Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult" (IC)

[Voadam]

"Gods what is that corrupt smell?" Jakobee asks rhetorically as he prepares another hell blast to scour out the foulness.

 

[Guest 11456]

Thrindar

Thrindar and Toby move forward and then the dwarf wizard sends a glowing missile toward the large creature.

OOC: Moving 20 feet north to E-12 then casting Magic Missile (1d4+1=4).
[sblock]Memorized spells:
0th – Acid Splash, Light, Prestidigitation, Ray of Frost
1st – Burning Hands, Magic Missile, Magic Missile[/sblock]

 

[Yttermayn]

John moves up behind the meat wall of warriors and begins casting a complex spell. Thrindar steps into the area and looses an arcane bolt of energy that slaps into the ogre with a sharp cracking sound. Logbrag stumbles a little and looks very, very tired.

Jacobee is up!

Jacobee 6
Tuk 4½
Grok 4½
Rosalia 4½
Roderic 4½
Scrag 4½
Logbrag 4
John 3
Thrindar 1

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Tuk=█ Roderic=█ Grok=█ John=█ Rosalia=█ Scrag=█ Jakobee=█

Thrindar=█ John's Badger=██

Logbrag=█

██████=brighter area lit by coin in the middle

[sblock=Scott's Version of Map]

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[sblock=GM eyes only]
Logbrag 38->27HP (Grok), disarmed (Tuk)
Logbrag 27->21HP (Jacobee), 21->7 (Scrag)
Logbrag 7 -> 3 (Thrindar)
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[Voadam]

Jakobee hurls the hellfire but the cavern wall gets in his way and the hellfire explodes before reaching the ogre.

attack 5

 

[maddmic]

Grok had hoped that he would meet this monster and it wouldn't be that bad. He had hoped that Logbrag would be a non-evil entity and they'd be able to get all the information they needed from him without incident. The ogre was clearly not in control of himself, so now Grok had to tell himself that he was doing the right thing. He was putting a living creature out of its misery.

OOC:
Just in case I don't make it back before my turn....
1d20+3=17, 1d8+3=4

 

[Yttermayn]

OOC: I now start my next long work cycle, so posting from me will slow till sunday. Policies are changing a little bit though so that hopefully I am not out later than 9:30PM or so. We'll see.


Tuk is up!

 

[Voda Vosa]

"You're already dead, Logbrag, at least we end you quicker that the black thing! Die by my hand!"
The mercenary taunts, as he sends his chains flying towards the ogre, the spikes ripping the giant's blacked skin! Yikes.
23 to hit, 10 dmg

 

[Yttermayn]

Dodging Jacobee's errant eldritch blast, Grok lands only a glancing blow on Logbrag. Tuk finishes recovering his chain and sends it back out again immediately. The wicked weapon wraps around the creature's club arm and when yanked, it tightens and slides. The effect is like that of a saw, and the tattered arm comes off. Logbrag staggers a moment while black and red fluids leak from the stump, then he finally falls in a dying heap. In the few still moments after, Scrag looks at Tuk a moment and nods. It isn't clear if the gesture is meant to convey respect, acknowledge that the area is clear, or something else entirely.
The coin still glows, throwing it's ribcage-shadow on the ceiling. In the relative quiet after the battle, the ever present sound of water dripping makes it difficult to hear if the battle drew any attention. By the same token, it may have covered the noise of the battle. The constant presense of water in these caves has also made the floor a little slippery. Running with sharp things in one's hand would seem terribly foolish.

OOC: Rogue's gallery updated with experience totals. Combat's over, you may now post in the irregular, haphazard manner to which you are acustomed.
I have a potential player who is a good friend of mine who may wish to play Scrag or another character of his own design. I was wondering what the group's thoughts are about this.

 

[Voda Vosa]

OOC: If he/she buys pizza, he/she's in.

"The hard part is to clean this thing." Tuk says coldly as he warps the bloody weapon in a piece of cloth. "I'll rather not use it until I clean it up, who knows how that black stuff is contacted." The mercenary finish the package and ties a rope at it. The diligent man turns to the others. "This job is done, the ogre is dead, lucky he. Should we register the cave for clues of the black thing disease, or should we go back to town with the good news? There could be some sort of reward awaiting." Greed flashing in his eyes, Heavy hands waits for the other's answer.

 

[Scott DeWar]

and donuts! (choclate covered chocolate cake donuts at that. no sprinkles.)

Suddenly a bright golden light flashes behind the now dead ogre and a badger with a bright golden coat appears. it sniffs the air and looks Jakobee straight in the eyes with its eyes filled with golden light and growls visciouly.

Then after a few seconds it dissappears in a blast of golden motes of lights.

(that was summpon monster I for any interested. the spell John cast)