DralonXitz
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The moment the cloaked figure comes into view, the Warforged grips his Greataxe, and with much ferocity slashes it full force into the mysterious enemies body, thundering down as he swings.
Tavern Tales Chapter #1: The Forgotten Forge
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Ashy
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OOC: I'd like to see the corpse on the map as well, please. Also, since I did not state otherwise, I'll go with my non-adventuring spell list, to be fair.
As the rain continues to spatter all around her, splashing red-tinged wanter upon her lilly-white skin, Snow-in-Dusk growls in frustration, more at the battle-prone actions of the warforged than anything else. The shifter yells, trying to lift her voice above the sounds of the storm, "By Canis' Hide, Hammer! Don't ya know how to use yer voice, or is yer mind wired directly to that axe?" She then looks past the attacking warforged, and calls to the stranger. "If ye be foul, prepare to perish; if ye be fair, then speak now to save yerself!"
Without taking her eyes from the stranger, Snow-in-Dusk whispers a prayer to herself: 'Traveler, I beseech ye to part the folds of shadow for your humble servant and let the light of your wisdom pierce the gloom that pervades o'er this situation...'
OOC: Cast light
As the rain continues to spatter all around her, splashing red-tinged wanter upon her lilly-white skin, Snow-in-Dusk growls in frustration, more at the battle-prone actions of the warforged than anything else. The shifter yells, trying to lift her voice above the sounds of the storm, "By Canis' Hide, Hammer! Don't ya know how to use yer voice, or is yer mind wired directly to that axe?" She then looks past the attacking warforged, and calls to the stranger. "If ye be foul, prepare to perish; if ye be fair, then speak now to save yerself!"
Without taking her eyes from the stranger, Snow-in-Dusk whispers a prayer to herself: 'Traveler, I beseech ye to part the folds of shadow for your humble servant and let the light of your wisdom pierce the gloom that pervades o'er this situation...'
OOC: Cast light
Macbeth
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Roger pulls a small crossbow from seemingly out of nowhere. Holding the crossbow in one hand he levels it at the mysterious creature. "And who the hell would you be?" he says while staynig focused on the creature. If this is the way the shifter wants to play it, I'll play along. But the second that thing attacks, he's getting a bolt to the face.
OOC: Draw a weapon and wait for the proverbial crud to hit the fan.
OOC: Draw a weapon and wait for the proverbial crud to hit the fan.
Hammer's axe blade swings with great speed into the folds of the stranger's cloak, breaking past the metallic exterior of the torso hidden within. The figure makes no obvious sound of pain.
Starting with a few crackles, the pool of darkness that had existed between the skybridges everburning torches retreats from the effect of Snow's prayer. The force of Hammer's blow pushed the stranger back slightly, allowing its cloak to fall back to reveal plating very much like Hammer's. It's "face" is similarly covered, with only two glowing indentations to indicate eyes. With a voice that is at once both feminine and cold it addresses Hammer, "Flesh lover!" before its eyes erupt into bright red embers and it brings its hand up out of its cover to reveal a battleaxe. The downward strick is swift, but slightly off center, managing to only scrape Hammer's metal 'skin' to no real effect.
Roger duly fires off the bolt from the one handed crossbow, the head of the projectile striking the creature in the neck, though as oppossed to metal, the sound of wood breaking comes more to mind.
Initiative: Litlow, Hammer, Snow, Stranger, Roger. Litlow is up.
Starting with a few crackles, the pool of darkness that had existed between the skybridges everburning torches retreats from the effect of Snow's prayer. The force of Hammer's blow pushed the stranger back slightly, allowing its cloak to fall back to reveal plating very much like Hammer's. It's "face" is similarly covered, with only two glowing indentations to indicate eyes. With a voice that is at once both feminine and cold it addresses Hammer, "Flesh lover!" before its eyes erupt into bright red embers and it brings its hand up out of its cover to reveal a battleaxe. The downward strick is swift, but slightly off center, managing to only scrape Hammer's metal 'skin' to no real effect.
Roger duly fires off the bolt from the one handed crossbow, the head of the projectile striking the creature in the neck, though as oppossed to metal, the sound of wood breaking comes more to mind.
Initiative: Litlow, Hammer, Snow, Stranger, Roger. Litlow is up.
Litlow looks over Hammer to check for injuries. Seeing none, he positions himself behind the uninvited guest. Since it is obvious that she is a warforged. "I hate to do this but you leave me no alternative." Casting defensively Inflict Damage on her. "I hope this works..."
OOC: Move me behind her and cast defensively, Inflict Light Damage.
OOC: Move me behind her and cast defensively, Inflict Light Damage.
shouit said:
As the gnome's little hands touches the warforged's leg, it's mithril plating begins to heat, then melt, climaxing in a sharp flash of red light from the large gouge left by Hammer's axe. For a moment there after, the warforged remains still, small trails of smoke wafting from beneath her cloak, offset by the falling rain. She then keels forward to the skybridge floor, at Hammer's feet. Something small can be heard still twitching and seen moving under the Warforged cloak. It suddenly shoots up to reveal itself a small mechanical device, shaped like an amulet, with gears exposed and rapidly flapping leathery wings. It hovers like a hummingbird for but a split second before shooting out over the skybridge, disappearing into the darkness of Sharn's skyskapes.
From off in the distance, apparently in response to the noise of the brief battle, you hear shouts: "Hey stop that!!" "Call the Watch!!" a "Murder!!" and the like.
The old man's body remains on the bridge surface, still dead and not yet thoroughly examined.
Macbeth
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"Dol Arrah's breasts! We've been set up!" Might as well try to make it clear we weren't the ones who did it. And no sense getting Roger mixed up in this...
The man you had thought of Roger seems to shift, his facial appearence changing. This is no longer the Roger you met, but some face in the crowd, still human, but with no features that really stand out. Some of you might recognize it as a shifter's gift to change appearence.
"I'll explain later, if I have to, but my name's not Roger. Call me Reg." Reg then bends down to examin the body, trying to make it obvious that he is examining the scene. When the gaurd shows up he'll welcome them: "Thank the flame you're here, constable! We just found this body, then we were attacked... I think I can figure out what happened..."
OOC: Shifting to a generic human form. Not assuming Reg's natural form, just changing to a human form other then Roger's. Then trying to investigate until the cops arrive.
The man you had thought of Roger seems to shift, his facial appearence changing. This is no longer the Roger you met, but some face in the crowd, still human, but with no features that really stand out. Some of you might recognize it as a shifter's gift to change appearence.
"I'll explain later, if I have to, but my name's not Roger. Call me Reg." Reg then bends down to examin the body, trying to make it obvious that he is examining the scene. When the gaurd shows up he'll welcome them: "Thank the flame you're here, constable! We just found this body, then we were attacked... I think I can figure out what happened..."
OOC: Shifting to a generic human form. Not assuming Reg's natural form, just changing to a human form other then Roger's. Then trying to investigate until the cops arrive.
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