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<blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 4057064" data-attributes="member: 16069"><p style="text-align: center">Saga of the Dragon Cult</p> <p style="text-align: center">Interlude 1</p> <p style="text-align: center">Intrigue at the Standing Stones</p> <p style="text-align: center">Scaled for level 3</p><p></p><p>Turn 83: And death shall have no dominion.</p><p></p><p>All of the Gang are caught in the blast- Jim, Bec, Cas, and Newt are scratched and cut by the flying debris, as are the two Barbarian’s still attacking Jim and Anya. Ala however is not so lucky, the largest remnant of the stone lintel swings down and slams into her, sending her sprawling onto the floor- either dead or unconscious.</p><p></p><p>“NOW YOU MUST DIE.” The Half Orc grins, coughs up another slick of blood and marches down the hill towards Cas.</p><p></p><p>Bec and Jim meanwhile fight on, both are scratched and clawed again by the brutal women with Jim once again covered with blood, alas mostly his own, and almost out on his feet, thank Pelor its Bec with him. The Barbarian bursts between the pair, cuts left and more or less decapitates the woman, then right removing the seconds left arm and hewing deep into her torso- both dead.</p><p></p><p>“Thanks Bec. Thank you.” Jim grins, then staggers on forward up the hill.</p><p></p><p>Anya dodges back, sees Ala fallen, grabs the Priestess by her hands and attempts to drag her out from beneath the fallen shattered lintel, Bec sees her struggling, marches back and wrenches the remains of the huge stone free from Ala’s body. Between the two of them they manage to pour a healing draught into the broken Priestess, Ala blinks suddenly awake, opens her eyes fully as the storm continues to rage.</p><p></p><p>Cas is caught again, a horrible rent that rips through the armour on his chest and leaves a bloody trail down the Paladin. He stumbles backwards, the life draining from him, whispers Holy words and healing energies flow back into him, and the wound is as suddenly gone. Cas swings hard, crunches his longsword into his attacker and fells her where she stands- one left, then the Half-Orc.</p><p></p><p>The Half-Orc, the Paladin looks up, he’s approaching fast.</p><p></p><p>FWONG</p><p></p><p>Newt is right on target again, his bolt slices through the creature’s right calf, which brings the hulking brute to a sudden halt.</p><p></p><p>The rain washes over the Half-Orc’s face, washing much of the blood away, it shows no pain, he raises his heavy mace to the sky and screams as the crows continue to call and screech and circle.</p><p></p><p>“TELL THE MASTER. TELL HIM NOW.” He screams, then mutters a single syllable, and points at Cas- a white beam strikes out and bathes the Paladin. Cas fights it, ice in veins, his limbs lead weights, he can feel his whole body shutting down- paralysis grips him.</p><p></p><p>“PELLLLLLOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRR.”</p><p></p><p>He screams, and the spell is vanquished.</p><p></p><p>The crows swirl and flock, dive down to momentarily swathe the Half-Orc, who whispers unheard words to them, and then, as one, take wing again, the black mass heads north, its message to deliver.</p><p></p><p>Torslak, the Half-Orc, looks through the rain at Cas, nods once and continues down the hill.</p><p></p><p>The storm takes a breath; the rain slackens, then as suddenly stops.</p><p></p><p>Jim dodges past Cas, into the last of the Barbarian women, his axe bites deep severing the woman’s left arm completely. Cas nods at the Ranger, but the Barbarian bitch is not done, she fights on slashing again at the Paladin who is forced into an all out defence, but its still not enough- Cas is cut badly, he staggers backwards.</p><p></p><p>Jim swings again, and this time ends it- another hefty axe blow cutting deep into the woman’s back- she sinks to her knees and then falls face first into the dirt.</p><p></p><p>“You’re next.” Jim calls and strides forward with Cas to meet Torslak.</p><p></p><p>THWONG</p><p></p><p>Newt’s bolt fires wide for once.</p><p></p><p>“SurrendCRUNCH”</p><p></p><p>Cas is smashed in the face by the Half-Orc’s heavy mace, its all too much, he tumbles backwards, back down the hill and lies there in a crumpled heap.</p><p></p><p>DM’s Interlude Cas goes from 5 HP to -7 HP in an instant; here goes- polish the dice.</p><p></p><p>“Pelor.” Newt whispers, witness to the bloody scene, Jim gulps once, backs away slightly, trying to spot his shield on the filthy ground- it’s nowhere to be seen.</p><p></p><p>THWAAANG-CRUNCH</p><p></p><p>Newt’s crossbow explodes in a fury sending the Gnome hurtling backwards out of the circle, splinters of metal and wood embedded in his hands and face.</p><p></p><p>Jim weighs his axe in his hands, changes stance, looks for an opening. Behind him Bec comes lumbering forward- the Half-Orc blithely strides on closing fast. </p><p></p><p>Jim swings hard, the Half-Orc is there, blocks the blow easily, it’s all that Jim can do to hold off the warrior for a moment- then Bec arrives.</p><p></p><p>Jim swings again, buoyed by the Barbarian’s presence; he’s blocked agai…</p><p></p><p>CRUNCH.</p><p></p><p>The Ranger sinks to his knees and then falls face forward into the dirt.</p><p></p><p>DMs Interlude Jim hits -3 HP.</p><p></p><p>Bec leaps into the fray, his greatsword locks for a moment with Torslak’s oddly coloured shining heavy mace, the Half-Orc grins as the two giants jostle in the clinch.</p><p></p><p>Newt rights himself, staggers forward, draws his own, somewhat pathetic looking- in comparison, heavy mace and… hovers, not knowing quite what to do.</p><p></p><p>Anya appears out of the darkness, takes in the situation and mutters arcane words- a cloak of black shimmering material sheathes the Half-Orc, Anya’s Scare spell takes effect, actually no effect, Torslak shrugs off the magic and swipes again at Bec. The Barbarian struggles to block the blow, his hands numb with the force of it- Bec has to give ground. A gold pendent- a three fingered hand, flashes into the light on the Half-Orc’s chest.</p><p></p><p>“Get me to Cas”, Ala appears limping very badly, attempting to climb the hill, also very badly- Anya is quickly to her side, supporting the Priestess of Correllon, the pair circle the battle being fought ahead. </p><p></p><p>Bec ducks too late, he’s smashed in the side of the face, teeth and blood shoot out, he slips and slides further down the hill, almost back to the circle of standing stones.</p><p></p><p>The Half-Orc grins some more, and saunters after him.</p><p></p><p>“Soon be over.” Torslak states.</p><p></p><p>DMs Interlude- Bec’s on 4 HP, at last- two of the three warriors are down, the last one standing is almost gone, Anya with only a bunch of crap spells left, Newt… well Newt, and Ala barely conscious and on half-speed. What can go wrong?</p><p></p><p>…</p><p></p><p>…</p><p></p><p>…</p><p></p><p>Bec’s still slipping, sliding backwards in the mud, the Half-Orc following him down, in no hurry- grinning. Eventually the Barbarian comes to rest against one of the standing stones; he braces himself to prevent further progress down the hill.</p><p></p><p>“Any last words?”</p><p></p><p>The Half-Orc draws to a halt and then bites off in broken Common.</p><p></p><p>“Lots of them, lots of them.”</p><p></p><p>Bec mumbles. The Half-Orc shrugs and surges towards him.</p><p></p><p>Bec can’t shift his sword; the guard is caught, wedged between his body and the standing stone.</p><p></p><p>He wrestles to try and get the thing free- it’s stuck fast.</p><p></p><p>There’s nothing for it, he closes his eyes…</p><p></p><p>THUNK-CHHHHHHH</p><p></p><p>Then opens them again. The Half-Orc’s face is only inches from his, close enough to feel the creature’s breath, his last one. Bec looks down, the thing is impaled on the blade of his sword, which hasn’t moved, still stuck- braced against the standing stone. Behind the huge creature are two huge gouges in the mud, the place where it slipped and slid, at great speed, into the aforementioned blade, impaling itself.</p><p></p><p>DMs Interlude- a “1” for the Half-Orc, followed by a Natural ‘20’ for Bec. Life sucks.</p><p></p><p>“Hey Anya.”</p><p></p><p>The Wizard looks over.</p><p></p><p>“I like you”, Bec calls back, and then to fill the silence, “a lot”, the Barbarian grins like an eight year old who’s cottoned on to the fact that he’s eight and can therefore, more-or-less, get away with anything. He winks for good measure.</p><p></p><p>Ala looks over; she’s bent at work on the Paladin.</p><p></p><p>Newt shuffles over into the circle.</p><p></p><p>“What happened to the strong silent type?” He stares at Bec.</p><p>“Done that. Didn’t work.” Bec replies.</p><p>“Are you alright Bec?” Cas sits up as Ala sets to work on Jim.</p><p>“Never felt better boss man. Clear as a bell.” Bec taps the side of his head, then folds his arms and stares at the Paladin.</p><p>Cas nods.</p><p></p><p>And right on queue Jim awakes.</p><p></p><p>Bec is quickly over to him, a hand on his shoulder.</p><p></p><p>“I love you Jim.” He murmurs, “but not like girls”, the Barbarian adds for clarity.</p><p></p><p>Next Turn: The story so far.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Goonalan, post: 4057064, member: 16069"] [CENTER]Saga of the Dragon Cult Interlude 1 Intrigue at the Standing Stones Scaled for level 3[/CENTER] Turn 83: And death shall have no dominion. All of the Gang are caught in the blast- Jim, Bec, Cas, and Newt are scratched and cut by the flying debris, as are the two Barbarian’s still attacking Jim and Anya. Ala however is not so lucky, the largest remnant of the stone lintel swings down and slams into her, sending her sprawling onto the floor- either dead or unconscious. “NOW YOU MUST DIE.” The Half Orc grins, coughs up another slick of blood and marches down the hill towards Cas. Bec and Jim meanwhile fight on, both are scratched and clawed again by the brutal women with Jim once again covered with blood, alas mostly his own, and almost out on his feet, thank Pelor its Bec with him. The Barbarian bursts between the pair, cuts left and more or less decapitates the woman, then right removing the seconds left arm and hewing deep into her torso- both dead. “Thanks Bec. Thank you.” Jim grins, then staggers on forward up the hill. Anya dodges back, sees Ala fallen, grabs the Priestess by her hands and attempts to drag her out from beneath the fallen shattered lintel, Bec sees her struggling, marches back and wrenches the remains of the huge stone free from Ala’s body. Between the two of them they manage to pour a healing draught into the broken Priestess, Ala blinks suddenly awake, opens her eyes fully as the storm continues to rage. Cas is caught again, a horrible rent that rips through the armour on his chest and leaves a bloody trail down the Paladin. He stumbles backwards, the life draining from him, whispers Holy words and healing energies flow back into him, and the wound is as suddenly gone. Cas swings hard, crunches his longsword into his attacker and fells her where she stands- one left, then the Half-Orc. The Half-Orc, the Paladin looks up, he’s approaching fast. FWONG Newt is right on target again, his bolt slices through the creature’s right calf, which brings the hulking brute to a sudden halt. The rain washes over the Half-Orc’s face, washing much of the blood away, it shows no pain, he raises his heavy mace to the sky and screams as the crows continue to call and screech and circle. “TELL THE MASTER. TELL HIM NOW.” He screams, then mutters a single syllable, and points at Cas- a white beam strikes out and bathes the Paladin. Cas fights it, ice in veins, his limbs lead weights, he can feel his whole body shutting down- paralysis grips him. “PELLLLLLOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRR.” He screams, and the spell is vanquished. The crows swirl and flock, dive down to momentarily swathe the Half-Orc, who whispers unheard words to them, and then, as one, take wing again, the black mass heads north, its message to deliver. Torslak, the Half-Orc, looks through the rain at Cas, nods once and continues down the hill. The storm takes a breath; the rain slackens, then as suddenly stops. Jim dodges past Cas, into the last of the Barbarian women, his axe bites deep severing the woman’s left arm completely. Cas nods at the Ranger, but the Barbarian bitch is not done, she fights on slashing again at the Paladin who is forced into an all out defence, but its still not enough- Cas is cut badly, he staggers backwards. Jim swings again, and this time ends it- another hefty axe blow cutting deep into the woman’s back- she sinks to her knees and then falls face first into the dirt. “You’re next.” Jim calls and strides forward with Cas to meet Torslak. THWONG Newt’s bolt fires wide for once. “SurrendCRUNCH” Cas is smashed in the face by the Half-Orc’s heavy mace, its all too much, he tumbles backwards, back down the hill and lies there in a crumpled heap. DM’s Interlude Cas goes from 5 HP to -7 HP in an instant; here goes- polish the dice. “Pelor.” Newt whispers, witness to the bloody scene, Jim gulps once, backs away slightly, trying to spot his shield on the filthy ground- it’s nowhere to be seen. THWAAANG-CRUNCH Newt’s crossbow explodes in a fury sending the Gnome hurtling backwards out of the circle, splinters of metal and wood embedded in his hands and face. Jim weighs his axe in his hands, changes stance, looks for an opening. Behind him Bec comes lumbering forward- the Half-Orc blithely strides on closing fast. Jim swings hard, the Half-Orc is there, blocks the blow easily, it’s all that Jim can do to hold off the warrior for a moment- then Bec arrives. Jim swings again, buoyed by the Barbarian’s presence; he’s blocked agai… CRUNCH. The Ranger sinks to his knees and then falls face forward into the dirt. DMs Interlude Jim hits -3 HP. Bec leaps into the fray, his greatsword locks for a moment with Torslak’s oddly coloured shining heavy mace, the Half-Orc grins as the two giants jostle in the clinch. Newt rights himself, staggers forward, draws his own, somewhat pathetic looking- in comparison, heavy mace and… hovers, not knowing quite what to do. Anya appears out of the darkness, takes in the situation and mutters arcane words- a cloak of black shimmering material sheathes the Half-Orc, Anya’s Scare spell takes effect, actually no effect, Torslak shrugs off the magic and swipes again at Bec. The Barbarian struggles to block the blow, his hands numb with the force of it- Bec has to give ground. A gold pendent- a three fingered hand, flashes into the light on the Half-Orc’s chest. “Get me to Cas”, Ala appears limping very badly, attempting to climb the hill, also very badly- Anya is quickly to her side, supporting the Priestess of Correllon, the pair circle the battle being fought ahead. Bec ducks too late, he’s smashed in the side of the face, teeth and blood shoot out, he slips and slides further down the hill, almost back to the circle of standing stones. The Half-Orc grins some more, and saunters after him. “Soon be over.” Torslak states. DMs Interlude- Bec’s on 4 HP, at last- two of the three warriors are down, the last one standing is almost gone, Anya with only a bunch of crap spells left, Newt… well Newt, and Ala barely conscious and on half-speed. What can go wrong? … … … Bec’s still slipping, sliding backwards in the mud, the Half-Orc following him down, in no hurry- grinning. Eventually the Barbarian comes to rest against one of the standing stones; he braces himself to prevent further progress down the hill. “Any last words?” The Half-Orc draws to a halt and then bites off in broken Common. “Lots of them, lots of them.” Bec mumbles. The Half-Orc shrugs and surges towards him. Bec can’t shift his sword; the guard is caught, wedged between his body and the standing stone. He wrestles to try and get the thing free- it’s stuck fast. There’s nothing for it, he closes his eyes… THUNK-CHHHHHHH Then opens them again. The Half-Orc’s face is only inches from his, close enough to feel the creature’s breath, his last one. Bec looks down, the thing is impaled on the blade of his sword, which hasn’t moved, still stuck- braced against the standing stone. Behind the huge creature are two huge gouges in the mud, the place where it slipped and slid, at great speed, into the aforementioned blade, impaling itself. DMs Interlude- a “1” for the Half-Orc, followed by a Natural ‘20’ for Bec. Life sucks. “Hey Anya.” The Wizard looks over. “I like you”, Bec calls back, and then to fill the silence, “a lot”, the Barbarian grins like an eight year old who’s cottoned on to the fact that he’s eight and can therefore, more-or-less, get away with anything. He winks for good measure. Ala looks over; she’s bent at work on the Paladin. Newt shuffles over into the circle. “What happened to the strong silent type?” He stares at Bec. “Done that. Didn’t work.” Bec replies. “Are you alright Bec?” Cas sits up as Ala sets to work on Jim. “Never felt better boss man. Clear as a bell.” Bec taps the side of his head, then folds his arms and stares at the Paladin. Cas nods. And right on queue Jim awakes. Bec is quickly over to him, a hand on his shoulder. “I love you Jim.” He murmurs, “but not like girls”, the Barbarian adds for clarity. Next Turn: The story so far. [/QUOTE]
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