Honeymarsh Academy (D&D3.5) Chapter 2
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UniversalMonster
Explorer
Osbry holds up a hand to stop Arvin.
"We'll be working out the details. For now I think we've accomplished introductions at least. For now we will head back to the school."
After saying goodbyes all around, Vaela says farewell, and her image flickers and suddenly disappears.
Osbry begins leading your group back through the densely wooded jungle.
THE SCENE HAS CHANGED.
You have travelled for about 30 minutes or so through the lush jungle, using the same path you came in on. Arvin and Yarin (both characters with Survival as a skill) memorize the location, but you can tell that it may be quite difficult to find the Fey Grove place again without them.
Anyhow, you are travelling through the dense jungle, when you suddenly hear a snarl and something large and mottled green steps from behind a cluster of dense shrubby trees. It's an oversized savage-looking humanoid with gangly arms and legs and long dreadlocked hair that seems to writhe with an energy of its own. A snapped length of chain is still wrapped around his waist. A pair of prowling pantherlike beasts- each looking something like a cross between a wolf and a hyena-- come around the side of him, growling throatily.
The troll snarls "Harrr... what have we here? I just happen to be needing to feed my pets.. and I'm in a bad mood.."
Osbry sinks back into the background. "I may not be much help to you in this.." he mutters.
Initiative Rolls:
Arvin: 23
Bahuman: 19
Troll: 13
Yarin: 8
Kytheria: 7
Alek: 6
Krenshars: 5
"We'll be working out the details. For now I think we've accomplished introductions at least. For now we will head back to the school."
After saying goodbyes all around, Vaela says farewell, and her image flickers and suddenly disappears.
Osbry begins leading your group back through the densely wooded jungle.
THE SCENE HAS CHANGED.
You have travelled for about 30 minutes or so through the lush jungle, using the same path you came in on. Arvin and Yarin (both characters with Survival as a skill) memorize the location, but you can tell that it may be quite difficult to find the Fey Grove place again without them.
Anyhow, you are travelling through the dense jungle, when you suddenly hear a snarl and something large and mottled green steps from behind a cluster of dense shrubby trees. It's an oversized savage-looking humanoid with gangly arms and legs and long dreadlocked hair that seems to writhe with an energy of its own. A snapped length of chain is still wrapped around his waist. A pair of prowling pantherlike beasts- each looking something like a cross between a wolf and a hyena-- come around the side of him, growling throatily.
The troll snarls "Harrr... what have we here? I just happen to be needing to feed my pets.. and I'm in a bad mood.."
Osbry sinks back into the background. "I may not be much help to you in this.." he mutters.
Initiative Rolls:
Arvin: 23
Bahuman: 19
Troll: 13
Yarin: 8
Kytheria: 7
Alek: 6
Krenshars: 5
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Krug
Newshound
Actually would like to state for the record that Bahuma would normally meditate in the morning to gain his psionic focus for the day, in case surprises like this happen. But if not, the following happens:
"Hold back!" says Bahuma, as he gains his psionic focus, taking a 5' step to move forward.
If he is already considered to be psionically focused, he does the following instead: He 'charges' up his deep crystal greataxe to do extra damage(free action), and uses dissolving weapon on the greataxe as well (standard action), before moving to F11. "Hold your positions," he says to the others, raising his greataxe.
"Hold back!" says Bahuma, as he gains his psionic focus, taking a 5' step to move forward.
If he is already considered to be psionically focused, he does the following instead: He 'charges' up his deep crystal greataxe to do extra damage(free action), and uses dissolving weapon on the greataxe as well (standard action), before moving to F11. "Hold your positions," he says to the others, raising his greataxe.
UniversalMonster
Explorer
(I'd assume you already have your psionic focus! So it'll be the second option)
(I'm awaiting other players to post before I go on..)
(I'm awaiting other players to post before I go on..)
*Alek arches an eyebrow as he speaks* "tsk tsk tsk, you'd think we'd at least get the opportunity to slay something capable of witty banter. Ah well, look on the bright side, maybe you'll get the opportunity to come back as something a tad more enriching. Say a dung beetle, or so much abyssal moss. Move any closer and we'll be more then happy to speed you and your dogs on that way."
*Under his breath the glamered Githyanki begins whispering the base incantations for a magic missle, readying an action to see if the troll will sway to diplomacy. Alek will also take a 5 foot step back*
"Oh Soding Hells! Arvin!"
*Under his breath the glamered Githyanki begins whispering the base incantations for a magic missle, readying an action to see if the troll will sway to diplomacy. Alek will also take a 5 foot step back*
"Oh Soding Hells! Arvin!"
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UniversalMonster
Explorer
(Updated map coming soon)
(Kytheria is still nowhere to be seen. For now, she is frozen- maybe just too shocked to move)
Initiative Order:
Arvin: 23
Bahuman: 19
Troll: 13
Yarin: 8
Kytheria: 7
Alek: 6
Krenshars: 5
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There is a second of silence as the group faces off-- that is suddenly broken by Alek.
"tsk tsk tsk, you'd think we'd at least get the opportunity to slay something capable of witty banter. Ah well, look on the bright side, maybe you'll get the opportunity to come back as something a tad more enriching. Say a dung beetle, or so much abyssal moss. Move any closer and we'll be more then happy to speed you and your dogs on that way---"
But Alek is cut off as Arvin suddenly lets out a disturbingly draconic whoop and dashes forward, already drawing his sword; suddenly there is a shuddering hiss and the acrid smell of corrosive acid- a jet of corrosive gas blasts forth, catching the troll and both of it's beastly companions in its path.
Alek grumbles "Oh Sodding Hells! Arvin!".
Troll Saving Throw (DC 14) : Result 8
Krenshar #1 Saving Throw (DC 14): Result 22
Krenshar #2 Saving throw (DC 14): Result 19.
Damage: 31 points! (full) or 15 (half). The Krenshar had 11 hp each, so theyre both dead, even at half damage.
The troll is hit full on with the blast, and the two Krenshar suddenly change from snarls to strangled yelps as the burning greenish cloud hits them. When the cloud passes, both Krenshar are dead.
The troll however stands, looking enraged. His mottled green skin seems to be peeling away in several places. Large patches on his face and arms are crackling and sizzling.
"You'll pay for that, younglings..." he growls.
Bahuman hefts his deep crystal battleaxe. With a nod of intensity it suddenly takes on an acid-green shimmer. He runs forward and shouts "Hold your positions!", raising his axe up.
But the troll moves forward with a bellow, flailing his arms wildly as he crashes towards Arvin.
(The troll steps into G,H-6,7. He has Arvin at his 10' reach).
(The troll attacks: Arvin's AC 22: result: 15. The troll misses.)
Arvin dodges easily aside!
Yarin draws his dagger, muttering.. you catch the word "brutes".. but nothing more. He doesn't move.
Alek completes the final preparations for a readied magic missile under his breath and takes a 5' step back.
(OOC: Technically, Alek just stepped off the map! Tht's ok, though. He's understood to be at G14. you need to let me know if you plan on casting! Your turn seemed to indicate that you were just preparing the spell and moving..)
The Krenshars are both dead. The troll is obviously wounded.
(Kytheria is still nowhere to be seen. For now, she is frozen- maybe just too shocked to move)
Initiative Order:
Arvin: 23
Bahuman: 19
Troll: 13
Yarin: 8
Kytheria: 7
Alek: 6
Krenshars: 5
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There is a second of silence as the group faces off-- that is suddenly broken by Alek.
"tsk tsk tsk, you'd think we'd at least get the opportunity to slay something capable of witty banter. Ah well, look on the bright side, maybe you'll get the opportunity to come back as something a tad more enriching. Say a dung beetle, or so much abyssal moss. Move any closer and we'll be more then happy to speed you and your dogs on that way---"
But Alek is cut off as Arvin suddenly lets out a disturbingly draconic whoop and dashes forward, already drawing his sword; suddenly there is a shuddering hiss and the acrid smell of corrosive acid- a jet of corrosive gas blasts forth, catching the troll and both of it's beastly companions in its path.
Alek grumbles "Oh Sodding Hells! Arvin!".
Troll Saving Throw (DC 14) : Result 8
Krenshar #1 Saving Throw (DC 14): Result 22
Krenshar #2 Saving throw (DC 14): Result 19.
Damage: 31 points! (full) or 15 (half). The Krenshar had 11 hp each, so theyre both dead, even at half damage.
The troll is hit full on with the blast, and the two Krenshar suddenly change from snarls to strangled yelps as the burning greenish cloud hits them. When the cloud passes, both Krenshar are dead.
The troll however stands, looking enraged. His mottled green skin seems to be peeling away in several places. Large patches on his face and arms are crackling and sizzling.
"You'll pay for that, younglings..." he growls.
Bahuman hefts his deep crystal battleaxe. With a nod of intensity it suddenly takes on an acid-green shimmer. He runs forward and shouts "Hold your positions!", raising his axe up.
But the troll moves forward with a bellow, flailing his arms wildly as he crashes towards Arvin.
(The troll steps into G,H-6,7. He has Arvin at his 10' reach).
(The troll attacks: Arvin's AC 22: result: 15. The troll misses.)
Arvin dodges easily aside!
Yarin draws his dagger, muttering.. you catch the word "brutes".. but nothing more. He doesn't move.
Alek completes the final preparations for a readied magic missile under his breath and takes a 5' step back.
(OOC: Technically, Alek just stepped off the map! Tht's ok, though. He's understood to be at G14. you need to let me know if you plan on casting! Your turn seemed to indicate that you were just preparing the spell and moving..)
The Krenshars are both dead. The troll is obviously wounded.
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AmorFati
First Post
Kytheria - Cleric of Pelor
Choosing to remain silent in the encounter with the fey princess, the young priestess ponders during the walk back to the academy.
"This will be an interesting year I think. Recover the stolen helm, bring back the lost heirloom of the fey princess. A good start indeed. Hopefully Vaela will have peace when it is returned. As for my fellow students.... The big brute Bahuma. Although big and tough-looking, he seems good hearted enough. Then you got Arvin, the ranger... Is that draconic blood I see in him? I think so, but I cannot be certain. Do I dare to ask? Not yet, I will have to wait and see. The young man, Alek... There is more to him than what is obvious. I guess that is true for all of us though, so I will not judge him by that fact alone. I do like him though. And lastly, Yarin... Grey-haired, yet young by the look of him. Another mystery there, I would think. We're a group full of secrets, and I suspect most of us know that. Oh well, time will tell, and hopefully we will trust eachother enough with time."
While thinking, Kytheria silently looks from one to the other, smiling a slight smile all the while, portraying a picture of perfect calm and tranquility.
As the monsters appear, she shakes her head sadly. She grabs her only possesion besides her club and her clothes; her holy symbol, the symbolf of Pelor! A wooden, sun-bleached sun is attached to her rope-belt, dangling back and forth while walking, but easily accessible when needed. Clutching the symbol in her delicate hands, she close her eyes briefly and say a short prayer to her patron god. "In this time of need, I need your help and guidance. Bless me with your might, Pelor, and let me strike this creature of darkness, instilling in it the light it sorely lacks."
OOC: Casting Deific Vengeance on the Troll. Does 3d6 damage, Will save for half damage.
Choosing to remain silent in the encounter with the fey princess, the young priestess ponders during the walk back to the academy.
"This will be an interesting year I think. Recover the stolen helm, bring back the lost heirloom of the fey princess. A good start indeed. Hopefully Vaela will have peace when it is returned. As for my fellow students.... The big brute Bahuma. Although big and tough-looking, he seems good hearted enough. Then you got Arvin, the ranger... Is that draconic blood I see in him? I think so, but I cannot be certain. Do I dare to ask? Not yet, I will have to wait and see. The young man, Alek... There is more to him than what is obvious. I guess that is true for all of us though, so I will not judge him by that fact alone. I do like him though. And lastly, Yarin... Grey-haired, yet young by the look of him. Another mystery there, I would think. We're a group full of secrets, and I suspect most of us know that. Oh well, time will tell, and hopefully we will trust eachother enough with time."
While thinking, Kytheria silently looks from one to the other, smiling a slight smile all the while, portraying a picture of perfect calm and tranquility.
As the monsters appear, she shakes her head sadly. She grabs her only possesion besides her club and her clothes; her holy symbol, the symbolf of Pelor! A wooden, sun-bleached sun is attached to her rope-belt, dangling back and forth while walking, but easily accessible when needed. Clutching the symbol in her delicate hands, she close her eyes briefly and say a short prayer to her patron god. "In this time of need, I need your help and guidance. Bless me with your might, Pelor, and let me strike this creature of darkness, instilling in it the light it sorely lacks."
OOC: Casting Deific Vengeance on the Troll. Does 3d6 damage, Will save for half damage.
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