TURTLEDOME!: Battle Bone (DM: KenHood, Judge: Lord S.)
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[sblock=Reklaw]
Okay, I've got an idea. Get a judge's approval to make it permanent...[/sblock]
Seeing the pale, tan parchment turn to pale, gray brain tissue, the party races from the depression. As they step onto the slope, space folds again, hurling them towards Swillwort's ear.
Strange waves of psychic force batter the consciousness of the party members. Drivan feels a significant change occur in his understanding of magic--and then, he can't remember being any other way.
With a *pop*, the party flies out, paper rats in tow.
"Aaah!" screams Marco, in the midst of rousing poor Ms. Annie. He faints.
"Aaah!" screams the maid, Annie, just having recovered from her prior shock. She faints.
"*****!" screams several Daunton constables, rushing into the yard to investigate Annie's previous cries for help. (Hey, five minutes is a good response time.)
"There's them orcs!" yells the rheumatic archer, having returned from tanning his grandson's hide.
And there stands the party, who...
Finnian guesses that if he moves away from his current location, he will end up somewhere else.[/sblock]
[sblock=Reklaw]
Hrm...
Okay, I've got an idea. Get a judge's approval to make it permanent...[/sblock]
Seeing the pale, tan parchment turn to pale, gray brain tissue, the party races from the depression. As they step onto the slope, space folds again, hurling them towards Swillwort's ear.
Strange waves of psychic force batter the consciousness of the party members. Drivan feels a significant change occur in his understanding of magic--and then, he can't remember being any other way.
With a *pop*, the party flies out, paper rats in tow.
"Aaah!" screams Marco, in the midst of rousing poor Ms. Annie. He faints.
"Aaah!" screams the maid, Annie, just having recovered from her prior shock. She faints.
"*****!" screams several Daunton constables, rushing into the yard to investigate Annie's previous cries for help. (Hey, five minutes is a good response time.)
"There's them orcs!" yells the rheumatic archer, having returned from tanning his grandson's hide.
And there stands the party, who...
OOC: *Clap! Clap! Clap!* That was a fun fight! Next time, I'll have more bad guys for y'all to fight. Some of y'all didn't even take a scratch. *Finger wag*
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Lord Sessadore
Explorer
[sblock=OOC]Haha, no one will ever be able to say that Ken isn't an entertaining DM after this run. My favorite NPC in this thread so far just might be the blind, senile, wanna-be-archer grampa 
Well, you do still have your 'overhaul', which you haven't used yet. Here's the official wording on that from the Charter:
I suppose you'll probably want to shift your 12 in Dex over to Con to make better use of the staff, which as things stand at the moment you can't technically do, but there's a possibility that ability score changes will be allowed in the overhaul soon. [/sblock]Charter said:
JoeNotCharles
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If it doesn't pass (or you don't want to wait), you can also make whatever changed you want in the wiki, and post a link to your new character sheet in a thread titled something like "Proposal: Let Drivan become a staff wizard", and explain why you want to make the change in the first post. Then we can vote on that directly. If we disallow it (which I doubt, seems like a very reasonable request) you can just revert your character sheet to an older version in the wiki.
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If it doesn't pass (or you don't want to wait), you can also make whatever changed you want in the wiki, and post a link to your new character sheet in a thread titled something like "Proposal: Let Drivan become a staff wizard", and explain why you want to make the change in the first post. Then we can vote on that directly. If we disallow it (which I doubt, seems like a very reasonable request) you can just revert your character sheet to an older version in the wiki.
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The half-elf sits down on the steps and motions to Erlai to move next to him. He takes a look at the half-folded paper vocabulary rat to see what needs to be done to make sure it doesn't jump out.
Once the rat is secured, Finnian checks over the hawk carefully, looking at his wounds, talking with a soft reassuring voice. A pained look crosses the Ranger's face when he finds the wounds from his own sword, but he quickly returns to the work at hand and finishes cleaning all the bird's cuts and scrapes.
Erlai seems to have forgiven his master and pecks carefully at the hair coming down over the ranger's shoulders, rearranging it as Finnian finishes looking through his feathers. He makes a soft call to Finnian and then takes off for a nearby tree where he has a view of all the people gathered.
Finnian sits on the steps of the porch, saying nothing, with his head in his hands.
[sblock=OOC]That was awesome. I loved how you made special rules for the right-brain, left-brain terrain. Very creative. The rats were hilarious, and the old grampa had me in stitches. Well done.
Finnian, unfortunately, wasn't made for such shocking mind-bending distortions of reality. It'll take a bit to get back to his usual bravado.
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Once the rat is secured, Finnian checks over the hawk carefully, looking at his wounds, talking with a soft reassuring voice. A pained look crosses the Ranger's face when he finds the wounds from his own sword, but he quickly returns to the work at hand and finishes cleaning all the bird's cuts and scrapes.
Erlai seems to have forgiven his master and pecks carefully at the hair coming down over the ranger's shoulders, rearranging it as Finnian finishes looking through his feathers. He makes a soft call to Finnian and then takes off for a nearby tree where he has a view of all the people gathered.
Finnian sits on the steps of the porch, saying nothing, with his head in his hands.
[sblock=OOC]That was awesome. I loved how you made special rules for the right-brain, left-brain terrain. Very creative. The rats were hilarious, and the old grampa had me in stitches. Well done.
Finnian, unfortunately, wasn't made for such shocking mind-bending distortions of reality. It'll take a bit to get back to his usual bravado.
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fireinthedust
Explorer
Emral coughs into his elbow, then runs his hands over his scalp.
Wow. I mean... wow. That was just weird. Did anyone else notice some changes? I think we were in some sort of... imagination realm or something. I mean, that guy's mind changed me. Look! He forms a Chaos Burst between his hands, a sparkling, prismatic icosahedron surrounded by tiny, shifting symbols. He barks a laugh and explodes the shape into the air between his hands, fizzling the air molecules. Tittering and flexing his fingers, Emral blinks and opens his eyes, looking around.
All at once he shakes himself out of it and moves over in front of the old man, taking him by one shoulder and snapping in front of his eyes. Hey, you, wake up. You. You changed me, what did you do? I was a wizard, now I'm... I don't know what I am, but you did it to me, what was it? Look at me when I'm talking to you. Emral gently tilts the old man's head back, looking into his eyes for a spark of madness, anything.
[sblock=ooc]I put the art I promised through to Kinkos today. I've got an exam review, then I'm swinging back to pick it up. They'll send it to me or copy it onto a disc, then I'll post it. I need to see how my work looks in print; it's fun, but I feel like I have no direction and my style feels off. Maybe I should stop reading comics by Dark Horse, like "Conan: the tower of the elephant", or other master artists, as it's getting me down. Meh. If I can finish my stupid psychology certificate, I can free up time for some art lessons. F***ing being a grown-up and not having enough time for stuff. Muh. Then I guess Deviantart is the way to go for posting this thing.[/sblock]
Wow. I mean... wow. That was just weird. Did anyone else notice some changes? I think we were in some sort of... imagination realm or something. I mean, that guy's mind changed me. Look! He forms a Chaos Burst between his hands, a sparkling, prismatic icosahedron surrounded by tiny, shifting symbols. He barks a laugh and explodes the shape into the air between his hands, fizzling the air molecules. Tittering and flexing his fingers, Emral blinks and opens his eyes, looking around.
All at once he shakes himself out of it and moves over in front of the old man, taking him by one shoulder and snapping in front of his eyes. Hey, you, wake up. You. You changed me, what did you do? I was a wizard, now I'm... I don't know what I am, but you did it to me, what was it? Look at me when I'm talking to you. Emral gently tilts the old man's head back, looking into his eyes for a spark of madness, anything.
[sblock=ooc]I put the art I promised through to Kinkos today. I've got an exam review, then I'm swinging back to pick it up. They'll send it to me or copy it onto a disc, then I'll post it. I need to see how my work looks in print; it's fun, but I feel like I have no direction and my style feels off. Maybe I should stop reading comics by Dark Horse, like "Conan: the tower of the elephant", or other master artists, as it's getting me down. Meh. If I can finish my stupid psychology certificate, I can free up time for some art lessons. F***ing being a grown-up and not having enough time for stuff. Muh. Then I guess Deviantart is the way to go for posting this thing.[/sblock]
Drivan straightens out his robe, shaking out a few kinks from the strange adventure. Strangely he feels healthier than he ever has, he smiles slightly, reaching down to his side for his wand.
"Wha--Where?" He looks around, obviously trying to find his wand... Looking at the porch he notices a long staff that appears like a much larger version of his wand, though the once spidersilk thin lines are now more noticable. Reaching down to grasp it he somehows feels... right.
Satisfied he looks around, grimacing slightly at the rather bloody mess that Hadarai is currently in. "Can I help? Or is someone else more capable of healing our friend... ?"
[sblock=OOC]Will post this as a new thread but here is my changes to my character sheet, anything I should fix? Thanks for the help Lord S, Kenhood, and Joe![/sblock]
"Wha--Where?" He looks around, obviously trying to find his wand... Looking at the porch he notices a long staff that appears like a much larger version of his wand, though the once spidersilk thin lines are now more noticable. Reaching down to grasp it he somehows feels... right.
Satisfied he looks around, grimacing slightly at the rather bloody mess that Hadarai is currently in. "Can I help? Or is someone else more capable of healing our friend... ?"
[sblock=OOC]Will post this as a new thread but here is my changes to my character sheet, anything I should fix? Thanks for the help Lord S, Kenhood, and Joe![/sblock]
[sblock=Reklaw]
I noticed one thing on your character sheet: L4E permits you to build a character with 25 ability points. You have only spent 23. That means you have 2 points remaining--of which to take advantage.
Also, to help the judges, at the bottom of the page, add a changes section, listing what was the original value to what you have altered it.[/sblock]
[sblock=Emral]Still need to get your fourth skill, then we can clean up the sheet and submit to the judges.[/sblock]
"Keep away from him, you dirty orcs!" shouts grandpa archer. He's looking for his bow...
"Uh...," begins the sergeant of the watch, "Someone said there was a murder or a fire or...um...something..."
You're welcome.
I noticed one thing on your character sheet: L4E permits you to build a character with 25 ability points. You have only spent 23. That means you have 2 points remaining--of which to take advantage.
Also, to help the judges, at the bottom of the page, add a changes section, listing what was the original value to what you have altered it.[/sblock]
[sblock=Emral]Still need to get your fourth skill, then we can clean up the sheet and submit to the judges.[/sblock]
Swillwort shakes his head, a few papers fly out of his ear and settle on the ground. (*Cough* They seem to radiate powerful magic.) There is clarity in his vision. He grins, "Careful there, young man. I'm not afraid I'm the man I once was, sitting in a chair for two years has left me a bit fragile. I'd offer to shake your hand, but I fear I'm suffering from muscle atrophy."
"Keep away from him, you dirty orcs!" shouts grandpa archer. He's looking for his bow...
"Uh...," begins the sergeant of the watch, "Someone said there was a murder or a fire or...um...something..."
"Keep away from him, you dirty orcs!" shouts grandpa archer. He's looking for his bow...
Oh, no. Not you again., Finnian grumbles as he reluctantly gets off the porch step to talk to the nearly blind grampa. Look, we're not orcs, well... gesturing at Vaunea, this old girl might be a bit much, but we haven't done anything but help this old man here. Well.... at least I'm pretty sure we helped him.
"Uh...," begins the sergeant of the watch, "Someone said there was a murder or a fire or...um...something..."
Ha! Well it was definitely something!
Finnian turns back to the sergeant and tries to reassure him that all is well.
Diplomacy Check (1d20+3=7)
And someone may need to step in and stop Finnian from helping any more than he has already...
Oh, no. Not you again., Finnian grumbles as he reluctantly gets off the porch step to talk to the nearly blind grampa. Look, we're not orcs, well... gesturing at Vaunea, this old girl might be a bit much, but we haven't done anything but help this old man here. Well.... at least I'm pretty sure we helped him.
"Uh...," begins the sergeant of the watch, "Someone said there was a murder or a fire or...um...something..."
Ha! Well it was definitely something!
Finnian turns back to the sergeant and tries to reassure him that all is well.
Diplomacy Check (1d20+3=7)
And someone may need to step in and stop Finnian from helping any more than he has already...
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