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Post by hilathic on Mar 20, 2009 1:36:10 GMT -5
"Least I wont be cold in the snow any longer," Hilathic says as he moves to mid log to try to help carry it.
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Post by exile on Mar 20, 2009 7:21:48 GMT -5
(OOC: Any word from Wraith? Do we still have a fourth player?)7.0
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Mar 20, 2009 12:32:50 GMT -5
As Hilathic moves into place, Gl'Fnak shifts his hands around, trying to find the best way to grab the massive log. The Baatorian leans his face and upper torso right into the crackling, sparking fire and mutters something guttural - and barely audible, even to his nearby companions.
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Post by Stix on Mar 20, 2009 15:38:39 GMT -5
(OOC: Any word from Wraith? Do we still have a fourth player?)7.0 (I'd thought to ask you the same thing. I don't have an accurate email for her any more, and I haven't seen her on MSN or AIM since I've been back online. For the purposes of this scene, Quicksilver will still be with the group and helping to lift; if she's not back with us soon, I'll find a way to separate her so she could reappear if Kate comes back before the story arc ends.) (Lifting the log will require a Strength check at -3 to avoid hurting yourself. Failing the check means you can still lift it, but take 1d4 temporary damage from muscle strain for every 4 points by which the check is missed.) Quicksilver Str-3 (14) [dice=20][rand=381821721433730838090330872830493947333392980765837001222170058673] |
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Post by hilathic on Mar 20, 2009 15:48:17 GMT -5
Hilathic Str-3 (5)
[dice=20]
Damage
[dice=4][rand=8631769983026124172723997882629761529337539118167766441151198016]
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Post by hilathic on Mar 20, 2009 15:49:50 GMT -5
The rest of my damage =)
[dice=4]
[dice=4]
[dice=4][rand=0958351342281826811496696225727454217185177270087359355254287938485]
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Mar 20, 2009 15:50:27 GMT -5
Gl'Fnak Str -3 = 11
[dice=20][rand=62325186503827123342336709403420615493758345574205003981927946104413]
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Mar 20, 2009 15:51:14 GMT -5
Temp Damage [dice=4][rand=16260534607264819412552273822853320570124023008282817333097472] |
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Post by hilathic on Mar 20, 2009 15:51:36 GMT -5
"Ahhhh. Think I pulled something," Hilathic says as the log lifts off the ground and a look of pain washes over his face.
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Mar 20, 2009 15:55:26 GMT -5
Gl'Fnak's voice comes through the flames licking about his face. "hold fast, cutter. We need only carry it outside."
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Post by exile on Mar 22, 2009 13:54:24 GMT -5
(Hey! Sorry guys, been busy this weekend. I haven’t heard from Wraith in a long time, she’s hardly ever on MSN these days and I don’t have aim or any other means of contacting her. If she does log on I’ll send her a message, but until then I have no real ideas to offer. I won’t get a chance to see to Kale today but quickly for Hadrian…)
“Ready, cutters?” the aasimar exclaimed as the last of their number moved into place. “One, two, three, heave!”
[dice=20-3] against Str. 8
(Nice, finally a roll I can work with!)[rand=64933580180477589770488966493542916887158620244422569048103902461]
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Post by Stix on Mar 23, 2009 1:23:39 GMT -5
The assembly in the hall is on its feet, many of them cheering, all of them giving the four a wide berth (out of both respect and the need not to be set on fire) as they slowly make their way toward the door. The jarl himself appears proud of the travelers, waving for his servants to go on and prepare the cart for them. He follows the group to the door to send them off.
Once the log is laboriously lugged out-of-doors, two of the hall's strapping youths pull up an empty cart and lend a hand loading the gigantic, flaming timber.
"The cart is yours!" the young man calls jovially, his in the still night. "For nine gold pieces, I'll sell you an ox!" he adds with a pearl-white sly grin.
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Post by exile on Mar 23, 2009 11:31:49 GMT -5
Setting his share of the log down upon the cart, Hadrian turned to fix the young chieftain with an equally luminous smile. “Nine gold pieces, my friend? I’d say you have a deal!” Counting the coins out of his purse one at a time, he held the stack out in his open palm for the man to take. The night was still young and already things were looking brighter, but their task still stood ahead of them.
“Tell me, cutter, where is the next nearest lodge?”
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Mar 23, 2009 12:18:50 GMT -5
Even as he lets their fiery burden come to rest on the cart, Gl'Fnak chuckles at the youth's capitalistic remarks. "Almost like dealing with the baatezu, mince no words and take no minor detail for granted...because you certainly won't get it for free." The Cipher lets out a good-natured laugh, smiles genuinely at the young man and winks. "No offense intended, basher. Your folk are certainly true to their word."
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Post by Stix on Mar 28, 2009 21:05:16 GMT -5
The jarl shoots Gl'Fnak a hard look on being compared to a fiend, but his features slowly soften into a wry smile as he watches the tiefling. "From the likes of you, I will take that as a compliment," he says mirthfully as one of the carters fetches an ox and yokes the beast to the wagon.
"A petitioner hall stands on the far side of the earthberg," says the other carter to Hadrian, through a mild Asgardian accent. "The trolls in the hills and the beasts in the woods separate us. We are barely neighbors."
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Mar 30, 2009 12:02:55 GMT -5
The tiefling's black pitted eyes meet the jarl's stern gaze with the smile still creasing his lips. "Being able to take someone at their word is quite welcome this side of the Great Ring. Your help and generosity are much appreciated, cutter. Believe well and enjoy the rest of your celebration." He turns and prepares to depart from the hall.
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Post by exile on Mar 31, 2009 22:03:06 GMT -5
“Then that is where we aim for next, cutters,” Hadrian warmly replied. Stepping in beside the beast, he took the leads from the handler and patted the animal’s rump. “You have our undying gratitude, friends. May peace be upon your lodge but may your swords never rust.”
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Post by Stix on Apr 7, 2009 16:30:58 GMT -5
"Be welcome when next you pass my door," the jarl offers before returning to the warmth of his hall.
The low light casts a foreboding pall over the snowy hilltops as the small group prepares to set off again....
(Free RP here for a bit; will start the next scene some time in the next few days.)
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Apr 20, 2009 12:30:29 GMT -5
Leaving their employer to coax the ox along, the horse-legged tiefling quickly takes point and begins making a path to the other end of the earthberg. He finds a 6 to 7 foot branch or young tree which he uses to probe through the snow looking for hidden holes or obstacles that might hinder the ox-drawn cart. Specifically avoiding the steeper inclines and thicker sections of woods, Gl'Fnak works silently and seemingly tirelessly.971
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