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Post by Stix on May 23, 2009 21:04:25 GMT -5
(Nah, I cleared you on both Firing Into Melee and the possibility of wounding/killing the deva or fisherman, so I stand by my statement.  ) (A full-round parry is half the level, rounded up, plus an extra one for warriors, so John's shielded AC improves by a total of 5.) Armand takes the cue from John and backs off from the bebilith, blade raised in a high guard, not giving the creature a chance to strike at his back. |
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Post by exile on May 24, 2009 11:49:10 GMT -5
(OOC: Did the spell complete last round, or do I have to use my action to touch John? Wasn’t really clear on that from your post.)
Hadrian rapidly closed ranks with John, skirting about the man’s vanguard defense with an aim to plant his blade in the belly of the fiend. His assault was wordless, having no desire to draw the creature’s ire away from his steel clad companion until his sword plunged home.
Initiative
[dice=10+5]
THAC0 15 (attack modified by intrinsic properties of sword only, if any…)
[dice=20]
Damage (modified by intrinsic properties of sword only, if any…)
[dice=12]
(OOC: Stix, disregard my PM... I hit reply with the wrong window open. Also I have a function to attend this evening, so I won't be able to respond to my other threads until tomorrow.)[rand=786154336551208092574862699758787894968602232228787873322312677]
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Post by TheGratefulNed on May 25, 2009 16:23:48 GMT -5
Firing the five remaining meteors.
Initiative
[dice=10-1] (+ whatever speed firing the missiles happens at)
Attacks: (+2 for dex, +2 for spell)
[dice=20+4]
[dice=20+4]
[dice=20+4]
[dice=20+4]
[dice=20+4][rand=6756660776758097028703451037946470066198122803259328185995886983385]
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Post by Stix on May 26, 2009 10:23:11 GMT -5
Meteors landing (1 = Armand, 2 = Armand/John, 3 = John)
[dice=8][dice=8][dice=8][dice=8][dice=8][rand=9733366022597782205339504594362565876665728555925488101898738841]
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Post by Stix on May 26, 2009 10:32:40 GMT -5
Two of Gl'Fnak's meteorites fly wide, bursting near the bebilith's legs; three fall short, detonating between John, the retreating soldier, and the Abyss-creeper. The beast lowers its face and shies away from the explosions, dipping low to scoop up Ybdiel with one barbed forelimb.
Hadrian's raised blade slices through empty air as the bebilith vanishes... along with the deva.
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Post by john on May 26, 2009 13:56:59 GMT -5
John drops to one knee, between his own wounds and the sudden, horrifying realization of his failure... he husks, sitting upon fallen stones.
"What to be done? A debt unpaid... And in so doing, I am unmade."
Battle, even a hopeless one, held no fear for him. But the thought of his own balance sheet having come so thoroughly undone... at least momentarily has cast him into despair.
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Post by Stix on May 26, 2009 22:56:57 GMT -5
The sudden silence after the conflict is broken by the soft rumble of a basso voice inside the Rollicking Crescent, accompanied by the clinking of plate and mail and the clacking of hooves. The beam of a bullseye lantern pierces the deepening twilight from within the inn, bobbing up and down as the lightbearer nears the broken wall.
"In the n--" a familiar voice calls, stopping short. Silhouetted in the light of the inn is an imposing, armored aasimar bearing a reddish-pink tabard with the insignia of the Harmonium. His blue eyes light first on John, then linger on Hadrian as he sets down the lantern.
"...What are you doing here?"
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Post by john on May 27, 2009 11:51:50 GMT -5
"Failing to pay back a debt, or so it would seem." John's vulture-helmed face scowls at the ground, then he removes it, revealing the horrific skull-faced and burn scars that he acquired so recently. "And what are you doing here?"
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Post by Stix on May 27, 2009 14:56:55 GMT -5
Beris balks slightly on seeing John's face, but ignores the question for the moment. "...Then you're the ones with the deva," he says plainly. "Where is he?"
Armand makes his way around the Hardhead, returning to his fellows. "He was taken."
"By whom?"
"The same beast that did this," says the soldier, pointing to the wreckage. "And that," he adds, pointing within to the dismembered bodies. Stepping over a fallen chunk of plaster, he returns to the scene of the carnage.
"The bebilith," Beris thinks aloud. "Where did it take him?" he asks of the group, staring at a point in space somewhere in front of John.
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Post by exile on May 27, 2009 21:43:56 GMT -5
Hadrian's blade swept unexpectedly past the point of impact, carrying the aasimar a step overbalance to his visible astonishment. He did not even have words to spare for John in the taker's sudden desolation, only slack-jawed disbelief. What had become of the fiend? What's more, what had become of the Deva? What-
That voice... It couldn't possibly be. But turning to regard the source, the madman was confronted with an all too familiar visage. "Beris?"
Hadrian shook his head, wide eyed and reluctant to acknowledge what couldn't possibly be disputed. What a senseless place the multiverse was. "You could just as well ask the powers, basher. I couldn't begin to guess."
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Post by john on May 27, 2009 21:44:45 GMT -5
"Not sure. Got a problem with his work?" *he gestures to his face again* "Looks like you folks can't stand a little asymmetry in your orderly world." *he makes a snarling noise* "If you can track him, take me. I want this debt done."
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Post by Stix on May 28, 2009 10:23:27 GMT -5
Disregarding John's quip in favor of his determination, Beris turns to look over his shoulder, back into the roadside inn. "Out here, cutters!"
A small army of lawmen files out of the Crescent, five in all -- a second Harmonium officer (a male human, well-armed and decked out in field plate and great helm), two Mercykillers (a particularly large male bariaur wearing a bandoleer of throwing hammers over his mail-and-plate barding and a female tiefling with horns on her temples, sporting deep green and black leather armor), and two Guvners (a tall male aasimar with the refined features and silver-white hair of a movanic deva, wearing steel-blue robes and a collection of gold and stone medallions, as well as a cube-shaped modron [Hadrian recognizes it as the judge from his short-notice trial]).
"Did it leave on foot, or otherwise?" Beris inquires as the bariaur begins to search the ground nearby. The rest of the group eyes the other planewalkers with a mix of wariness and curiosity.
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Post by john on May 28, 2009 14:47:15 GMT -5
"It vanished, by sorcerous act or by some teleportation I know not... but it disappeared from our sight not by retreating. It was just there, grasped the Aasimar, and was gone." John croaks, his voice the quiet death march of a man who wants to make sure the trackers have enough to go on, to finish this fight.
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Post by exile on May 30, 2009 11:58:38 GMT -5
“It left ‘otherwise’,” Hadrian concurred with a quick nod of his head. “But unless one of your armored companions can cleanse the fiend’s poison I still have a patient to attend to – more perhaps if the poor sods inside the inn wish to accompany us to the monastery. As for you, Taker,” the aasimar continued, turning his blue eyed gaze upon John. “Your obligations to me are complete, seeing as the Deva has vanished, but if you’re content to walk with me along this leg of the journey then I will in turn aid you in yours.”
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Post by Stix on Jun 5, 2009 9:46:07 GMT -5
The bariaur and modron gather over the wounded fisherman, conversing quietly as they observe the shallow tracks left by the massive creature. " We'll find it," Beris reassures John with complete confidence. The modron begins a long, slow incantation -- the beginnings of a drawn-out spell, it would appear. " Ragnar has healed some among the wounded," Beris adds to Hadrian. " Before we go, we'll help you finish the job." The bariaur lowers his horned head over the fisherman and examines the wound. " That's a nasty bite," he comments, speaking a brief prayer to St. Cuthbert and laying hands on the injured sod. " He won't get any worse for a few days, but he'll need better attention than I can give him this far removed from the Bastion." " A few days should give us enough time to resolve this business, as long as the beast hasn't gotten far." " The bebilith has not left Principality," the modron confirms in monotone after completing its spell. " Good," says the Hardhead, opening a small scroll case hanging on his belt. " We'll catch it sooner than I'd thought." Beris unrolls a small map, holding it in the lantern-light for all to see.  " Devland, Achalda, and Onatos will go to Pax Benefice." He points to a roughly central location, a small town on the shore of Lake Aonia. " There, you'll rally support to hunt the bebilith. Ragnar and I will take Two-Six-Three and search the smaller settlements in Benem -- if it's like anything else from the Abyss, it'll have to stage another attack before long." Whatever the results, we'll rendezvous at Conclave Fidelis in three days." Beris looks to Hadrian, John, and Gl'Fnak, wondering what to do about them. " As for you three bashers," he starts cautiously, trying not to give them orders, " if you're in this to help the deva -- and I believe you are -- take the wounded to Conclave Fidelis and meet us there." |
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Post by john on Jun 7, 2009 7:20:50 GMT -5
John nods a grudging agreement to the Hardhead's logic.
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Post by exile on Jun 7, 2009 15:02:54 GMT -5
“We were suggested by the petitioners of this realm to seek out the monks of accord,” Hadrian chimed. “Is that where we will find them then? This Conclave Fidelis? I suppose if any help can be offered there, it is will worth the journey. I am merely curious.”
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Jun 18, 2009 13:17:25 GMT -5
As the spider-demon disappears with the Deva, a clearly perplexed look crosses Gl'Fnak's scaly, ashen face. He turns promptly on one hoof, instinctively raising the silvery-blue blade in his hand. Seeing the tell-tale color and marking of the Hardheads he lowers the sword just as quickly.
The Cipher takes in the site of each of the five additional lawmen in turn. Nodding at John's response he adds matter-of-factly, "it teleported away."
The Baatorian tiefling listens quietly while the lawmen talk, studying the chanting modron. When the map is unfurled, he walks a little closer to take a look at the places indicated. "Where are the best places to cross or ford the rivers? Or would a boat be our best bet?"
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Post by Stix on Jul 6, 2009 12:52:24 GMT -5
“ We were suggested by the petitioners of this realm to seek out the monks of accord,” Hadrian chimed. “ Is that where we will find them then? This Conclave Fidelis? I suppose if any help can be offered there, it is will worth the journey. I am merely curious.” Beris merely shrugs. " It's the only monastery on the map. Your guess is as good as mine; I'd say it's a safe bet." The Baatorian tiefling listens quietly while the lawmen talk, studying the chanting modron. When the map is unfurled, he walks a little closer to take a look at the places indicated. " Where are the best places to cross or ford the rivers? Or would a boat be our best bet?" " That question, I can answer. Elysian petitioners are fond of a saying: 'The path of virtue surpasses all obstacles.' If you reach an impassable barrier, simply turn around and walk away from it. The plane will carry the righteous to wherever they're bound." |
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Jul 6, 2009 13:43:03 GMT -5
" That question, I can answer. Elysian petitioners are fond of a saying: 'The path of virtue surpasses all obstacles.' If you reach an impassable barrier, simply turn around and walk away from it. The plane will carry the righteous to wherever they're bound." Apparently content with the Hardhead's direction, Gl'Fnak returns to the half-ruined building to take a count of the injured and begins looking for anything that can be fashioned into makeshift sledges or litters (e.g., tables, doors, solid timbers, sturdy cloth/canvas, rope) for the unconscious and badly injured. or for simple crutches for the less severely hurt. ((OOC: From Gl'Fnak's initial surveyance of the outside of the building, were there any stables or tethered animals?)) |
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