does a twisting dodge as well (Duelist Dodge). Alexander tries to manuever into a flanking position (probably with the half-elf as the other flanker) as his primary option. As his next option (possibly combined with the first one if he can) he jumps into the air and strikes with a downward thrust at one of the men, then follows through with another lunge after he lands (full attack with acrobatic attack). So, flanking-->full attack--> acrobatic attack in that order.]