No Man's Land (IC)

[Darimaus]

Morrigan and his companion search for their opponent, but in the end their efforts were in vain. All they manage to locate is a scrap of paper tacked to a tree marked with the words "Be seeing ya".


The three adenturers in Hail are marched smartly down the sliver roads. They notice that some of the houses seem to have silver doors and window bars. Wether or not this seemed odd to the adventurers, they did note one interesting occurance on their travel through the city. A woman wrapped in tattered scraps attempted to cross the silver streets, and as she did so smoke billowed out from under her feet. She made it to the otherside, but collapsed in a twitching heap as the group passed by. They eventually reach a gigantic castle, completely crafted out of silver. The gate opens to allow them entry, and they see that the theme carries on into the inside of the massive structure. They are lead into a throne room, where they were greeted by the King of Hail.

"Ah, the travellers from our religious friends from the north. I bid you all welcome. Is there anything I can offer you? Food? Lodgings? My home is your home, as they say."


The travellers on the boat continue their conversation with the old man as the ship makes its way to the island. It arrives at its destination, a modest little port with a single house on a hillside. The group has never been so happy to see land.

"There you are, my newfound friends. Land Ho!. You will find that we are at the Northwest of the Island. Below us is a grand mountain range protected by the nicest group of Nomadic Barbarians. To the East of us... well I wouln't really suggest you venture into that area. Now if you'll excuse me, its time for my midday nap. I'm not as energetic as you youngsters."

 

[Bloodweaver1]

Obsidian & Granite

The volcanic stones that litter the ground turn into small clouds of dark ash as he moves his feet in a small circle around the formidable Daemon Queen. Granite spins loosely, hungry in his metallic grip. Its thirst for her blood is greater than a desert’s craving for the rain. For each action, there is an equal and opposite re-action. Is her existence the re-action to his, or was he brought here to bring an end to hers.

There is a certain level of decisiveness within his steps. When suddenly and without warning he hurls his body into action and within a blink of an eye closes the distance between him and his adversary.

OOC:
Full Round Action: Charge Attack: +46, Damage: 3d8+3d6+34 (+2d6 Holy, +1d6 vs Outsiders)
Immediate Action: Use one charge (last one) from his Skirmisher Boots to get another melee attack. Attack: +46, Damage: 3d8+3d6+34 (+2d6 Holy, +1d6 vs Outsiders)
Free Action: Intimidating Rage: +23 Intimidate roll, failed = Shaken

Current effects: HP: 225/359, AC: 24, DR 7/Adam, Immunities: Critical Hits, All mind affects from spells and abilities (good & bad), Non-lethal Damage, death & necromancy effects, ability drain & damage, energy drain, poison, sleep effects, paralysis, disease, nausea, fatigue, exhaustion, sickened, healing sub-school, and transmutations

 

[Darimaus]

OOC:Since you haven't posted any rolls, I'm going to assume that you wanted me to roll for you. I've posted the links to the rolls as well. (If thats not the case, feel free to correct me btw)

Attack Rolls

One hit

Damage Roll

44 damage (After DR)

Obsidian charges once more, lunging at his strange foe, who sidesteps easily, but catches her off guard as he switches to a horizontal slash, Slamming the powerful waepon into chest. She continues laughing wickedly as she backs away from the enraged construct and waits 40 feet away from him. (OOC: Your turn again)

*Edit: I forgot the Holy damage, I added another 11 damage dealt (I didn't bother to post this roll since its less significant, and I'm lazy )

 

[Bloodweaver1]

Obsidian & Granite

He ignores her taunts. Instead he lets his combat prowlness do all of his talking. Churning his feat, he lunges at her again. This time, instead of gaining an additional attack he uses his energies from his amulet in hoping to by pass some of her defenses.

OOC:
Full Attack Action: Charge, Attack: +46, Damage: 3d8+3d6+34 (+2d6 Holy, +1d6 vs Outsiders)
Immediate Action: Use one charge from his Amulet to make his Charge attack a melee touch attack.

Current effects: HP: 257/359, AC: 24, DR 7/Adam, Immunities: Critical Hits, All mind affects from spells and abilities (good & bad), Non-lethal Damage, death & necromancy effects, ability drain & damage, energy drain, poison, sleep effects, paralysis, disease, nausea, fatigue, exhaustion, sickened, healing sub-school, and transmutations

 

[Voidrazor]

OOC - During the trip, Lowryllyth makes a point of shaking hands with everyone aboard, so as to be able to contact them later if they get split up. How long does the voyage take?

 

[Unkabear]

Grift put away his crossbow & flew down to the soldiers and fell in line though he still refrained from touching the ground. When he was brought before the King of Hail Grift decided to keep his mouth closed unless things began to go south. But still Grift remained vigilant in listening to the king to ensure that the words that he spoke were the words that he meant.

(ooc Sense motive 44 http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1017976)

 

[Brother Allard]

"Be seeing ya".

Morrigan crumples the note and flings it to the ground with a curse. "You'd better hope not," he mutters. "Now that I know your trick, you're nothing but meat."

He shifts back to his customary form, but not after laying on the avoral's hands to heal the remainder of the subdual damage. He grabs Taibhse, casts Shadow Walk, and continues toward Thrall.

 

[Jemal]

Whin nods his head to the guards as they show him to the king, and greets the King himself with a bow.. But not one of supplication, a couteous one showing respect and equality.
"greetings, fair king. We need neither of those things, though If I may be permitted to ask of you a few questions?"
Assuming the King agrees, Whin smiles and clears his throat. "Thank you, sire. As you have surmissed, we are members of the God's Chosen, called forth to your island. I am getting the feeling, however, that not all of you WANT us or think we are needed. I was wondering if you could enlighten us as to why that is? One would think that with all these things going on you would welcome aid, even if it is from outsiders... Unless you think we pose a threat to your current way of life?"
*After he's received a response, and if the king seems to be willing to talk more*
"Hmm, I see. I was wondering, then, if you could also grace us with some information? We know little of your kingdom, or indeed anything on this island. Particularily I am interested in your opinions on these disciples, the undead that I have heard are terrorizing another country, and a man known as "Aelim", who was last known to be in your country."

 

[Rino]

The travellers on the boat continue their conversation with the old man as the ship makes its way to the island. It arrives at its destination, a modest little port with a single house on a hillside. The group has never been so happy to see land.

"There you are, my newfound friends. Land Ho!. You will find that we are at the Northwest of the Island. Below us is a grand mountain range protected by the nicest group of Nomadic Barbarians. To the East of us... well I wouln't really suggest you venture into that area. Now if you'll excuse me, its time for my midday nap. I'm not as energetic as you youngsters."

Eoin exits the boat and walks to the nearest three
an elf has got to do what and elf's got to do
he takes a look around to see if there is anyone there
[sblock=rolls]
spot 27 (http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1018660)
listen 30 (http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1018659)[/sblock]

 

[Darimaus]

Obsidian continues his onslaught against his foe, crashing his axe once more into here. However, after this onslaught, he looks down to see a tentacle wrapped around his foot. With a swift and powerful yank, the woman drops the construct to his back. She follows up with a wicked lash to the leg as she releases her grip (OOC: Dealing 33 more damage to Obsidian). Her Illithid face dissolves to once more reveal her human features. She then casualy strolls over to her downed victim, who tries to catch her off guard with his axe. The effort is in vain however as she dances around the attack and looks down at the construct with a vile look of cruelty.

"Oh, you seem to have fallen down! Here, let me help you..."

She brings her knee down onto Obsidian's face, and once again breaks into laughter. (OOC: Another 32 points of damage)


"Why, thats obsurd! We all welcome the coming of our saviors from overseas. While we may not follow the religous faith, we are all certainly working towards the same goal."

"Alas, we here at Hail have much of our own worries to deal with. Thoughts of those disciples or the undead hordes merely darken our moods. We try not to think about them. As for the one you call Aelim, alas, he has left our borders a long time ago, heading South into the Almentra. We have not heard news of him since."

OOC: He is lying though his teeth.


OOC: Voidrazer: the trip took about a day and a half.


OOC: Avalon®: I'm sorry its taking so long for your section. I'm still hoping to get a post from moritheil. As for your spellcraft check, I'm not going to give you any specifics, though I will grant you the name of the attack, Mind Blast.


Eoin takes a look around but discovers that this area is in fact, very secluded. In the distance, he can spot the mountain range the old man spoke of.


Morgan continue in his quest towards Thrall. He keeps going, and finds that he has no clue where he is or where he is going. (OOC: I just have to mention this. You may want to rethink the Shadow Walk here. I can't go on until you tell me all the details, because you can't tell what kind of terrain you're going though, how far you've travelled or even where you're endpoint is going to be. For someone who hasn't even obtained a map of the island, you'll be lucky you won't end up in the ocean, much less anywhere near Thrall.)