The Reconquista: Part I (Shadows over Istivin)
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Bloodweaver1
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Anastasia Winterheart
Anastsia follows her compainions as they make their way down the merky hallway. Her sword and her faith at the ready.
Anastsia follows her compainions as they make their way down the merky hallway. Her sword and her faith at the ready.
James Heard
Explorer
Eshanna looks towards Mavic for guidance or insight, but finds him intent only upon following their companions and discovering the source of the disturbance.
J. Alexander
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George
George will continue with the party, bow at the ready in order to support the group should it be attacked again.
George will continue with the party, bow at the ready in order to support the group should it be attacked again.
Branding Opportunity
Explorer
The group carefully threads its way through the short corridor into a much-larger room beyond. The smell of decaying flesh is now obvious to you all, and the low moaning you have been hearing for the past few minutes only gets louder.
The large room you enter can only have been used for one purpose. Implements of torture are spaced about the interior of this chamber. They appear well-used, if poorly cleaned. Most are spotted with old blood stains. Many of them still contain victims: a contorted body lashed to a rack here, a slumped over victim in a spiked cage there. The bodies fill the place with an unpleasant, cloying stink that seems a bit stronger than even the presence of so much death could account for.
As you enter the room the pitiful moaning stops, and an enormous, nearly 10 foot tall bipedal creature steps out from behind a rack. Dark gray in color, it looks like a massive, roughly humanoid toad with arms in place of forelegs. Its wide mouth has rows of blunt, powerful teeth, and long spines run down the length of its back. It is holding a severed human arm its left hand, and judging from the fact that it is chewing, seems to have just taken a bite from it.
Foul, red-tinged saliva spills from its mouth, the stench nearly overpowering your senses. As its onyx eyes swivel towards the group, each of you hears words spoken in your head. Words spoken in your mother tongue, but suffused with a foulness not of this world.
"Reukalar is so glad you finally found him," it rasps. "He was getting so lonely and he worried that the Black Ones would turn you into one of them. And they are nothing but thought and shadow, not as tasty as you. The master said Reukalar could finish you all off, and so he hopes to, yes he does."
The creature grins horribly.
Latalya, Mavic:[sblock]OOC: The creature before you is obviously a demon, specifically a male hezrou. You have never encountered such a being before, but their kind is well-described in the Hiram Owting's "A Journey to the Black Realms". If you remember correctly most demons are particularly susceptible to weapons infused by good powers. Latalya also recollects that when angered these tanar'ri are powerful melee combatants who give off a nauseating stench when they are angered.[/sblock]
OOC: No one has initiated combat at this time. Every square on the map below represents 10 feet. You entered through the northern corridor.
The large room you enter can only have been used for one purpose. Implements of torture are spaced about the interior of this chamber. They appear well-used, if poorly cleaned. Most are spotted with old blood stains. Many of them still contain victims: a contorted body lashed to a rack here, a slumped over victim in a spiked cage there. The bodies fill the place with an unpleasant, cloying stink that seems a bit stronger than even the presence of so much death could account for.
As you enter the room the pitiful moaning stops, and an enormous, nearly 10 foot tall bipedal creature steps out from behind a rack. Dark gray in color, it looks like a massive, roughly humanoid toad with arms in place of forelegs. Its wide mouth has rows of blunt, powerful teeth, and long spines run down the length of its back. It is holding a severed human arm its left hand, and judging from the fact that it is chewing, seems to have just taken a bite from it.
Foul, red-tinged saliva spills from its mouth, the stench nearly overpowering your senses. As its onyx eyes swivel towards the group, each of you hears words spoken in your head. Words spoken in your mother tongue, but suffused with a foulness not of this world.
"Reukalar is so glad you finally found him," it rasps. "He was getting so lonely and he worried that the Black Ones would turn you into one of them. And they are nothing but thought and shadow, not as tasty as you. The master said Reukalar could finish you all off, and so he hopes to, yes he does."
The creature grins horribly.
Latalya, Mavic:[sblock]OOC: The creature before you is obviously a demon, specifically a male hezrou. You have never encountered such a being before, but their kind is well-described in the Hiram Owting's "A Journey to the Black Realms". If you remember correctly most demons are particularly susceptible to weapons infused by good powers. Latalya also recollects that when angered these tanar'ri are powerful melee combatants who give off a nauseating stench when they are angered.[/sblock]
OOC: No one has initiated combat at this time. Every square on the map below represents 10 feet. You entered through the northern corridor.
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Rhun
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Reivik
"I think you'll find this dwarf more of a morsel than you can chew!" growls Reivik, rushing toward the monster and striking out with a power blow of his war-sledge Bar.
HP 95/107, AC 23 (includes dex penalty)
3-point power attack for Attack +15, damage 1d12+16 (19-20 x4)
EDit: Forgot we had a Combat Thread, so adding this there!
"I think you'll find this dwarf more of a morsel than you can chew!" growls Reivik, rushing toward the monster and striking out with a power blow of his war-sledge Bar.
HP 95/107, AC 23 (includes dex penalty)
3-point power attack for Attack +15, damage 1d12+16 (19-20 x4)
EDit: Forgot we had a Combat Thread, so adding this there!
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Branding Opportunity
Explorer
Seeing the demon, Eshanna's lips curl in mocking arrogance, clearly unmoved by the creature's haggard and disorganized appearance. With an almost casual gesture of pristine clarity, Eshanna speaks Her Mistresses Words of Law, of the Fourth Order, and an almost immeasurable weight of law comes raining down upon the demon with a brilliant white light and an audible thud. The demon reels about wildly, obviously in great pain, clawing at his eyes and looking disoriented. (OOC: Casting Order’s Wrath, spell save vs. DC 19: failure, damage 9d6 = 38 hp and demon is dazed for one round.)
Knowing that his bow will be of little effect against this fiendish opponent, George speaks a quick command word in the elven tongue, vanishing from sight completely. While invisible he drops his bow and nocked arrow on the flag stones with a clatter. Unknown to everyone he moves toward the demon while drawing his rapier. As long as the fiend does not hear him he should be able to take him by surprise. (OOC: drop bow; activate ring of invisibility; move 30 feet)
“This demon stinks worse than the sewers, quite literally. Make sure your weapons are blessed, if you can.” Speaking arcane words in her people's tongue, Latalya's spell reaches out to all her companions and herself, hastening their movements, before she moves herself to the side of the room and closer to the fiend. She drops her bow and draws her sword, while she heads there, and tries to hold her breath for now, hoping it will help some against the nasty stench. (OOC: Casting Haste. Moving to the square near the left wall, top-left to the demon, right above the small barrel, while changing to her sword.)
"I think you'll find this dwarf more of a morsel than you can chew!" growls Reivik, rushing toward the monster and striking out with a power blow of his war-sledge Bar. (OOC: Move 40 feet towards demon; 3-point power attack 4 + 16 = 20, miss)
Anastasia momentarily collects herself before grasping Clarity in a sideways grip and hoisting her shield up in front of her. She calls out in a commanding voice: “Let us take it down quickly, before it has a chance to touch us with its foul magics. Mayaheine, give me your strength!” Sprinting forward with supernatural speed she quickly closes with the demon, striking it soundly in the midsection. The holy longsword flashes with silver sparks as it strikes its target, causing the demon to howl in impudent fury. (OOC: Move to square next to demon; attack with Clarity: 14 + 16 + 1 (haste) = 31, hit! Damage: 1d8 + 5 + 2d6 = 17 hp)
Seeing Reivik rush forward, Gregor steps forth as well, his wolfish form slipping through the ranks to the forefront. Once in the clear, his fur begins to ripple as the muscles beneath bunch and expand. His form expands outwards, shifting its appearance until a bear stands defiantly in his place, a wall of fur and muscle that roars a challenge. (OOC: MA: To just in front of the party, hanging back from the demon for now; MA: Take on slayer form (Str: 18)
"Dammit dwarf! I had questions for the demon first!" Mavic screams as he jerks at the incongruous-looking pin attached under his Lion of Sterich medal and mutters some arcane words and weaves his other hand in a complicated gesture of defiance. The ghostly image of the small nail flings itself metaphorically at the demon, attempting to pin itself to its forehead. The magical metaphor buries itself in the demon’s head, quickly vanishing. Instantly thousands of identical nails materialize all over the creature’s body, pinning him in place. His body becomes rigid. Only his rolling eyes still indicate that he is alive. (OOC: Casting Hold Monster, demon Will save vs. DC 21, failure! He is now Paralyzed)
Knowing that his bow will be of little effect against this fiendish opponent, George speaks a quick command word in the elven tongue, vanishing from sight completely. While invisible he drops his bow and nocked arrow on the flag stones with a clatter. Unknown to everyone he moves toward the demon while drawing his rapier. As long as the fiend does not hear him he should be able to take him by surprise. (OOC: drop bow; activate ring of invisibility; move 30 feet)
“This demon stinks worse than the sewers, quite literally. Make sure your weapons are blessed, if you can.” Speaking arcane words in her people's tongue, Latalya's spell reaches out to all her companions and herself, hastening their movements, before she moves herself to the side of the room and closer to the fiend. She drops her bow and draws her sword, while she heads there, and tries to hold her breath for now, hoping it will help some against the nasty stench. (OOC: Casting Haste. Moving to the square near the left wall, top-left to the demon, right above the small barrel, while changing to her sword.)
"I think you'll find this dwarf more of a morsel than you can chew!" growls Reivik, rushing toward the monster and striking out with a power blow of his war-sledge Bar. (OOC: Move 40 feet towards demon; 3-point power attack 4 + 16 = 20, miss)
Anastasia momentarily collects herself before grasping Clarity in a sideways grip and hoisting her shield up in front of her. She calls out in a commanding voice: “Let us take it down quickly, before it has a chance to touch us with its foul magics. Mayaheine, give me your strength!” Sprinting forward with supernatural speed she quickly closes with the demon, striking it soundly in the midsection. The holy longsword flashes with silver sparks as it strikes its target, causing the demon to howl in impudent fury. (OOC: Move to square next to demon; attack with Clarity: 14 + 16 + 1 (haste) = 31, hit! Damage: 1d8 + 5 + 2d6 = 17 hp)
Seeing Reivik rush forward, Gregor steps forth as well, his wolfish form slipping through the ranks to the forefront. Once in the clear, his fur begins to ripple as the muscles beneath bunch and expand. His form expands outwards, shifting its appearance until a bear stands defiantly in his place, a wall of fur and muscle that roars a challenge. (OOC: MA: To just in front of the party, hanging back from the demon for now; MA: Take on slayer form (Str: 18)
"Dammit dwarf! I had questions for the demon first!" Mavic screams as he jerks at the incongruous-looking pin attached under his Lion of Sterich medal and mutters some arcane words and weaves his other hand in a complicated gesture of defiance. The ghostly image of the small nail flings itself metaphorically at the demon, attempting to pin itself to its forehead. The magical metaphor buries itself in the demon’s head, quickly vanishing. Instantly thousands of identical nails materialize all over the creature’s body, pinning him in place. His body becomes rigid. Only his rolling eyes still indicate that he is alive. (OOC: Casting Hold Monster, demon Will save vs. DC 21, failure! He is now Paralyzed)
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