<DM> (cue boss music) <Fordran> (/me draws his Singing Katana.) <Fordran> (*sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeennnngggggggggg*) <Fordran> (...*nnngggngnggnggngngggg*) <DM> Everyone make a DC 15 Will save against Fear. <Vita> (I forget - he's large now, right?) <Erias> Ahem. <Fordran> (i don't like how this starts) <DM> Colin, let people know what bonuses they get <Erias> okay. <DM> Vita: Yes, large <Vita> (No hope that this is an illusion?) <Erias> Anyone within 10' of me gets a +4 on this save. <Fordran> |roll d20+13 <tafal> 22 | [d20=9] [+13=13] <DM> Feel free to try to save against his apparent size. <Foster> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 27 | [d20=17] [+10=10] <Erias> Fordran, Sam and Apol get the +4, I believe. <Vita> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 11 | [d20=6] [+5=5] <DM> Fordran is stirred, but not shaken, by this turn of events. <Vita> (I guess I don't need to try and save against illusion then) <Sam> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 32 | [d20=20] [+12=12] <DM> Foster does not phear. <Fordran> (pwned) <Sam> (pfft, like i needed that 20) <DM> Sam says, "Pshaw, whatever." <Sam> ("Bah! I see this all the time!") <DM> Vita is shaken for... <DM> |roll 4d6 <tafal> 15 | [4d6=15] <DM> 15 rounds <Erias> gnah. <Fordran> (holygod) <Vita> (Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!) <Vita> "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" <Apol> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 15 | [d20=11] [+4=4] <Fordran> (it's worse for her because she's Small.) <Fordran> (and Apol goes "Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhh.") <DM> (Shaken: Characters who are shaken take a -2 penalty on attack rolls, saving throws, skill checks, and ability checks.) <DM> Vita, roll for Pup <Erias> I'm just gonna skip the rolling, if that's cool. <Fordran> (zomgnerfpaladins) <DM> Well, okay, but only because I like you. <Erias> Woo! <DM> Apol actually had a +9, but she made it :P <Fordran> (I was gonna say.) <Apol> (sorry my broccoli was distracting me. I will pay attention now. ;) <Foster> (True to character~) <DM> (heh) <DM> Audrey? <Fordran> (i believe my Shiny Mace has 5 rounds of existence left) <Erias> (Tafal didn't log the topic change that listed init order, if any) <Fordran> (i don't think we put it in topic) <DM> I have the init order, but we're gonna reroll, after pup rolls <Erias> (okay) <Foster> (My Glowing Angelic Being has 5 rounds remaining as well) <Vita> (oh shit, sorry) <Fordran> (why don't i get Glowing Angelic Beings) <Foster> (bad friend) <Vita> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 8 | [d20=7] [+1=1] <Fordran> (horrible) <Fordran> (i don't get a planar ally for another level ; ;) <Vita> Pup whimpers <DM> Pup has 4HD, right? <Vita> Yep <DM> |roll 4d6 <tafal> 11 | [4d6=11] <DM> Pup is Panicked for 11 rounds. <DM> (Panicked: Characters who are panicked are shaken, and they run away from the source of their fear as quickly as they can. Other than running away from the source, their path is random. They flee from all other dangers that confront them rather than facing those dangers. Panicked characters cower if they are prevented from fleeing.) <DM> Re-init, Pets will act on Masters' turns. <Vita> (What happens when he runs off the battle mat) <Apol> (sound like civilians in CoH) <Fordran> (he keeps running) <Fordran> (for as far as he can run in 11 rounds) <DM> (He runs for 1 minute and 6 seconds, then comes running back) <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 9 | [d20=8] [+1=1] <Fordran> (use your Trinket, pup) <Vita> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 8 | [d20=4] [+4=4] <Fordran> |roll d20 <tafal> 17 | [d20=17] <Erias> |roll d20 <tafal> 17 | [d20=17] <Fordran> (dex 10?) <Erias> (yes.) <Sam> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 8 | [d20=4] [+4=4] <Erias> (roll-off?) <Fordran> (rerolling with colin only) <DM> roll off * Sam smirks. <Fordran> |roll d20 <tafal> 19 | [d20=19] <Erias> |roll d20 <tafal> 8 | [d20=8] <Apol> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 3 | [d20=2] [+1=1] * Apol is distracted by everything. * DM changes topic to 'ECLIPSE | Fordran 17, Erias 17, Foster 9, Vita/Pup 8, Sam 8, Apol 3' <DM> -> Fordran <DM> But first... <DM> How hurt does everyone look? <DM> (This is for Fordran's convenience) * Fordran appears Unhurt. <Fordran> (...so far.) <Apol> (hurt?) * Foster appears Unhurt. * Sam looks unhurt. * Apol appears unhurt. * Vita looks unhurt * Erias looks more or less unhurt. <Erias> (thanks, Fordran!) * DM Large, Glowing Bad Guy looks Unhurt. <Fordran> (that everyone?) <DM> -> Fordran <Fordran> First, the Glowing Mace takes a swing. <DM> (remember to add Wis~) <Fordran> (you mean BAB~) <Fordran> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 12 | [d20=4] [+8=8] <DM> The mace rebounds harmlessly off of the knight's glowing form. <Fordran> "Pelor, strike down thine enemies!" (Targeted Dispel Magic) <Erias> (ooh, nice.) <DM> (Dispel check) <Fordran> (tell me to roll each one; rolling first) <Fordran> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 24 | [d20=17] [+7=7] <Sam> (Tea: It Does A Monkly Body Good.) <Fordran> (dispels up to 13) <Fordran> (any further dispels?) <DM> The glowing nimbus fades from him. <DM> Another check. <Fordran> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 13 | [d20=6] [+7=7] <DM> Another check. <Fordran> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 26 | [d20=19] [+7=7] <Fordran> (lvl 15) <DM> Another check. <Fordran> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 21 | [d20=14] [+7=7] <Fordran> (10) <DM> Okay. <DM> Are you done? <Fordran> (done, staying put) <DM> -> Erias <Erias> I'd like to take a 5' step back and cast a... uhoh. <Erias> how tall? 8'? <DM> Yes. <Erias> Uh... I'm going to go ahead and move back 10' and cast a spell. <Erias> Lemme re-request. <Erias> Lemme hope I take this on my shield. <DM> |roll d20+16 <tafal> 34 | [d20=18] [+16=16] <DM> (AoO) * Erias whimpers. <Erias> Uh... hit. <DM> |roll 2d6+11 <tafal> 17 | [2d6=6] [+11=11] <Erias> gnergh. <DM> The large greatsword creases Erias' armor as he tries to leap out of the enlarged knight's reach. * Erias staggers back out of reach, shakes his head and chants a brief prayer. <Erias> I'm done. <DM> -> Foster <Foster> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 21 | [d20=6] [+15=15] <Foster> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 17 | [d20=6] [+11=11] <Foster> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 13 | [d20=2] [+11=11] <Foster> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 29 | [d20=18] [+11=11] <Foster> (tafal, why do you hate?) <DM> Nothing seems to happen. <Foster> Angelic Being also attacks. <Foster> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 24 | [d20=14] [+10=10] <DM> damage <Foster> |roll d8+10 <tafal> 11 | [d8=1] [+10=10] <Foster> trip <DM> Autotrip? <Foster> Yes. <DM> Ok, contested <Foster> rather, autocheck <Foster> and they can't trip in return. <DM> roll it <Foster> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 9 | [d20=2] [+7=7] <Foster> (fuck you, tafal. just fuck you) <DM> (I don't think that beats his bonus :P) <Foster> (Yes. Lameness) <Foster> That concludes my turn. <DM> The angelic being strikes at the knight's knee, attempting to buckle the leg, but only succeeds in injuring him. <DM> -> Vita/Pup <Vita> *Pup yipes, turns, and runs off of the battlemat* * DM changes topic to 'ECLIPSE | Fordran 17, Erias 17, Foster 9, Vita/Pup 8, Sam 8, Apol 3 | -11/???' * Vita shakily takes a 5-foot step (requested) and shoots off a barrage of arrows <Vita> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 31 | [d20=20] [+11=11] <Vita> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 18 | [d20=7] [+11=11] <Vita> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 18 | [d20=12] [+6=6] <DM> Er. <Vita> (that's 11/11/6 - 2 for fear, +1 for 30 feet, +1 for size) <DM> Rapidshot lets you fire two as a full-round action <Foster> (presumably, second roll is to confirm critical) <Vita> (that was many shot) <DM> oh <DM> dur. <DM> Me and my keen attention to detail. <Vita> (wait now) <Vita> (no) <Vita> (now I'm confused) <Vita> (I have rapid shot down as 3) <Erias> Vita's right <DM> Ok, that was actually 31 (18 to confirm), 23 <Erias> (You can get one extra attack per round with a ranged weapon. The attack is at your highest base attack bonus, but each attack you make in that round (the extra one and the normal ones) takes a –2 penalty. You must use the full attack action to use this feat.) <DM> Oh. <Fordran> (manyshot -- two attacks at +11, iterative at +6) <DM> I thought it was rapidshot. <Fordran> (so, still need a crit confirm at +11) <DM> Ok, confirm the first <Erias> They're not particularly indicative names. <Vita> confirming crit <Vita> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 17 | [d20=6] [+11=11] <Fordran> (why must tafal hate.) <Foster> (tafal is a bot scripted with pure hate) <Vita> ((if you look at my character sheet the feats they way I understand them are spelled out, R)) <DM> (ok) <DM> The first shot catches him in the neck, but is not instantly fatal, the other two ricochet off. <DM> damage <Vita> |roll d4+3 <tafal> 7 | [d4=4] [+3=3] * DM changes topic to 'ECLIPSE | Fordran 17, Erias 17, Foster 9, Vita/Pup 8, Sam 8, Apol 3 | -18/???' <DM> -> Sam <Vita> ((god, crit would have been x3... DAMN YOU TAFAL)) * Sam bobs and weaves around Voltron Knight (dodge target). * Sam pulls out a pointy arrow-like thing (siangham) and tries to stabbity. <DM> Flurry, or? <DM> Oh wait, you can't this round. <Sam> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 21 | [d20=12] [+9=9] <DM> damage <Sam> |roll 1d6+2 <tafal> 3 | [1d6=1] [+2=2] <Sam> (tafal, hate, etc.) <DM> Sam manages to draw a bit of blood from a bit of exposed calf * DM changes topic to 'ECLIPSE | Fordran 17, Erias 17, Foster 9, Vita/Pup 8, Sam 8, Apol 3 | -21/???' <DM> -> Apol * Apol shakes the wand in hand with even greater vigor at the bloated knight. <DM> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 5 | [d20=2] [+3=3] <Foster> (pwnt) <DM> The large knight tightens up rigidly, dropping his greatsword, which shrinks as it clatters to the cobbles. <Fordran> (Coo'.) <Fordran> (de Grace.) <Apol> (woot!) <Erias> (*blink*) <Fordran> (tafal rolleth, and tafal taketh away) * Apol flies down and lands on the knights head. <Apol> done. <DM> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 15 | [d20=12] [+3=3] <DM> The knight tenses, but is unable to move. <DM> -> Fordran * Fordran looks a little surprised, but still wary. <Fordran> (hang on, this changes my plans) <Apol> (I honestly didn't think that would work) * Fordran takes a 5 foot step back. (requested) <DM> (Now you understand the D&D phrase "Save or Die") * DM denies him, out of spite. <DM> (Just kidding) <Foster> (this is technically "save or be fucked"~) <Fordran> "What... uh... Pelor, shine down your light..." (Nimbus of Light, not released) * Fordran starts glowing. <Fordran> Shiny Mace attacks. <Fordran> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 25 | [d20=17] [+8=8] <DM> Coup de Grace? <Fordran> (3 rounds left after this) <Fordran> (can it?) <DM> I... think... so? <Fordran> (if you say so, then autocrit) <DM> Roll damage <Fordran> |roll 2d8+4 <tafal> 14 | [2d8=10] [+4=4] <Fordran> (Skate^WSave or die!) <Vita> (that's an auto-crit?) <Fordran> (CdG is, on a Helpless creature) <DM> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 25 | [d20=14] [+11=11] <DM> He does not automatically die. <Fordran> (melee, or ranged attack from 5') * DM changes topic to 'ECLIPSE | Fordran 17, Erias 17, Foster 9, Vita/Pup 8, Sam 8, Apol 3 | -35/???' <Fordran> (e.g. putting an arrow through their left pupil) <Fordran> (done) <DM> -> Erias <Erias> (yarg.) <DM> Oh, Erias, you take... <DM> |roll d6 <tafal> 3 | [d6=3] <DM> 3 more damage <Erias> ...ow. <DM> The Greatsword was Large <DM> I forgot to add that in. <Erias> ah, right. <Erias> Okay, I'm charging. <Erias> (Erias hasn't had time to fully evaluate the situation, although as players we all know he's held.) <Erias> |roll d20+18 <tafal> 20 | [d20=2] [+18=18] <Erias> ...hunh. Well, that -5 for a 0 dex might help. <Fordran> (har) <Foster> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 13 | [d20=8] [+5=5] <DM> What's that? <DM> Oh. <DM> Roll damage <Erias> |roll 1d8+4+7+5d6 <tafal> 23 | [1d8=5] [+4=4] [+7=7] [+5d6=7] <Erias> (jesus christ.) <Fordran> (what the.) <Erias> (...) <Vita> (Audrey the player is totally confused by Foster's roll and Colin's current damage roll) <Apol> (Apol is ruddy brown with envy.) <Foster> (Knowledge check to exploit poor will save~) <Erias> (how did I get a 7 on 5d6?) <Foster> (tafal hates) <Erias> (must stab tafal in eye.) <DM> Erias charges the giant knight, determination and pain on his face, bringing the mace across the knight's chestplate with a bone-jarring crunch. <Erias> (luckily, this is a situation in which we can afford bad rolls. Because he had one.) * DM changes topic to 'ECLIPSE | Fordran 17, Erias 17, Foster 9, Vita/Pup 8, Sam 8, Apol 3 | -58/???' * Erias watches the knight warily, keeping his guard up. <Erias> Done. <DM> -> Foster <Foster> Being coup de gras <Foster> |roll 2d8+20 <tafal> 26 | [2d8=6] [+20=20] <DM> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 23 | [d20=12] [+11=11] <DM> The angelic being brings both fists down on the knight's back in an overhead strike, resulting in a sickening crunch <DM> The knight, still rigidly suspended, seems to go limp. * Sam tries not to look at the Angelic Being as he watches the knight for signs of life. <DM> The body shimmers a bit... <DM> Fort saves, everyone <Sam> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 19 | [d20=12] [+7=7] <Erias> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 20 | [d20=5] [+15=15] <Fordran> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 18 | [d20=10] [+8=8] <Vita> (Does Pup need to?) <DM> No <Apol> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 25 | [d20=15] [+10=10] <Fordran> (yipe yipe yipe) <DM> Pup is only 2 rounds out <Foster> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 22 | [d20=14] [+8=8] <Vita> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 25 | [d20=19] [+6=6] <DM> Fordran and Sam are blinded for.. <DM> |roll 1d4 <tafal> 3 | [1d4=3] <DM> 3 rounds <Fordran> (bugger) <DM> Everyone else is forced to look away as light pours from the knight * Fordran covers his eyes. <DM> When you blink away the sparklies, the body is gone. <Sam> "Gaaah!" <Fordran> "Rrrgh..." * Apol floats to the ground. * Erias looks grim. * Sam panics into a hyper-ready stance, feeling around for enemies. * Vita looks relieved <Fordran> "Wh... what's going on?" * Fordran is looking around, but isn't actually looking around. <Vita> "At least now it can't step on me anymore" * Foster dismisses his summon, walks over to rest of group. <Apol> "He's gone!" * Fordran 's Glowy Mace floats back toward him, and shimmers out of view just as Fordran gets his sight back. <Foster> "I really, really don't like the Church of the Eternal Orb." * Vita looks towards the group, then looks anxiously in the direction that Pup went <Erias> "Of course. He's one of them, he drinks the magic juice, so whoever it is gets his... soul. Body. Something." * Vita calls tentatively "Pup?" <Sam> (insert kool-aid joke here) <Foster> "However, I highly suggest that we be Not Here." <DM> Pup comes running back. <Erias> "Agreed." * Fordran , still glowing, notes, "remind me not to stare at anyone who's glowing." * Vita moves to the party * Apol looks around for people in the area. * Sam relaxes a mite. <Foster> (afk briefly) <Erias> "I suggest we continue to the warehouse." <Vita> "Sure... but are we actually going to go into the warehouse?" <DM> Yawin comes out of the shadows, sheathing his sword. <DM> Yawin: "My apologies, I was about to strike." * Erias tenses and relaxes. * Vita notes to Fordran that *HE* is glowing * Sam blinks away the blindness. "Highly unnatural." <Fordran> "What? Oh." * Fordran pauses. * Vita pointedly looks away from Fordran <Fordran> "Are we going to be sneaking into the warehouse now?" <Erias> "I think they were looking for you, Yawin." <DM> "Yes, I heard." <DM> He reaches down and picks up an amulet on a beaded chain. <Erias> "Yes, let's head to the warehouse. And at least get out of this intersection." <Fordran> "Shall I stop glowing?" * Erias begins walking slowly north, waiting for the others * Sam walks after Erias, definitely looking away from anything glowy. * Vita follows Erias closely, mounting Pup if he begins to walk too fast for her <Erias> "I... well, it's up to you. Stealth isn't really working well for us so far." * Erias glances at Yawin and the amulet. * Apol walks over to the sword on the ground. <DM> Yawin dangles it in front of himself. <Fordran> "Probably best not to announce our presence unnecessarily." <DM> Colored specks play across the face closest to Yawin. * Apol pulls out the monocle and looks at the sword then around the area. * Fordran dispels his glow, as well as the potential damage it could have caused. <Foster> (back) <Vita> "I... could try and scout ahead a little, but if there isn't a source or light in there I won't be able to do much" * Apol tries to lift the sword. <Fordran> "Let me help you with that, Apol." <Erias> "Vita, why don't you stay a bit in front of us... and just keep an eye out. Don't go far." * Fordran heads over, tries to lift the sword. <DM> You pick it up fine, Fordran. <Erias> "Yawin... I know it doesn't look for evil, because that's what he was." * Vita stays afoot and sneaks quietly ahead of the party <DM> Yawin: "I think... it detects those of my... condition..." <Apol> "Ok, Fordran, you can hold on to my sword for now." * Sam mumbles something unflattering about greatswords. <DM> Yawin extends it towards Erias. <Erias> "Yes, that was my guess, although I wasn't sure how to put it." <DM> Yawin: "Perhaps you'd better hold onto this." * Vita gestures for Pup to remain with the others * Erias looks carefully at Yawin and takes the amulet. <Fordran> "How are you going to use it? It's twice as big as you." <Apol> "hmm. I can sit on it." <Fordran> "Um. Won't that hurt?" <Sam> "How does anyone use such a dreadfully bulky weapon?" <Foster> (Apol eats poison.) <Apol> "And one day I might be able to use it. And it won't hurt if I don't sit on the point end." <Fordran> "Ask Erias. He was mostly on the receiving end." <Foster> "Well, generally, you lift it, then slam it down on someone." * Erias looks at Fordran. <Fordran> "I use maces, not these things." <Erias> "Speaking of which, if you could do anything about my injuries, that would be wonderful." <Erias> "I have some small ability myself, as well." <Fordran> "Of course." <DM> (shping) * Fordran pulls out his Handy Wand of Shpining. <Fordran> Shpinging. <Sam> "I guess it works well enough on slow-moving targets who choose to clad themselves in metal armor..." <Apol> (no one uses swords in the group?) <Fordran> |roll 1d8+7 <tafal> 11 | [1d8=4] [+7=7] <Foster> (Well, I guess I could take nonprof penalties, but, uh, damage caster~) * Sam doesn't even carry a dagger (visibly). <Foster> (I have a stick) <Fordran> "How are you feeling now, Erias?" <Erias> "I am trained in the use of swords, and happy to carry it if you like." * Vita moves back to the group <Fordran> "You'll have to ask Apol." <Erias> "Much better, thank you." * Fordran chuckles a little. <Vita> "Well, it looks clear up ahead" <Fordran> "It'd be nice if it had a... the thing you put swords in. When you're not using them." <Apol> "That would be ok with me.... if I can maybe see that amulet sometimes?" <Erias> (You can probably tell I'm not fully healed... more like half hp) * Fordran looks at Vita. "Sounds good." <Foster> "Let us advance with all reasonable haste, then." <Vita> "It appears that there is a familiar... cellar... up ahead" * Erias chuckles. <Vita> "with double doors" <Fordran> "Wait, you're still oozing blood some, Erias." <Fordran> *shping* * Erias walks forward with the rest of the party while talking. <Fordran> |roll d8+7 <tafal> 14 | [d8=7] [+7=7] <Erias> "Sure, Apol, you're welcome to take a look at the amulet from time to time." * Sam rolls his eyes. (I got a 3!) <Erias> "Ahh... thank you, Fordran. I feel fine now." <Fordran> "Are you sure? We don't know what to expect in that warehouse." <DM> You see the now-familiar entrance to the warehouse at the end of the alleyway. * Fordran looks at the sword that he's still holding as if it were a dead squirrel. <Fordran> "Oh, you're better off holding this." * Erias gently takes the sword from Fordran. * Erias ... uh... straps it somewhere? * Fordran puts away his Wand of Shping. <Apol> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 14 | [d20=10] [+4=4] <Sam> "Why do I not find the familiarity of this location comforting?" <Foster> "We've been here several times previously. It being familiar is not terribly odd." * Vita quietly tries to check if the doors are locked <DM> Locked. <Vita> "The door is locked, again" * Fordran looks at Foster. "Can you do that... thing of yours?" <Foster> Sure. * Apol says, "Want me to chew on it again?" *distaste* but trying to be helpful. <Erias> "I can open it... slowly... and loudly. I like Foster's way better." * Foster taps the lockplate. <DM> You hear a light clink, and the slither of heavy chains on metal, then stone. * Erias mutters to Apol. <Fordran> (<zeldanoise>) <DM> Then silence. <DM> Someone gonna try opening the door? :P <Fordran> (nah. we go get drunk.) * Apol whispers back to Erias. * Erias walks forward and opens the door. <DM> The doors swing open easily. * Vita stands behind Erias and tries to peek in under his arm <DM> A length of heavier chain is on the stone steps. <DM> Anyone carrying a light source? <Foster> Yes. <Fordran> (i can be.) <Foster> Torch-size emanation. <Apol> "Hey those are new." <Foster> (rather, continual flame) <DM> Down the steps, you dimly see the edges of some crates. <Fordran> "What are?" <Apol> "The boxes" <Fordran> "Oh." <Fordran> (Just a box.) <Vita> "It was empty before." * Erias begins walking slowly down. <Erias> very slowly. <DM> Ref save. <DM> *click* <DM> (just Erias) <Erias> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 30 | [d20=18] [+12=12] <Erias> (sorry, that was a _really_ inopportune time for the phone to ring) <DM> Erias dives out of the way as a springloaded rock shoots out at his head from the rafters, bounces around, and rolls to a stop on the weighted plank that triggered the trap. <DM> It seems to have a note tied to it. * Erias eyes it, looks around. <DM> The rock is about the size of a walnut. <DM> It wouldn't have hurt. <Erias> Bah. * Vita leans down and prods at the walnut with her bow * Erias gingerly steps further down to look at the rock. <Vita> (I mean, rock) <Fordran> "Be careful, Erias, it could be a trap." <Fordran> "I mean. The rock. Could be a trap." <Vita> *prodprod* <DM> Nothing happens. * Erias sighs and picks up the rock. * Erias reads the note. <DM> "Gotcha. You guys are creepy, we're sailing away after tonight. -A" <Erias> Heh. * Erias reads the note aloud, if he hasn't already. <Foster> "That would be Bloodnose's First Mate, I expect." * Vita sighs <Fordran> "A?" <Erias> "I see." <Foster> "Antonius? Something like that." <Fordran> "What's that's supposed to mean? Was that for us?" <Erias> "I'm really not sure." <DM> Looking around, you see about a dozen wooden crates, a little under 3 feet to an edge. <Foster> "Dubious. Probably for the Church types." <Vita> "I don't like that we're expected" <Fordran> "Hope so. I wouldn't say we're creepy." <Fordran> "That Church, however." * Erias looks around. * Erias takes another few steps down. <Erias> "Should we take a look in the crates, then?" <Fordran> "Should be informative." * Vita nods <Foster> "Yes. Be on guard." * Erias walks to a crate and begins inspecting it. <DM> It is entirely unmarked <DM> Parts of it have dirty handprints. <DM> some of the edges and corners are scuffed from moving. * Vita keeps her bow at the ready * Erias tries to see if there's an easy way to open it, and if not, uses the greatsword to try to lever it open. * Apol sniffs around a crate .. and smells wood. <DM> the top is nailed down, you pry it open with the greatsword. <DM> there's a scrawny unconscious man in traveller's clothes scrunched inside, packed with a bare amount of straw. <Vita> (how tall are the crates?) <DM> There's an egg sized bruise on his forehead. * Erias sighs, and checks vitals. <DM> Still alive <Fordran> (3') <DM> (slightly smaller than 3'x3'x3') <Vita> (wow, cramped) * Fordran peers into the crate. "Pelor..." <Fordran> "Check the others, I'll see to him." <Erias> "Okay, we need to get these people out of here. Or at least be here to defend them when... whoever it is comes for them." * Fordran pulls out his wand of Shping. * Vita looks into the crate and swears in Gnomish <Apol> "Should we call for help?" * Fordran shpings. <Foster> "Summoning the watch may be worthwhile." <Vita> "The local police might want to know about this sort of thing..." <DM> The man coughs, and eyes roll around in startlement! <Erias> "Can we .. oh." <DM> "Don't hurt me!" <Fordran> "Shh... calm down." <DM> "I have... wait." <Fordran> "You'll be all right." <Foster> "It's alright. We're here to help." * Sam starts messing with another easily accessible crate, prying open with kama if need be. <DM> "Why am I in a box?" <Erias> "It's okay. We's here to rescue you." <Vita> "Who should go for the watch?" * Erias glows with charisma. <DM> There's a small girl inside Sam's crate. <Fordran> "We were hoping you'd be able to tell us, but that's not important right now." <Apol> "I can get the night watch." <Fordran> "Yes, go. Quickly." <Erias> "Apol, if you can do it without getting attacked... go." * Fordran moves to Sam's crate. <Fordran> *shping* <DM> "Eeeek!" * Apol leaps into the air, nods and flies off. * Erias begins opening other crates. <Sam> "I could have pulled her out of the crate first." <DM> "Don't hurt me!!" * Vita moves towards the girl <Fordran> "It's okay, we're here to help." <Vita> "It's ok honey, we're here to help you" * Sam works on other crates, etc. * Vita tries to stand between the Large Men in Armor and the girl <Apol> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 22 | [d20=13] [+9=9] * Fordran looks at all the boxes. <Sam> (hey! i'm not in armor!) * DM * The girl whimpers. * Foster is unarmored and friendly-lookin. * Fordran lets out a breath. <Erias> "I'm sorry we look scary, little one. We're going to try to get you and everyone else back home." * Erias continues working on boxes. * Fordran dutifully follows Erias and Sam, shpinging people as needed. (give me number of charges to remove from my wand) * Vita continues to try and calm the girl down <DM> Sam's next box is not nailed shut. <DM> He lifts it to find... <Sam> (A reflex save?) <Fordran> (BEHOLDERS) <DM> Grant, snoring gently. <DM> He shifts a little in his sleep. * Sam motions to Fordran. <Foster> "Glad to see you stuck to the plan." <Fordran> "What... Grant?" <Foster> (not that he hears me) <Fordran> "I wonder if..." * Sam gives Grant a funny look (not that he'd notice) and moves on. * Fordran prods Grant. <Foster> "Remeber how we were going to infiltrate this place? He's on the ball." <Erias> "Impressive. Unless he was captured." <DM> Grant: "*mumble mutter* ... milk the cow later.. mrzz" <Fordran> "Grant. Wake up. Don't have been knocked out or anything like that." <Fordran> "Grant!" <Foster> "Crate wasn't nailed shut, and he's just napping." <DM> "YA!" <DM> He jumps awake, and strikes at the box. <Fordran> "Shh!" <DM> His fist punches through the side of the crate, as he looks around at you. <DM> "Oh.." <DM> "I uh, was guardin' the boxes, but you guys were takin' too long." <Fordran> "Er. Well, that won't do." <Fordran> "Sorry, we ran into some delays." <Fordran> "A delay." * Fordran looks at the hole in the crate. <Foster> "I wouldn't worry about it too much." <Erias> "A delay that killed two other delays. Bastard." <Fordran> "Better get rid of this one, might raise suspicion." * Fordran moves on to other crates. * Vita probably continues chatting to the girl and tries to move the freed people to the safest-looking place in the room <Foster> "Rescuing all these people is going to be suspicious enough, I'd think." * Fordran thinks about that. <Erias> "It's unlikely we'll be able to keep up the charade long enough to get taken somewhere." <Erias> "But it's possible we can still ambush those who arrive here." <Fordran> "Ah. That works too, I suppose." <Vita> "If we're lucky we can get the local guard to remove these innocents first" <Fordran> (how many more boxen?) <DM> Apol swoops in from the night. <DM> 12 total <Apol> "Mob! coming! out now!" <Fordran> (so, 11 people that needed charges?) <Fordran> (or not) <Foster> "Angry mob or helpful mob?" <Erias> "Wait what now?" * Fordran spins around. "Mob?" <Vita> "What about the guard?!" <Erias> "Get them into a protected area." <Apol> "Two constables are talking to them. Lots of them, all angry at us for killing the knight." * Erias draws his mace and walks to the stairs. <Vita> "Shit." <Fordran> "Fantastic." * Sam growls. <Foster> "Lock those doors up." <Foster> "We can get out through the sewers." <DM> From the outside? <Apol> "They are a few blocks away. Hurry?" <DM> Ah ok. <Erias> "I can try talking to them..." <Vita> "Will we take these people with us?" <Fordran> "No time for that, Erias." * Erias grimaces. <Fordran> "We need to get these people to safety first." <DM> Confused scrawny man: "What's going on?" *scared* <Erias> "True." * Foster goes and chains the cellar doors shut, then opens the sewer grate. <Sam> (<ahnold>Come with us if you want to live.</ahnold>) <Fordran> (question: did we manage to shping all 11 captives?) <DM> (sure) <Vita> "We're trying to rescue you guys, but we had to do some things that got people angry at us in the process" <DM> (sam: heh) <Fordran> (deducting 9 more charges) * Apol pulls out the extra chain and lock from bag. <Erias> "You were kidnapped by the Church of the Eternal Orb. They were going to kill you and make you go all glowy to give their god power." * Erias forgets for a moment that he has a high diplomacy skill. <Vita> "You are free to either come with us or wait here for the guards" <DM> "What? Church?" <Fordran> "Tourists. Travelers. Right. We'll explain later -- just come with us." <Erias> "Do you think the mob will really do any harm to them? They wouldn't attack innocents publicly..." <Fordran> "It's a mob, Erias. Mobs can be very dangerous." <Vita> "I don't know if these people are equipped to go through the sewers, are they?" <DM> "Sewers?" * Fordran looks at the captives. <Erias> "Okay. Do what you can and I'll stay at the door for now." * Vita starts moving towards the sewer grate thingy, trying to get it open or something <Sam> "They look better-equipped for sewers than for angry mobs." * Apol hands the lock and chain to Erias, "Want me to go back out and watch for them?" <Erias> "Sure, Apol, thanks." <Fordran> "Can you all walk? Is anyone injured?" * Apol flies back out. <DM> Yawin looks hard at the man, "Listen, your life depends on it. There is a horde of angry orcs rampaging in town. You have been advised to take shelter underground. Now follow this good knight, and you'll be safe." <Vita> "Orcs?!" * Fordran opens his mouth, closes it. * Vita looks confused and concerned * Erias looks sad. <DM> Yawin stares into the man's eyes, and waves a hand at Vita without looking. <DM> The man gulps, and nods, frightened. * Sam over-dramaticizes, "...especially mobs of angry rampaging orcs." <Foster> "No need to panic. We'd best get to the escaping, since yammering will just get us killed." <Fordran> "Let's move." * Vita shrugs and continues to work towards getting into the sewer * Fordran leads on through the grate, casting Light on his buckler. * Foster takes up the rear. * Fordran helps people down as needed. <Foster> to Fordran "Let's try and take a non-church exit from these, eh?" * Erias stays at the door for now. * Vita stays with the people who follow, comforting the younger ones and generally trying to be friendly * Sam pulls out his torch and goes somewhere in the middle of the group. <Fordran> "Splendid idea." * Apol flies in and hovers near the door. * Vita gets Pup into the sewers too, somehow <Apol> "They are searching." <Foster> "We had best get that door closed before they notice lights. <DM> Pup jumps down with a splash, huffing in distaste at the smell. <Fordran> "Everyone stay as quiet as you can down here." * Erias has closed the door and locked it if it wasn't already. <DM> Door locked, chained. * Fordran sloshes forward. <Apol> "They are about two to three blocks away searching different areas." * Erias waits until most of the group is down the grate before moving away from the door. <DM> Okay, everyone else but Apol and Erias are down. <Erias> Okay. * Apol follows <Fordran> "Don't suppose anyone here has a map of the sewers? No." * Erias climbs down and tries to close the grate if possible. <DM> Apol can close it <DM> Flight, and all. * Erias nods and sloshes forward. <Foster> "We can have Apol fly ahead and scout." <Fordran> "Right." <DM> The captives are murmuring worriedly amongst themselves. * Apol closes the grate and flies down. * Erias tries to stay near the bulk of the prisoners. <DM> "... never coming to Threecrown again!" <Erias> (I give them a +4 vs fear!) <Vita> "We'll have you out of here as soon as we can, I know it's not the most pleasant way to move about" <Erias> (Okay, yeah, that's stretching it.) <Fordran> (You gain Aura of Courage.) <Fordran> (Aura of Courage fades from you.) <Fordran> Slosh, slosh. <Vita> Splish, splish <Erias> So we're going in a straight line so far? <DM> You approach the sewer junction <DM> Yes. <Apol> Apol flies ahead (right?) <DM> To the left leads to the Church. <Fordran> "So, left is bad. Which way" * Erias looks around. "Away from the church, I guess?" <DM> Right was the Otyugh dead end. <Fordran> "Looks like straight." <Vita> "Straight?" * Fordran sloshes on. * Erias nods, sloshes. * Foster continues to act as rear guard. <Apol> "Croc came from this way" * Apol flies a little ahead straining to see anything. <Apol> *mumbles* "nothing, nothing" *mumbles* <Apol> "Wait." <Apol> "Something is... there... can't see it." <DM> Spot check, Apol. * Erias peers out into the darkness uselessly. <Apol> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 12 | [d20=2] [+10=10] <Apol> (kick! tafal) <Fordran> "What?" * Vita stops moving, whispering to the people "Whatever happens stay back, we'll take care of it." <Apol> "Something... maybe nothing.. not there anymore." * Apol moves forward. <DM> Girl, whispered: "I don't want to be eaten!" * Apol scans area and moves forward carefully. <Apol> "There!..No, wait..." * Erias moves forward, to get in front of the prisoners. * Fordran stops, glowing buckler held forward. * Vita whispers "Nothing is going to eat you, we'll make sure of that. Why do you think you'd be eaten?" <DM> She looks at Vita, eyes wide: "My brother told me that orcs EAT people!" * Foster edges up to Apol. <Erias> "Did your brother ever tell you about knights?" <Erias> "We're not going to let you get eaten." <Foster> whispered, draconic: "One of the incorporeal creatures?" * Apol starts talking quitely in draconic. <DM> "Yeah, he said they marry princesses an' fight ogres, an' slay dragons, an'..." * Fordran looks around nervously. <Foster> to Erias: "If you could keep a watch for evil presences, I'm sure we'd be reassured." * Erias nods. <Apol> whispers back to Foster in draconic: "I think so, it is playing with us." <Fordran> "Um, in Common, guys?" <Foster> responding in kind: "if you get a decent idea of its location, let me know." <Vita> "Well then this here knight (points at Erias) will be sure to slay the orcs if they even *think* about eating you." <Erias> "I don't sense anything ahead of us -- at least not nearby." * Apol nods and moves forward trying to find it. * Vita tries not to let nervousness creep into her voice as Apol and Foster talk * Foster forges on. * Erias mutters "...what I wouldn't give for some orcs." * Fordran chuckles nervously. <Apol> "Oh! *draconic* Five!" *quiet hisssss* <Apol> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 16 | [d20=6] [+10=10] <Erias> "Apol, that doesn't sound like a good hiss..." * Erias is still looking intently forward into the darkness. * Foster waits for cues as to location. * Vita starts looking forward into the darkness too * Apol starts laughing nervously. * Vita mutters "As if it does any good." <Apol> "Two rats!" <Fordran> "Rats?" * Apol flies forward to look for the others. <Erias> "Rats." <Foster> "Good. Let's keep moving." * Fordran sloshes onward. * Foster drifts back to the end of the pack. * Erias sloshes slowly forward. <Apol> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 15 | [d20=5] [+10=10] * Vita splishes onwards <Apol> "oh. Foster, Erias!" * Apol flies back. * Foster tenses. * Fordran stops again. * Apol whispers, "There is a body up ahead." <Fordran> (random question: where did grant go off to) * Erias nods. <Erias> "Wait just a moment, please." <DM> (He's with you guys, as is Yawin) * Erias walks ahead. * Apol follows Erias. * Foster stays with the crowd. * Fordran watches quietly, with concern. <DM> Erias, do you have a light source? <DM> Apol can see in the dark. <Erias> Uh... not so much. * Fordran is all manner of Glowiness. <Erias> Do we only have one source? <DM> Foster has one. <Foster> 3, at last count. <Erias> I assume the greatsword doesn't glow. <Foster> Sam had a torch. <DM> It doesn't. * Sam has a Lamp Without Flame. * Fordran can make some. <Fordran> "Erias, wait." <Erias> "Fordran, could I borrow your buckler or other light a moment?" <Sam> (okay, everburning torch, same thing) <Fordran> "Pelor, light the way of your servant." * Fordran taps Erias' greatsword. <DM> Okay, now you're glowing from the sword strapped to your back. <Fordran> "There." <Erias> "Thanks." * Erias moves forward again. <DM> The little girl goes: "Oooooo..." <DM> Woman, whispered: "Pelorites, we're saved!" <Apol> (quick more magic tricks for the kiddies so they don't see the Body or the sewage!) <DM> Erias splishes forward, following Apol <DM> The circle of light fades as they go ahead about 30' <DM> and stop. <DM> |roll d20+14 <tafal> 26 | [d20=12] [+14=14] <Fordran> (sure, good rolls for the DM.) <DM> |roll 3d6+7 <Foster> (uh oh) <Fordran> (where good == 2 digits) <tafal> 20 | [3d6=13] [+7=7] <Fordran> (man, i hate escort missions) <Foster> (heh. no kidding. possibility of collateral damage so much higher) <Fordran> (afk a moment) <Sam> (did an escort mission last night in MW4:V. surprised that i didn't fail the first time) <Apol> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 15 | [d20=14] [+1=1] <Erias> |roll d20 <tafal> 9 | [d20=9] <DM> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 5 | [d20=3] [+2=2] <DM> doh. <DM> -> Apol. <Sam> (should buy I Hate Escort Missions t-shirt, or something.) <Vita> (mwhahaha! revenge of the tafal) <Vita> (oh wait, that was him rolling for one of the ones helping us, wasn't he...) <Foster> (I wouldn't be so pleased, were I you. That's a lot of damage. ; ;) <DM> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 24 | [d20=15] [+9=9] <Fordran> (back) <DM> Erias: "Fordran! Ambush!" <DM> reactions? <Erias> (I haven't taken the rest of my round yet; let me know when I should) <Fordran> "Grant, watch the prisoners --" * Foster rushes forward, placing himself within visual range of the occurences. <Vita> (if I can react I'm urging the rescuees back and moving forward with everyone else) * Fordran starts sloshing forward. <Fordran> (as fast as I can in the water.) <DM> Foster, Fordran, Vita, init <Fordran> |roll d20 <tafal> 4 | [d20=4] <Fordran> (hot) <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 11 | [d20=10] [+1=1] <Vita> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 14 | [d20=10] [+4=4] <DM> Sam, init if you're reacting to the yell. * Retrieving #ddi info... <Sam> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 13 | [d20=9] [+4=4] * DM changes topic to 'ECLIPSE | Apol 15, Vita/Pup 14, Sam 13, Foster 11, Erias 9, Fordran 4 | ???/???' <DM> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 13 | [d20=12] [+1=1] <DM> |roll d20+0 <tafal> 13 | [d20=13] [+0=0] <DM> (setting up map) <Apol> oh right... <Apol> |roll d4 <tafal> 2 | [d4=2] <DM> (still setting up) <DM> (One-Winged angel~) <Sam> (cringe) <Fordran> (So see my knees) <Fordran> (And name my knees) <Foster> (stop reading my screen) <Sam> (mumble mumble crunchy mouse or something) <Fordran> (Betty betty betty mouse, skin and bone in crunchy house) <Sam> (obviously i'm on the wrong drugs. well, why don't i queue it up anyway) <Erias> (what did everyone queue?) <Fordran> (i only have the live orchestral version) <Foster> (uh. advent children remix) <Foster> (was playing when he mentioned it, no less) <DM> Ok, everyone's ready. <DM> Erias, finish your turn. <DM> Then we go Vita in order. <DM> next turn, Erias goes at 9 <DM> Colin? * Erias grabs his mace and swings it at... something... and then steps back toward the middle of the tunnel. <Erias> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 16 | [d20=5] [+11=11] <DM> She dodges. <Erias> Done. <Erias> (move requested) <DM> -> Vita/Pup <DM> Don't see a request <Vita> Can I see anything yet? <Vita> (move requested) <Erias> (trying again, it's hanging) <Erias> (just want to move 5' NW) <DM> Vita moved. <Vita> Oh shoot, ignore my action if Erias is somewhere other than where I see <Vita> move I mean <DM> Oh ok <DM> Erias moved. <DM> Tell me where you actually want to be, Vita <Vita> Done. <DM> Ok, moved. <Vita> Can I tell what Erias swung his mace at? <DM> Anything else? * Vita mutters "I hope it's ok this time" and shoots two arrows simultaneously at the figure <DM> roll it <Vita> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 25 | [d20=15] [+10=10] <Vita> (I believe that's for both arrows) <DM> Ah ok <Fordran> (it is?) <DM> damage <Fordran> (is that rapid or manyshot?) <Vita> (many) <Vita> |roll d4+3 <tafal> 7 | [d4=4] [+3=3] <Vita> |roll d4+3 <tafal> 7 | [d4=4] [+3=3] <Fordran> (aha) <Vita> (holy shit) <Foster> (loaded d4s ftw) <Fordran> (hot) <Vita> "Pup, stay with the people" <DM> The arrows streak towards the figure, one whizzing right under Apol, and sink into opposite shoulders. <Vita> (done) * DM changes topic to 'ECLIPSE | Apol 15, Vita/Pup 14, Sam 13, Foster 11, Erias 9, Fordran 4 | -14/???' <DM> -> Sam. * Sam Dodges the thing that Vita just shot. <DM> You uh, can't see it from your range. <DM> (Human, and all.) <Sam> (wishful thinking, flavor text.) <DM> You could move, and then do that <Foster> (we have light bubble continuity to the back of the party, IIRC) <Foster> (but eh, whatever) <Sam> (not moving) <DM> Ah ok. <DM> Foster: She seems cloaked in deeper darkness. * Sam draws nunchaku, still holding torch, and readies it should an Obvious Enemy approach. <Foster> ahhh. <DM> Erias' light is penetrating only so much. <DM> -> Foster <Foster> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 18 | [d20=8] [+10=10] <Foster> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 18 | [d20=3] [+15=15] <DM> A glowing, shimmering angelic being appears 15 feet from the engagement, and charges into the fray. <Foster> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 32 | [d20=20] [+12=12] <Foster> rolling to confirm~ <Foster> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 23 | [d20=11] [+12=12] <Fordran> ("I gotta get me one of those.") <DM> Ow. <DM> Damage. <DM> (double) <Foster> |roll 2d6+20 <tafal> 27 | [2d6=7] [+20=20] <DM> There's a loud clang as the glowing being slams into the figure. <Sam> ("Remind me never to be Foster's enemy.") <DM> to Erias: "I see you brought your delicate friend." <Vita> (wait, who says that? the figure?) <DM> (yeah.) <DM> (you can't hear it) <Foster> (aw) <DM> (well, maybe some mumbling from where you are) <Foster> (and here I was all set to shout obscenities and death threats at the bitch) <Foster> move requested and done with turn <Sam> (flattery will get you nowhere. profanity, on the other hand...) <DM> |roll d20+16 <tafal> 36 | [d20=20] [+16=16] <DM> er subtract 2 <DM> it's 34 <DM> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 20 | [d20=8] [+12=12] <Erias> Uh... that looks not fun. <Fordran> (that can't be good.) <Sam> (prepared action: retrieve flying spleen) <DM> Oh right, confirm too <DM> |roll d20+14 <tafal> 33 | [d20=19] [+14=14] * Fordran stabs tafal in the eye. <tafal> Jesus FUCK my EYE CHRIST! <Erias> Blast. I thought the 20 was the confirm. <DM> She steps under Apol. <Vita> (I think that perhaps we need to think up some worse punishments for tafal... our current ones aren't working <DM> She makes a massive swing at Erias... <Sam> (when i'm unhappy with dice, i put 'em in the freezer for a while) * Vita puts tafal in the freezer <DM> |roll 7d6+22 <tafal> 43 | [7d6=21] [+22=22] <Foster> (we've had this conversation, but I favor summary executions with a sledgehammer. As an example to the others.) <Foster> (ohgod) <Fordran> (um.) <Sam> (so, about that spleen) <Vita> (on the plus side that's slightly less than average...?) <DM> Nearly knocking him out of his armor, then coming around with her elbow-spike, which misses. <Foster> (this is where bad dice luck hoses us utterly) <Fordran> (on the plus side, none of us know this is happening, and therefore have No Reason Whatsoever to heal) <Vita> (I bet I can see it, I bet you can fucking HEAR it) <Foster> (uh. Massive Shearing Noises are a clue~) <Erias> (I don't know if you can see this well) <Fordran> (Eh, it sounds like Erias doing his thing) <Apol> "Erias! No!" <Vita> (but I'm a gnome!) * Erias staggers and shudders from the force of the blow, dropping to one knee, knocked back several feet. <Apol> (Apol saw it) <DM> -> Fordran * Erias is still vertical, and wobbly. His back is to most of you. * Sam guesses that "Uh oh." is not an inappropriate response to what he just heard. * Fordran sloshes forward. How does Erias look once I get within 20'? <DM> Well, funny thing. <DM> He's really fucking bruised and stuff, but he's not bleeding or anything. <Fordran> "Erias! Are you all right?" * Fordran continues to slosh. <Erias> "Gnnngh..." <Fordran> (do I get to hear a response or...?) * Erias looks on the verge of collapse. <DM> She spits: "Why do you continue to assist this abomination?" <DM> to Fordran * Fordran ignores her, and moves behind Erias, channeling some Serious Healing. <DM> Fordran moved * Fordran doesn't think she has 10' reach. <Fordran> (does she?) <DM> Not that you can tell. <Foster> (better hope not) <Foster> (otherwise we're even worse off) <DM> I mean, maybe she carries a spare spiked chain in her blouse. <Fordran> |roll 3d8+13 <tafal> 27 | [3d8=14] [+13=13] <Foster> (with what, reactive quick draw) <DM> You see her clearly now, Fordran, it's the woman who had the argument in the tavern, way back. <Fordran> (done) <DM> She snarls. <Fordran> "...You?" <DM> -> Apol <Sam> ("You killed my fish!") <Apol> (it worked once, let's try it again) <Fordran> ("Why does that pickle you?") <DM> (wand?) <Apol> (yes) <DM> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 17 | [d20=8] [+9=9] * Apol pulls out the wand that worked last time and waves it at the woman. <DM> Her eyes glint brightly for a moment as the magic washes over her, but she is unfazed. <Apol> (move request) <DM> moved <DM> -> Vita/Pup <Erias> (Erias straightens and looks more stable, by the way, after Fordran heals him) * Vita moves to get a better shot at her <Vita> (If I take the 5 foot diagonal is anyone in the way?) <DM> Fordran will be <Vita> So the 10 foot would be ok <Vita> ? <DM> Um what? <DM> Which square are you asking for? <DM> There's a grid now <Apol> (Just a reminder, Apol is tiny so anyone can occupy the same space) <Erias> (Use compass directions to indicate which square you mean, if necessary) <Vita> (does that mean M21 is ok, or will Apol be in the way?) <DM> Erias is in the way from M21 <Vita> (otherwise I was thinking R21) <Erias> (Oh, sorry, forgot about letter / numbers) <DM> R is off limits <DM> It's 5' in the wall <Vita> I meant Q <DM> Q22 has a shot * Vita moves and readies an action to take a shot if the way becomes open <Vita> (No way am I getting within a 5 foot step of her) <DM> Heh. <Vita> (I did request the move, right?) <DM> Pup is guarding civvies? <DM> Yes you did <Vita> Yes <Vita> done <DM> -> Sam * Sam sloshes up to the unruly woman and attempts to dent her skull. <DM> Charge attack? <Sam> (sure, why not. move requested) <DM> You moved up to Erias/Fordran/Apol <DM> You can be in Apol's square if you want <DM> But you're out of reach of the woman atm. <Sam> (requested..again) <Sam> (mmm, monk movement) <DM> Hee <DM> Okay, roll attack <Sam> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 17 | [d20=5] [+12=12] <DM> She barely avoids the tip of your nunchuku <DM> -> Foster * Sam lynches tafal with rusty farm implements. <Foster> Being 5' steps to O25 and full attacks. <Sam> (dodging woman, btw) <Foster> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 11 | [d20=1] [+10=10] <Foster> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 29 | [d20=19] [+10=10] <DM> Sam: ok <DM> Second hits. <DM> Damage <Foster> |roll d6+6 <tafal> 10 | [d6=4] [+6=6] <DM> The being takes two swipes at the woman, who deflects the first with her sword, but is struck in the face by the second. <Foster> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 16 | [d20=1] [+15=15] <DM> The wounds don't seem particularly deep * DM changes topic to 'ECLIPSE | Apol 15, Vita/Pup 14, Sam 13, Foster 11, Erias 9, Fordran 4 | -24/???' * Fordran stabs tafal in the eye. <tafal> Jesus FUCK my EYE CHRIST! <DM> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 20 | [d20=11] [+9=9] <DM> Her eyes widen as a bright spark sizzles from her eyes. <DM> She tightens her expression. <DM> -> Erias <Erias> (lemme refresh mat) <DM> She's flanked by being and Erias right now <Erias> "Abomination or not, you're the ones killing innocents." * Erias attacks. <DM> Yawin sloshes over nearby <Erias> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 12 | [d20=1] [+11=11] <Erias> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 10 | [d20=4] [+6=6] <Erias> Yeah. That went well. <Fordran> (sigh.) <DM> She laughs as she playfully parries your cuts. <Erias> (I considered full defense but decided it probably wasn't in character.) <Fordran> (why does tafal roll PC dice for us?) <DM> Yawin charges her, sword drawn. <DM> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 20 | [d20=12] [+8=8] <DM> *clang* <Fordran> (why does tafal roll PC dice for friendly NPCs?) <DM> |roll 1d8+5 <tafal> 10 | [1d8=5] [+5=5] <Sam> (tafal works for da MAN) <DM> Yawin cuts her cheek, which trickles a little blood. <DM> Grant charges at her, attempts to somersault over her. <DM> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 15 | [d20=8] [+7=7] <DM> Eheh no. <Sam> (jump tumble SLICE splat?) <DM> |roll d20+14 <tafal> 26 | [d20=12] [+14=14] <DM> that's a hit... <DM> |roll 3d6+7 <tafal> 17 | [3d6=10] [+7=7] <DM> Okay, Grant gets sliced in the leg while attempting to tumble past, ends up in Yawin's square. <Apol> (only a slice? His legs and arm don't get completely cut off?) <DM> 17 damage only <DM> And uh, Grant is... tough. <DM> Grant crawls out of Yawin's way. <Erias> That's nothing. It's like... four commoners. <DM> Grant: "Stupid bitch!" <DM> She laughs, "Oh, look, all of you big tough men to fight one little girl!" <DM> She runs over to Foster. <DM> AoOs from: <DM> Being <DM> Grant <DM> Yawin <DM> Erias <DM> Sam <DM> Fordran <Foster> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 23 | [d20=11] [+12=12] <DM> Hit <Vita> (whoa, thems a lot of AoO) <Sam> (that's...quite a gamble) <Foster> |roll d6+10 <tafal> 14 | [d6=4] [+10=10] <Erias> AP <Erias> |roll d20+d6+11 <tafal> 29 | [d20=14] [+d6=4] [+11=11] <DM> hit <Erias> |roll d8+3 <tafal> 4 | [d8=1] [+3=3] <Vita> (not from Pup?) <Erias> *sigh* <Fordran> (how we love you, tafal) <DM> Vita: She's not charging * Fordran isn't armed, so no AoO. <DM> She's zig-zagging to avoid as much as possible <Sam> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 19 | [d20=9] [+10=10] * DM changes topic to 'ECLIPSE | Apol 15, Vita/Pup 14, Sam 13, Foster 11, Erias 9, Fordran 4 | -42/???' <DM> hit <Sam> |roll d6+3 <tafal> 7 | [d6=4] [+3=3] * DM changes topic to 'ECLIPSE | Apol 15, Vita/Pup 14, Sam 13, Foster 11, Erias 9, Fordran 4 | -49/???' <DM> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 6 | [d20=1] [+5=5] <DM> Grant misses <DM> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 8 | [d20=1] [+7=7] <DM> Yawin misses <Foster> (now that the 1s are all used up, she gets to roll a couple natural 20s against me, I'm sure) <Fordran> (goddamn PC dice. die, tafal.) * Fordran stabs tafal in the eye. <tafal> Jesus FUCK my EYE CHRIST! <Foster> (I will be sad if dice luck makes us lose this) <DM> |roll d20+16 <tafal> 18 | [d20=2] [+16=16] <DM> erf. <DM> Nearly fumbled that. <Fordran> (rrrrrr) <Foster> it's not like she can miss, with that kind of bonus. <DM> She'd miss Erias <Foster> yeah, well, she's not attacking him. <Sam> (zomghax) <Vita> (that one would have barely missed me!) <DM> |roll 5d6+15 <tafal> 34 | [5d6=19] [+15=15] <Vita> (yay size bonus!) <Erias> Argh. <Fordran> (gah) <DM> The massive blade causes a sickening crunch as it tears through Foster's shirt. * Vita cringes at the sight <DM> captives: "EEEEEEEEEEE--*" <Foster> "I'll see to it that you burn for this." <Sam> (feeling stupid now. thanks, 20/20 hindsight and dice rolling!) <DM> She laughs, "Did that hurt, little puppet?" <DM> "Can you feel pain, hollow one?" <Fordran> (once again, I can't see any of this) <Foster> "Only a tickle." <Vita> (don't I technically have a clear shot so should shoot now?) <Vita> (what with the prepped action) <DM> You all hear the captives screaming <DM> Vita: Fire <Foster> "Perhaps you need to work on your swing a bit more." <Vita> 2 arrows at once <DM> K. <Vita> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 30 | [d20=20] [+10=10] <DM> uh. <DM> confirm <Vita> confirm (crits once) <DM> right <Vita> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 18 | [d20=8] [+10=10] <DM> ok <DM> 1x crit <DM> 1x normal <Vita> |roll 3d4+9 <tafal> 15 | [3d4=6] [+9=9] <Vita> |roll d4+3 <tafal> 4 | [d4=1] [+3=3] <DM> One arrow catches her under the armpit, the other catches her upper bicep. * DM changes topic to 'ECLIPSE | Apol 15, Vita/Pup 14, Sam 13, Foster 11, Erias 9, Fordran 4 | -68/???' <Fordran> (btw is foster visible?) <DM> Yeah <DM> He's glowy <DM> Not looking too hot though <DM> Looks like he's about to fall over. <DM> -> Fordran <Fordran> (can i move through pup's space?) <DM> If Vita says it's ok <DM> Technically, allies just let you go through <Vita> Sure * Vita generally has Pup on "let allies through" <DM> Heh. <Fordran> (moving through pup, avoiding AoO's, requested) <Fordran> "Foster!" * Fordran sloshes forth and lets loose with a Moderate cure. <DM> Moved <Fordran> |roll 2d8+11 <tafal> 23 | [2d8=12] [+11=11] <Fordran> (done) <DM> She hisses. <DM> "You're becoming annoying, priest." <Foster> "Having friends is nice, isn't it?" <DM> "Have you told them what you are yet, monster?" * Fordran doesn't answer. <Sam> (failing "witty banter" check) <DM> -> Apol <Foster> "Have you considered shutting up and dying like all the other evil we've faced today?" <Apol> (refreshing map) <Fordran> (cool, refreshing map) <Apol> (move requested) <Apol> "Keep away!" <DM> (moved) * Apol flies in her face. <Apol> (attack and assist Foster) <Apol> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 10 | [d20=1] [+9=9] <Apol> (doh) <Fordran> (how many 1's have the PC's rolled today?) <Erias> (shouldn't Apol have gone before Vita?) <Foster> (Far, far too many) <Fordran> (vita had a prepared) <Foster> (Tafal wants us dead) <Foster> (or, you know, to have our brains sucked again) <DM> Apol flies in her face, trying to mess up her aim, but she feints, and Apol misses. <DM> (Fordran: Vita used it) <DM> She goes on 5 now <DM> -> Sam <Vita> (I'm sorry!!!) <Fordran> (was answering colin) * Sam grimaces and charges the woman. <Sam> (move requested) <Vita> (oh, I thought you meant I used the 20) <DM> swing <Sam> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 28 | [d20=16] [+12=12] <DM> ow. <DM> hit <Sam> |roll d6+3 <tafal> 8 | [d6=5] [+3=3] <DM> Clang! <Sam> (still dodging her, of course.) <DM> Sam clips the back of her head. <Sam> "BEHAVE." <Sam> (done) * DM changes topic to 'ECLIPSE | Apol 15, Vita/Pup 14, Sam 13, Foster 11, Erias 9, Fordran 4 | -76/???' <Vita> (why the hell does she make clanging noises?!) <DM> -> Foster <Apol> (armor?) <DM> Oops <DM> That was Clunk! <Foster> Being charges to O18, attacks. <Foster> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 30 | [d20=18] [+12=12] <DM> ... hit <Foster> |roll d6+10 <tafal> 14 | [d6=4] [+10=10] <DM> The being charges up behind her and swipes a claw into her side <Foster> move requested for me, by the way. <DM> She shudders even after the contact <Foster> |roll d20+4+2d6 <tafal> 31 | [d20=17] [+4=4] [+2d6=10] <DM> Hit <Foster> |roll 7d6+7 <tafal> 36 | [7d6=29] [+7=7] <Fordran> (hurrk.) <Foster> (PS: DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE) <Foster> (also, HADOUKEN) <DM> A brilliant pinpoint beam of fire shoots from Foster's hand at the woman's chest. <DM> She screams as some of her flesh begins to sizzle <DM> -> Erias <Foster> (-116/??? for the lose. Jesus.) <Erias> "Foster, are you okay?" * Erias charges. <Foster> "Kill. Her." <Erias> Hmm, can't do a real charge. <DM> Charge past angelic being <Erias> charge has to be shortest distance; need to end charge to SW, S or SE of target <DM> Ah ok. <DM> M18 <Erias> move requested <Erias> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 25 | [d20=14] [+11=11] <DM> hit <Erias> |roll d8+3 <tafal> 5 | [d8=2] [+3=3] <Erias> (plink) <DM> She moans as charred flesh sloughs off. * DM changes topic to 'ECLIPSE | Apol 15, Sam 13, Foster 11, Erias 9, Vita/Pup 5, Fordran 4 | -121/???' <DM> She takes a 5' towards Foster. <Erias> (Done.) <DM> woman: "Now, dammit, now!" <Erias> (Dammit.) <Foster> (uh oh) <Vita> (uhh) <Erias> (This can't be good.) <Sam> (why do i get this "someone pressed a big red button" feeling?) <Fordran> (pants.) <Foster> (why is this happening? I just got unplotfucked! This is all tafal's fault) <DM> Will save, everyone <Fordran> (maybe tafal will let you roll nice stats for your next char) <DM> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 14 | [d20=9] [+5=5] <Fordran> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 13 | [d20=4] [+9=9] <Sam> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 15 | [d20=7] [+8=8] <Apol> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 6 | [d20=1] [+5=5] <Foster> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 24 | [d20=18] [+6=6] <Fordran> (i think tafal actually wants us to die) <Apol> (grr!) <Fordran> (well, at least one of us got double digits on their roll) <Erias> |roll d20+14 <tafal> 23 | [d20=9] [+14=14] <Erias> (I'm really running out of tricks here.) <DM> Vita? <Foster> (I'm nearly tapped) <Foster> (She better die soon) <Vita> How hurt does she look? <Fordran> (will save) <DM> Nearly dead. But you don't get to go. <Sam> (i'm surprised i did anything to her...) <Apol> (i've got AoE wands, everyone want to take some damage?) <Vita> Wait, what? <Fordran> <DM> Will save, everyone <Sam> (sure, i have evasion!) <Vita> I don't get to go? <Foster> (civilians in close proximity ; ;) <Foster> will save first, at least <Foster> you probably act after her, anyhow <Foster> due to the way readied actions work <Vita> But he just said "Vita?" <Apol> (civilians, right, well they could die with lots of pretty colors...) <DM> Vita, you have to make the Will save <Vita> oh <Fordran> <Fordran> <DM> Will save, everyone <Erias> The reason he said "Vita?" is because we all made will saves. You did not. <Vita> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 22 | [d20=17] [+5=5] <DM> It's okay, it's late, and we're wrapping up. <Fordran> (made will saves? speak for yourself) <DM> Okay. <Vita> (i totally didn 't see the will save thing) <Vita> (I thought you had to be close or something) <DM> Vita, Erias, and Foster made their saves. <DM> Now, I'm going to fudge a bit and allow you to voluntarily fail those hard earned saves. <DM> Because she, and everyone else, are shimmering out. <Vita> (yeah, I'm getting close to my bedtime too) <Erias> Son of a... <Vita> What? <Foster> Oh, motherfucker. <Sam> (just what i need!) <Erias> Including the innocents? <Vita> Bitch! <DM> Yep. <Erias> I'll fail it. <Foster> Failing, against better judgement. <Vita> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 19 | [d20=17] [+2=2] <Vita> (that was Pup) <DM> Ah. <Foster> It's the only way I'll see her oh so deserving self dead at my feet. <Vita> (oops, 1) <Vita> (18) <DM> Pup made it too <Vita> I... guess I'll fail it <DM> Ok. <Vita> I don't know how I can make Pup fail it though <Sam> (in soviet russia, will save fails you?) <Apol> Call for him. <DM> The three of you dive into the hazily contracting teleportation field, Pup diving after Vita <Vita> "Pup, with me!" <Fordran> (Uh. What are the rest of us doing?) <Sam> (i would so fight dirty...if sam knew how) <DM> Disappearing. <DM> Only they got the choice <Foster> (I'll kill your stupid bitch of a villain, deus ex machina or not, I swear it.) <Foster> being elects to fail~ <Fordran> (Eh, party split 4tw!) * Vita wonders what the chance is that she's actually going to a place where she could kill the woman <DM> No party split, actually <Fordran> (BAATOR) <DM> Everyone gets ported. <DM> *BRRZZT--* <DM> And the universe goes Blink for you. <DM> To be continued... ----- Apol + Erias (Sewer) <Apol> rat + body <DM> The rats scurry away at the light source <DM> The body is floating back-up <DM> long, brown hair streams out in the water. * Erias sighs. <Apol> "What do we do?" * Erias glances at Apol and moves forward to the body, and reaches out to carefully turn it over. <Apol> [waits for the zomblie flick scene to start] <DM> A black crystal greatsword slices out of the water up at you, catching you flat-footed <Erias> Shit. <DM> You two recognize the woman from the restaurant. * Apol hisses. <DM> She spits out a reed from clenched teeth. <DM> "Hello, Elan." <Erias> (Let me know when I can cry out.) <DM> you two init <DM> Well, that was surprise round. <Apol> (here or back in ddi?) <DM> Here until you yell and they join. * Apol is surprised and unleashes gas over.. the not so dead body. <Erias> oh, that was the damage roll -- missed that <DM> I told you your damage in private <DM> 20 nonlethal <Erias> ah, okay, having trouble sorting windows <DM> She holds her breath. <Apol> done <DM> Free action to yell, if you remember to. <Apol> right <Apol> I decline. <DM> K. <DM> -> Erias <Erias> Okay, I yell "Fordran! Ambush!" <Erias> I know there's the potential for panic, but I don't have a lot of time to think. <DM> rejoin main channel. <Erias> okay.