Honeymarsh Academy (D&D3.5) Chapter 2
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UniversalMonster
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Alek, Warmage Githyanki
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[sblock]I readied an action to cast a spell, probably should have worded it more OOC though. The spell was set to go off whenever the troll made anysort of threatening movement, but I doubt it'll make much differince seeing the way the combat is going so far. The damage for the magic missile spell is 2d4+5 (that's 1d4+1/missle, +3 Warmage Edge)[/sblock]
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[sblock]I readied an action to cast a spell, probably should have worded it more OOC though. The spell was set to go off whenever the troll made anysort of threatening movement, but I doubt it'll make much differince seeing the way the combat is going so far. The damage for the magic missile spell is 2d4+5 (that's 1d4+1/missle, +3 Warmage Edge)[/sblock]
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UniversalMonster
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(Updated map coming soon if we need it!)
Initiative Order:
Arvin: 23
Bahuman: 19
Troll: 13
Yarin: 8
Kytheria: 7
Alek: 6
Arvin dashes forward, his two swords spinning and flashing with lethal ferocity as he closes in under the Troll's guard. The troll swipes with one mighty claw and connects solidly to Arvin's shoulder! Arvin is thrown to one side and cut slightly, but quickly recovers himself and drives forward with his own whirling attack. Two gaping slashes are carved across the troll now, and a bright green sap-like blood oozes freely from the puckered wounds. The troll bellows in pain.
The troll got his attack of Opportunity when Arvin moved forward. He rolled a 27! (Not a critical threat, but almost...). Arvin takes 9 points of damage.
Arvin's attack results in a 21 and a 29. The second strike was a critical threat. Unfortunately, the follow-up was a natural 1. Arvin does 8 and 12 damage for a total of 20. The troll is still up!
Bahuman suddenly shouts "Feel the full might of my axe, greenskin!" and slams into the troll with a deadly overhead hack from his deep crystal greataxe. The axe catches the troll across the shoulder, and slices the monstrous giant in a vicious slash. The troll spins backwards and collapses against a tree.
Bahuman rolls a 32! Unfortunately the Greataxe crits on a 20, instead of a 19. Nevertheless, Bahuman did another 27 points of damage. Most of the damage here was done by acid. It is dead. Most sincerely dead.
(OOC, This went very well for a tryout! But we also learned that I need you to be very specific about your actions. I didn't realize Alek wanted to cast his spell and not just prepare it, for example. Part of the difficulty is the medium of play-by-post, and I will take the blame for the rest. So be specific- write your turn however descriptive you want to, but then include your actions in terms I can understand as a DM such as "I want to move to this square and cast X". If you want, just put them as an OOC note.)
Osbry clears his throat and takes out a flask of firewhiskey. "Well, that's sorted." He takes a sip and then hands off his flask to Kytheria before fumbling in his satchel for a worn leather notebook. "I believe I may have some.. yes.. ah. Here we are." he mutters paging through a selection of clippings, sketches, notes and scrawled maps.
"Be on the lookout for escaped Troll fugitive, wanted for murder and mayhem most savage.., jumped ship in Honeymarsh Port. Reward: 200 gold. Hmm. Not much for such a bruiser, but I guess they have to pay what they can afford. Oh I say, are you alright, Arvin?"
He folds the paper up and takes back his flask. "You can all collect at the Bursar's office, I believe. School tradition is a shared bounty. Oo, ought to have that looked at, Arvin."
Bahuman and Arvin notice a worn canvas bag behind the tree the troll stepped out from behind. It contains a dusty flask of 'Marberry's Standard Cure-All" (a cure light wounds potion), and a pair of tatty-looking scrolls sealed with beeswax.
Initiative Order:
Arvin: 23
Bahuman: 19
Troll: 13
Yarin: 8
Kytheria: 7
Alek: 6
Arvin dashes forward, his two swords spinning and flashing with lethal ferocity as he closes in under the Troll's guard. The troll swipes with one mighty claw and connects solidly to Arvin's shoulder! Arvin is thrown to one side and cut slightly, but quickly recovers himself and drives forward with his own whirling attack. Two gaping slashes are carved across the troll now, and a bright green sap-like blood oozes freely from the puckered wounds. The troll bellows in pain.
The troll got his attack of Opportunity when Arvin moved forward. He rolled a 27! (Not a critical threat, but almost...). Arvin takes 9 points of damage.
Arvin's attack results in a 21 and a 29. The second strike was a critical threat. Unfortunately, the follow-up was a natural 1. Arvin does 8 and 12 damage for a total of 20. The troll is still up!
Bahuman suddenly shouts "Feel the full might of my axe, greenskin!" and slams into the troll with a deadly overhead hack from his deep crystal greataxe. The axe catches the troll across the shoulder, and slices the monstrous giant in a vicious slash. The troll spins backwards and collapses against a tree.
Bahuman rolls a 32! Unfortunately the Greataxe crits on a 20, instead of a 19. Nevertheless, Bahuman did another 27 points of damage. Most of the damage here was done by acid. It is dead. Most sincerely dead.
(OOC, This went very well for a tryout! But we also learned that I need you to be very specific about your actions. I didn't realize Alek wanted to cast his spell and not just prepare it, for example. Part of the difficulty is the medium of play-by-post, and I will take the blame for the rest. So be specific- write your turn however descriptive you want to, but then include your actions in terms I can understand as a DM such as "I want to move to this square and cast X". If you want, just put them as an OOC note.)
Osbry clears his throat and takes out a flask of firewhiskey. "Well, that's sorted." He takes a sip and then hands off his flask to Kytheria before fumbling in his satchel for a worn leather notebook. "I believe I may have some.. yes.. ah. Here we are." he mutters paging through a selection of clippings, sketches, notes and scrawled maps.
"Be on the lookout for escaped Troll fugitive, wanted for murder and mayhem most savage.., jumped ship in Honeymarsh Port. Reward: 200 gold. Hmm. Not much for such a bruiser, but I guess they have to pay what they can afford. Oh I say, are you alright, Arvin?"
He folds the paper up and takes back his flask. "You can all collect at the Bursar's office, I believe. School tradition is a shared bounty. Oo, ought to have that looked at, Arvin."
Bahuman and Arvin notice a worn canvas bag behind the tree the troll stepped out from behind. It contains a dusty flask of 'Marberry's Standard Cure-All" (a cure light wounds potion), and a pair of tatty-looking scrolls sealed with beeswax.
Tinner
First Post
Arvin sits down on the ground and rummages through the troll's sack. He holds up the bottle of Cure-All.
"Anyone mind if I drink this?" he asks. "That rubbery bugger managed to get a lucky shot in."
Arvin then offers the sack to Bahuman.
"Nice axework there big fella."
OOC: If no one objects, Arvin will take the potion as treasure, and immediately drink it. However, if anone has a different idea, Arvin will wait and hear them out.
"Anyone mind if I drink this?" he asks. "That rubbery bugger managed to get a lucky shot in."
Arvin then offers the sack to Bahuman.
"Nice axework there big fella."
OOC: If no one objects, Arvin will take the potion as treasure, and immediately drink it. However, if anone has a different idea, Arvin will wait and hear them out.
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AmorFati
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Kytheria
"Yes, I do." Kytheria answers and moves over to the wounded newly-aquired friend. "Let me take care of this for you." Placing her hands on Arvins head, the young woman prays for healing. "Accept the light of Pelor, and you will feel better, my friend. Pelor, grant this brave warrior a piece of your soothing light."
OOC: Dropping Comprehend Languages, to cast Cure Light Wounds. Heals 1d8+5
"Yes, I do." Kytheria answers and moves over to the wounded newly-aquired friend. "Let me take care of this for you." Placing her hands on Arvins head, the young woman prays for healing. "Accept the light of Pelor, and you will feel better, my friend. Pelor, grant this brave warrior a piece of your soothing light."
OOC: Dropping Comprehend Languages, to cast Cure Light Wounds. Heals 1d8+5
Krug
Newshound
Bahuman meditates briefly to regain his psychic focus, before looking over the remains of the troll. "Just as fertile as this garden, is this troll's flesh? Will it not regrow together, and become one again?" The half-human ensures that the troll's body is completely destroyed.
He turns to Arvin, "I was guided by a force outside of myself. Your weaponwork was most definitely finer. And your breath... was most effective."
He turns to Arvin, "I was guided by a force outside of myself. Your weaponwork was most definitely finer. And your breath... was most effective."
Alek, Githyanki War Mage
*Alek sighs exasperatedly, dropping his hands to his sides and strolling up to the steaming reckage of flesh that was the troll.*
"Ugh. Master Osbry, I trust your word will be good enough to convince the Bursars at the Academy that we've felled the the troll? I'd rather not drag it's unseemly carcass through the jungle"
The warmage says this in a way that says he know's that he wouldn't be the one doing the work, as a matter of course.
"No problem with me Arvin." *Alek turns towards the half-giant as Kytheria heals the rangers wounds*
"Heck of a swing you've got on that greataxe Bahuma, glad I'm on this end of that weapon. So Osbry, what was so special about the helm, or should I say about the weilder, this Korin?"
*The human-seeming Alek keeps a light stride through the thick jungle, behind Bahuma and Osbry if possible. Using his spear to hold down limbs or vines in his way, and casually checking over his clothing for burrs or stains of pollen.*
*Alek sighs exasperatedly, dropping his hands to his sides and strolling up to the steaming reckage of flesh that was the troll.*
"Ugh. Master Osbry, I trust your word will be good enough to convince the Bursars at the Academy that we've felled the the troll? I'd rather not drag it's unseemly carcass through the jungle"
The warmage says this in a way that says he know's that he wouldn't be the one doing the work, as a matter of course.
"No problem with me Arvin." *Alek turns towards the half-giant as Kytheria heals the rangers wounds*
"Heck of a swing you've got on that greataxe Bahuma, glad I'm on this end of that weapon. So Osbry, what was so special about the helm, or should I say about the weilder, this Korin?"
*The human-seeming Alek keeps a light stride through the thick jungle, behind Bahuma and Osbry if possible. Using his spear to hold down limbs or vines in his way, and casually checking over his clothing for burrs or stains of pollen.*
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UniversalMonster
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Kytheria passes her hands over Arvin's wound and there is a soft sunshiney glow. The gash suddenly knits together.. and then when she passes her hand over, it is completely healed.
Kytheria heals 10 points of Arvin's damage. He's completely healed.
Alek and Bahuman are able to ascertain that the troll is most sincerely dead. And Osbry assures Alek that they won't need any proof of it's death for the bounty. Osbry is a founder and his word is enough.
Alek asks "Heck of a swing you've got on that greataxe Bahuma, glad I'm on this end of that weapon. So Osbry, what was so special about the helm, or should I say about the weilder, this Korin?"
Osbry chuckles. "He was a hero, well, if you believe the legends. Theyre before my time. Before any of the founders. He was tasked by the gods to rescue a divine child and he did. He even slew the famous Queen of the Witches. I'll show you some books about it. It was about 2 centuries ago- Planar time, mind-you. The helm was a gift from the bird-goddess Finch. It is a rare and powerful item."
(OOC: Unless anyone has any objections we'll move on to the next scene and you can all decide what you'd like to do. )
Your group moves on, heading back towards home. Alek makes sure not to catch any burrs or pollen on the way back.
THE SCENE HAS CHANGED:
After walking for another hour or so, you reach the trail that leads to the school grounds. You stop by the Planar Gardens- a walled fairly private area bounded on all sides by beautiful abstract statues that are meant to represent the cardinal elements in form- a twisting crystal spiral for air, a spiking flameshaped red and black arc for fire, the polished form of brown and green agate boulders which look like theyve been stacked at an impossible angle for earth, and a graceful blue and white wave-looking piece for water. A variety of strange orchids and multi-colored ferns are arranged beautifully within. A path made up of beautifully polished cream and peach-colored mosaic tiles winds it's way through.
One of the school gardening constructs (these are quite common and referred to by students as a 'headless' because they look like a muscular silvery humanoid without a head) is tending a set of hedges with a pair of clippers.
Osbry sits down at a pleasant curved iron garden bench in the center. There's room for you all and more.
"Ok, glad your'e all on board. We'll be meeting two more students, I hope."
He checks the sundial.
"Ah, here they are."
(OOC: ATTENTION ARGENT and LOBO-LURKER, your characters approach and are here. Feel free to introduce yourselves.)
"This is not a mandatory assignment in any way, so if you would rather not be part of this. Please say so."
(OOC: seriously, I'm not trying to railroad you and if anyone is looking for a way out of this PbP, just say! )
"Alright.. now then. The Helm of Korin. It is a valuable relic, and until this year it has been the subject of our relic-studies program at Honeymarsh. But it was stolen by a group of students last year. As I said- we have already punished some of the students that were involved in the theft. But they were for the most part- followers. The two ringleaders are still at large, and the crown itself has likely been sold to a buyer. We have some idea who that buyer might be."
"But first, our new students."
Kytheria heals 10 points of Arvin's damage. He's completely healed.
Alek and Bahuman are able to ascertain that the troll is most sincerely dead. And Osbry assures Alek that they won't need any proof of it's death for the bounty. Osbry is a founder and his word is enough.
Alek asks "Heck of a swing you've got on that greataxe Bahuma, glad I'm on this end of that weapon. So Osbry, what was so special about the helm, or should I say about the weilder, this Korin?"
Osbry chuckles. "He was a hero, well, if you believe the legends. Theyre before my time. Before any of the founders. He was tasked by the gods to rescue a divine child and he did. He even slew the famous Queen of the Witches. I'll show you some books about it. It was about 2 centuries ago- Planar time, mind-you. The helm was a gift from the bird-goddess Finch. It is a rare and powerful item."
(OOC: Unless anyone has any objections we'll move on to the next scene and you can all decide what you'd like to do. )
Your group moves on, heading back towards home. Alek makes sure not to catch any burrs or pollen on the way back.
THE SCENE HAS CHANGED:
After walking for another hour or so, you reach the trail that leads to the school grounds. You stop by the Planar Gardens- a walled fairly private area bounded on all sides by beautiful abstract statues that are meant to represent the cardinal elements in form- a twisting crystal spiral for air, a spiking flameshaped red and black arc for fire, the polished form of brown and green agate boulders which look like theyve been stacked at an impossible angle for earth, and a graceful blue and white wave-looking piece for water. A variety of strange orchids and multi-colored ferns are arranged beautifully within. A path made up of beautifully polished cream and peach-colored mosaic tiles winds it's way through.
One of the school gardening constructs (these are quite common and referred to by students as a 'headless' because they look like a muscular silvery humanoid without a head) is tending a set of hedges with a pair of clippers.
Osbry sits down at a pleasant curved iron garden bench in the center. There's room for you all and more.
"Ok, glad your'e all on board. We'll be meeting two more students, I hope."
He checks the sundial.
"Ah, here they are."
(OOC: ATTENTION ARGENT and LOBO-LURKER, your characters approach and are here. Feel free to introduce yourselves.)
"This is not a mandatory assignment in any way, so if you would rather not be part of this. Please say so."
(OOC: seriously, I'm not trying to railroad you and if anyone is looking for a way out of this PbP, just say!
) "Alright.. now then. The Helm of Korin. It is a valuable relic, and until this year it has been the subject of our relic-studies program at Honeymarsh. But it was stolen by a group of students last year. As I said- we have already punished some of the students that were involved in the theft. But they were for the most part- followers. The two ringleaders are still at large, and the crown itself has likely been sold to a buyer. We have some idea who that buyer might be."
"But first, our new students."
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