nerdytenor
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Given Horto's impulsive nature I'd think him apt to charge at the closest drake.
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Given Horto's impulsive nature I'd think him apt to charge at the closest drake.
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[IC] Wandering Star : Heroes of the Middle Reaches (Part One)
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helium3
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I've moved Horto into position on the grid. Go ahead and make your attack. The guard drake's AC defense is 15. Please describe.
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nerdytenor
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Horto takes a deep breath and gives a small anticipatory smile at the action to follow. He charges up the stairs, uttering a cry more appropriate to a drunken ball than a field of battle. He slices at the drake with several quick strokes of his sword arm, and then elbows it in the side for good measure. "Owww! Scaly bastards!" he says, rubbing his elbow.
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Critical on my first attack for 14 damage (disregard dmg roll).
Must be a good omen.
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Critical on my first attack for 14 damage (disregard dmg roll).
Must be a good omen.
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Varilar crouched, silently watching the impulsive human make his way toward the stairs. Even as Horto charged, Varilar was busy guessing what the reaction would be, and determining his best course. He finally moves a step closer to the edge of the bulding, drawing his sword and peering carefully around the corner.
[sblock=ooc] Varilar is going to let Horto and company start things off, the better to get the drop on the halflings in the building. [/sblock]
[sblock=ooc] Varilar is going to let Horto and company start things off, the better to get the drop on the halflings in the building. [/sblock]
Sparky
Registered User
Ranver turns to say, "Stay safe!" to Little Tatiana as he shuffles after Horto and Zarathas. Though he can't use it, he wears the small shield on his arm, the Eye of Ioun is carved and painted on its surface, an effort of Ranver's training. Though the work was far from good, he was rather proud of the thing and its weight on his arm was comforting.
He hefts the spear and moves in, thrusting in the direction of the nearest drake. He regrets the need to take the creatures' lives, but the Helen's Reach itself was at stake. The burden of that thought makes the normally inquisitive and puckish cleric very grim indeed.
The eye of the Goddess sees all.
The Eye of the Goddess Sees All.
The words repeat over and over in his head, the line of text he'd been required to write and then and then recite for endless hours. The black script stands clear in his mind's eye. And then the ink changes. Begins to burn with a golden light. The Eye of the Goddess Sees All. The words seem to lift from the page and the light grows brighter.
Ranver shuts his eyes and opens them, for a moment they blaze gloden with the might of the young man's zeal. He shouts, his normally quiet, thoughtful tones larger... grander, "The Eye of the Goddess Sees All!"
Ranver's eyes go wide at the power he's calling. He flinches as the bolt of his faith leaps from they symbol around his neck, down his arm and spear, then off the outstretched spear tip. The bolt flies the distance to the drake and strikes harmlessly in a shower of firefly sparks. The strength of his faith unable to endure the depth of his surprise.
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Move: From to I28 to N26
Standard: Attack Drake at S23, Lance of Faith.[/sblock]
He hefts the spear and moves in, thrusting in the direction of the nearest drake. He regrets the need to take the creatures' lives, but the Helen's Reach itself was at stake. The burden of that thought makes the normally inquisitive and puckish cleric very grim indeed.
The eye of the Goddess sees all.
The Eye of the Goddess Sees All.
The words repeat over and over in his head, the line of text he'd been required to write and then and then recite for endless hours. The black script stands clear in his mind's eye. And then the ink changes. Begins to burn with a golden light. The Eye of the Goddess Sees All. The words seem to lift from the page and the light grows brighter.
Ranver shuts his eyes and opens them, for a moment they blaze gloden with the might of the young man's zeal. He shouts, his normally quiet, thoughtful tones larger... grander, "The Eye of the Goddess Sees All!"
Ranver's eyes go wide at the power he's calling. He flinches as the bolt of his faith leaps from they symbol around his neck, down his arm and spear, then off the outstretched spear tip. The bolt flies the distance to the drake and strikes harmlessly in a shower of firefly sparks. The strength of his faith unable to endure the depth of his surprise.
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Move: From to I28 to N26
Standard: Attack Drake at S23, Lance of Faith.[/sblock]
The Digger
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Charlie will also wait until the thieves come out and then missile from afar.
nerdytenor
First Post
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I forgot - I mark the drake (combat challenge). (Let's see how many times I forget this...)
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I forgot - I mark the drake (combat challenge). (Let's see how many times I forget this...)
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Blackrat
He Who Lurks Beyond The Veil
[sblock=OOC]Z' will attack the one that's a bit further back.[/sblock]
These are just guard-animals, the blame is not theirs. Zarathas thinks as he charges up the stairs, past the first one and to his horror scrathes the sword on the flagstones while trying to hit the Drake with an upswing.
[sblock=OOC2]Attack & Damage (1d20+6=7, 1d8+4=11)
Natural 1 on attack roll
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These are just guard-animals, the blame is not theirs. Zarathas thinks as he charges up the stairs, past the first one and to his horror scrathes the sword on the flagstones while trying to hit the Drake with an upswing.
[sblock=OOC2]Attack & Damage (1d20+6=7, 1d8+4=11)
Natural 1 on attack roll
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Walking Dad
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Jorje summons a missle of magic force and hurls it at the same drake that Horto hit. Then he moves a bit nearer...
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Assuming target is still alife:
Magic Missle (vs Reflex) (1d20+4=19, 2d4+4=6) hits a 19 for 6 damage.
Movement to come into the 10 squares reach next round.
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Jorje
Perception: 12 Insight: 17 Normal Vision
AC 16 Fortitude 13 Reflex 15 Will 15
Hit Points: 24 / 24 Bloodied: 12
Temporary Hit Points: 0
Action Points: 1 Second Wind: 1
Healing Surge: 6 Surges per day: 8 / 8
Encounter Powers: Grasping Shadows
Daily Powers: Phantom Chasm
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Assuming target is still alife:
Magic Missle (vs Reflex) (1d20+4=19, 2d4+4=6) hits a 19 for 6 damage.
Movement to come into the 10 squares reach next round.
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Jorje
Perception: 12 Insight: 17 Normal Vision
AC 16 Fortitude 13 Reflex 15 Will 15
Hit Points: 24 / 24 Bloodied: 12
Temporary Hit Points: 0
Action Points: 1 Second Wind: 1
Healing Surge: 6 Surges per day: 8 / 8
Encounter Powers: Grasping Shadows
Daily Powers: Phantom Chasm
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helium3
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The calm after the storm is torn asunder as our heroes fall upon the porch like storm waves on a beach.
Horto and Zarathas charge the Guard Drakes, leaping up the rickety steps and swinging mightily at the unprepared beasts. Horto's blows strike true, cutting several large gashes in the drakes shoulders and back. Howling in pain, the Guard Drake flinches and then gathers itself, its sharp fangs bared and a growl of anger rising from its chest. Zarathas fares more poorly, missing the other Drake entirely and nearly lodging his sword in the wood of the steps.
Ranver follows shortly behind, staying back from the fracas on the porch but summoning his faith and shaping it into a brilliant bolt of light. It leaps the space between the tip of his spear and his target with a sharp CRACK!! At the last moment the bolt goes astray, charring a pit into the support column next to this target.
From the alley, the muttering of incantations can be heard as Jorje conjures a roiling cloud of bruise colored shards of shade. Over the outstretched palm of one hand, the shards shiver and shake as they dance around one another. With the other hand he compresses the cloud, pushing its pieces inward until they form a single dully shimmering ball of shadow. Thrusting his hands violently forward while simultaneously speaking the word of power that ends the spell, the orb of purplish shade streaks forth and strikes the Drake across the muzzle. The beast yowls in pain and shakes its head as if trying to clear its vision.
In the shadows, Varilar can see the battle on the porch and waits for the right moment to strike. Behind him, Charlotte does the same.
Inside the building, the sounds of the dice game suddenly cease. Then, cries ring out and the din of confusion sounds as the three Haflings gird themselves for battle. One of them shouts, "Percy!! We got trouble out front!!"
[sblock=OOC]We're at the top of the first round. Charlotte and Varilar, are you going to go now, ready actions or delay your initiative until after the haflings?
Varilar, if you intend to stay hidden you will need to roll a stealth check. Now that we're in combat you can't take 10 any longer.
What's Ranver going to do?[/sblock]
Horto and Zarathas charge the Guard Drakes, leaping up the rickety steps and swinging mightily at the unprepared beasts. Horto's blows strike true, cutting several large gashes in the drakes shoulders and back. Howling in pain, the Guard Drake flinches and then gathers itself, its sharp fangs bared and a growl of anger rising from its chest. Zarathas fares more poorly, missing the other Drake entirely and nearly lodging his sword in the wood of the steps.
Ranver follows shortly behind, staying back from the fracas on the porch but summoning his faith and shaping it into a brilliant bolt of light. It leaps the space between the tip of his spear and his target with a sharp CRACK!! At the last moment the bolt goes astray, charring a pit into the support column next to this target.
From the alley, the muttering of incantations can be heard as Jorje conjures a roiling cloud of bruise colored shards of shade. Over the outstretched palm of one hand, the shards shiver and shake as they dance around one another. With the other hand he compresses the cloud, pushing its pieces inward until they form a single dully shimmering ball of shadow. Thrusting his hands violently forward while simultaneously speaking the word of power that ends the spell, the orb of purplish shade streaks forth and strikes the Drake across the muzzle. The beast yowls in pain and shakes its head as if trying to clear its vision.
In the shadows, Varilar can see the battle on the porch and waits for the right moment to strike. Behind him, Charlotte does the same.
Inside the building, the sounds of the dice game suddenly cease. Then, cries ring out and the din of confusion sounds as the three Haflings gird themselves for battle. One of them shouts, "Percy!! We got trouble out front!!"
[sblock=OOC]We're at the top of the first round. Charlotte and Varilar, are you going to go now, ready actions or delay your initiative until after the haflings?
Varilar, if you intend to stay hidden you will need to roll a stealth check. Now that we're in combat you can't take 10 any longer.
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