W3: The Eidolon (Bront Judging)
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Patlin
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"Darguun. Sounds interesting." T'Ranis comments calmly.
On heading back to the ship, T'Ranis will rest and attempt to treat his wounds.
ooc: Untrained heal checks at +3. After a full day of rest, he will recover 4 or 8 hp, depending on whether he makes the heal check. Hopefully the next scene is a few days away, so that he can be fully healed.
Edit: Actually, you aren't allowed to provide long term care to yourself. Unless we have someone who can make a heal check, T'Ranis will have to settle for the longer healing time.
On heading back to the ship, T'Ranis will rest and attempt to treat his wounds.
ooc: Untrained heal checks at +3. After a full day of rest, he will recover 4 or 8 hp, depending on whether he makes the heal check. Hopefully the next scene is a few days away, so that he can be fully healed.
Edit: Actually, you aren't allowed to provide long term care to yourself. Unless we have someone who can make a heal check, T'Ranis will have to settle for the longer healing time.
Wik
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The hobgoblin grunts and shrugs at Lori's question. "Azrag doesn't say much. Guess I know why, now."
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You make your way back to the Majestic, several times having to weave in and out of revolutionaries. The Majestic itself is hovering over the blackpit, twisting wildly in the great gusts that bellow out of the hole.
The wind has picked up, and twice a massive gust clears the streets of debris, and knocks a few of you to your feet. Haltash throws his hands in front of his face and stays to his feet in one of these bursts of wind, and is struck in the hand by a ceramic planting pot that took air. It shatters upon contact, and leaves several small scratches and cuts on his arm. (1 point of damage).
The crew of the Majestic sight you, and quickly start lowering ladders. You are close enough to see crewmen as you fight against these gusts of wind, when you hear a primal howl.
Crawling out of the black pit is a creature the likes of which none of you have ever seen. It has an amorphous body, covered with eyes, easily the size of a small house. Several legs sprout out at irregular intervals, seemingly merging for a moment with the earth as it "walks". If a snail had legs and moved roughly the speed of a prancing horse, the legs would look like these.
But most horrifying are the "eyestalks". There are seven stalks protruding from the body, each perhaps fifteen feet long. At the end of each stalk is a ganglion of dozens of eyes formed around a central "mouth" of row upon row of razor-fine teeth. The closest thing your mind can draw a comparison to is that of a sea anenome's centre, surrounded by unblinking eyes.
Suddenly the mouths let out a wild scream, and another gust of wind assaults you. This time, you all remain standing, staring in terror at this monstrosity before you. It is perhaps one hundred feet away, and the ladders to the majestic are right in the middle.
"We woke it up! Get out of here!" A woman screams needlessly.
OOC: I'll need everyone to make a will save, DC 15, or be stunned in terror for a round. And this creature goes last in initiative, as it rolled a 1, so don't bother there. Whatever it is you seek to do, feel free.
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You make your way back to the Majestic, several times having to weave in and out of revolutionaries. The Majestic itself is hovering over the blackpit, twisting wildly in the great gusts that bellow out of the hole.
The wind has picked up, and twice a massive gust clears the streets of debris, and knocks a few of you to your feet. Haltash throws his hands in front of his face and stays to his feet in one of these bursts of wind, and is struck in the hand by a ceramic planting pot that took air. It shatters upon contact, and leaves several small scratches and cuts on his arm. (1 point of damage).
The crew of the Majestic sight you, and quickly start lowering ladders. You are close enough to see crewmen as you fight against these gusts of wind, when you hear a primal howl.
Crawling out of the black pit is a creature the likes of which none of you have ever seen. It has an amorphous body, covered with eyes, easily the size of a small house. Several legs sprout out at irregular intervals, seemingly merging for a moment with the earth as it "walks". If a snail had legs and moved roughly the speed of a prancing horse, the legs would look like these.
But most horrifying are the "eyestalks". There are seven stalks protruding from the body, each perhaps fifteen feet long. At the end of each stalk is a ganglion of dozens of eyes formed around a central "mouth" of row upon row of razor-fine teeth. The closest thing your mind can draw a comparison to is that of a sea anenome's centre, surrounded by unblinking eyes.
Suddenly the mouths let out a wild scream, and another gust of wind assaults you. This time, you all remain standing, staring in terror at this monstrosity before you. It is perhaps one hundred feet away, and the ladders to the majestic are right in the middle.
"We woke it up! Get out of here!" A woman screams needlessly.
OOC: I'll need everyone to make a will save, DC 15, or be stunned in terror for a round. And this creature goes last in initiative, as it rolled a 1, so don't bother there. Whatever it is you seek to do, feel free.
Patlin
Explorer
Wik said:
Will Save v. Fear (1d20+3=21)
Wounded and knowing that ranged attacks are ineffective in high winds, T'Ranis is faced with a tough decision. He's either got to make it up to the Majestic or flee on foot. There's a possibility that this monster will be able to rip the majestic out of the sky and smash it to pieces, and a possibility that attempting to flee on foot will lead to an encounter with other hostile forces. Ignoring his fear, T'Ranis leaps for one of the lowered ladders in an effort to board the majestic.
ooc: Depending on what rolls are required and how he rolls, T'Ranis may wish to spend an action point. If he falls, he will use catfall and tumbling to try and survive.
stonegod
Spawn of Khyber/LEB Judge
Tondrek gapes at the thing, slack jawed, is hands twitching frantically. Shaking it off, he frantically tries to climb the ladder as fast as possible, whining the entire while.
Will save (1d20 2=15) Climb check (1d20-1=12), With AP (12 1d6=14)
Will save (1d20 2=15) Climb check (1d20-1=12), With AP (12 1d6=14)
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