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sarruth's request(game thread)

Grendle

Been out ill with pneumonia. Back now. :D

Summarizing below... not much detail or rp, heh. Got a lot to do after being out for a week *shrugs*


Grendle wastes another hour and a half or so cruising the city before returning to the office.
 

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[sblock=OOC]Um... has everyone essentially decided to sleep? Is there anything left that people want to do?

I guess we're waiting on Ink...

Should we just assume the night passes peacefully and move on?[/sblock]
 



[SBLOCK=OOC]pneumonia eh? I've got a warning for you guys: I'll be away for 3~4 weeks starting in 5 days, and won't be on very often until then, sorry! In case anyone cares, I'm heading off to kyuushu :) [/SBLOCK]

During the night, endeca wakes suddenly to the pain of two cold, clammy fists slamming into her back. To your horror, you feel something intangible-yet terribly important- leave your body. The figure standing before you is shrouded in the darkness of the room, but you can clearly see a human form, or what remains of it. It is a lanky, yet incredibly strong creature, its bones visible in some parts where the terrible stench and dessicated flesh hangs off it. It wears nothing but rags and a predatory, feral grin, and it has taken from you a part of your life force.

[SBLOCK=damage]endeca takes two damage. Make a fort save, DC 14.[/SBLOCK]
 


[Sblock=OOC]Maaaaaaaaaaaaaybe.

Fortitude Save = 9

Assuming I'm not paralyzed or slain outright (and if that was the save against permanent level loss, a whole day early, I will slay you through the internet), here is my action.[/sblock]

Endeca gasps as she is hit, her eyes widening in surprise, and then narrowing in rage. How dare this thing attack her!

"Norvori, Galtivaina, BACKTOR!"

The last word is let loose as a great yell, blasting the creature with its sheer sonic force. The walls and floors, not to mention the various glass containers in the room, may not fare so well.


[sblock=OOC] Damage on the Shout (fort half) to whatever the hell it is 16 . The damage to the rest of the room is 43, though they get hardness.

This'll wake the party up :D[/sblock]
 

[SBLOCK=endeca]actually, it's a negative level, not permanent. I'm a nice guy, so I gave you a fort save to ignore it entirely, and a save to remove it later on.:)[/SBLOCK]

As the tremendous shout reverberates throughout the room, glass shatters, wood splinters and plaster flakes as something approaching the entire room cascades all around you and your opponent. Though numrous cuts and bruises now mark its body, it does not seem to care as it raises its fists again and hisses out two words "too late". Again the terrible fists slam into her, and again it saps her life force. As it does this, its wounds seem to heal, infusing its foul life with endeca's own.

[SBLOCK]4 damage. make another fort save, DC 14. The others will arrive in 2 rounds, without armor.[/SBLOCK]
 

[sblock=OOC] New save is 10. Damn, this is gonna hurt later.[/sblock]

Endeca yells in pain as the fists slam into her, backing away from her foe. Seething with battle-fury, she opens her palms wide. Electricity gathers in both of the mage's hands, crackling blue, red, and every other color.

"You've SERIOUSLY made me ANGRY, fool! CHADOANTIMENTA!"

She slams her hands together, and the lightning surges out.


[sblock]My round: 5 foot step back as a free action.
Cast my Sculpted Lightning Bolt as a standard action for 27 electricity damage, centered on me.
Pray the thing dies as another free action.
Pick up one of my jars of Alchemist's fire, kept near my bed and out of Shout area (like the rest of the possesions on my sheet) as my move action[/sblock]
 

The multicoloured lightning hisses and crackles around the room, burning far too much of her room than most would be comfortable with. Urgent knocking and babbling sounds from behind the door as the people outside begin to get nervous. When the smoke finally clears (out the window, as if things could be any less discreet), the thing, to your horror, stands. Smoke comes off from its scorched flesh, filling the room with a nauseating stench. It hisses at her again through clenched teeth, most of which are visible through its burned face. "You are the fool here, endeca, if you cannot guess my mistress. Mem has sent me here, you should never have interfered with Es, but it is too late now."

Again it raises its fists, and with terrible efficiency, misses.
 

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