Thulewyn walking on looks over his shoulder, "Do you plan to sing them death?" Looking straight again he continues forwards. He had to admit it was a catchy tune, he will have to try and remember it for when he's in his cups later.
"Do you think that would work?!?" Dain replies with excitement. "I have been tinkering with a new spell. Its a bit out of my normal genre, but..." With his focus went the background music and his own stirring rendition of the IronFoot War Chant.
He stroked his short, but tidy beard; lost in thought.
Later he could be overheard mumbling to himself while softly snapping his fingers or humming; gently twisting strands of the weave with his music. Searching for the right blend of sound and gestures needed to summon elemental energy.
"Mumble mumble mumble.... Come on knife-ear light my fire... mumble mumble Elves stacked high on a pyre..."
Once a sweat is glistening on his arms Gunny holsters the maul and pulls a handaxe and a sharpening stone, he begins to rhythmically sharpen each blade to a razors edge…
Huffan states "I will place a ritual spell upon our group as a precautionary measure. Just don't wander too far away from me for the next 10 or so minutes." As he trudges along with the group, he opens his book and starts to chant.
At the end of the ritual everyone will have the Water Breathing spell for the next 24 hours.
Dain listens intently to Huffan's chant. He focuses on the words while subconsciously feeling the ebb and flow of the cadence. He quickly realizes that this magic will offer little to help his current arcane research. With a sigh, he let's go of his thoughts and simply feels the rhythmic rise and fall of the spell.
Giving up for the moment, Dain fishes around in his pack and pulls forth a horn of fine quality. He inspects it with a critical eye. His eyebrows raised in alarm when he discovered a slight chip in the mouth piece.
Quickly pulling a pair of load stones from his pouch, he held them together and circled them slowly above the instrument. He chanted softly, smiling in satisfaction as the edges of the chip pushed together leaving no trace of the imperfection.
His heart stirred as the words of an ancient Battlehammer Clan war chant filled his mind. He lifted the horn to his lips, lungs filling with air. By luck or fate he noticed the glare and simmering rage in Azita's eyes. Having no desire for his horn to be used as a suppository he put the instrument away and let out a soft sigh.
His skill and background were more useful in a merchant's guild or on stage. He was at a loss with regards to organizing a strike force. He wandered over to Huflin and struck up a conversation about magic (after his ritual casting, of course).
"Do you know any fire spells? I'm this close to mastering a good one" He held his finger and thumb a half inch apart.
" Am I not a dwarf? Of course I have a few fire spells in my repertoire. And what wizard doesn't have fireball?" replies the grey beard. He lists Bonfire, firebolt, Dragons breath and fireball.
"Fireball is the spell I have been researching! I would be in your debt if you could walk me through it. I have a few wings from a fire beetle and a bit of sulpher. I have lit a few torches and some curtains working on it. I know I'm close!"
He digs around in his pouch for a few moments and finally produces the components.
Hulfan purses his lips for a moment, then comments "That might work. Most spell casters use sulfur and bat guano if they don't have a focus like a staff or other mystic item." As the two walk along, the older dwarf waves his hand and a glowing ghostly tome appears floating before them. It opens up and mystical symbols and phrases start floating up from the pages into the air above it. He starts lecturing enthusiastically "Now there are other components you can use as a replacement components , such as Firebat guano, since it is already so sulfurous... or even a fire opal... but that is incredibly expensive just t have lying around. Now here is the basic premise on how most caster come about their own formulas for the fireball spell..."
(OOC: You've gotten everyone in earshot a lecture on the history of how the spell components for fireball were discovered, how it is thought how spell foci came about in general, with visual effects. He is a historian, after all.)
11"Where the hells did those pointy eared demons come from?!?"
Things were happening fast. A Fireball in the middle of those bastards would be a fine way to say hello, but the old doubts crept back in. Always the small one, physically weak from a childhood illness that should have killed him, the runt of the litter froze. What if it didn't work? What if it backfired and exploded in his hand? What if.......
***Dain will look for some cover and ready action hypnotic pattern: 120 ft range 30 ft cube. WIS save DC 15 he will target an area to get as many as possible: On a failed save, the creature becomes charmed for the duration. While charmed by this spell, the creature is incapacitated and has a speed of 0. Damage ends the effect. He will cast when elves begin to attack***
His trembling hand found the fire beetle wing, but what if... Dain breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the small crystal vial against his finger tips. He pulled the vial out, it glowed with a soft phosphorescent glow. Even though he lost his nerve with the Fireball, Dain knew he could buy the group some time to prepare and get into formation.
***OoC: not sure how the rolls work in this format, if anyone could pm me with a bit o guidance it would be greatly appreciated. Signed, the Noob****
17initiative
***OoC: Thanks in advance for your patience as I learn the system. First roll 11 should stand, I didn't see it pop up in the top of the box and assumed user error.***
Hearing Dain’s song Gunny holsters his handaxes and draws his maul, practicing a little workout to the music as they go…
”… call us low, call us small…” swing grunt
”… stone endures, we’ll kick their @$$!” Grunt swing thud.
Thulewyn walking on looks over his shoulder, "Do you plan to sing them death?" Looking straight again he continues forwards. He had to admit it was a catchy tune, he will have to try and remember it for when he's in his cups later.
"Do you think that would work?!?" Dain replies with excitement. "I have been tinkering with a new spell. Its a bit out of my normal genre, but..." With his focus went the background music and his own stirring rendition of the IronFoot War Chant.
He stroked his short, but tidy beard; lost in thought.
Later he could be overheard mumbling to himself while softly snapping his fingers or humming; gently twisting strands of the weave with his music. Searching for the right blend of sound and gestures needed to summon elemental energy.
"Mumble mumble mumble.... Come on knife-ear light my fire... mumble mumble Elves stacked high on a pyre..."
OoC: How do you modify text in the posts for bold or color? I've searched Google and forums with no luck.
(Assuming you are on a phone, try turning it sideways. For some reason the different orientation gives different text option above the message box.)
OoC: Thanks!
Azita is not happy about the singing, however, she remains quiet.
My top 3 answers: "You can try to do that." "No, that does not mean I like pans." "Yes, I am pansexual."
Rubik's PR: 18.05 Ao5: 21.49 Ao12: 24.35 Ao100: 27.97
Once a sweat is glistening on his arms Gunny holsters the maul and pulls a handaxe and a sharpening stone, he begins to rhythmically sharpen each blade to a razors edge…
Huffan states "I will place a ritual spell upon our group as a precautionary measure. Just don't wander too far away from me for the next 10 or so minutes." As he trudges along with the group, he opens his book and starts to chant.
At the end of the ritual everyone will have the Water Breathing spell for the next 24 hours.
Cats go Moo!
Azita rolls her eyes but understands what is happening so she stays close to Huffan, but not too close to the smelly dwarf. (I assume)
My top 3 answers: "You can try to do that." "No, that does not mean I like pans." "Yes, I am pansexual."
Rubik's PR: 18.05 Ao5: 21.49 Ao12: 24.35 Ao100: 27.97
Dain listens intently to Huffan's chant. He focuses on the words while subconsciously feeling the ebb and flow of the cadence. He quickly realizes that this magic will offer little to help his current arcane research. With a sigh, he let's go of his thoughts and simply feels the rhythmic rise and fall of the spell.
Giving up for the moment, Dain fishes around in his pack and pulls forth a horn of fine quality. He inspects it with a critical eye. His eyebrows raised in alarm when he discovered a slight chip in the mouth piece.
Quickly pulling a pair of load stones from his pouch, he held them together and circled them slowly above the instrument. He chanted softly, smiling in satisfaction as the edges of the chip pushed together leaving no trace of the imperfection.
His heart stirred as the words of an ancient Battlehammer Clan war chant filled his mind. He lifted the horn to his lips, lungs filling with air. By luck or fate he noticed the glare and simmering rage in Azita's eyes. Having no desire for his horn to be used as a suppository he put the instrument away and let out a soft sigh.
His skill and background were more useful in a merchant's guild or on stage. He was at a loss with regards to organizing a strike force. He wandered over to Huflin and struck up a conversation about magic (after his ritual casting, of course).
"Do you know any fire spells? I'm this close to mastering a good one" He held his finger and thumb a half inch apart.
" Am I not a dwarf? Of course I have a few fire spells in my repertoire. And what wizard doesn't have fireball?" replies the grey beard. He lists Bonfire, firebolt, Dragons breath and fireball.
Cats go Moo!
Dain's face lights up with a massive smile.
"Fireball is the spell I have been researching! I would be in your debt if you could walk me through it. I have a few wings from a fire beetle and a bit of sulpher. I have lit a few torches and some curtains working on it. I know I'm close!"
He digs around in his pouch for a few moments and finally produces the components.
Hulfan purses his lips for a moment, then comments "That might work. Most spell casters use sulfur and bat guano if they don't have a focus like a staff or other mystic item." As the two walk along, the older dwarf waves his hand and a glowing ghostly tome appears floating before them. It opens up and mystical symbols and phrases start floating up from the pages into the air above it. He starts lecturing enthusiastically "Now there are other components you can use as a replacement components , such as Firebat guano, since it is already so sulfurous... or even a fire opal... but that is incredibly expensive just t have lying around. Now here is the basic premise on how most caster come about their own formulas for the fireball spell..."
(OOC: You've gotten everyone in earshot a lecture on the history of how the spell components for fireball were discovered, how it is thought how spell foci came about in general, with visual effects. He is a historian, after all.)
Cats go Moo!
Gunny considers getting a tattoo of Azita on his arm…
then all of the sudden a group of 10 elves appear on the road and pull out their weapons and make incoherent elf noises
Gunny readies his handaxes. Years of fighting alongside casters has taught him to let the spellcasters go first but he’s excited so…
initiative 15
Action attack handaxe Attack: 21 Damage: 10
Bonus action attack handaxe Attack: 10 Damage: 8
11"Where the hells did those pointy eared demons come from?!?"
Things were happening fast. A Fireball in the middle of those bastards would be a fine way to say hello, but the old doubts crept back in. Always the small one, physically weak from a childhood illness that should have killed him, the runt of the litter froze. What if it didn't work? What if it backfired and exploded in his hand? What if.......
***Dain will look for some cover and ready action hypnotic pattern: 120 ft range 30 ft cube. WIS save DC 15 he will target an area to get as many as possible: On a failed save, the creature becomes charmed for the duration. While charmed by this spell, the creature is incapacitated and has a speed of 0. Damage ends the effect. He will cast when elves begin to attack***
His trembling hand found the fire beetle wing, but what if... Dain breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the small crystal vial against his finger tips. He pulled the vial out, it glowed with a soft phosphorescent glow. Even though he lost his nerve with the Fireball, Dain knew he could buy the group some time to prepare and get into formation.
***OoC: not sure how the rolls work in this format, if anyone could pm me with a bit o guidance it would be greatly appreciated. Signed, the Noob****
17 initiative
***OoC: Thanks in advance for your patience as I learn the system. First roll 11 should stand, I didn't see it pop up in the top of the box and assumed user error.***
OOC: There should be a 6 sided die icon with the 3 dots on it on the frame of this chat window. I roll an attack of (1d20 +5 ) : 6
Cats go Moo!