Iron Heroes: A Saga of Might
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Dr Simon
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The creature pauses, tilts its head as if listening for something.
"This one speaks the language of its masters," it says, but in the common language. "And gives itself a title. Passing through? Where are your masters, slave? Why have they sent you to me and not come themselves? Do they have so little respect for Montor Roth? Do they fear my wrath for forgetting me?"
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The first time Montor Roth speaks it talks in Ur, then repeats in Common. Should have mentioned that.
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William senses that the creature isn't immediately hostile, but he feels like it is sizing them up; still assessing the situation. It moves a little like a stalking cat.
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"This one speaks the language of its masters," it says, but in the common language. "And gives itself a title. Passing through? Where are your masters, slave? Why have they sent you to me and not come themselves? Do they have so little respect for Montor Roth? Do they fear my wrath for forgetting me?"
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The first time Montor Roth speaks it talks in Ur, then repeats in Common. Should have mentioned that.
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William senses that the creature isn't immediately hostile, but he feels like it is sizing them up; still assessing the situation. It moves a little like a stalking cat.
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Walking Dad
First Post
Defense 12 (FF12), HP 15/18, F +4,R+3,W+3; Ini +2 ; Fury Pool 0/11; DR 1d4
"I no hear them praise you. They grew weak and decadent. Only serving themselves." Olmar steps nearer and speaks truthfully, hoping the wrath of this ancient Ur-Man can help them against the others.
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Olmar
Reserve Points: 16 / 18
Pick (gripped with both hand and Power attack 1):
1d20+3 - 1d6+6 - 20/x4
In berserker rage:
1d20+4 - 1d6+8 - 20/x4
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"I no hear them praise you. They grew weak and decadent. Only serving themselves." Olmar steps nearer and speaks truthfully, hoping the wrath of this ancient Ur-Man can help them against the others.
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Olmar
Reserve Points: 16 / 18
Pick (gripped with both hand and Power attack 1):
1d20+3 - 1d6+6 - 20/x4
In berserker rage:
1d20+4 - 1d6+8 - 20/x4
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Vela watches the apparition from behind the others behind slitted eyes. She was half-crouched, and had she a cat's tail it would be switching madly to and fro. She couldn't see how this would end well, regardless of their attempts at parlay. Sooner or later, the beast would try to claim them for its own slaves, no doubt. Or seek to return them to their 'masters.'
She was not glib of tongue, nor gifted with a diplomat's turn of phrase. Her communication was more direct.
Still, it didn't have to be unsubtle...
While its attention was on Xoria, Vela slowly ducked lower behind the others, and padded towards one of the pillars, meaning to try to hide from the creature's view...to surprise it when the time came.
(Stealth +7)
She was not glib of tongue, nor gifted with a diplomat's turn of phrase. Her communication was more direct.
Still, it didn't have to be unsubtle...
While its attention was on Xoria, Vela slowly ducked lower behind the others, and padded towards one of the pillars, meaning to try to hide from the creature's view...to surprise it when the time came.
(Stealth +7)
"He speaks the truth," Xoria adds. "There are dozens of Ur-men encamped here, and they have been here for months. They care only for the coin this place can bring them."
Dr Simon
Explorer
"They would DARE?!" the creature shouts. It glares at Xoria for a moment. Its eye sockets seem empty, but something glints deep within them in the light of the cold blue flame. Then Montor Roth draws itself erect, standing tall. It is taller than Olmar, but thin and wiry.
"Well then," it says. "Know, then, Countess Xoria Aurelion of Zor. There are two ways on from this place." It gestures with its sickle left and right. "One leads to death, the other freedom. Montor Roth can tell you, but he has grown hungry. I will trade. I will tell you the way, in exchange for one of your companions to sate my appetite." There is a sound like the creaking of old leather as the creature's dried facial muscles contort into a rictus-like smile.
"Well then," it says. "Know, then, Countess Xoria Aurelion of Zor. There are two ways on from this place." It gestures with its sickle left and right. "One leads to death, the other freedom. Montor Roth can tell you, but he has grown hungry. I will trade. I will tell you the way, in exchange for one of your companions to sate my appetite." There is a sound like the creaking of old leather as the creature's dried facial muscles contort into a rictus-like smile.
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"You speak of hunger?" asks Xoria incredulously. "Your glorious deeds are forgotten, your memory betrayed, and you seek only sustenance? We have a common enemy -- Surely vengeance would taste sweeter than some gobbet of flesh!"
OOC: Against my better judgment, trying "Alter Mind":
Montor Roth appears to be either at Unfriendly
Xoria is trying to improve his mood to Neutral (she may later try to get him to Friendly):
Changing category by 1 with a duration at 5 rounds at close range (Mastery levels 1, 1 and 1, respectively); leads to mana cost of 2 total.
Channeling difficulty: 7 (roll 1d20 +1 to make it)
DC to save: 10 + 4 INT +1 Ench mastery=15
I don't think Montor's going to buy it, but what the Hell.
Dr Simon
Explorer
Xoria's words seem to take on a strange cadence as she speaks them. Montor Roth's eyes close momentarily, then flick open again. He looks angry.
"Witch! You would try sorcery on ME?!" it cries incredulously. With a tremendous roar of rage it leaps clean over the central fire pit (a superhuman effort) and lands right in front of Xoria, lashing out with its sickle. Xoria ducks away from the strike but feels something twist inside her from the effort. Then she is cuffed by the backswing.
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Casting check 9+1=10, success.
Montor makes his Will save.
It's not necessarily the case that someone will know if they have had a spell cast upon them. Montor knows.
Attack on Xoria hits for 7 damage.
Montor is adjacent to Xoria, and I think within movement range of everyone else. He is adjacent to the firepit on the opposite side to Xoria.
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"Witch! You would try sorcery on ME?!" it cries incredulously. With a tremendous roar of rage it leaps clean over the central fire pit (a superhuman effort) and lands right in front of Xoria, lashing out with its sickle. Xoria ducks away from the strike but feels something twist inside her from the effort. Then she is cuffed by the backswing.
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Casting check 9+1=10, success.
Montor makes his Will save.
It's not necessarily the case that someone will know if they have had a spell cast upon them. Montor knows.
Attack on Xoria hits for 7 damage.
Montor is adjacent to Xoria, and I think within movement range of everyone else. He is adjacent to the firepit on the opposite side to Xoria.
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To anyone that Vela's skill at stealthiness was successful in deceiving, the dark-skinned woman seemed to appear from nowhere in a blaze of motion. She rushed Montor's back while he was busy with Xoria and lashed out with a hard kick aimed to strike where his spine curved!
(+7 to hit, assuming flanking with Xoria, and 1d3+4 damage)
(+7 to hit, assuming flanking with Xoria, and 1d3+4 damage)
Xoria scrambles away, taking advantage of the distraction to put distance between herself and the monster before her. Once she has staggered back a few steps, she turns, unleashing a bolt of blue energy on the creature.
OOC:
Eldritch bolt:
Concentration check to cast 7+d20, against DC 15
To-hit: -2 total (+2, standard ranged attack (not a touch attk) -4 for firing into melee)
Damage: 1d6+4
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