Long Live the Queen (all groups) [Boddynock judging] Completed

[Wik]

Possum takes the hand, and smiles widely. "I am pleased to meet you. I suppose you could say that I practice the divine... I really just follow Uncle Spider, and use what gifts he has given me. It is nice to know that Halina will look after us, as well - we have the eyes of two benevolent beings upon us."

The halfling, with her strawberry blond hair pulled back in a pony tail, rubs her nose (the only part of her face that is browned from sun exposure; the rest of her skin is relatively fair, although it too has seen a fair amount of sun. Freckles stand out on her cheeks) awkwardly. "It occurs to me that, should we be beset upon by many ants, that we could be in for some trouble. I am hoping Jamilee is quite skilled with his blade!"

"as for the rest of us... I believe we need to be aware of each other's abilities. Really, though, we should all assign roles for ourselves."

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So, I'm thinking we should post our stats for our group, here. Possum is a 1st level halfling cleric of Mongrel. She's got a decent spot and listen score, but she's no rogue. She can hide pretty well, too (not that ants really care). Her domains are Travel and Trickery, so she should be able to move about fairly quickly on the battlefield.
I was thinking Landers could function as a pre-fight buffer, and then work on the front ling along with Jamilee, while Nura could act as our Artillery. In this case, Possum would function as mobile healer. But we could do it the other way, with Lander acting in the back row, and Possum fighting defensively against any ants we came across.
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[Robichaud]

Jamilee grins broadly at Landers; it's one of the rare few grins of hers that actually looks sort of friendly. "Ah, someone else was paying attention at the roll call, too. I'm Jamilee, yes. I'm also not half bad when it comes to stabbing people with this." She pats the hilt of the rapier slung across her back.

"as for the rest of us... I believe we need to be aware of each other's abilities. Really, though, we should all assign roles for ourselves."

"I'll gladly take point, especially if I've someone fighting beside me and an able healer behind my back," she rasps out. Then indicates Nura. "Can't have too much magical aid in reserve either, hah. Though a lot will depend on just what we're fighting, and where, and how many there are, and mh.. speaking of that.."

She turns towards Hans' seat, and raises her voice some. "Haaans!", she screeches out loud.

(Random patrons might startle and flinch, rub at their ears, or unconsciously check their glasses for newly sprung cracks. Little children cry. Somewhere off in the distance, a dog starts barking.)

Somewhat taken aback by the sheer inner-ear-destroying unpleasantness of her own shout, and the fact that it's likely drawn the attention of everyone in the room capable of hearing sound, Jamilee continues with lower volume. "..Hans. I was wondering about what you'll have us face. Giant ants, yes. But how many? How large are they? Dog-sized, pony-sized, big as a horse, or big as a house? Can they bite a man plain in two, or do they need to worry him to death..?" Sidelong glance at Jallembo. "..is their hide actually thick and hard as stone, and do they perhaps spit acid, kill with their gazes, or shoot lightning out their backsides?" She pulls her ruined mouth into something approaching a smirk as she finishes up. "Lot of questions. Some stupid, maybe. But, hah. We need to know."

[sblock=OOC, for the team.]There's a link to Jamilee's sheet and description in my signature. She's a finesse fighter with very decent AC, if no particularly high damage output. Still, no problems taking front row - if nothing else, she should be able to dodge or absorb incoming attacks well enough. I concur with the way Wik figures we should divide party roles; it's simple and straightforward enough.[/sblock]

 

[Dargon]

OOC sorry about the waiting time but life has been busy the last few days and will be the next few days.

when the group is gathered "I am Nura. Nice to meet you all, and I do belive we can pull this off."

And good day to you as well, Nura. A spellcaster did you say? Landers asks. Well I'm sure your skills will be very useful on our quest.

"I do hope so. Sadly the ants wont be harmed by my mind magic but i do think i can pull off a trick or two.
I will go for the xbow most of the time, if there is a collony of ants i might have to save the magic for when it is really needed. anyway i will keep some light spell at hand."

 

[thegreyman]

Dorrin turns back from facing where Jamilee just yelled. "Well, at least one of us doesn't need to worry about getting lost in the caverns. With a voice like that, we will be able to hear her on the other side of the mountain!"

...so Dorrin wadda i bet we squish 30 ants...

Dorrin looks back to Quint, "30 might be high, but I'd say we will get the most of the three groups."

He turns to face the other two groups growing. "Would anyone like to make a side bet on which group kills the most giant ants? Nothing too serious, but at least something extra to keep things interesting..."

 

[B4cchus]

She turns towards Hans' seat, and raises her voice some. "Haaans!", she screeches out loud.

Hans almost chokes and spews out the drink he was just about to swallow in a small fountain over the table. He tries to catch his breath as he coughs up the remainder of the drink that didn't quite mnake it either uip or down his throat. After a few deep breaths he turns to Jamilee: "Woman! Easy on the ears please! I sure hope those ants don't have ears or we might be getting trouble with some local druid for being cruel to the poor things."

"..Hans. I was wondering about what you'll have us face. Giant ants, yes. But how many? How large are they? Dog-sized, pony-sized, big as a horse, or big as a house? Can they bite a man plain in two, or do they need to worry him to death..?" Sidelong glance at Jallembo. "..is their hide actually thick and hard as stone, and do they perhaps spit acid, kill with their gazes, or shoot lightning out their backsides?" She pulls her ruined mouth into something approaching a smirk as she finishes up. "Lot of questions. Some stupid, maybe. But, hah. We need to know."

"The ants. well. Hmm. I only have second hand information on the critters. You see. They were spotted by a party of inspectors. The usually deal with smaller threats that inhabit an abondoned mine but they choose not to engage these critters. No telling how many there are exactly. I've been told they're about the size of a full grown wolf. The queen might be bigger but who knows? As for as the lightning pooping, acid spitting, dissecting mandibles or granite skin and whatnot... I've been led to believe these are no magical monster that prey from the underdark but again, they haven't been engaged so we really don't know for sure. Giant ants have been spotted before in an abandoned mine and they didn't petrify anybody upon sight or shoot death rays form thier eyes. I think a few good swings with a solid piece of metal should be enough to send these criters to the next world."

 

[Robichaud]

Jamilee frowns just a tad, and taps her cheek in thought. "The size of wolves, hnh. That makes it easy for them to swarm us, if we're not careful." She then brightens up. "But, on the other hand, I am careful. Thanks, Hans. Better send for that druid in advance, 'cause deafness will be the least of these ants' problems."

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Wha'? Me with this lad? Curses!" the dwarf says to Hans. Then he turns tu Munchin "Well, ye' better be more skilled in combat than in a tavern"

 

[KriticalFailure]

A slight knock on Munchin's door rouses him. A voice soon follows, explaining the inturruption of the rest, "Your employer has sent me to fetch you, he seems to be holding a meeting." As the Monk listnened to the recceding footfalls he stretches slowly, making sure to extend his muscles as far as possible. You never know what can happen, and I must be prepared. Thinks the man as he goes into a series of acrobatic twists, ending up crouching on top of his left leg while his right was extended fully to his right. He paused in that stance for a few minutes, calming his heart rate and catching his breath. He stands, having completed his stretching routine, and walks to the door and exits his room.

Upon entering the bar, Munchin hears the call of the fiery yellow haired dwarf whom he had spilled the booze on the other day. Grimacing slightly at the dwarf's call he strides toward him. Now what was his name...krinder..or kennendor...hmm the Monk thinks to himself as he takes a seat next to his new "friend" "Ah, my good dwarf it was an accident that I do not plan on replicating. Please, accept a drink on my behalf as an apology." The monk says to the dwarf as he offers him the Clay Jug, uncorking it. After the teams were announced Munchin suffered another justified assult from the dwarf, which he shrugged off thinking to himself I may have more time to patch things up than I originally thought. This is either going to be really good or really really bad..I pray for the former. "I assure you that I am quite capable of holding my own in times of need. I feel it would be better if we settled out differences now though. So, what say you. Are we even for now?"

 

[Amaury]

Jallembo nods to Quintaine, Saithnar and Dorrin as they introduce themselves.

He says: "Good to meet you.. If we are to win this bet we ought to get
equiped.. I believe fire should be considered.. what do you say?"

 

[Voda Vosa]

Krindorf finished his drink and replied "If ya get me another drink! Ahaha"