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[FR][PBP] Against the Storm Game Thread

DM_Matt said:
Jonathan's pursuer knows that he is trapped. "We'll get you another time, Jonathon." We are always watching." He suddenly disappears into thin air.

jonathan curses. "Damn you! You were supposed to kill him. What kind of soldier are you who cannot obey orders? Thanks to your hesitation, he got away. Now he very well may know our destination, and next time he will bring backup. Perhaps lots of it."

"I'm a soldier, not a slave. I thought we could get some information from him, instead of killing him. Had I known his capabilites, I would have acted accordingly. If we encounter him again, he won't get a chance to pull his disappearing act again."
 
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Calain stands, rubbing his chin, as his eyes widen and the idea suddenly dawns on him.

"This is MY dream..."

He looks around, remembering Issian's words, and lifts his hands out to his side, focusing his mind on his surroundings.

"You! Foul demon that has desecrated this town and my slumber! Come forward and face your punishment for these deeds!"

Calain closes his eyes and *wills* the demon to appear before him, also willing the debris around him to rise, for effect.

(I hope that's what you meant there, Matty boy.... ;-) )
 

Fenrir (OOC: that was in the right vein, at least, but you managed to access pretty much the most difficult scenario :) ) :

With enough concentration, Fenrir wills the spirit of the Ghour out of the dream.

The beast stands before him like a huge bovine Ogre covered in horse-hair. His reptillian face, long, pointy teeth, and small, jutting horns, make him resemble the fabled tarraque himself.

The beast roars and infuses himself with unholy power, growing slightly bigger and appearing significantly more threatening.
 

Everett jumps backwards, drawing his rapier shouting "Whoah ugly!"

He tries to keep himself between the Ghaur and Calain, shield on his arm, rapier in hand, and a Swift Song on his lips.

Everett assumes a defensive stance (fighting defensively)He has his rapier and shield ready, and is readying an action to begin singing a sustained (increase duration by 50%) Swift Song (Perform Check DC 18 to Sustain a spellchord, which I automatically succeed at)


OOC: sorry about the lengthy delays... my primary computer just died, the processor I ordered for my new one came in damaged, and I just switched form cable to DSL. So, basically, I'm still working out the network bugs on my secondary computer. Phew!
 

Calain growls as his eyes take on a look of utter rage.

"Your scare tactics are worth nothing, demon. You will suffer for what you have done..."

He takes a step back and gives a thought to his boots, speaking an incantation after he feels the rush through his reflexes.

Calain takes a 5' step back and uses a standard action to activate his Boots of Speed. Thus hasted, he uses his extra action to cast Stoneskin.
 

Everett and Calain cast their spells as the demon lets out a deafening roar. Everett is unaffected, but the sonic blast throws Calain to the ground (Stunned 3 rounds, deafened)

The angry demon, now close enough to reach Everett (size increase from righteous might...hasted), grabs him with his claws and horns as Everett realizes that the strikes of his rapier heal almost instantaneously. (grappling successful and DR penetration failed respectively). The demon proceeds to rip Everett apart and continues on to Calain (cleave). Everett sees himself hovering over his own body in the dream, and sees the Ghour rip the head off Calain's dream form (cdg the next round).

Both Calain and Everett now seem to be looking at their bodies from the outside. They see an image appear in the sky of what appears to be a cloaked drow female. She tells them "You disappoint me. You are not as resourceful as I anticipated. Nonetheless, you stillhave a use. Issian really is dead. The story that he depicted is true, as was the job offer, although this dream scenario was a test. If that had really been the Ghour, you would really be dead.....<teleportation after answering any PC questions>


<I will write up an arrival post for everyone regarding Skullport shortly.
 

Everett looks incredulously at the drow woman.

"And what did you expect us to do, honestly? Conjure death and destruction with the flick of a wrist? I'm not exactly sure who you are or why you're tormenting our peaceful slumber, but I did the best I could, considering the circumstances, and my friend Calain here did the same. So maybe we're not the top dogs for demon-killing, at least not right now, but don't you think this was a bit harsh of a test?"
 

"The top dogs for demon-killing you are not. i did not expect you to be. But being that you knew that, why did you so foolishly pretend that you were, and summon up the Ghour himself right in front of you to engage him in hand-to-hand combat?

The gods still insist that you are the ones, so I will still send you down the path that fate has set for you.


Oh, and Calain, while this scenario was indeed all an illusion, it DOES reflect reality. All of what you witnessed really did happen. those two towns really did fall, and a Ghour did indeed kill Issian"
 
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You make your way to Skullport from your respective locations.
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As they argue with Irusyl, Everett and Calain are teleported to a rather blank room with a large table and a rather nondescript door.

At the head of the table sits a Drow woman with a black robe that covers her face. It seems to provide an unnatural level of shade and makes it impossible to discern her features. In a chair at the corner next to her sits a similarly dressed human girl in her early teens. Her hood covers her a bit less, and you can see back-length black hair draped forward over her shoulders, fair skin, and two striking bright blue eyes that shine through the darkness of the hood.

[OOC: The damsel in distress to the North thing that you previously heard relates to a potential second level of your test which you did not pass on to.]
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Jonathon teleports Akharos and himself to the meeting room where the others are.

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The next morning, Rana leads Alexander and Frian out of Yartar, never even seeing a policeman. Once they are far enough away from the city (Rana says that there are powerful evil forces near Yartar that may be able to trace or even reroute teleports), they teleport to the room as well, arriving at almost the same moment that Jonathon and Akharos do.
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Meanwhile, Ubaar, Alcar, Elone, and Wethrin have managed to avoid Storm's hunting party and have walked to Skullport, entering through a well-guarded (and regulated) tunnel in Waterdeep (Illicit travelers presumedly have other routes).

Skullport is something of a paradox. A semi-secret organization called the Skulls rule it with an iron fist, but their policies effectively involve granting every individual the right to freely engage in commerce of any sort. In effect, they are brutal guardians of the liberties of those who wish to operate criminal enterprises. The underground city is bustling with commerce of all sorts, and creatures of every intelligent species imaginable roam the streets.

They eventually arrive at the Elder Brain and Wethrin (having recovered by now) leads them behind the bar, down a hall, and into the same room that the others have just appeared in.

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[OOC: Hooray, everyone is all together finally!]

Irusyl keeps talking "At last, everyone is here. And safe, I'm glad to see.For those who teleported here, this is a private room in the Elder Brain Inn and Tavern in Skullport. If you want food or drinks, Jaina here (gestures to the girl) will get it for you..."

[Start to socializing, etc....]
 
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Elone blinks and stops in the door when it opens. "Solonor's breath, there are a lot of them." She peers at Wetherin. "Are we expected to travel with all of these? And what presisely will we be doing? Every moment I spend here is a moment that the Forests are less defended...."

She looks around the room, but greets no one in particular.
 

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