<DM> Erias: As you round the bend, you see a human man, dark brown hair, ducking behind a tree at your approach. <DM> * <Erias> I take a couple of steps forward and call out, "Sir? Are you alright?" <Erias> (quick look around to see if this is a potential ambush) <Fordran> I step back out from behind the tree. "Ah, good sir Knight. You startled me." <Fordran> "No, everything is all right. Can't be too careful out in the wild, you know. How are you this find morning?" <Fordran> er, fine. <Fordran> "It's good to see one of Pelor's fine warriors again." <Erias> "Quite true... the roads can be dangerous. I'm well. And yourself?" <Erias> "Have you perhaps any word from the coast? I'm on my way to Threecrown." <Fordran> "Doing... well. I just woke. Would you care to share breakfast? I've got some spare rations." <Erias> "That's very kind of you. A little food and conversation would be nice -- I'd be happy to." <Erias> "one of Pelor's fine warriors... are you familiar with our Order?" <Erias> (I presume we move off the road? Head to wherever Fordran was camped?) * Erias pauses, looks at Fordran for a moment <Fordran> "Yes. I am a follower of Pelor... not officially one of the church, but a devout worshipper. I try, at least." <Erias> "Ah, I was thinking you looked familiar. I do travel a bit -- perhaps I've seen you at one of the services. Perhaps in Malfore?" <Fordran> "Most likely. I go to service when I'm in town. I travel a lot, so I can't attend service as often as I like." I look at the rising sun. "But one may worship every day, if not every waking moment." <Erias> a pause, a look of consideration / recognition <Erias> "Quite so. You do indeed seem quite a genuine follower. What a pleasant coincidence, this chance meeting." <Erias> (damn. I'm not playing my int.) <Fordran> "You asked about the coast earlier. May I ask why?" * Erias looks carefully at you for a moment. <Erias> "I'm looking for a member of my Order. He's been missing for some time." <Erias> "We intended to investigate a new church that may be of Pelor, and extend greetings if appropriate, but our first envoy has not returned." <Fordran> "I see." A pause. "Would you require aid? I seek to help Pelor in what small ways I can." <Erias> "I know that the lands around Threecrown can be dangerous, so I hope for the best while fearing the worst." <Erias> "Your devotion is admirable. Sure. I'd be happy to have your assistance." <Fordran> "Tell me more about this ... this new church." <Erias> "Be advised, though, that this mission may be dangerous... " *glances at your weapons* "but it seems you do not lack preparation." * Fordran chuckles. <Fordran> "Yes, one learns, after a lesson or two, not to go out unprepared." <Erias> "The new church is called the Church of the Eternal Orb. I know little more than that, other than that their symbol is a stylized sun." * Erias smiles. * Fordran has a look of recognition on his face. * Erias waits <Erias> "You've... heard of them?" <Fordran> "No... not exactly. Not... is the symbol of a sun with rays on the upper half?" <Erias> "Yes, that's exactly it." <Fordran> "I had a dream about that symbol, just before I woke." * Fordran suddenly looks committed. * Erias 's face clears. <Fordran> "I must go with you." <Erias> "An omen, indeed. It seems this is your path." <Erias> (I didn't do any appearance stuff) <Fordran> "I sensed Pelor's presence in my dream. I dreamt of a young boy, wearing this symbol, taking from Pelor." <Erias> (I'm in full plate, with a tabard of Pelor) <Erias> "taking from... " <Fordran> (I'm probably not armored yet.) <Erias> "stealing?" <Fordran> "Not as such... more as a child might take a toy from another." <Erias> "That's more than I can understand now, but it is troublesome." <Fordran> "Yet, Pelor continued to protect what was his, and that gave me hope." <Erias> "I'm eager to find the meaning in this, along with my lost companion." <Erias> "You are clearly more than the lay worshipper I took you for at first. And yet you say you are not a priest?" * Fordran looks embarrassed. "No... it turns out my path may not be one of a priest." * Erias looks puzzled. "I... see." <Fordran> "It's a long story. Which, I suppose, I'll have time to tell you as we head out to Threecrown." <Erias> "Certainly." <Erias> (finish up, clean up, head out?) <Fordran> (yep.) <Erias> (*cloppity cloppity cloppity*) <Fordran> (*walkity walkity walkity*) <Fordran> (tells life story) <Fordran> "...and that's how butter is made." <Erias> (oh. *clop... clop... clop*) <Fordran> (Fordran is also talking about life on his farm.) <Erias> (tells of recent adventures) <Fordran> (his parents' farm.) <Erias> ("...now remember, our clothes were five floors away at the time.") <Fordran> (talks about shadow-like god-killing creatures from another plane) <DM> Okay, now we're waiting on Tony <Erias> (Erias talks mostly of his missions with the Knights) <Erias> cool <Erias> brb bathroom <Erias> back <DM> (feel free to continue a bit, just waiting to tie Tony in) <Fordran> (has a discussion about whether Pelor uses a mace or a heavy mace) <Erias> (doot de doo) <DM> (oy) <Foster> (exists elsewhere) <DM> ("Now, the Salharin Revisionists claim that Pelor must use the Mace, because of recent insight into the translations made by Dyerz scholars during the Time of troubles.") <Erias> (has a discussion about whether it's better to slay evil with a dagger or spend time looking for your mace) <Erias> (hey, we've both got Knowledge(Religion)... so I'm sure we spend some time on these sorts of topics) * Sam has joined #ddi <DM> (A Sam! Huzzah!) <Sam> evening. <Erias> mrognig. <Fordran> Arr. <Erias> Ess. <DM> As Fordran and Erias travel along the road, the small hairs on their skin begins to prickle. * Fordran starts looking around, somewhat uselessly. * Erias slows down a bit. <Fordran> "You ever get the sense..." * Erias notices Fordran looking around. <Erias> "Yeah, I'm feeling it too." <Fordran> "Maybe I'm getting too paranoid." <DM> The sensation of static begins to build a bit, and a breeze begins to pick up, from all directions. * Erias tries to keep his horse calm, looks around * Fordran (who, hopefully, got armored up), readies his shield. <Fordran> (Buckler) <Erias> Is there cover nearby? <DM> Some sparse trees near the road. <DM> But sec. <Erias> ok <DM> As your horse looks around warily, the static sensation builds up significantly, and you feel the discharge before the flash of lightning leaves you blinking. <DM> On a clear day. <DM> In the middle of the road. * Erias rubs his eyes, blinks <DM> When your vision clears, you see an unconscious human form, slightly charred. <Fordran> "Oh, no." * Erias climbs off his horse. * Fordran runs to the body. * Fordran checks to see if the human is still alive. <Fordran> (heal +12) <DM> He's still breathing. * Erias reaches the body somewhere around now. <Erias> "Is he alive?" * Erias kneels down as well. <Erias> "Hold on, I can help him." <Fordran> (i'm holding off on any healing until i get a sense of how injured he is) <Erias> (I'm paused for the moment) <Erias> (Erias doesn't realize that you can actually heal; you said you were untrained) <Fordran> (yeah, I know.) <DM> (sec, waiting to catch someone up) <Erias> (np) <DM> Spot checks, those present, and awake. <Fordran> public spot checks? <DM> Yeah, for now. <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 14 | [d20=11] [+3=3] <Erias> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 8 | [d20=7] [+1=1] <Foster> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 18 | [d20=8] [+10=10] * Fordran looks southward. "There! Something's fleeing!" <Erias> "What?!" * Erias spins, looks <Fordran> "No... it's... coming toward us!" <DM> Something small, maybe a foot long, ruddy-brown. * Erias readies his shield. * Fordran readies his buckler. * Erias moves to stand in front of the unconscious form. <Erias> "Can you tell what it is?" <DM> Either of you have Knowledge: animals/nature/monsters etc? <Fordran> nope! <Erias> nope <DM> It's a small reddish-brown lizard, with wings. <DM> Well. Sort of a lizard. <DM> It looks kind of chubby for a lizard. <Erias> "uh..." * Apol swoops in and hovers. <Apol> "Kaetaa! Martivir. Wux *ocuir* vethithurirlevethix Bob?" <Fordran> "Uh..." <Erias> "It almost sounds like it's talking." <Fordran> ("Comprehend Languages? Why should I take that spell?" said Geordan. "I'll never use that.") <Apol> "Munthreck thric *renthisj* darastrix? Well, at least I know you speak!" <Erias> "Will the man live -- whoah!" * Fordran steps back. <Fordran> "What... who... are you?" * Apol bows not so gracefully in the air. <Ian> (Comprehend is text-only, anyhow) <Fordran> (I could have him write stuff down) <Apol> "I'm Apollonaridictys. Is that Bob-like hurt?" <Erias> "Greetings, flying, talking lizard. Forgive our surprise." * Apol swoops down and sniffs. * Erias restrains his reflex to block. <Fordran> "I... I was just about to check..." * Fordran looks at Erias helplessly. <Erias> "Check." * Erias keeps an eye on the creature. * Fordran goes back to the body, checks to see if he's still alive, and the severity of the injuries. * Erias relaxes slightly. * Apol ignores the rest and mumbles things in Draconic to the Bob-like on the ground. <Erias> "Are you... yes, he's hurt. We're not sure how." <Sam> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 8 | [d20=1] [+7=7] <Fordran> (doh.) * Sam doesn't wake up. <DM> Heal checks, then :P <Fordran> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 26 | [d20=14] [+12=12] <DM> Good enough! <Fordran> "Intestines on the... inside." <Erias> "Here." * Erias kneels down as well. * Apol moves out of the way as the big Bob-likes move in. * Sam opens his eyes. <Erias> "Oh, he's awake." <Fordran> "Sir? Sir, can you hear me?" * Erias turns to look behind him. * Sam sits up...cautiously. * Fordran helps Sam up. <Fordran> "Take it easy, sir." * Erias edges around so that Apollonaridictys isn't behind him. <Apol> "Bob? Vethithurir Bob?" <Erias> "Looks like he's okay... but I still don't know what in the name of Pelor is going on." * Apol moves in to hover near the charred Bob-like. * Sam looks at the lizard-thing and looks very, very confused. <Fordran> "How are you feeling, sir? Do you need anything?" * Fordran fishes out a flask of water from his bag and presents it. <Sam> "Thank you." * Sam drinks a little. <DM> He looks around 24, 6 feet high, and charred. <Erias> "Uh... don't worry about the flying lizard. I don't think it's dangerous." * Apol sees what one Bob-like is doing and fishes out a tiny water skin and mimics. <Fordran> "Are you injured? Do you require healing, sir?" <Erias> (fishes out of... wait... this is a flying humanoid lizard?) <Sam> (For reference: Sam has very short dark hair, brown eyes, perhaps 12 stone in weight.) <Apol> "I can be dangerous if you want." * Erias raises eyebrows. "Really?" <Erias> "Uh, I mean, no, thank you. Not now." <Apol> "Ok, but just let me know if you want to see me be dangerous!" <Apol> (has a little fanny pack) <Sam> "I've had worse. I'll be fine, assuming I don't repeat *that* mistake..." * Erias looks back and forth between Apol and Sam. <Fordran> "What happened, exactly? We saw a lightning bolt..." * Fordran looks up at the sky. <Fordran> "...which, honestly, surprised us." * Sam looks around. * Erias turns to Sam, looks hard at him for a moment. <Sam> "Oh bugger." * Sam looks skyward, sneers. <DM> (It's a tiny dragon.) <DM> (Not a humanoid lizard.) <Erias> (oh.) <DM> (But your characters probably don't know that.) * Sam looks back at Erias. "What?" <Erias> "So... do you know what happened?" <Erias> "Because, honestly, I don't see this sort of thing often." <Sam> "I was being chased. Elves. I ran into a stone circle. I wake up here. <Sam> "Wherever here is. A very unfamiliar place, this." <Fordran> "Some sort of magic, then?" <Apol> "So you Bob-likes are the source of the shochraos?" <Sam> "I would guess." * Apol perks up at the word "magic." <Erias> "The source of the... uh" <Apol> "The forked white light in the sky." * Fordran looks back and forth between Sam and Apol. <Erias> "We're a couple of days east of Threecrown. Does that help?" * Sam asks Apol, "Bob-like?" <Apol> "So you have seen Bob?" <Apol> "Bob likes magic." <Sam> "I know no Bob." <Fordran> "Who's this Bob?" <Erias> "This is Apollo-- I'm sorry, I can't remember all of your name." <Sam> "Threecrown...not familiar either." <Apol> "That's ok. Bob called me Apol. Just say that." <Erias> "I'm afraid I haven't met this 'Bob' either." * Sam curses and swears under his breath. <Erias> "A lost companion?" <Erias> (to Sam) "What's your name, sir?" <Fordran> "Where were you from, sir? Oh, my manners. I'm sorry. My name is Fordran." <DM> Those of you with hair and skin present begin to feel prickling on your hair and skin. <DM> Those of you with scales begin to feel prickling there, instead. <Fordran> "Oh no." <Fordran> "I think it's going to happen again--" * Erias grabs Sam and tries to start dragging him into the trees. <Sam> "Call me Sam, everyone else does." <Sam> "What, hey..." <DM> *ZOT ZOT ZOT* <Erias> "I'm Erias. Let's move--" <DM> Fort saves * Apol looks around and swoops to the trees. <Erias> public or private? <DM> Pub <Fordran> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 10 | [d20=3] [+7=7] <Sam> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 19 | [d20=12] [+7=7] * Fordran stabs his dice in the eye. <Apol> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 19 | [d20=10] [+9=9] <Erias> |roll d20+14 <tafal> 33 | [d20=19] [+14=14] <DM> Fordran is blinded for... <DM> |roll d4 <tafal> 1 | [d4=1] <DM> 1 round. * Fordran starts to move, but trips over a rock. <DM> The rest of you see three elves in light chain and weapons drawn appear after the flash passes. <DM> Well, two. <DM> The third one is on his back, blinking <Fordran> hah <DM> Let me... <DM> er. <Erias> initiative allowing, I draw my mace. <DM> Nevermind, continue. <DM> Well, no one's attacked anyone yet. <Erias> okay. I'm not moving to attack. <Fordran> let me know when my vision returns. * Sam looks for something to hide behind. * Erias moves in front of Sam. (what does Sam look like? dangerous? helpless?) * Apol swoops near and hovers. Yells, "Vaesaein, Martivir. Wux *ocuir* vethithurirlevethix Bob?" <DM> He kind of looks like a singed peasant. (correct me if I'm wrong, Tony) <Sam> (Pretty much, yeah. Clothes, shoes, belt, backpack.) <Erias> "Hello!" <Erias> (stop me if I'm going too fast.) <Fordran> (i'm still blinded, afaik) <DM> "Er, osvith.. aus...austhat zara au..jir?" * Sam attempts to hide behind a tree. * Fordran is trying to rub his eyes. "What-- who's that?" <Erias> "Um... does anyone here speak elven?" <Fordran> "...Elves!?" <DM> "We speak Common, Knight." <Fordran> (i assume six seconds have passed, and i can see?) <DM> (yes) * Fordran sees, crab-walks backward away from the scary elves. * Erias nods to them. <DM> "We are here to arrest that man *points* for the crime of murder." <Apol> "Wux *tuor* munthrek?" <Erias> "I greet you, gentlemen." * Sam gulp. <Fordran> "Murder?" <Erias> "That is a serious charge." * Erias looks at Sam. * Sam shakes his head vigorously as if to deny the accusation. <Erias> "And this puts me in a difficult position." <DM> "Most serious. The High Lord Mayor charged us to bring him back at any cost" * Sam looks around frantically, borderline-panicked. * Apol looks confused. Big new words are being spoken. <Fordran> "I... uh. Where are you all from, exactly?" <Erias> "I do not mean to cause offense, but I have no way of knowing the truth of this matter. I would not aid a criminal, but nor would I surrender an innocent to those who wish him harm." * Sam looks ready to run...but isn't running yet. <Erias> "I would be willing to turn him over to the authorities in Threecrown, which is a couple of day's travel from here. If you wish to accompany us, you may." <DM> "Threecrown? What kingdom is this?" <Erias> (what kingdom is this?) <DM> (In answer...) <DM> (There's no real 'kingdom' here, per se) <DM> (There are some free cities) <DM> (Malfore being the largest nearby one) <Erias> "The nearest major city is Malfore, several days to the east." <DM> He looks to his companions, the third of which is groggily getting to his feet. <DM> He turns back to you. * Sam whispers to nobody in particular, "They're as lost as I am?" <DM> "We will accompany you to this Threecrown, where we will send word back to the Lord Mayor as to how to proceed." <DM> "We will agree to leave him in your custody until Threecrown, at which point you will give him into the custody of their... Constable?" * Apol flies and lands near Sam. * Sam mumbles, "This...this is insane." <DM> * <Erias> "I thank you for your courtesy; I'm sure we can resolve this matter justly. I will go with you to the (town guard?) when we arrive, and you may then officially make this accusation, and I'm sure the accused will be detained as is appropriate." <DM> He half-bows to you. * Sam deadpans to Erias, "Thank you for being my advocate." <Erias> (to Sam) "Sir, I apologize for this necessity. If we can determine that you are truly innocent I will do my best to protect you." <DM> He makes a hand gesture to his compatriots, and they disappear into the woods on either side of the road. <Fordran> "Where are they..." <DM> Listen check. <DM> (pub) <Erias> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 19 | [d20=18] [+1=1] <Sam> "Make sure they keep their mitts off me. <Sam> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 20 | [d20=17] [+3=3] <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 13 | [d20=10] [+3=3] <Apol> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 14 | [d20=7] [+7=7] <Erias> (they all disappeared, or just the two compatriots?) <DM> (the two) * Fordran turns southward, again. <Erias> (generally, to the elf and to Sam, glancing back and forth) "So were are you actually from?" <Fordran> "What was that?" <Erias> "Uh--" * Erias turns. <Fordran> "I heard someone." * Sam looks south. "Was that...?" * Apol looks around. <DM> (Sec, lemme set up the mat) <DM> (geordan, is there a 'clear all?') * Fordran looks at Erias. "I wonder how many more people will be joining us today." <Fordran> (no, but i can rapidly destroy. or you can make a new map) <DM> (oh yeah) <Fordran> (of appropriate size, even) <Fordran> (btw, the battlemat has all the quality you'd expect from approximately nine hours of work.) <Apol> (it's very cool) <Fordran> (mouse over squares to see who's in them.) <DM> Okay. Everyone check in when you're on the page. <Erias> don't we need a url? for the new map? <Erias> or just use the old one? <Fordran> reload <Sam> got new page <DM> I sent it to you by tell <DM> It's individual <Erias> oh. duh. <Erias> I'm on the new page. <Erias> Apol is special. She gets her own color :P <DM> Well, it's by species. <Erias> Ah. <Apol> ;) <Apol> (not sure if Apol is male or female btw) <DM> Okay, now that I have your complete attention. <Fordran> (btw the page does not autoreload.) <Erias> (got it.) <DM> (reload) <Erias> gnah. <DM> And Sam and Fordran get to roll reflex saves. <Fordran> woot <Fordran> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 13 | [d20=8] [+5=5] <Sam> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 20 | [d20=9] [+11=11] <Fordran> sorry, that number is wrong <Fordran> my reflex save should be +6, so that's 14 <Fordran> (forgot CoResist +1) <DM> As you turn to look to the forest to the south, a short ugly humanoid, a tall ugly humanoid, and a tall ugly human burst onto the road, throwing nets. <DM> Sam dives easily out of the way, but Fordran and the Elf are caught in the thick rope nets. <DM> init <Fordran> |roll d20 <tafal> 3 | [d20=3] <Sam> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 24 | [d20=20] [+4=4] <DM> (all rolls will be public until I figure out how to do it otherwise) <Erias> |roll d20 <tafal> 4 | [d20=4] <Fordran> (today is a good dice day for me) <Apol> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 7 | [d20=6] [+1=1] <DM> (Jesus, tony :P) * Fordran stabs tafal's dice in the eye. <DM> Tony, your turn. <DM> For those of you who don't know how to use this <DM> click on your guy, and select where to move it. It'll update to me <DM> Er, don't need to click on your guy. <DM> Just select target square. * Sam draws nunchaku, prepares to strike first red who approaches. <Erias> and then click "Request move" * Sam is dodging Gnoll. <Fordran> if your move is fancy (so as to avoid AoO's) you still need to specify that to the dm. <Fordran> there is no Sexy Pathing here * Sam does not otherwise move. <DM> The elf attempts to extricate himself, uttering a string of curses in Elven. <DM> Does anyone speak Elven? <Erias> no <Sam> nope. <Fordran> nope. <DM> Erias, make a reflex save * ilyas has joined #ddi <DM> Hoorj. <Fordran> arr. <Erias> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 15 | [d20=7] [+8=8] * ilyas has left #ddi <DM> The hooks on the rope snag on your armor, but you twist out of the way, and the net falls at your feet <DM> Make another reflex save <Erias> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 25 | [d20=15] [+10=10] * Hastin has joined #ddi <DM> You dive out of the way of the second net <DM> The third net falls short. <Sam> yarr. <Fordran> Arr. <DM> Apol's initiative. * Apol looks at Sam and asks, "Are these your friends?" <Sam> "No." <Sam> prepared action to strike? <Apol> "Oh. Ok. Can I be dangerous now?" <Erias> "Be dangerous!" <Apol> "Ok!" <Apol> (technical difficulties... sec) * Apol leaps into the air and flies behind the ugly humanoids. * Apol opens wide and fumes fill the air. <DM> The two humanoids, caught in the gas, begin moving more sluggishly <DM> Erias' initiative <Apol> |roll d4 <tafal> 3 | [d4=3] <DM> Btw, Sam, there are two within striking distance. <Erias> I draw my mace, take a 5' step, and attack <DM> If what you meant by "Strikes the first that approaches" you meant "holding action" <Sam> the word "prepare" was key... <DM> So, that's a yes? <Sam> yes. <DM> The Gnoll moved first then. <DM> Make your attack <Sam> so the gnoll it is. <Sam> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 22 | [d20=13] [+9=9] <Sam> |roll d6+3 <tafal> 4 | [d6=1] [+3=3] <Sam> (if it hit) <DM> That's... probably a hit :P <DM> He whines in pain as the end of your nunchaku smacks it across the face. <DM> Erias, make your roll <Erias> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 26 | [d20=16] [+10=10] <Erias> |roll d8+3 <tafal> 5 | [d8=2] [+3=3] * Erias calls out "For the light!" as he -- presumably -- hits. <DM> The Light of Pelor fills Erias, as he smites the Half-Orc full in the chest. <DM> Sparks fly from the contact with the Half-Orc's chainmail <DM> Fordran? * Fordran cries out a prayer to Pelor, and a shimmering Heavy Mace appears behind the Hobgoblin. <Fordran> (casting defensively) <Fordran> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 20 | [d20=5] [+15=15] <Fordran> (enough to cast from a net, and in combat.) <Erias> brb doorbell <DM> (what spell is that?) <Erias> back <Fordran> (Spiritual Weapon) <Erias> (spiritual weapon) <Apol> "Ohhh! Shiny!" <Fordran> (it may attack on this round.) <DM> "The weapon always strikes from your direction." <Fordran> (okay, it appears next to me.) <DM> Right, roll to hit <DM> I'll add it <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 16 | [d20=13] [+3=3] <DM> and damage <Fordran> |roll 1d8+2 <tafal> 9 | [1d8=7] [+2=2] <Fordran> (if I have a move-eq left, i'll ready my buckler) <DM> The glowing mace clocks the Hobgoblin on the skull, causing him to grunt in pain. <DM> (I thought you readied the buckler already) <Fordran> (ok, just making sure) <DM> Okay, init starts over, Sam? <Fordran> sam's init moved, i thought. <DM> I thought he readied a standard. <Sam> correct. <DM> That's different than delaying init <DM> Unless I'm wrong. <Erias> Initiative Consequences of Delaying: Your initiative result becomes the count on which you took the delayed action. <Fordran> Your initiative result changes. For the rest of the encounter, your initiative result is the count on which you took the readied action, and you act immediately ahead of the character whose action triggered your readied action. <Erias> Initiative Consequences of Readying: Your initiative result becomes the count on which you took the readied action. <DM> Ahh <DM> Okay, well it's still Sam. <Fordran> (otherwise, you could go 2x a round) * Sam unleashes a Flurry of Blows upon the Gnoll! (While still dodging it) <DM> Roll it <Sam> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 13 | [d20=5] [+8=8] <Sam> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 13 | [d20=5] [+8=8] <Sam> (that felt clumsy) <Fordran> consistent. <Sam> on the off chance: <Sam> |roll d6+3 <tafal> 5 | [d6=2] [+3=3] <Sam> |roll d6+3 <tafal> 5 | [d6=2] [+3=3] <Sam> too consistent. <DM> You whirl your nunchaku in a frenzy of death at the gnoll. Well, near the gnoll. It dodges. <Fordran> (wow.) <Sam> (tony eyes tafal, grips monkey wrench.) <DM> The Elf struggles valiantly against his bonds again, gives up, draws a dagger from his boot. <DM> (Oy, Fiona is playing WoW music) <Erias> rock. :) <Fordran> (hah) <Apol> (hee.) <Apol> (seemed appropriate) <Fordran> (my mp3 player is playing the last parts of RotJ) <Fordran> (and now, young skywalker, etc. etc.) <Sam> (Secret Agent radio) <Hastin> (i assume ooc stuff is in parens, ic normally) <Erias> (okay, I just put on cowboy bebop intro music) <Fordran> (arr) <Erias> (that seems to be what we're adopting -- I'm trying to put speech in quotes, to be obvious) <DM> The gnoll moves (slowly) to try to flank Sam, and swiiiiiiiiings <DM> But it won't connect til 6 seconds from now. <DM> (Yay partial actions!) <Erias> (can't you take a 5' and an attack as a partial?) <DM> (10') <Erias> (oh, it moved farther) <Fordran> AoO? <DM> Right. Sam gets an AoO <DM> Sam? <DM> Okay, we'll let him have it later. <Erias> (cool) <Sam> sorry about that. <DM> The hobgoblin, confused by the self-propelled glowing weapon, tries to attack it, unsuccessfully. <DM> Roll it, Sam <DM> (Roll it again, Sam~) <Sam> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 10 | [d20=2] [+8=8] <Erias> (Slay it again, Sam~) <Sam> (sigh.) <DM> Again, you impress the Gnoll with your awesome display of nearly hitting him. <Sam> use Profanity; * Apol covers tender earknobs. <DM> The human pulls the shortbow from his back, notches it at nearly point-blank range to Erias, and fires. <Fordran> (is that the human i'm 5' from?) <Fordran> (wait, I'm unarmed, ignore me) <DM> (Unarmed, and bound, so...) <Erias> (the elf isn't unarmed) <Erias> (but he is bound) <Fordran> (that matters?) <DM> (I thought you can only threaten while not helpless) <DM> (er grappled) <Fordran> (nets don't make you helpless, just entangled) <Fordran> (unless these are Super-Nets of some kind) <Fordran> . If you hit, the target is entangled. An entangled creature takes a .2 penalty on attack rolls and a .4 penalty on Dexterity, can move at only half speed, and cannot charge or run. <Fordran> (those .'s are -'s) <DM> (These are super helpless nets.) <Erias> (if it's more like grappling, then it does prevent you from threatening any squares) <Fordran> (cool. I coup de grace a helpless net) <Hastin> (hah) <Fordran> (wait, i can cast while helpless?) <Erias> (you can cast while grappled) <Fordran> (oh ok) <DM> (It grapples) <Fordran> (oh noes, i lose my dex bonus to AC) <Fordran> (...nerf rogues.) <DM> The arrow, aimed at point-blank, hits Erias just under the armpit. (4 damage) <DM> Fort save <Erias> |roll d20+14 <tafal> 28 | [d20=14] [+14=14] <Fordran> (divine grace 4tw) <DM> You feel the poison enter your bloodstream, but Pelor is with you. <DM> You shake off the ill effects. * Erias twitches forward, turning slightly as the arrow hits from behind <DM> The human is surprised. <Erias> "Careful! Poison!" <Apol> "Poison? I love poison!" <DM> The further orc steps towards you, unsheathing twin shortswords strapped to his thighs. <Erias> shield, don't fail me now. <DM> He takes a cut towards your head, and tries to get under your guard with his other sword. <DM> He nearly drops that sword. <DM> The other orc, using that as a distraction, charges you from the opposite side, wielding what looks like a small tree. <Erias> uhoh <Hastin> (hee) <Erias> man, look at that map <DM> With a world-jarring *CRUNCHOiOioinng* the greatclub smashes against your backplate. <DM> (20 damage) <Erias> gnaaah <Fordran> ow. * Erias stumbles in obvious pain, nearly dropping to his knees. <DM> The half-orc steps closer, trying to surround Erias entirely, and kicks at your lowered head (AoO) <Erias> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 21 | [d20=11] [+10=10] <Erias> |roll d8+3 <tafal> 5 | [d8=2] [+3=3] * Erias stabs his damage die in the eye. * Erias barely scratches it. <DM> You swing at the half-orc as he leaves himself open with the kick, bruising his leg as he kicks you. <DM> (4 damage) <Erias> (check) <DM> nonlethal <Erias> (gotcha.) <DM> Apol * Apol sees the big ugly humanoid hit Erias with a tree. * Apol flies up and pulls out a stick from the (fanny) pack. * Apol points the stick at the tree wielding foe and waves it madly. <Apol> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 22 | [d20=13] [+9=9] <DM> The orc with the great club suddenly tenses and stands straight up, dropping his weapon. <DM> His eyes twitch madly as he tries to look for the source, but he cannot seem to move a muscle <DM> Erias' turn * Apol finds the orc's reaction immensely funny and giggles. <Erias> 5' step toward the human archer and attack <DM> Roll it <Erias> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 19 | [d20=9] [+10=10] <Hastin> |roll d20 <tafal> 1 | [d20=1] <Hastin> |roll d20 <tafal> 10 | [d20=10] <Hastin> (haha) <DM> Roll damage <Erias> |roll 1d8+2d6+3 <tafal> 20 | [1d8=6] [+2d6=11] [+3=3] <DM> The archer tries vainly to fend off the falling mace blow with his bow, and as it whistles past his guard, the macehead leaves a faint contrail. <DM> He spits out some blood. <Erias> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 16 | [d20=11] [+5=5] <DM> damage <Erias> |roll 1d8+3 <tafal> 8 | [1d8=5] [+3=3] <DM> You catch him by surprise on the jaw with the backswing, but he manages to avoid the worst of it. <DM> Fordran's init <Fordran> (btw i made a hotfix to the battlemat; if you request a move and it crashes, uh, tell me.) * Fordran sees a fellow servant of Pelor take a heavy hit. <Fordran> "Pelor, warm us with your strength!" <Fordran> (casting Mass Lesser Vigor on Erias, Apol, and Sam) <Fordran> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 33 | [d20=18] [+15=15] <Fordran> (concentration) <DM> Remind me what that does. <Erias> nice. <Fordran> those three get Fast Healing 1. <Fordran> for 16 rounds. <Sam> right then. <Fordran> meanwhile, my spiritual weapon has 5 rounds left, and attacks the same hobgoblin. <DM> Roll it <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 18 | [d20=15] [+3=3] <Fordran> |roll 1d8+2 <tafal> 8 | [1d8=6] [+2=2] <Erias> wow. nice. <Erias> I mean the fast healing. but the hit was nice too. <DM> The holy mace swats the hobgoblin across the chest. He's really beginning to dislike it. <Fordran> (You autostabilize if you go down & dying.) * Fordran is done. <DM> Sam <Hastin> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 17 | [d20=13] [+4=4] <Hastin> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 23 | [d20=17] [+6=6] <Hastin> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 2 | [d20=1] [+1=1] <Hastin> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 5 | [d20=4] [+1=1] * Sam spins and attempts to (improved) trip the hobgoblin, while still dodging Gnoll. <Hastin> |roll d8+1 <tafal> 5 | [d8=4] [+1=1] <Hastin> |roll d6+3 <tafal> 4 | [d6=1] [+3=3] <Sam> touch attack? <DM> yes, with no AoO <Sam> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 22 | [d20=14] [+8=8] <Fordran> mmm. <Erias> it's an unarmed normal melee attack, right? <Sam> yes. <Erias> (as opposed to touch attack) <DM> It's a touch attack <Erias> oh, you're right <Erias> nice <Sam> the numbers work out the same for me :-P <DM> You plant your left hand on the ground and sweep a foot out, pivoting on the other. <Sam> opposed check to trip? <DM> Yes. <Sam> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 17 | [d20=11] [+6=6] <DM> +4 for size <Sam> then add 4 to that <Sam> er...i think? <Sam> yeah. +2 str, +4 from feat, +4 from size, so 21 <DM> The little gnoll tries to hurdle your foot, but you catch one leg with your foot before his weight is fully shifted, and he goes down. <DM> Free attack. <Sam> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 26 | [d20=17] [+9=9] <Sam> |roll d6+3 <tafal> 6 | [d6=3] [+3=3] <DM> Nunchaku? <Sam> yep <DM> As you sweep back around, you bop the downed gnoll across the nose with your nunchaku. <Sam> um, i was trying to trip/smash the hobgoblin... <DM> Oh. <DM> Right. <Erias> (wouldn't that negate the +4 size bonus?) <DM> That's no size bonus. Don't worry. <Erias> oh. <DM> I'll just calculate based on that. <DM> No, you're right Colin. <DM> I'm not correcting you. <Erias> got it. <DM> Yeah, okay, the hobgoblin is down. <DM> The Elf begins sawing at his ropes, cutting a few strands, but is still trapped in the net. <DM> The human takes a step back, scrubbing the back of his hand across his mouth, and fires at Erias again. <Erias> full plate, don't fail me now. <DM> It ricochets off your shield. <Erias> woo! <DM> The hobgoblin and gnoll seem to be less sluggish. <Erias> (...and into the elf. doh!) <Fordran> (damned elves.) <DM> (well, you have the 'in combat' thing going for you) <DM> (-4 and all) <Erias> ah, cool. <DM> The hobgoblin stumbles to his feet (AoO, Sam) <Sam> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 25 | [d20=16] [+9=9] <Sam> |roll d6+3 <tafal> 8 | [d6=5] [+3=3] <Hastin> (trip is mean) <Fordran> (imp. trip on AoO is mean) <Fordran> ("get yo' ass back DOWN!") <DM> (I don't think he did that :P) <Fordran> (aww) <Sam> nah, just wanted to whack him. <DM> And whack him you do! In the face! With a whizzing piece of wood on a chain! <Sam> (ignore me managing puppy) <DM> The hobgoblin swings madly at Sam with his club. <DM> Barely missing as Sam ducks and weaves. <Fordran> (sam should disarm that hobgoblin and take the weapon. then it will be Sam's Club.) <DM> (Die, imo~) <Hastin> (ugh) <Sam> (tony stabs geordan in the eye.) <DM> The gnoll tries to stab Sam in the back while his partner swats at him. <Fordran> (jesus fuck my eye christ) <DM> He manages to plunge it deep into Sam's back, near the spine (10 points of damage) <DM> Make a Fort save <Sam> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 19 | [d20=12] [+7=7] <Erias> (gnaah.) <DM> You feel dizzy for a moment but you are made of stronger stuff, and shake your head clear. <DM> Now if only you'd stop leaking. <Sam> (/flex) <DM> The curiously-standing-at-attention orc stands curiously-at-attention. <Erias> (hobbits are made of sterner stuff...) <DM> The other orc whirls his twin swords at Erias again, trying to insert his blades into the seams of Erias' armor. <DM> Failing miserably. <DM> The half-orc steps forward, stabbing at Erias with his own shortsword. <Erias> these odds aren't terribly fair <Erias> I mean, us and Pelor against only six of them? <Hastin> (hee) <DM> It slides along the armor, managing to pierce unprotected skin. (6 damage) * Erias grunts. * Erias is bleeding visibly. <DM> Apol * Apol flies closer to Erias. In an effort to show how dangerous a tiny flying lizard can be, bites at the half-orc. <Apol> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 21 | [d20=15] [+6=6] <Apol> |roll d4 <tafal> 2 | [d4=2] <DM> Apol takes a bite out of crime. <Apol> (woo. 1d4 damage for the win!) <Fordran> "Erias! To me, I can't move!" <DM> Erias' init <Erias> 5' step, and I call on Pelor for aid <DM> The Light of Pelor fills Erias, and he looks healthier and begins moving faster <Erias> (still visibly bleeding) <Erias> (or so I would guess) <Erias> that's it -- I don't think I have a useful move-equiv <DM> Fordran's init <Fordran> "Pelor's light be our shield!" (Cure moderate wounds on Erias) <Fordran> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 35 | [d20=20] [+15=15] <Fordran> |roll 2d8+10 <tafal> 21 | [2d8=11] [+10=10] <Erias> woo! <Fordran> and i'm good. <Erias> me too! * Erias grins and turns back to our enemies. <Erias> (and then gets shot) <Sam> (was that a happy green mushroom that briefly appeared over erias?) <Fordran> (omgznerfpallys) <DM> (1-Up~!) <Hastin> (haha) <DM> Sam's init <Fordran> oh wait <Fordran> Spiritual Weapon goes <DM> Ah okay <Fordran> is hobgoblin still up? <DM> Yes. <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 13 | [d20=10] [+3=3] <DM> The beleaguered hobgoblin parries, and the Mace of Pelor does not find its mark. <Fordran> probably misses. SW has three rounds of life left. <Sam> (possible to combine flurry and improved trip?) <Fordran> (don't see why not) <Sam> right then. * Sam attempts to further embarrass the hobgoblin (still dodging gnoll). <Sam> touch attack: <Sam> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 27 | [d20=20] [+7=7] <Fordran> ...yeahhh. <Sam> smirk. <Hastin> (ow) <Sam> opposed roll: <Sam> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 15 | [d20=9] [+6=6] <DM> Your leg whips around and catches the hobgoblin in the ankle. And bounces off. <Sam> flurry! trying again. <Sam> unless...does he get to try to trip back? <Erias> (I believe so, if he chooses) <DM> He's not. <Sam> anyway. second attempt. <Sam> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 10 | [d20=3] [+7=7] <DM> He moves out of the way of your second sweep. <Sam> (tony grabs tafal by the neck and shakes vigorously.) <DM> The netted elf begins shouting something in Elvish, and continues sawing at the ropes with his bootknife. <DM> The archer drops his bow, pulls his long knife from his belt, and stabs at Fordran. <DM> ... But his blade is turned by Fordran's breastplate. <Erias> (heh.) <Fordran> (woo!) <Hastin> (omg breastplate?) <Fordran> (mmmmm.) <DM> The half-orc sees the Elf cutting at his bonds and rushes over, pummeling him into unconsciousness. <DM> The orc that swung the greatclub at Erias is still, strangely, doing not much of anything. <DM> The other one steps up and tries his best to kill Erias again. <Erias> damn. there goes my CDG route. <Fordran> Bummer. <DM> Actually, no. <DM> 1) Apol is Tiny. <Apol> and in the air <DM> 2) Even if Apol wasn't, Apol is in the air. <DM> But you have more to worry about right now :) <Apol> and I get to go before you ;) <Erias> oh wait, I thought it was the half-orc that was paralyzed <Erias> uhoh <DM> The orc thrusts his right-hand blade viciously into Erias' shoulder wound. (10 damage) <Erias> I also need to protect the elf, who could now be owwwww <DM> Erias manages to parry the left-hand blade. <Hastin> (he hit him in a wound? ow!) <Fordran> (meanwhile, mp3 player starts playing WoW's You Are Dead music) <Erias> (Apol can CDG, can't s/he?) <DM> The hobgoblin swings at Sam's head with his shortsword, but off balance from all the falling, hits air. <DM> (Yeah. For 2d4.) <Fordran> and then he has to make a fort save or die! <Erias> (that's a fort save vs. DC 10 + 2d4 or die :) ) <Fordran> (woot!) <Hastin> (sounds like things are under control) <DM> The gnoll manages to nick Sam again (1) <Erias> (even a rat could kill a helpless person pretty quickly if it had human intelligence... just gnaw through the jugular) <DM> Fort save again, Sam <Sam> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 21 | [d20=14] [+7=7] <DM> Sam won't be having any of that, I see. <DM> Apol. * Apol flies in a bit closer and tries to bite the big guy in the throat. <Apol> |roll 2d4 <tafal> 2 | [2d4=2] <Erias> (heh.) <Fordran> (woot) <DM> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 22 | [d20=18] [+4=4] <Fordran> (na-tu-ral-one! na-tu-ral-no.) <Erias> (aww) <DM> The unmoving orc doesn't even flinch as Apol bites him in the neck, but the wound isn't deep, and he survives. * Apol decides this one tastes bad. <DM> Erias <Erias> I attack the archer <DM> Roll it <Erias> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 15 | [d20=5] [+10=10] <DM> Erias's swing comes up under the archer's guard, connecting heavily with his jaw, knocking him off of his feet. <DM> He lands, and doesn't move. <Erias> second attack on the orc behind me <Erias> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 17 | [d20=12] [+5=5] <Sam> (visual: tekken tag team KO) <Erias> |roll 1d8+3 <tafal> 11 | [1d8=8] [+3=3] <Fordran> nice <DM> The orc is surprised by the blow and takes it solidly between the eyes. <DM> There's a crunch as his nose is broken. <Sam> (ow, his face!) <Erias> nice. <Erias> 5' step to stand over the elf, and I'm done. <Erias> (not sure if the battlemap can handle that) <Fordran> it, no. <Fordran> not yet. <Erias> that's okay, we know where I am. <Fordran> (or at least, it handles it ungracefully.) <DM> (moving elf next to Erias) <DM> Fordran <Fordran> (state of archer?) <DM> Unmoving, prone. <Fordran> (state of hobgoblin that cannot die?) <DM> Undying. <Fordran> SW whacks hobgob: <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 16 | [d20=13] [+3=3] <DM> roll d <Fordran> |roll 1d8+2 <tafal> 5 | [1d8=3] [+2=2] <Fordran> SW has two rounds left. * Fordran calls out "Pelor, lend me your light!" and begins to glow. (Nimbus of Light) <Fordran> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 31 | [d20=16] [+15=15] <DM> The glowing weapon knocks the wind out of the hobgoblin, and he's really not liking this. <Fordran> (I now have a spell waiting to discharge, and am holding it.) <DM> "Take them down already you idiots!" <DM> (The Hobgoblin) * Fordran elects not to do anything else. <DM> Sam's init. * Sam elects to simply beat the hobgoblin senseless. <Sam> nunchaku. <Sam> flurry. <Sam> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 22 | [d20=14] [+8=8] <Sam> |roll d6+3 <tafal> 9 | [d6=6] [+3=3] <DM> The hobgoblin gurgles as he is beat around the head, and keels over forwards. <Hastin> (grglglglglglglgl) <Sam> second attack on the gnoll. <Sam> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 23 | [d20=15] [+8=8] <Sam> |roll d6+3 <tafal> 5 | [d6=2] [+3=3] * Sam still dodges the gnoll. <DM> The nunchaku whips the gnoll's head to the side, and a spray of blood hits the ground, but the gnoll is still standing. <DM> (finished?) <Sam> done. <DM> The orc with dual shortswords steps behind Erias, stabbing him twice while his attention is split. (11 damage) <Erias> man. <DM> The half-orc tries to stab Erias, but can't get through the armor. <DM> The other orc FINALLY shakes free of his enchantment, and bends to pick up his club, drawing an AoO from Apol. <Hastin> (i think i know who is main tank) <Apol> I bite him. <Apol> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 16 | [d20=10] [+6=6] <Apol> |roll d4 <tafal> 2 | [d4=2] <DM> Apol gets another mouthful of unwashed orc. <Apol> (woo!) <Hastin> (hee) <Sam> (that's awfully unhygienic...) <DM> The orc decides that he's had enough of wand-zapping, Coup-de-Gras-ing, flying lizards. <Hastin> (flying lizards!?) <DM> He swats Apol in the air with his greatclub. There is something... iconic... about it. (10 damage) <Hastin> (hah) <Fordran> ("aaaaaand it's going, going... gone!") <Apol> grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr <DM> Apol's init * Apol decides to make this orc taste better. * Apol spits acid in the orc's general direction. <Erias> whoah! <Apol> |roll 2d4 <tafal> 7 | [2d4=7] <DM> Both the Orc and Half-Orc are sprayed with sizzling green liquid and yelp slightly as the skin is burned. <Apol> "Ghik *achtend*!" <Apol> |roll d4 <tafal> 4 | [d4=4] <Hastin> |roll d20-1 <tafal> 0 | [d20=1] [-1=-1] <Hastin> (haha) <DM> Erias' init. <Fordran> (haha) <Hastin> (i am the big winner) <Apol> (ouch) <Hastin> (can i tell them what skill that was?) <DM> (sure) <Hastin> (bluff) <Sam> (beeg winnar!) <Erias> I attack the orc to the south <Erias> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 12 | [d20=2] [+10=10] <Erias> ooh. <Erias> and again. <Fordran> (whew) <Erias> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 23 | [d20=18] [+5=5] <DM> *WHAM* <Erias> |roll 1d8+3 <tafal> 4 | [1d8=1] [+3=3] <Erias> meh. <DM> He almost loses his grip on his swords, but remains standing. <DM> Blood is running down his face <Fordran> (maybe more of a *whump*) <Erias> I'd move out of the flanked square, but then they could CdG the elf <Erias> that's my round <DM> Fordran <Fordran> The shimmering Mace of Pelor dematerializes, then shimmers into existence next to Erias <Fordran> and smacks that same southern orc. <DM> Hah. <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 13 | [d20=10] [+3=3] <Fordran> well <Fordran> "smacks" is a strong word. <Fordran> (hobgoblin status?) <DM> It threatens him or something. <DM> (Hobgoblin, down) <Erias> (if it's not a lot of work, we might want to remove downed units from the map, or change their colors) <Fordran> (i should put color/name editing in, someday.) <Erias> it's pretty cool for a one night project <Erias> (ah, good idea, randolph) <Fordran> (hold on, checking my options, which are admittedly limited) <Erias> (zappity!) <Fordran> (yeah, i don't think i can even zappity) <Fordran> (which i probably should have realized, and not cast that spell last round) <Erias> (oh, really? can't do a move and standard?) <Fordran> (grappled) <Fordran> (i can't do anything) <Erias> (I'm not clear on whether this is technically the same as grappling... it's randolph's call) <Hastin> (i am a helper) <Fordran> (i've been treating it as such, since it's clearly not Entangle) <DM> (It's technically the same as grappling. I don't think he can attack anyone other than the grappled thing, but he can cast spells) <Fordran> (that's why i can't move) <DM> (You can try to burst the ropes) <Fordran> (looks at strength) <Fordran> (I can't, this round. I spent a move-eq to redirect the weapon) * Fordran does nothing. <Fordran> (burst ropes is a FRA) <DM> Sam's init. <Fordran> (DC 25) <Sam> flurry, gnoll, nunchaku. <DM> Roll it <Sam> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 14 | [d20=6] [+8=8] <Fordran> (SW has 1 round left, NoL is now charged 1) <Sam> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 26 | [d20=18] [+8=8] <Erias> brb, getting ready <DM> roll damage for 2nd swing <Sam> |roll d6+3 <tafal> 5 | [d6=2] [+3=3] <DM> The gnoll's face is ruined, and is barely able to stand. <DM> Done, or movement? <Sam> no movement. * Sam continues to dodge and weave around the bruised gnoll. <DM> The gnoll flat out runs to the West. <DM> (The option without AoO's) <Sam> (awww, no free beer...) <Fordran> (doublemove) <Erias> (Sam gets an AoO, though, right?) <Erias> oh <Erias> no <Erias> 'cause that's its only action <Erias> it's using the "Withdrawal" action <DM> The dual-wielder also runs like hell. <Erias> is that the "orc 2"? <DM> The remaining orc and half-orc, seeing their heavily-wounded compatriots run, and without leadership, look at each other and raise their arms in surrender. <DM> Erias: yes. <DM> Unless someone else is going to attack them, we're out of init. <Fordran> (damnit) <DM> Why? :P * Sam tries to help people out of nets. <Fordran> (i just wasted a spell) <Hastin> (poor DM, having to juggle 2 things at once) <Erias> I tell the surrendering enemies: "Drop your weapons and sit down." <Erias> I check to see if the Elf is alright. <DM> They toss their weapons to the side. <DM> They sit down and get comfortable. <Fordran> (escape artist) <Fordran> |roll d20 <tafal> 20 | [d20=20] <DM> The elf is unconscious, but breathing. <Fordran> oh fuck YOU, tafal <DM> Hee~ <Apol> "Yeah! Sit down!" * Fordran gets out. <Fordran> "Everyone all right?" <DM> Just before Sam gets to Fordran, the ropes miraculously slip off. * Fordran is glowing like a torch. * Apol flutters around the two orcs * Sam conspicuously does not help the elf. <Fordran> (how is erias looking? obvious need of healing?) <DM> Erias had Fast healing for the last 3 rounds <DM> And will now have fast healing until it wears off <DM> So he gets Full Duration hit points right now. <Fordran> a total 16 points will have healed. <Erias> (erias: 1/2 or so?) * Fordran will continue to glow like a torch for the next six minutes, or until a threat appears. <DM> (I think Sam had Fast Healing 1 too) <DM> (And he got hit all of twice, so he's probably full up) <Erias> oh I forgot about that <Fordran> i cast it after SW, so about 5 rounds of it have affected you. <Sam> (sam will be fine) <Erias> I need to leave in just a few <Fordran> so you get another 11 hp. <DM> Okay, later Colin <Erias> so, 16, since I hadn't added any <Hastin> (later Colin) <Erias> that means I'm basically fine <Fordran> How is Elf? <DM> We'll catch you up on this later. <DM> The Elf is unhurt, but unconscious. <Erias> Sure, thanks <Fordran> And then Erias charges valorously at the Tarrasque. <Erias> I won't let them kill the orcs if they're genuinely surrendering <Erias> doh! <Erias> okay, take care guys <Fordran> seeya <Fordran> (evening) <DM> Anyone doing anything? <Fordran> checking up on Elf-status. <DM> As I said, unconscious, but alive. <Fordran> maybe using that fucking net on the orcses. * Sam offers to help restrain the orc party. * Apol looks for poison arrows. <DM> Some of the arrows smell tasty. <Hastin> (hee) <Fordran> If the Elf is obviously not dying, I will help him recuperate. <Fordran> (heal check) <Fordran> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 20 | [d20=8] [+12=12] <DM> (heal check can't remove nonlethal) * Apol grabs the tasty arrows and starts sucking on them like lollipops. <Fordran> (oh, it's that kind of damage.) * Sam merely looks oddly at Apol. (Like that's anything new.) * Fordran draws a small wand from his pack, and uses it on the Elf. <DM> Those arrows are no longer poisoned. <Fordran> |roll 1d8+3 <tafal> 8 | [1d8=5] [+3=3] <DM> The elf blinks groggily and gets to his feet. <DM> "Argh. My head." <Sam> "Great. I'm a wanted criminal in a place I don't even know." <DM> He looks around, sees the Orc and Half-Orc and curses. <Fordran> "We drove the rest of them off." <Fordran> "These two surrendered." <DM> He picks up his bootknife and moves over to slit their throats. <DM> The Orc begins to scrabble backwards in surprise <Fordran> "Hey --" <DM> Erias stops him. <DM> He glares at the orcs, sheathing his knife, and spits. <Sam> "You're good at this cold and cruel thing, elf." <DM> "We are *not* taking them with us. And they'll only kill us if we leave them." * Fordran walks over to the orcs. "Who are you? What did you want with us?" <DM> "That's awfully *squeamish* of you for a *murderer*." <Sam> :mumbles, "At least we agree there." <DM> The half-orc plays dumb. <DM> The orc looks at him, then up at you. <Sam> (stupid ordering of comments) <DM> "We just told to catch you." <Sam> "Shut it, elf. Not like you believe anything I say." * Fordran 's eyes narrow. "Who told you to?" <Fordran> "And who were you supposed to catch?" <Sam> (afk toilet) <DM> He gestures at the hobgoblin. * Apol has found a little bottle on the human and has started sipping from it. <DM> "He says 1 silver each." <Sam> (back) * Fordran snorts. <DM> "Catch you people. Any people, don't matter." * Fordran walks over to the body of the hobgoblin, searches the body for anything interesting or identifying. <DM> Search roll <Fordran> "Cursed brigands," I mutter. <Fordran> |roll d20 <tafal> 10 | [d20=10] <Fordran> i'll just take 10 on that search. <DM> Yeah, why don't you just do that. * Sam sits in the middle of the road, and attempts to think out what the zark is going on. <DM> He has loose coins in a pocket, his armor, his short sword. <DM> There's a folded piece of parchment. <Fordran> Parchment's probably not important. *sets it on fire* <Fordran> I mean. Takes the coins (to be donated to the Church), examines parchment. <Hastin> (heh) <DM> There are simple tally marks on it <DM> At the top, '100' is written in Common <DM> Just under that, many, many scratch marks. <DM> and below that, about a dozen or so scratch marks. <Fordran> "Hey, orc. You been doing this a lot? Raiding people on the road like this." <DM> The '100' and the scratch marks were written in different ink. <DM> "Me new to this." * Sam chuckles contemptuously. * Fordran takes the parchment to Erias. <Fordran> "Looks like someone wants a collection. Of what, I don't know. Murders?" * Apol makes a little pile of stuff found on the human's body. <DM> Erias: "I think they wanted us alive." <Sam> "Third-rate mercenaries?" <Fordran> "...There might be prisoners." <Fordran> "Where are you from, orc? Where do you sleep?" <DM> Orc: "Yes, not supposed to kill." <DM> Orc: "Just catch." <Erias> (on my way out -- but we must rescue the prisoners!) <DM> Orc: "Mostly in forest. Human towns not friendly." <Fordran> "Where do you take the people?" <DM> "Dunno. He take care of it. (points at hobgoblin) Me new at this." <Fordran> "Hm." * Fordran looks at the corpse of the hobgoblin. * Fordran looks at Erias. "We can't just leave them here." <DM> Argh. <Fordran> (hee) <DM> (I can't really tell what Erias would do.) <Fordran> (think paladin. think pverpower.) <DM> Oh. Well, then Erias summons his Timber Wolf Mk II, and stomps the fear of Pelor into them. <Erias> (bring them. as captives. they can lead us to ...somewhere, anywhere related to this plot.) <Sam> um. <Fordran> MPlas 4tw! <Hastin> (imo roll morality) <Hastin> (blackguard 4tw!) * Fordran looks at the Elf. "They have to come with us. At the very least, they must be tried as brigands." <DM> Erias suggest that they be taken as captives, and led to Threecrown. <DM> And tried, etc. <DM> And the happy journey continues. <Sam> "Seems fitting." <Fordran> (*Walkity walkity*) * Apol pulls out a small monocle and looks through it. <Fordran> (it's a green lens of the eagle) <Hastin> (stabs someone in the lens) <Apol> "ooooohhhh." * Sam tries to make sure that there is always at least one person between him and the elf as everyone walks. * Apol puts the monocle away <Sam> "What do you see?" <Apol> "Pretty colors. Your bracers are shiny." <Sam> "Oh." <Apol> "What do they do? You don't need them do you? If you don't need them, I'll take them!" * Apol big grin. <Sam> "I'm sorry, but I rather like them." * Apol is crestfallen. <Apol> "Aww. Ok." <DM> Okay, we'll stop here then? <Sam> ok. <DM> We'll resume when we get to Threecrown. <Fordran> sure. i'll slit everyone's throats in their sleep. <Fordran> </black_mage> <DM> Heh. Hehehehe. HEHEHEHEHE. <DM> Ahem. <Sam> What?! <Fordran> (damnit) <Apol> assume I pester Fordran and Erias about their shiny objects. <Hastin> (ilya is reassured) * Fordran has three objects that shine. <DM> And you'll be duly pestered. * Sam has several, all within plain view.