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Zad/Wizardru's Story Hour (*final update 11/12*)
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dravot
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Meh.
In tonight's first combat, still going, Astrid has missed by one (against someone on all out defense), rolled 3 natural 1's, and a 6.
Edit: Yay! I hit something. And then I rolled a 1 on a Fort Save. :\
Edit: Hit a couple of times...and another 1. That's my 5th natural 1 of the night.
In tonight's first combat, still going, Astrid has missed by one (against someone on all out defense), rolled 3 natural 1's, and a 6.
Edit: Yay! I hit something. And then I rolled a 1 on a Fort Save. :\
Edit: Hit a couple of times...and another 1. That's my 5th natural 1 of the night.
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Argent Silvermage
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We're all in the same boat.dravot said:
Zad
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Drakthar's Way - Chapter 4
Drakthar’s Way – Chapter 4
OOC Notes:
Exp is 1,466 each. Tzaddik couldn’t make this session hence his absence from the story.
This Week’s Adventure:
At this point, the group had been up all night and they were looking tired. They withdrew to the bath house to get some rest before returning to finish the job. In the bath house they found six guards from the watch at the ready. Glyphandar began speaking to them and they just nodded at him and looked around him to Astrid and Elizabeth. It was clear that to him, authority comes at the end of a sword and he looked to the armored fighters for information.
“Most of them are dead but we’re not done yet. But we need some rest. We’re going to sleep and then go back down,” Elizabeth said curtly. “You might want to barricade that door for now.”
The guards nodded and did so, while the group collapsed. Some hours later they were rested and fed, and in some cases, bathed. (Something which I noticed always seems to improve Elizabeth’s temperament for reasons I can’t grasp.) Renewed, they descended again into the tunnels.
The large lava tube was the major unexplored area remaining, and they headed that direction, but not without first looking in on their earlier handiwork. Many of the goblin bodies were gone and there was less blood than there should have been. It was the blood that set off a gentle warning in my mind. Mind you I expected that the remaining residents would have discovered the death of their comrades, but the missing blood was… wrong.
We worked our way carefully down the gentle slope just waiting for the ambush that would surely be there. Bellsin was ahead of the group moving carefully, and suddenly his hand went up – there was something ahead. Elizabeth needed no further warnings and focused quickly and a single pure note of sound came from nowhere and hung in the air – she had formed her mental shield.
The goblins didn’t know what the sound was, but attacked all the same. A half dozen skirmishers came out from behind rocks, while crossbowmen fired from a ledge overhead. A goblin rider on a warg charged up and the rider dismounted in front of the group.
Whatever the Blue Tygers ate for breakfast, it wasn’t enough. Fate was against them, and every action they took seemed cursed. Maris tried to put the goblins on the ledge to sleep, but only one succumbed. Astrid found her strikes continually blocked. Another wolf rider and goblin attacked the back rank, and Elizabeth moved to that front, and while her blade struck hard, it wasn’t enough to drop the rider.
Then a goblin spellcaster loosed a ray of fire at Maris, and she immediately collapsed. The goblin did a little victory dance. Kris was able to heal her quickly though, and she retaliated by again calling up the grave mist and most of the weak goblin skirmishers succumbed to it. Unfortunately it wasn’t enough for the worgs or their riders. One wolf brought Glyph down who prudently scrambled away from the wolf, and then infused Elizabeth with greater strength.
The chaos continued, but there was little progress. The weaker goblins were dead but the worgs and riders were proving tenacious. Astrid was exchanging blows with her foes but was unable to strike true while Kris tried to help by invoking a thunderclap to stun the attackers. At the rear, Elizabeth brought her blade down hard on a wolf, and even channeling her personal power into the strike the wolf kept its feat. It snarled in response and with a bite and jerk pulled Elizabeth’s leg out from under her. She rolled on the ground and brought her falchion through a full swing and took the warg’s head off, and then rose to her feat, the riders attacks skittering across her invisible shield.
Then there was a slow clapping – almost amused. A voice echoed down the tunnel “Excellent. Waste your energy. Fly my children – fly!” This was followed by high-pitched screeching and flapping.
As the swarms of bats charged up the tunnel, everyone knew the situation had gone from bad to worse. By the time the bats arrived there was only one goblin and one worg left alive, both of which retreated, along with the spellcaster who disappeared just after nearly killing Maris. The bats swarmed people at random, and weapons swung wildly trying to fend them off. Their tiny bites continued to bleed and they nearly overcame Bellsin at one point before one of the girls diverted their attention. After several seconds of desperate flailing, the bats dispersed.
There were several seconds of silence, then more amused clapping. The voice called out again. “So you see my power.” The voice was coming from above. Just inside the light of the sunrods, a figure walked on the ceiling. It looked like a bugbear, but there was now no doubt it was really a vampire. “I do not waste more on you, for you are not worthy of it, and so I give you the death-of-a-thousand-cuts and weaken you with meaningless servants like goblins. The cage-masters will see. Your lords will have to deal with Drakthar.” It hissed in anger, ready to attack.
Astrid looked at Elizabeth. “Back?”
Elizabeth nodded quickly, understanding. They couldn’t fight the vampire when it was up there – they had to retreat. She called out “Everyone BACK!” and they started moving quickly towards the worked stone rooms (with lower ceilings).
The vampire tried to exert its will on Krisfallion, but his free spirit did not bend easily. Kris tried to repel the vampire but failed, and moved back a bit. Maris also could not resist the urge to fight, and used a spell to disrupt the vampire, and also moved back some. The girls didn’t understand why they weren’t in full retreat but continued to pull back, outpacing most of the others despite their full armor.
Drakthar was unamused by Maris’ attempt, and he turned his gaze on her next. He looked into her eyes and she folded, now a creature subject to his command. Kris tried to knock her unconscious but failed, and Glyph stopped to try to protect Maris from the vampire. Drakthar turned his gaze on Glyph, and he too succumbed.
Not good at all. Bellsin, Astrid and Elizabeth continued to fall back trying to find a favorable place to fight while Kris again tried to use his faith to repel the vampire, but the creature was just too strong. Drakthar attempted to bring Kris under his control again and again, and Kris finally was weak enough to fall prey to his will.
Bellsin and the girls had continued to run in a near panic. They weren’t certain what happened but they did know that there should be more of them than there were. They pulled back further to the stairs and waited a few seconds to see if any more of them came.
None did.
A rat crawled out of a nearby crack in the stone, its eyes glowing red, and it spoke. “I have your friends. If you want them, you must tell your masters they must deal with Drakthar, or Drakthar’s way is closed to them.”
Not knowing what else to do, they retreated up the stairs. I debated staying and trying to sneak around and find the others, but a vampire was nothing to be trifled with and I went with them.
The three of them came through the door in the bath house to see the crossbows of the guards trained on them. They ignored them and slammed the door behind them. The guards initial caution turned to confusion as they realized there were several people missing and those that were here were panicked.
Astrid looked at one of the guards. “Send for Captain Skellerang. NOW!” The guard looked at the ranking guard who nodded, then he left.
It took over an hour for Skellerang to arrive, during which time the survivor’s heartbeats had almost returned to normal. When he arrived, the Captain seemed somewhat perturbed at having to appear on the scene personally. “What’s going on here?!?” he demanded.
Elizabeth was stern in her tone. “What’s going on is that there’s a VAMPIRE down there! Drakthar is a vampire. He’s got the other three of us under his control.”
Skellerang stopped short, his face suddenly full of concern. “A vampire…” he thought for a moment analyzing it. “We are not equipped to deal with this. We must seek the church. Explain the details while we walk.”
The group explained what happened while they made for the temple of St. Cuthbert. At the threshold, Skellerang made obeisance to the Saint, illustrating that he was no stranger to this church. Rufus was near the foyer, and Skellerang called to him “I must see Jenya immediately. I will wait in the study. Has the High Priest returned yet?”
“No, sir. He has not.” Rufus said, and went to find Jenya.
Skellerang went to the study with the girls and Bellsin in tow. His familiarity made it clear he must worship here. It was only a few minutes before Jenya arrived. Skellerang quickly explained what the group had found.
“You’re sure?” Jenya asked, incredulous.
Elizabeth, mustering what courtesy she had left, replied “No, we are not sure. We have no means to test something like that – how could we possibly be ‘sure’? But you know what we have seen and you can draw what conclusion you will.”
Jenya nodded. “This is a matter more in your realm, Sir Alex,” she said over her shoulder.
A man entered – he must have been waiting outside but within earshot. “This is Sir Alex Tercival, a paladin in the service of St. Cuthbert,” Jenya said.
Sir Alex was ready for battle, wearing banded mail of stunning quality and a large sword slung over his back. He had a stern unforgiving look on his face. “This is most disturbing but I confess I am not surprised. This city is corrupt at its heart. The Mayor’s office will take weeks to decide anything, and all the while justice is not served in Saint Cuthbert’s name. Evil must be smitten!”
He looked at the girls and Bellsin. “Your help would be greatly appreciated but if necessary I will march alone, and I will march tonight. It sickens me to even stand inside this city’s walls, which is why I come here less and less. But I am here this day. If you wish to stand with me, I will smile upon it, but if you chose not to, I will not frown.”
The group thought silently for several moments before Elizabeth answered. “Our friends are held by this vampire, and we would recover them. But I fear that this creature is completely beyond our power. I am not sure how we could aid you.”
Sir Alex acted as if that was of no relevance. “At the fall of the sun I shall go forth. Meet me at this bath house if you chose to come. If not, then please provide some form of map or some such.” Sir Alex then left to pray and prepare.
No one said anything for some time. An air of desperation and powerlessness hung between the girls and Bellsin. Skellerang however was feeling something different – he was livid.
“Did you hear that?? He all but accused me of being corrupt. The pompous ass!” he spat.
“It’s just his way,” Jenya said, trying to soothe him. “He is a good man, just as you are. I’m not sure why the two of you are always at each other’s throats.”
“We do good work here, even if it is unappreciated. We’re horribly undermanned, otherwise we wouldn’t have to turn to… “ his head went to the group and suddenly remembering their presence, changed whatever words he had planned “… to outside help to deal with threats. But the Mayor’s office seems uninclined to help. You tell that self-righteous ass that if he doesn’t find this Drakthar and slay him within two days time, I will seek the dwarves and bury him under tons of rock!” And Skellerang stormed out.
Jenya sighed deeply and feigned a smile at the group. “He won’t really seek the dwarves,” she said, as if that helped. “He’d probably just get the Storm Blades to handle it, who will, make no mistake about it, collapse the tunnels and bury Drakthar under rock, along with your friends.”
“And would that stop a vampire?” Bellsin asked.
“No, not really. It would probably just irritate him,” Jenya sighed.
“He’s a vampire. We can’t fight a vampire!” Elizabeth’s frustration was getting out of control. “They are shadow and evil, they can’t be harmed by weapons, and they kill you by looking at you! I don’t know what Sir Alex thinks we are, but we are not paladins.”
Jenya, fortunately, was calm. “They are powerful, and some of what you say is true, but they have weaknesses as well. You may find they are less powerful than folk stories would indicate.” Jenya then pulled a large tome from the shelf, and she fell into his school teacher voice and related everything the book said about vampires. After a half hour of this talk, Elizabeth was no less frustrated.
“So let me see if I understand this: our weapons will not hurt him. There are ways to make it possible, but not within our means, or not without the members of our group that Drakthar controls. There are ways to resist his control, but again, not within our means. And there is no question that we are vastly overmatched.”
Rufus had no answer. Neither did Jenya, save to say “We will of course offer you what help we can. I would go with you myself if my duties did not prevent me. I confess I chafe at being restrained from acting directly in pursuit of justice but there is nothing I can do until the High Priest returns.”
Astrid had been largely silent up to this point. “Drakthar wants something. He wants to negotiate. Maybe we should try it. For that matter, it seems like he’s already angry at something. Maybe he tried to negotiate with someone and they rebuffed him and this is his play to be taken seriously.”
“That is a disturbing thought, but I’m scared to think of where it might lead,” Bellsin said.
“You might be right,” Elizabeth said “but if our interest is in getting the others back, I’m not sure uncovering such a thing would help quickly enough. But personally I’d be perfectly willing to negotiate, either under false pretenses or not. I suspect however that Sir Alex would not be inclined to try such a tactic.”
“No, he would not,” Jenya said flatly. “He will destroy Drakthar or die trying.”
“If we want our friends back, then all we can do is help him. If we can’t hurt the vampire, maybe we can deal with his minions for Sir Alex,” Elizabeth conceded.
“Or become them,” Astrid quipped ominously.
Drakthar’s Way – Chapter 4
OOC Notes:
Exp is 1,466 each. Tzaddik couldn’t make this session hence his absence from the story.
This Week’s Adventure:
At this point, the group had been up all night and they were looking tired. They withdrew to the bath house to get some rest before returning to finish the job. In the bath house they found six guards from the watch at the ready. Glyphandar began speaking to them and they just nodded at him and looked around him to Astrid and Elizabeth. It was clear that to him, authority comes at the end of a sword and he looked to the armored fighters for information.
“Most of them are dead but we’re not done yet. But we need some rest. We’re going to sleep and then go back down,” Elizabeth said curtly. “You might want to barricade that door for now.”
The guards nodded and did so, while the group collapsed. Some hours later they were rested and fed, and in some cases, bathed. (Something which I noticed always seems to improve Elizabeth’s temperament for reasons I can’t grasp.) Renewed, they descended again into the tunnels.
The large lava tube was the major unexplored area remaining, and they headed that direction, but not without first looking in on their earlier handiwork. Many of the goblin bodies were gone and there was less blood than there should have been. It was the blood that set off a gentle warning in my mind. Mind you I expected that the remaining residents would have discovered the death of their comrades, but the missing blood was… wrong.
We worked our way carefully down the gentle slope just waiting for the ambush that would surely be there. Bellsin was ahead of the group moving carefully, and suddenly his hand went up – there was something ahead. Elizabeth needed no further warnings and focused quickly and a single pure note of sound came from nowhere and hung in the air – she had formed her mental shield.
The goblins didn’t know what the sound was, but attacked all the same. A half dozen skirmishers came out from behind rocks, while crossbowmen fired from a ledge overhead. A goblin rider on a warg charged up and the rider dismounted in front of the group.
Whatever the Blue Tygers ate for breakfast, it wasn’t enough. Fate was against them, and every action they took seemed cursed. Maris tried to put the goblins on the ledge to sleep, but only one succumbed. Astrid found her strikes continually blocked. Another wolf rider and goblin attacked the back rank, and Elizabeth moved to that front, and while her blade struck hard, it wasn’t enough to drop the rider.
Then a goblin spellcaster loosed a ray of fire at Maris, and she immediately collapsed. The goblin did a little victory dance. Kris was able to heal her quickly though, and she retaliated by again calling up the grave mist and most of the weak goblin skirmishers succumbed to it. Unfortunately it wasn’t enough for the worgs or their riders. One wolf brought Glyph down who prudently scrambled away from the wolf, and then infused Elizabeth with greater strength.
The chaos continued, but there was little progress. The weaker goblins were dead but the worgs and riders were proving tenacious. Astrid was exchanging blows with her foes but was unable to strike true while Kris tried to help by invoking a thunderclap to stun the attackers. At the rear, Elizabeth brought her blade down hard on a wolf, and even channeling her personal power into the strike the wolf kept its feat. It snarled in response and with a bite and jerk pulled Elizabeth’s leg out from under her. She rolled on the ground and brought her falchion through a full swing and took the warg’s head off, and then rose to her feat, the riders attacks skittering across her invisible shield.
Then there was a slow clapping – almost amused. A voice echoed down the tunnel “Excellent. Waste your energy. Fly my children – fly!” This was followed by high-pitched screeching and flapping.
As the swarms of bats charged up the tunnel, everyone knew the situation had gone from bad to worse. By the time the bats arrived there was only one goblin and one worg left alive, both of which retreated, along with the spellcaster who disappeared just after nearly killing Maris. The bats swarmed people at random, and weapons swung wildly trying to fend them off. Their tiny bites continued to bleed and they nearly overcame Bellsin at one point before one of the girls diverted their attention. After several seconds of desperate flailing, the bats dispersed.
There were several seconds of silence, then more amused clapping. The voice called out again. “So you see my power.” The voice was coming from above. Just inside the light of the sunrods, a figure walked on the ceiling. It looked like a bugbear, but there was now no doubt it was really a vampire. “I do not waste more on you, for you are not worthy of it, and so I give you the death-of-a-thousand-cuts and weaken you with meaningless servants like goblins. The cage-masters will see. Your lords will have to deal with Drakthar.” It hissed in anger, ready to attack.
Astrid looked at Elizabeth. “Back?”
Elizabeth nodded quickly, understanding. They couldn’t fight the vampire when it was up there – they had to retreat. She called out “Everyone BACK!” and they started moving quickly towards the worked stone rooms (with lower ceilings).
The vampire tried to exert its will on Krisfallion, but his free spirit did not bend easily. Kris tried to repel the vampire but failed, and moved back a bit. Maris also could not resist the urge to fight, and used a spell to disrupt the vampire, and also moved back some. The girls didn’t understand why they weren’t in full retreat but continued to pull back, outpacing most of the others despite their full armor.
Drakthar was unamused by Maris’ attempt, and he turned his gaze on her next. He looked into her eyes and she folded, now a creature subject to his command. Kris tried to knock her unconscious but failed, and Glyph stopped to try to protect Maris from the vampire. Drakthar turned his gaze on Glyph, and he too succumbed.
Not good at all. Bellsin, Astrid and Elizabeth continued to fall back trying to find a favorable place to fight while Kris again tried to use his faith to repel the vampire, but the creature was just too strong. Drakthar attempted to bring Kris under his control again and again, and Kris finally was weak enough to fall prey to his will.
Bellsin and the girls had continued to run in a near panic. They weren’t certain what happened but they did know that there should be more of them than there were. They pulled back further to the stairs and waited a few seconds to see if any more of them came.
None did.
A rat crawled out of a nearby crack in the stone, its eyes glowing red, and it spoke. “I have your friends. If you want them, you must tell your masters they must deal with Drakthar, or Drakthar’s way is closed to them.”
Not knowing what else to do, they retreated up the stairs. I debated staying and trying to sneak around and find the others, but a vampire was nothing to be trifled with and I went with them.
The three of them came through the door in the bath house to see the crossbows of the guards trained on them. They ignored them and slammed the door behind them. The guards initial caution turned to confusion as they realized there were several people missing and those that were here were panicked.
Astrid looked at one of the guards. “Send for Captain Skellerang. NOW!” The guard looked at the ranking guard who nodded, then he left.
It took over an hour for Skellerang to arrive, during which time the survivor’s heartbeats had almost returned to normal. When he arrived, the Captain seemed somewhat perturbed at having to appear on the scene personally. “What’s going on here?!?” he demanded.
Elizabeth was stern in her tone. “What’s going on is that there’s a VAMPIRE down there! Drakthar is a vampire. He’s got the other three of us under his control.”
Skellerang stopped short, his face suddenly full of concern. “A vampire…” he thought for a moment analyzing it. “We are not equipped to deal with this. We must seek the church. Explain the details while we walk.”
The group explained what happened while they made for the temple of St. Cuthbert. At the threshold, Skellerang made obeisance to the Saint, illustrating that he was no stranger to this church. Rufus was near the foyer, and Skellerang called to him “I must see Jenya immediately. I will wait in the study. Has the High Priest returned yet?”
“No, sir. He has not.” Rufus said, and went to find Jenya.
Skellerang went to the study with the girls and Bellsin in tow. His familiarity made it clear he must worship here. It was only a few minutes before Jenya arrived. Skellerang quickly explained what the group had found.
“You’re sure?” Jenya asked, incredulous.
Elizabeth, mustering what courtesy she had left, replied “No, we are not sure. We have no means to test something like that – how could we possibly be ‘sure’? But you know what we have seen and you can draw what conclusion you will.”
Jenya nodded. “This is a matter more in your realm, Sir Alex,” she said over her shoulder.
A man entered – he must have been waiting outside but within earshot. “This is Sir Alex Tercival, a paladin in the service of St. Cuthbert,” Jenya said.
Sir Alex was ready for battle, wearing banded mail of stunning quality and a large sword slung over his back. He had a stern unforgiving look on his face. “This is most disturbing but I confess I am not surprised. This city is corrupt at its heart. The Mayor’s office will take weeks to decide anything, and all the while justice is not served in Saint Cuthbert’s name. Evil must be smitten!”
He looked at the girls and Bellsin. “Your help would be greatly appreciated but if necessary I will march alone, and I will march tonight. It sickens me to even stand inside this city’s walls, which is why I come here less and less. But I am here this day. If you wish to stand with me, I will smile upon it, but if you chose not to, I will not frown.”
The group thought silently for several moments before Elizabeth answered. “Our friends are held by this vampire, and we would recover them. But I fear that this creature is completely beyond our power. I am not sure how we could aid you.”
Sir Alex acted as if that was of no relevance. “At the fall of the sun I shall go forth. Meet me at this bath house if you chose to come. If not, then please provide some form of map or some such.” Sir Alex then left to pray and prepare.
No one said anything for some time. An air of desperation and powerlessness hung between the girls and Bellsin. Skellerang however was feeling something different – he was livid.
“Did you hear that?? He all but accused me of being corrupt. The pompous ass!” he spat.
“It’s just his way,” Jenya said, trying to soothe him. “He is a good man, just as you are. I’m not sure why the two of you are always at each other’s throats.”
“We do good work here, even if it is unappreciated. We’re horribly undermanned, otherwise we wouldn’t have to turn to… “ his head went to the group and suddenly remembering their presence, changed whatever words he had planned “… to outside help to deal with threats. But the Mayor’s office seems uninclined to help. You tell that self-righteous ass that if he doesn’t find this Drakthar and slay him within two days time, I will seek the dwarves and bury him under tons of rock!” And Skellerang stormed out.
Jenya sighed deeply and feigned a smile at the group. “He won’t really seek the dwarves,” she said, as if that helped. “He’d probably just get the Storm Blades to handle it, who will, make no mistake about it, collapse the tunnels and bury Drakthar under rock, along with your friends.”
“And would that stop a vampire?” Bellsin asked.
“No, not really. It would probably just irritate him,” Jenya sighed.
“He’s a vampire. We can’t fight a vampire!” Elizabeth’s frustration was getting out of control. “They are shadow and evil, they can’t be harmed by weapons, and they kill you by looking at you! I don’t know what Sir Alex thinks we are, but we are not paladins.”
Jenya, fortunately, was calm. “They are powerful, and some of what you say is true, but they have weaknesses as well. You may find they are less powerful than folk stories would indicate.” Jenya then pulled a large tome from the shelf, and she fell into his school teacher voice and related everything the book said about vampires. After a half hour of this talk, Elizabeth was no less frustrated.
“So let me see if I understand this: our weapons will not hurt him. There are ways to make it possible, but not within our means, or not without the members of our group that Drakthar controls. There are ways to resist his control, but again, not within our means. And there is no question that we are vastly overmatched.”
Rufus had no answer. Neither did Jenya, save to say “We will of course offer you what help we can. I would go with you myself if my duties did not prevent me. I confess I chafe at being restrained from acting directly in pursuit of justice but there is nothing I can do until the High Priest returns.”
Astrid had been largely silent up to this point. “Drakthar wants something. He wants to negotiate. Maybe we should try it. For that matter, it seems like he’s already angry at something. Maybe he tried to negotiate with someone and they rebuffed him and this is his play to be taken seriously.”
“That is a disturbing thought, but I’m scared to think of where it might lead,” Bellsin said.
“You might be right,” Elizabeth said “but if our interest is in getting the others back, I’m not sure uncovering such a thing would help quickly enough. But personally I’d be perfectly willing to negotiate, either under false pretenses or not. I suspect however that Sir Alex would not be inclined to try such a tactic.”
“No, he would not,” Jenya said flatly. “He will destroy Drakthar or die trying.”
“If we want our friends back, then all we can do is help him. If we can’t hurt the vampire, maybe we can deal with his minions for Sir Alex,” Elizabeth conceded.
“Or become them,” Astrid quipped ominously.
dravot
First Post
Good writeup, Zad.
It was a fun, though occasionally frustrating night.
Astrid faced a goblin and warg, and couldn't hit at all. The first attack missed by one (the warg was moving on all out defense), then the next 2 attacks were natural 1's, then the next attack was a natural 5, and still too low. Argh. :\
Amazingly, though, they couldn't hit her either. I think Astrid took 2 points of dmg until the bat swarms showed up.
I wanted us to move to someplace defensable, then try to take on the vampire. Being on the ceiling like that meant that we couldn't fight Drakthar directly. Once people started being dominated, even that option was right out.
It was a fun, though occasionally frustrating night.
Astrid faced a goblin and warg, and couldn't hit at all. The first attack missed by one (the warg was moving on all out defense), then the next 2 attacks were natural 1's, then the next attack was a natural 5, and still too low. Argh. :\
Amazingly, though, they couldn't hit her either. I think Astrid took 2 points of dmg until the bat swarms showed up.
I wanted us to move to someplace defensable, then try to take on the vampire. Being on the ceiling like that meant that we couldn't fight Drakthar directly. Once people started being dominated, even that option was right out.
Argent Silvermage
First Post
I'm sitting here looking at the information for the first level of Vampire Spawn.... Undead Artificer? Muwhahaha!
(It would never happen. I'm far to bad a player of evil characters.)
The interesting thing is that Wizardru has said that all of us becoming thralls of the "bugpire" would not stop the game. Now that's an interesting statement... There must be all sorts of interweaving of the plot lines for that to happen.
Make me even more excited to be playing this game.
(It would never happen. I'm far to bad a player of evil characters.)
The interesting thing is that Wizardru has said that all of us becoming thralls of the "bugpire" would not stop the game. Now that's an interesting statement... There must be all sorts of interweaving of the plot lines for that to happen.
Make me even more excited to be playing this game.
Scorch
Explorer
I have to admit: it was a little frustrating rolling nothing greater than a 3 for several critical dice throws in a row. At one point I threw the offending die across the room at the couch.
The thing is that Krisfallion could not leave a fifteen year old girl alone in the clutches of a monsterous vampiric bugbear. I would have stuck there until he either dominated me or I died fighting him. "It just ain't right" as he would put it.
It will certainly make for an interesting next session.
Ah well, at least I get to take my revenge this Friday when we run my campaign.![:]](http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devious.png "Devious :]")
Scorch
The thing is that Krisfallion could not leave a fifteen year old girl alone in the clutches of a monsterous vampiric bugbear. I would have stuck there until he either dominated me or I died fighting him. "It just ain't right" as he would put it.
It will certainly make for an interesting next session.
Ah well, at least I get to take my revenge this Friday when we run my campaign.
Scorch
dravot
First Post
Scorch said:
Dravot would have made the same decision. Astrid isn't Dravot though.
Astrid doesn't believe in leaving a comrade in arms behind, but she also recognizes the tactical realities - all she wanted was to fight Drakthar someplace that gave the group an even chance, but Maris stayed to fight. By the time you guys were dominated, Astrid was halfway toward the entrance anyway, and it was better to retreat and gather resources for a followup than to make a useless sacrifice (in her opinion)
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