"Guess not, huh. It's nothing major, just that-" as Kelrah is speaking, a strong gust of wind knocks a branch from a tree above him, hitting the Aasimar on the head. "Ow! ....that tends to happen a bit," he finished, rubbing the top of his head. "And of course, it kicks in at the most inconvienent moments." As he said this, Kelrah attempted to light a fire, to no avail. He sighed and held the flint and tinder out to Yvertal. "Wanna give it a shot?"
Yvertal reaches out and takes the Flint and tinder and looks at it for a second then lights the fire with ease. The movement makes him notice a pain in his arm where he was bit, and takes out some bandages from his healers kit and begins to wrap the wound.
"You got some kind of bad luck then? Doesn't seem too bad, you handled those spiders without any problems." He then looks at the Lunar Blade at his side. "I've never seen a longsword of that make before. There a story behind it?"
'That sword should be mine!' That voice in his head whispered to him, but he ignored it the best he could as he usually did.'Shut the hell up will ya.'
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"Go then, there are other worlds than these." -Stephen King, The Gunslinger
"Of course there's a story behind it," the gnome commented as walked up to the pair, spinning the bolt he recovered from one of the corpses between fingers. "And if the sword itself doesn't, then such an obviously accomplished swordsman definitely does." He placed the bolt back into its case in a simple manner, fixing his gaze on Kelrah. "My question is whether that eerie glow came from the sword, or you."
Kelrah smirked by way of response. "A little of both, I suppose. I did some mercenary work before I ended up back on the 'right path' you could say. That's where I learned to handle a blade. I just had to put in a bit more work to make up for my curse. The sword itself was a gift from... well, someone very near and dear to my heart." He shot a quick glance back up at the shattered moon before returning his gaze to the party. "Anyhow, my power itself is more of a divine favor. Helps me with the slaying of ungodly beasts and the like. The sword itself doesn't do much, just... mostly serve as a reminder. Of why I do the things I do." Kelrah once more looked up at the night sky. Shaking his head, he once more addressed the party. "Sorry for all the sentimental wishy-washy stuff. So how did you all end up where you're headed? I wouldn't exactly lump you all in together naturally."
"Tale as old as time, really," Gwyn said airily. She lounged against a rock, a few feet away from the rest of the group. "We were promised money by someone in a position of power, so long as we got rid of their problem. The name is Gwyn."
"Well, Gwyn, nice to meet ya. Suppose we'll be adventurin' for a bit anyways. Uh, Genasi, right? I haven't seen much of your kind. Almost less than I've seen other Aasimar. That is to say, one of each," Kelrah replied, indicating both Gwyn and Yvertal. Turning to the gnome, he addressed the mask on his face. "So what's with the bird mask? Just curious. I don't mean to pry, if you've got some tragic history or if half of your face is horribly disfigured. Met a guy like that once. He was living underneath a theatre, in the sewers. Though I don't mean any offense if you are. Just the way it happened."
The Sparrow cocked his head in an almost bird-like manner as he contemplated how to explain things. "...My former mentor made us wear them for much of my early life and the lives of my peers. So, I guess you could say it's a memento of sorts, and a way for my fellows and I to identify each other..." He trailed, probably reminiscing of times since gone and passed. He quickly snapped out of it, however. "My apologies, I didn't mean to do that." He deliberately ignored the comments about the guy beneath the theatre- chances are,, that was just another lunatic.
"Cool. I can tell you the story of the weird masked theatre guy another time. Now, if I remember correctly...." Kelrah scanned the area, looking for the last party member. "Half-elf! What's your name? And I'd normally inquire into your life story, but the only interesting thing I can see are the scars on your arm, and that's most likely a memory you wouldn't like to revisit. Pain is never something you want to remember."
'Uh... I'm Roberta, and before this I was just... look, the only thing you need to know about me is my name - and the fact that I don't want you to know anything else. Quoting you - "Pain is something you never want to remember" - thats my "story."'
After Roberta's awkward greeting, the group goes to sleep for the night, taking turns at taking watch. While nothing happens, at about midnight, the sentry sees a star fall from the sky, far to the north.
The morning comes, and so the group packs up and heads out.
By midmorning, Jener and Yvertal can smell a noxious odour - one associated with orcs. About half a minute later, the group spots a group of orcs, consisting of two orcs and a Tanarukk, who are just finishing off a group of of phase spiders, who seem to have decided the orcs would be good prey.
You can attempt to sneak up on the orcs, who are injured, by making a group stealth check.
Gwyn did not hesitate to charge into battle, darting forward and striking the tanarukk with both her shortsword and her dagger. Just as quickly as she had arrived, the rogue feinted backwards ten feet. (20 points of damage total)
Kelrah spotted Gwyn's charge, and decided to back her up. "My turn!" He charged forward 20 feet, muttering an incantation to cast his Hexblade's Curse on the Tanarukk, before spinning with a quick foot movement that allowed him to face the more powerful orc, using his momentum to propel his blade into the side of the creature. "Let's spice this up, shall we?" Kelrah whispered to his blade. The Lunar Blade flared momentarily, seeming to convey a sense of agreement. A crackling arcane field surrounded the sword, giving it a blue glow as it struck the Tanarukk in the side. "Heyo! Behind you, ya dummy!" Kelrah grinned as he taunted the orc.
[OOC: Attack against Tanarukk, 15 to hit, 8 damage (slashing). Booming Blade on the Tanarukk. Hexblade's Curse placed upon Tanarukk.]
Following her friend's lad, Roberta incants a divine spell and a searing bolt of light springs from her forefinger and into the Tanarukk's face. As the light scorches its maw, she rushes forward to meet the daemonic beast in battle.
OOC: moved forward 20 feet, attack hits, 8 radiant damage
The Sparrow stepped calmly in the enemies' general direction, his eyes visibly closed from behind the mask and his crossbow resting loosely in his hand. With everyone focusing their efforts on the one who was plainly the group's leader and his mind focused on toughening his skin, he knew that he was very likely safe for the time being. If he kept from attracting hostile attention in the next few seconds, then he was even safer. And he had a way to do so while still contributing to the struggle.
The Wu Jen's previous attempt at rending someone else's mind had failed, true, but that may be because spiders don't have much in the way of sentience. Muscle-headed orcs, on the other hand... They may have been massive idiots in most cases, but they were undoubtedly sentient nonetheless. Jeren chose one of the lackies, and gave their mind a little push- and his will pushed right through their meager head with little resistance! The gnome opened his eyes to the sound of pained yelling and smirked slightly as the brigand collapsed, its splitting headache having taken its life. 'That's how that's supposed to work!' he thought as he watched everyone else go about their own assaults.
(OOC: Walking northward 10 ft. and manifesting Mind Thrust against Orc 1 for 9 damage)
From the brush, Yvertal takes out his pistol and locks on to the large tanarukk. He then stands and speaks an incantaion, marking the target. Just as he's about to fire, he see's Kelrah run up and overcorrects himself and fires missing the tanarukk.
"Damnnit!" He mutters under his breath then begins to flank around the left side of the tanarukk.
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"Go then, there are other worlds than these." -Stephen King, The Gunslinger
Yvertal starts to feel a craving for more combat as his demon begins to take over. He begins to get closer and levels his pistol a second time and his eyes begin to glow with a greenish light as he unloads another round directly into the Tanarukk. A streak of green force encases the bullet as it flies straight through it's shoulder.
'More blood, more adrenaline, more, more, more!'The voice in his head screams. He then puts away his pistol and draws both his swords. He ever so subtly licks his lips as he prepares to lunge.
(OOC: 10 Piercing dmg and 5 force dmg to the Tanarukk, walking north 25ft)
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"Go then, there are other worlds than these." -Stephen King, The Gunslinger
"Hey now, don't take all the fun!" Kelrah called to Yvertal, a ready to back him up. He swung his sword once more, but missed his intended target. The blade seemed to twist in his hands, neutralizing the armor-piercing qualities of the blade's edge. "Aw, man, not again...." The Lunar Blade slammed its flat into the side of the Tanarukk, making a slight crack in the Tanarukk's ribs. "Well, I suppose that will do," Kelrah grinned as he looked up to see the Tanarukk's blade descending upon him. The color in his face drained. He could practically see the threads of fate unravelling and working themselves back together for this. "You have got to be kidding me."
The Tanarukk's greatsword slashed across Kelrah's side, opening up his sword arm. His chain shirt protected him from what would've been a fatal blow. That'll make a nice bruise in the morning, Kelrah thought as he fell to the ground, pushed backward by the sword. He tried to stand, but faltered, and noticed his leg was bleeding. Kelrah cursed under his breath in Celestial as he prepared for the Tanarukk looming over him to attack once more.
[OOC: 18 to hit Tanarukk, 10 damage (slashing, or bludgeoning if the DM likes the flavor of my post enough); Unbridle Fury reaction of the Tanarukk deals 18 damage, which puts Kelrah at 12 HP.]
As proud as the Sparrow was about offing the first orc so easily, there was no denying that he didn't appear to do anything to outside viewers. Seeing as everyone else was really putting the metal to the bigger fellow, that left the second orc to work with. "Oh, this'll be easy," he declared as he raised his crossbow in the vagabond's direction and casually pulled the trigger.
The bolt was off. Not way off, but flying just wrong enough that it would have bounced harmlessly off the orc's shoddy armor. 'That won't do,' he immediately thought, his mind already working to twist reality itself in the split second he had. The bolt veered slightly under his psychic influence, striking a vulnerable gap in the creature's defenses- it didn't hit anything vital, but it pierced with enough force to slay the orc nonetheless. Kelrah may have been a master at battling ill twists of Fate, but Jener was a master at battling ill gusts of wind- one doesn't get to be a watchman by missing your shots, after all.
The Sparrow's victory was short-lived, however- Fate had twisted itself painfully against the cursed aasimar, who had just taken a massive hit from the big one's dying swing. 'Looks like the game might be up after all...' he mused as he headed to the swordsman's aid.
(OOC: Attacking Orc 2 with my light crossbow, rolled 12; manifested the Homing Missile power, rerolled 17, hit for 9 damage; using my full movement (25 ft.) to stand between Kelrah and Roberta;12 PP remaining)
"Name's Yvertal." His face grows somewhat dark. "What do you mean by curse?"
As he speaks he starts to notice that malicious voice in the back of his mind begin to stir.
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"Guess not, huh. It's nothing major, just that-" as Kelrah is speaking, a strong gust of wind knocks a branch from a tree above him, hitting the Aasimar on the head. "Ow! ....that tends to happen a bit," he finished, rubbing the top of his head. "And of course, it kicks in at the most inconvienent moments." As he said this, Kelrah attempted to light a fire, to no avail. He sighed and held the flint and tinder out to Yvertal. "Wanna give it a shot?"
Yvertal reaches out and takes the Flint and tinder and looks at it for a second then lights the fire with ease. The movement makes him notice a pain in his arm where he was bit, and takes out some bandages from his healers kit and begins to wrap the wound.
"You got some kind of bad luck then? Doesn't seem too bad, you handled those spiders without any problems." He then looks at the Lunar Blade at his side. "I've never seen a longsword of that make before. There a story behind it?"
'That sword should be mine!' That voice in his head whispered to him, but he ignored it the best he could as he usually did. 'Shut the hell up will ya.'
"Go then, there are other worlds than these." -Stephen King, The Gunslinger
PbP Character // Void Beyond the Stars: Otherside- Yvertal, Aasimar Ranger "The winds take me where they must."
PbP Character // Primordial Depths- Bel Vardicas, Elf Bard "I hope my music can help others smile"
PbP Character // Eoatha- Salthes, Yuan-Ti Pureblood Wizard "I will sssoon learn all the ssecrets of magic!"
"Of course there's a story behind it," the gnome commented as walked up to the pair, spinning the bolt he recovered from one of the corpses between fingers. "And if the sword itself doesn't, then such an obviously accomplished swordsman definitely does." He placed the bolt back into its case in a simple manner, fixing his gaze on Kelrah. "My question is whether that eerie glow came from the sword, or you."
PbP Character: Jener "The Sparrow" Nacker (Forest Gnome Wu Jen) (VBtS: OS)
PbP Character: Makaria Creed (Feral Tiefling Runic Trickster) (Eoatha)
Kelrah smirked by way of response. "A little of both, I suppose. I did some mercenary work before I ended up back on the 'right path' you could say. That's where I learned to handle a blade. I just had to put in a bit more work to make up for my curse. The sword itself was a gift from... well, someone very near and dear to my heart." He shot a quick glance back up at the shattered moon before returning his gaze to the party. "Anyhow, my power itself is more of a divine favor. Helps me with the slaying of ungodly beasts and the like. The sword itself doesn't do much, just... mostly serve as a reminder. Of why I do the things I do." Kelrah once more looked up at the night sky. Shaking his head, he once more addressed the party. "Sorry for all the sentimental wishy-washy stuff. So how did you all end up where you're headed? I wouldn't exactly lump you all in together naturally."
"Tale as old as time, really," Gwyn said airily. She lounged against a rock, a few feet away from the rest of the group. "We were promised money by someone in a position of power, so long as we got rid of their problem. The name is Gwyn."
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"Well, Gwyn, nice to meet ya. Suppose we'll be adventurin' for a bit anyways. Uh, Genasi, right? I haven't seen much of your kind. Almost less than I've seen other Aasimar. That is to say, one of each," Kelrah replied, indicating both Gwyn and Yvertal. Turning to the gnome, he addressed the mask on his face. "So what's with the bird mask? Just curious. I don't mean to pry, if you've got some tragic history or if half of your face is horribly disfigured. Met a guy like that once. He was living underneath a theatre, in the sewers. Though I don't mean any offense if you are. Just the way it happened."
The Sparrow cocked his head in an almost bird-like manner as he contemplated how to explain things. "...My former mentor made us wear them for much of my early life and the lives of my peers. So, I guess you could say it's a memento of sorts, and a way for my fellows and I to identify each other..." He trailed, probably reminiscing of times since gone and passed. He quickly snapped out of it, however. "My apologies, I didn't mean to do that." He deliberately ignored the comments about the guy beneath the theatre- chances are,, that was just another lunatic.
PbP Character: Jener "The Sparrow" Nacker (Forest Gnome Wu Jen) (VBtS: OS)
PbP Character: Makaria Creed (Feral Tiefling Runic Trickster) (Eoatha)
"Cool. I can tell you the story of the weird masked theatre guy another time. Now, if I remember correctly...." Kelrah scanned the area, looking for the last party member. "Half-elf! What's your name? And I'd normally inquire into your life story, but the only interesting thing I can see are the scars on your arm, and that's most likely a memory you wouldn't like to revisit. Pain is never something you want to remember."
'Uh... I'm Roberta, and before this I was just... look, the only thing you need to know about me is my name - and the fact that I don't want you to know anything else. Quoting you - "Pain is something you never want to remember" - thats my "story."'
Just an average metalhead who plays DnD in his spare time.
PbP Character: Roberta Thalan, Void Beyond the Stars Otherside
PbP Character: Primus Eidolon, Eotha 2
PbP Character: Usmor Illiqai, Tomb of Corrosion
PbP Character: "Templar" Danver, You're the Villains
Homebrew stuff
After Roberta's awkward greeting, the group goes to sleep for the night, taking turns at taking watch. While nothing happens, at about midnight, the sentry sees a star fall from the sky, far to the north.
The morning comes, and so the group packs up and heads out.
By midmorning, Jener and Yvertal can smell a noxious odour - one associated with orcs. About half a minute later, the group spots a group of orcs, consisting of two orcs and a Tanarukk, who are just finishing off a group of of phase spiders, who seem to have decided the orcs would be good prey.
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Gwyn did not hesitate to charge into battle, darting forward and striking the tanarukk with both her shortsword and her dagger. Just as quickly as she had arrived, the rogue feinted backwards ten feet. (20 points of damage total)
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Kelrah spotted Gwyn's charge, and decided to back her up. "My turn!" He charged forward 20 feet, muttering an incantation to cast his Hexblade's Curse on the Tanarukk, before spinning with a quick foot movement that allowed him to face the more powerful orc, using his momentum to propel his blade into the side of the creature. "Let's spice this up, shall we?" Kelrah whispered to his blade. The Lunar Blade flared momentarily, seeming to convey a sense of agreement. A crackling arcane field surrounded the sword, giving it a blue glow as it struck the Tanarukk in the side. "Heyo! Behind you, ya dummy!" Kelrah grinned as he taunted the orc.
[OOC: Attack against Tanarukk, 15 to hit, 8 damage (slashing). Booming Blade on the Tanarukk. Hexblade's Curse placed upon Tanarukk.]
Following her friend's lad, Roberta incants a divine spell and a searing bolt of light springs from her forefinger and into the Tanarukk's face. As the light scorches its maw, she rushes forward to meet the daemonic beast in battle.
OOC: moved forward 20 feet, attack hits, 8 radiant damage
Just an average metalhead who plays DnD in his spare time.
PbP Character: Roberta Thalan, Void Beyond the Stars Otherside
PbP Character: Primus Eidolon, Eotha 2
PbP Character: Usmor Illiqai, Tomb of Corrosion
PbP Character: "Templar" Danver, You're the Villains
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The Sparrow stepped calmly in the enemies' general direction, his eyes visibly closed from behind the mask and his crossbow resting loosely in his hand. With everyone focusing their efforts on the one who was plainly the group's leader and his mind focused on toughening his skin, he knew that he was very likely safe for the time being. If he kept from attracting hostile attention in the next few seconds, then he was even safer. And he had a way to do so while still contributing to the struggle.
The Wu Jen's previous attempt at rending someone else's mind had failed, true, but that may be because spiders don't have much in the way of sentience. Muscle-headed orcs, on the other hand... They may have been massive idiots in most cases, but they were undoubtedly sentient nonetheless. Jeren chose one of the lackies, and gave their mind a little push- and his will pushed right through their meager head with little resistance! The gnome opened his eyes to the sound of pained yelling and smirked slightly as the brigand collapsed, its splitting headache having taken its life. 'That's how that's supposed to work!' he thought as he watched everyone else go about their own assaults.
(OOC: Walking northward 10 ft. and manifesting Mind Thrust against Orc 1 for 9 damage)
PbP Character: Jener "The Sparrow" Nacker (Forest Gnome Wu Jen) (VBtS: OS)
PbP Character: Makaria Creed (Feral Tiefling Runic Trickster) (Eoatha)
From the brush, Yvertal takes out his pistol and locks on to the large tanarukk. He then stands and speaks an incantaion, marking the target. Just as he's about to fire, he see's Kelrah run up and overcorrects himself and fires missing the tanarukk.
"Damnnit!" He mutters under his breath then begins to flank around the left side of the tanarukk.
"Go then, there are other worlds than these." -Stephen King, The Gunslinger
PbP Character // Void Beyond the Stars: Otherside- Yvertal, Aasimar Ranger "The winds take me where they must."
PbP Character // Primordial Depths- Bel Vardicas, Elf Bard "I hope my music can help others smile"
PbP Character // Eoatha- Salthes, Yuan-Ti Pureblood Wizard "I will sssoon learn all the ssecrets of magic!"
The Orcs are completely surprised, and are slow to act [The player's won initiative].
STATUS
Orc 1: Dead
Orc 2: Injured
Tanarukk: 48 damage taken + injuries
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Yvertal starts to feel a craving for more combat as his demon begins to take over. He begins to get closer and levels his pistol a second time and his eyes begin to glow with a greenish light as he unloads another round directly into the Tanarukk. A streak of green force encases the bullet as it flies straight through it's shoulder.
'More blood, more adrenaline, more, more, more!' The voice in his head screams. He then puts away his pistol and draws both his swords. He ever so subtly licks his lips as he prepares to lunge.
(OOC: 10 Piercing dmg and 5 force dmg to the Tanarukk, walking north 25ft)
"Go then, there are other worlds than these." -Stephen King, The Gunslinger
PbP Character // Void Beyond the Stars: Otherside- Yvertal, Aasimar Ranger "The winds take me where they must."
PbP Character // Primordial Depths- Bel Vardicas, Elf Bard "I hope my music can help others smile"
PbP Character // Eoatha- Salthes, Yuan-Ti Pureblood Wizard "I will sssoon learn all the ssecrets of magic!"
"Hey now, don't take all the fun!" Kelrah called to Yvertal, a ready to back him up. He swung his sword once more, but missed his intended target. The blade seemed to twist in his hands, neutralizing the armor-piercing qualities of the blade's edge. "Aw, man, not again...." The Lunar Blade slammed its flat into the side of the Tanarukk, making a slight crack in the Tanarukk's ribs. "Well, I suppose that will do," Kelrah grinned as he looked up to see the Tanarukk's blade descending upon him. The color in his face drained. He could practically see the threads of fate unravelling and working themselves back together for this. "You have got to be kidding me."
The Tanarukk's greatsword slashed across Kelrah's side, opening up his sword arm. His chain shirt protected him from what would've been a fatal blow. That'll make a nice bruise in the morning, Kelrah thought as he fell to the ground, pushed backward by the sword. He tried to stand, but faltered, and noticed his leg was bleeding. Kelrah cursed under his breath in Celestial as he prepared for the Tanarukk looming over him to attack once more.
[OOC: 18 to hit Tanarukk, 10 damage (slashing, or bludgeoning if the DM likes the flavor of my post enough); Unbridle Fury reaction of the Tanarukk deals 18 damage, which puts Kelrah at 12 HP.]
[STATUS: 12 HP]
As proud as the Sparrow was about offing the first orc so easily, there was no denying that he didn't appear to do anything to outside viewers. Seeing as everyone else was really putting the metal to the bigger fellow, that left the second orc to work with. "Oh, this'll be easy," he declared as he raised his crossbow in the vagabond's direction and casually pulled the trigger.
The bolt was off. Not way off, but flying just wrong enough that it would have bounced harmlessly off the orc's shoddy armor. 'That won't do,' he immediately thought, his mind already working to twist reality itself in the split second he had. The bolt veered slightly under his psychic influence, striking a vulnerable gap in the creature's defenses- it didn't hit anything vital, but it pierced with enough force to slay the orc nonetheless. Kelrah may have been a master at battling ill twists of Fate, but Jener was a master at battling ill gusts of wind- one doesn't get to be a watchman by missing your shots, after all.
The Sparrow's victory was short-lived, however- Fate had twisted itself painfully against the cursed aasimar, who had just taken a massive hit from the big one's dying swing. 'Looks like the game might be up after all...' he mused as he headed to the swordsman's aid.
(OOC: Attacking Orc 2 with my light crossbow, rolled 12; manifested the Homing Missile power, rerolled 17, hit for 9 damage; using my full movement (25 ft.) to stand between Kelrah and Roberta;12 PP remaining)
PbP Character: Jener "The Sparrow" Nacker (Forest Gnome Wu Jen) (VBtS: OS)
PbP Character: Makaria Creed (Feral Tiefling Runic Trickster) (Eoatha)