TURTLEDOME!: Battle Bone (DM: KenHood, Judge: Lord S.)
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Atanatotatos
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Mm. Regardless, let's talk inside. mumbles Hadarai as he follows the old wizard in his mansion.
mohalloran
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After following Finnian down the road, Vaunea gives one last glance at the guards, snorts, turns around, and jogs back to the house to follow Hadarai inside.
[sblock=What?!]No Vaunea-smash reaction to the poster? I feel... I feel empty inside. Pay no attention while I cry softly to myself.[/sblock]
Swillwort (ableit weakly) waves the party at the twin platters of hors d'ouvres. He attempts to pick up a cigar, but his fingers are too stiff. Clucking like a hen, Annie helps him. A flick of Swillwort's finger lights the cigar. He puffs, ruminating.
A few moments' frustration trying to handle a brandy snifter without spilling the fluid end as Swillwort manifests a mage hand. He sips and sighs in content.
"You know," he says, "tobacco is known to banish foul spirits from the lung cavities, preventing illness. Too bad they don't make tobacco for the brain, eh?"
He chuckles.
"Now that most of us are here," he says with a significant look out the window, where Emral chats to himself, "and I've had a moments reflection, I'm willing to offer your group 1000 pieces of gold for those origami rats."
Annie gasps in awe of the amount.
And she has somehow managed to move behind Drivan, where she is playing with his hair...
OOC: Someone might want to carry the rats inside...
Swillwort (ableit weakly) waves the party at the twin platters of hors d'ouvres. He attempts to pick up a cigar, but his fingers are too stiff. Clucking like a hen, Annie helps him. A flick of Swillwort's finger lights the cigar. He puffs, ruminating.
A few moments' frustration trying to handle a brandy snifter without spilling the fluid end as Swillwort manifests a mage hand. He sips and sighs in content.
"You know," he says, "tobacco is known to banish foul spirits from the lung cavities, preventing illness. Too bad they don't make tobacco for the brain, eh?"
He chuckles.
"Now that most of us are here," he says with a significant look out the window, where Emral chats to himself, "and I've had a moments reflection, I'm willing to offer your group 1000 pieces of gold for those origami rats."
Annie gasps in awe of the amount.
And she has somehow managed to move behind Drivan, where she is playing with his hair...
Atanatotatos
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[sblock=ooc]yeah, yeah, let's take one rat each.
Also, isn't the offer too good? Does that mean that their worth twice the amount?
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Also, isn't the offer too good? Does that mean that their worth twice the amount?
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[sblock=OOC]I grabbed a rat...[/sblock]
Drivan leans back, unpreturbed by Annie playing with his hair. "I would be willing to exchange the rat's for 1000 gold, it only seems fair."
[sblock=New...]Looking at the lack of leader type characters I'm tossing around the idea of creating a bard or a cleric or something like that... Anyone look at the bards yet? Think they're best for out of combat play but looks like they could be pretty decent there too... just don't like how their healing spell costs an ally a healing surge.[/sblock]
Drivan leans back, unpreturbed by Annie playing with his hair. "I would be willing to exchange the rat's for 1000 gold, it only seems fair."
[sblock=New...]Looking at the lack of leader type characters I'm tossing around the idea of creating a bard or a cleric or something like that... Anyone look at the bards yet? Think they're best for out of combat play but looks like they could be pretty decent there too... just don't like how their healing spell costs an ally a healing surge.[/sblock]
[sblock=Unperturbed?!]Huh? Huh? We'll see about that, mister.[/sblock]
Annie moves her hands down and starts massaging Drivan's shoulders.
[sblock=Bard]I'm going to make up a Country-and-Western bard. (He'll play nice with others. Not like Palindrome.) If you don't like the way they heal, cross-train as a cleric or warlord. You'll get their healing power once per encounter and an extra skill.[/sblock]
Annie moves her hands down and starts massaging Drivan's shoulders.
[sblock=Bard]I'm going to make up a Country-and-Western bard. (He'll play nice with others. Not like Palindrome.) If you don't like the way they heal, cross-train as a cleric or warlord. You'll get their healing power once per encounter and an extra skill.[/sblock]
[sblock=OOC]Good bard idea... Like it! Think you're right about the multiclassing idea... My other idea is a cleric multi-classed as a rogue. Still don't get the multiclassing in 4th ed but I can stumble my way through it. My cleric would be a cleric of some as yet unknown god who is the patron of rogues and perhaps gamblers... Think I should make a post proposing this new god?[/sblock]
Drivan looks back over his shoulder at Annie, "Thanks, it's been a while. Could you get a little to the left?"
Drivan looks back over his shoulder at Annie, "Thanks, it's been a while. Could you get a little to the left?"
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Lord Sessadore
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[sblock=On Bards and Rogues]... or something like that.
Anyway, a couple clarifications, if I might.
Firstly, every leader's 2/encounter healing ability costs the target a surge. Bards are at no disadvantage there.
Secondly, the leader multiclass feats all give that class's main healing ability 1/day, not 1/encounter. If it were 1/encounter, then they'd be half as good as the real thing!
Thirdly, and this isn't a mechanical thing, the god of rogues and thieves and gamblers and ne'er-do-wells in general would be Merkari, our equivalent of Hermes/Mercury. No need to propose something new there
Of course, if you'd like to invent a new as-yet unknown demigod who is your cleric's patron, that's fine.
I think the idea with our pantheon is that the Twelve are the gods. (Period, pretty much.) However, since it's a copy of Greco-Roman mythology, there can be demigods out the wazoo. Pretty much anything you can dream of, there can be a demigod (or demigods) for. The demigods in Greek myth always had at least one divine parent, but we could probably waive that - divine ascention of mortals seems to be a sort of obsession in D&D circles[/sblock]
Anyway, a couple clarifications, if I might.
Firstly, every leader's 2/encounter healing ability costs the target a surge. Bards are at no disadvantage there.
Secondly, the leader multiclass feats all give that class's main healing ability 1/day, not 1/encounter. If it were 1/encounter, then they'd be half as good as the real thing!
Thirdly, and this isn't a mechanical thing, the god of rogues and thieves and gamblers and ne'er-do-wells in general would be Merkari, our equivalent of Hermes/Mercury. No need to propose something new there
Of course, if you'd like to invent a new as-yet unknown demigod who is your cleric's patron, that's fine. I think the idea with our pantheon is that the Twelve are the gods. (Period, pretty much.) However, since it's a copy of Greco-Roman mythology, there can be demigods out the wazoo. Pretty much anything you can dream of, there can be a demigod (or demigods) for. The demigods in Greek myth always had at least one divine parent, but we could probably waive that - divine ascention of mortals seems to be a sort of obsession in D&D circles
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fireinthedust
Explorer
Emral wanders in at his own pace. I mean, I spent several years there, I should remember a thing or two about the place... yes, should, and yes it's a moral question: "is it *right* that I can't remember", that's moral. Where is everyone? Oh, party inside then. When he gets inside he straightens up and looks around the mage's house, taking in the decorations, the food, the cigars.
Emral nimbly picks up some of the pro-offered food, takes a bite and lets it smoulder on his igneous tongue. Flambe eggs. Delicious. He points to the cigar box. May I? he asks the mage.
If permitted, he takes a cigar, tries to light it with a cantrip, gives up and holds it to his head until it ignites. He also tries to hide a slightly jealous look in Drivannie's direction.
Emral nimbly picks up some of the pro-offered food, takes a bite and lets it smoulder on his igneous tongue. Flambe eggs. Delicious. He points to the cigar box. May I? he asks the mage.
If permitted, he takes a cigar, tries to light it with a cantrip, gives up and holds it to his head until it ignites. He also tries to hide a slightly jealous look in Drivannie's direction.
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