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Post by exile on Oct 23, 2009 13:15:53 GMT -5
(My mistake, I thought the damage of a spear held in two hands against large enemies WAS 1d8+1. Ok third times the charm.)
Damage (for realsies)
[dice=6]
[dice=6][rand=61194085337841414780533131415755340246400799185671111401155391133]
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Oct 23, 2009 15:50:12 GMT -5
As the large humanoid closes with them and decides to target Hadrian, the tiefling steps toward it silently, swinging his blade.
AC: 4
THAC0: 17
Round 1
Initiative: +4 sword, -1 Cipher bonus
[dice=10+3]
Attack: -1 condition, +1 shrine, +1 sword
[dice=20+1]
Damage:
[dice=12+1][rand=9631149645029585744946815394062265199340974497466703273416997682]
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Post by Stix on Oct 23, 2009 16:29:09 GMT -5
As the hulking figure approaches, Gl'Fnak escapes notice for a moment to sneak around and flank it -- his sword-stroke and Hadrian's spear-point connect almost simultaneously. Its club clips Hadrian, but bounces harmlessly off of his reinforced flesh. Dimly realizing it can't hurt the spellslinger, it turns its attention to the tiefling.
In the light of the burning log, the creature's crooked yellow teeth are visible as a snarl beneath one great, bloodshot eye. The untanned hides that pass for its clothing give off an awful reek the closer it gets.
Cyclops-kin
Accumulated damage: 12
AC 3
THAC0 15
Initiative
[dice=10+7]
vs. Gl'Fnak
[dice=20+1]
11 or better to hit
Damage
[dice=6+5][rand=10956508181234026782426903261551631903652711447818218656605950057]
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Post by exile on Oct 23, 2009 18:14:47 GMT -5
His spear rammed home, though the creature's mantle of tattered hides turned it aside from the mortal blow it might have been. It was with grim satisfaction that Hadrian traced the line of blood welling up along the fullers of his spear tip. There was precious little time to gloat in the momentary victory however - Hadrian could do nothing but scream his fury as Gl'Fnak staggered under the next blow. His wordless cry dying upon the snow capped hills, the aasimar chose to speak with steel.
Initiative
[dice=10+6]
Attack
[dice=20+1]
Damage
[dice=6]
[dice=6][rand=432551884092390545486019840463996409368159249424937349038859829307]
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Oct 25, 2009 12:41:49 GMT -5
Seeing their cyclopean foe turn his one-eyed gaze at himself, Gl'Fnak's grin turns slightly malicious. Hoping to loose his spell and catch the creature before it's mighty club connects, the tiefling barks out some strange, staccato syllables while waving his hand in an intricate pattern. The arcane energy realizes itself in a blue sphere in the Cipher's hand which is quickly hurled at the monstrous form in front of him.
Round 2
THAC0: 17
AC: 4
HP: 39/39
Casting Chromatic Orb, 9th level version - death
Initiative: Casting Time 1, Cipher Bonus -1
[dice=10]
Attack Roll: +3 - spell, creature within 10 yards; +2 Dex Bonus
[dice=20+5]
Effects:
Creature save v. spell at -1 to negate
If that fails, creature save v. death or dies
If save v. death succeeds, creature is paralyzed for 2-5 rounds
[dice=4+1][rand=373944772833156759093242850256126590218174152508721728983880537212]
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Post by Stix on Oct 27, 2009 15:14:30 GMT -5
(Death is the 12th-level version of Chromatic Orb.)
Attack of Opportunity (opponent using missiles in melee range)
[dice=20]
Damage
[dice=6+5][rand=0710144018805750680306223120602463933168105100155510699960090036953]
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Post by Stix on Oct 27, 2009 15:16:16 GMT -5
The cyclops-kin takes another brutal swing at Gl'Fnak, who ducks it just in time but fails to connect with his spell. Hadrian's spear again strikes true, and the creature staggers under its injuries...
Morale
[dice=20][rand=6488432727906299676034566581025884984372202122587191299597655814]
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Post by Stix on Oct 27, 2009 15:22:45 GMT -5
...before turning to bolt from the scene as best it can.
Cyclops-kin
Accumulated damage: 22
AC 4
(Attacks of opportunity at +1 to hit, other melee attacks must beat its initiative.)
[dice=10+5][rand=6563712401159821338895593679682145685428465848235287566299050822]
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Post by exile on Oct 27, 2009 15:25:12 GMT -5
Another jab and another sound blow. Hadrian weaved his spear under the creature's faultering guard for yet another lighting quick attack. Better to keep his spells in reserve - there was still no telling where this night would lead.
Initiative
[dice=10+6]
Attack
[dice=20+1]
Damage
[dice=6]
[dice=6][rand=18033261597156525711924298666417654502635356038814389247437939048]
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Post by exile on Oct 27, 2009 15:39:50 GMT -5
Forgot to post Attack of Opportunity:
As the creature turned to flee, Hadrian took one last parting strike...
Attack
[dice=20+2]
Damage
[dice=6]
[dice=6][rand=8462598407641053603348597884178264139702077955013752065934240818]
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Oct 27, 2009 16:05:19 GMT -5
((Did his hit connect with me or did Hadrian's hit cause him to abort his action?)) As the magical sphere flies wide, Gl'Fnak's smile turns into a sneer as he begins swinging his sword again. AC: 4 THAC0: 17 Attack of Opportunity: -1 weather conditions, +1 shrine, +1 sword, +1 attack of opportunity [dice=20+2] Damage (of Opportunity): [dice=12+1] Initiative: +4 sword, -1 Cipher bonus [dice=10+3] Attack: -1 condition, +1 shrine, +1 sword [dice=20+1] Damage: [dice=12+1] (Death is the 12th-level version of Chromatic Orb.) ((12th level!? The entry I see for it only goes up to level 9))[rand=57078214878805568985711137919349098882893402115319554075131785488] |
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Post by Stix on Oct 27, 2009 17:01:37 GMT -5
((Did his hit connect with me or did Hadrian's hit cause him to abort his action?)) (I'm under the weather and completely off today, sorry. The first swing was a hit; the attack of opportunity missed.) ((12th level!? The entry I see for it only goes up to level 9)) (1st-white-Light, 2nd-Red-Heat, 3rd-Orange-Fire, 4th-Yellow-Blindness, 5th-Green-Stinking Cloud, 6th-Turquoise-Magnetism, 7th-Blue-Paralysis, 10th-Violet-Petrification, 12th-Black-Death. Wizard's HB, p. 96.) As the monstrous thing turns and lowers its guard to flee, Gl'Fnak sweeps with the flat of his blade, catching it across the knee and causing it to falter before it can take off running. In the moment's pause, Hadrian lodges his spear between the cyclops-kin's ribs as Gl'Fnak cuts across both hamstrings. The giant topples over, its weight yanking the spear right from the Bleaker's hands as it falls dying into the snow, the shaft of the weapon upraised like the flag of a conqueror. With heaving, pained breaths it fights to crawl back from where it came. |
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Post by exile on Oct 27, 2009 17:08:29 GMT -5
Staring at the pitiful sight before him with compassion, though without remorse, the Bleaker circled round his vanquished foe and crouched down low so that his gaze connected with the one lone eye of the fallen giant.
"Do you speak my tongue, basher?" and if that request received no answer he tried again in High Norse.
Medicine roll to assess the cyclops kin's injuries (not sure of modifiers)
[Dice=20]
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Oct 27, 2009 17:54:45 GMT -5
(7th-Blue-Paralysis, 10th-Violet-Petrification, 12th-Black-Death. Wizard's HB, p. 96.) ((Hmm, I see that now that I look at an actual copy of the Wizard's HB. My pdf of 26 books has 8th and 9th levels listed as the last versions. I've made notes in it now.  So the one that missed should have been the 7th level version, Paralysis. That's what I was originally going to do, hence the description of the blue sphere that I forgot to change to black.)) With heaving, pained breaths it fights to crawl back from where it came. " Do you speak my tongue, basher?" and if that request received no answer he tried again in High Norse. The horse-legged Cipher trots ahead of the crawling creature, his sword ready to strike if the creature doesn't reply at all or if it makes any potentially threatening movements. While he's waiting for the Madman to do whatever it is he's going to do, Gl'Fnak eyes the fallen cyclops carefully, taking note of anything it's wearing before sparing a quick glance up the hill to the spot from which the thing emerged. |
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Post by Stix on Nov 10, 2009 10:29:30 GMT -5
"You... are meat," the cyclops-kin responds in pained, broken Asgardian. "Meat... should not... speak...."
The wounds are certainly fatal, it has only minutes to live.
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Nov 10, 2009 11:40:07 GMT -5
While he doesn't understand the Asgardian tongue and has no skill in healing, the Cipher can recognize a fatal wound when he sees one. With his coal black eyes still on the bleeding figure on the ground, Gl'Fnak cocks his head toward the Bleaker with an inquiring arch of his hairless brow.
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Post by exile on Nov 10, 2009 23:24:47 GMT -5
"Ah," Hadrian exclaimed sagely. "You shall have no more meat tonight, I think." The madman produced a wineskin from within the folds of his robes and laid it on the ground between them. "You may have a last drink though, if you wish."
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Post by Stix on Nov 25, 2009 11:43:22 GMT -5
The cyclops-kin spits weakly, a rivulet of blood spilling over its chin. It slumps forward into the snow, its one eye hatefully fixed on Hadrian as its life wanes away. The sharp cry of a raven echoes through the canyon.
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Nov 25, 2009 12:53:39 GMT -5
As soon their foe rudely declines the offer of a last drink and falls limply into the snow, Gl'Fnak pivots on one hoof and begins picking his way up to the spot in the rock wall where the creature first appeared.
Climb Walls 70% (if applicable)
[dice=100]
((If it's a sheer face of rock with no possibility of climbing, he'll cast Spider Climb to scale it.))[rand=5838632319161098377987191525196442828875913322670423987469247215976]
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Post by exile on Nov 25, 2009 20:14:54 GMT -5
"As you wish, Basher," Hadrian replies without emotion. He could do nothing to quell the fire in the beast's heart but he could certainly shorten the duration of its suffering. Unsheathing the blade belted at his hip he dispatched the giant with an executioner's blow, clean, and efficient. The corpse would remain unburied tonight though, Hadrian having neither the time nor the inclination to attend to that rite.
Wiping down his blade and spear in turn on the freshly fallen snow, the aasimar made a quick study of the creature's effects. His attention so diverted, he called out distractedly to Gl'Fnak. "What do you see, cutter?"
(OOC: Assuming an uncontested coup de grace - if you need me to roll something I can. Anything of interest on the great big lug?)
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