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 When men speak of the Moonsea they speak of treasure - and terror. Here are some of Faerun’s richest untapped resources, veins of gold as thick as ten dwarves and uncut trees to make an elf cry. Here too are the ruins of ancient kingdoms and lost caravans, and rumours of forgotten royal blades and wizards’ crowns. And here is the black heart of the tyrannical Zhentarim, their eye tyrants and sacrificial altars. Yet, here too are women and men fighting against the cold land, the barren soil, and the savage wildlife, to carve out safety and a good life for themselves. There is danger, and there is bravery, and there is reward-a-plenty for those willing to risk their lives. Which is why you’ve come to Phlan. Phlan, many-shattered city, by war and orc and magic vile. Phlan has fallen so often the city is in a state of continual repair, regrowing and rebuilding among its own ruins. The most recent catastrophe was the evil spirit Tyranthraxus, some thirty years ago - and the latest plague a clammy affliction of greenish ichor brought by the Black Lord Bane’s return to the Realms. The greenfire cough still travels Phlan today, many of its citizens wheezing in the cold airs off the Moonsea. And cold is the air - even in the warmest moments of summer, the near-frozen Moonsea is responsible for zephyrs and eddies of cold air that snake off the sea and through Phlan’s streets, resting and chilling its squares and plazas. Still, despite these hardships, Phlan is a good place for adventurers like yourselves. Money flows well here - from the city’s embattled noble families, looking for lost glories; from the Council of Ten, with this task or another; and from shadowy benefactors across the Sea of Dragons, asking for this forgotten trinket or a small task no one will surely remember. There is no lack of food here, fresh straw in the beds, and festhalls to spend the night in. Life is good. But things never stay the same in the Moonsea, home to so much intrigue and so many shadows. Dare and beware, heroes - danger lurks around every corner, and glory follows on its heels. Welcome to the IC thread for A Call For Heroes: The Moonsea! The OOC thread for the game is here. Please put all out-of-character notes in parentheses, and all in-character speaking in quotation marks. Dice are rolled wherever, however you see fit. We’re all adults: I trust you. You don’t need to repost your sheet, or post your character’s image with every post but you do need to bold your name. We’re going to try to make this read as smoothly as possible.
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Glossary Glossary words are terms, ideas, or phrases from the Forgotten Realms that might not be known or immediately obvious to the players. Arms: Short for coat of arms in the heraldry sense. Auril: evil goddess of cold and winter. Beshaba: Goddess of bad luck, ill-fate, and misery. Cormyrean: Of Cormyr, a trade power and kingdom a far distance away on the Inner Sea. Dreadmaster: Priest or cultist of Bane, evil god of tyranny. Elverquisst: An expensive elven luxury liqueur, ruby-red and very strong. Festhall: A business known for (paid) companionship, good cheer, and good times. Festhalls are watched over by Sharess, goddess of lust and sensuality, and provide relaxation and enjoyable experiences for everyone in all respects. Haularake: A for-polite-company curse, equivalent to "gods drat it all." Highsun: Noon, referred to that way as both the sun's movement and as the time of day. Highcoin lady: An upper-class prostitute, specifically one who aspires to appear noble and upper-class to appeal to that quality of clients. Note that there is nothing socially wrong with prostitution in the Moonsea area, although fidelity is still emphasized in relationships. Hin: The halflings' name for their race. Mornfeast: Breakfast, also known as morning feast. Rider: A lurid short fictional tale told in small series of printed chapbooks, popular in both Waterdeep and Cormyr. Rothe: A large, hardy herd animal as tall at the shoulder as a man. Shaggy great things, rothes are kept for both their meat and their milk, with their fats and dung often used as oils and firemaking materials. Saer: A common term of respect for men. Also used when you don't know someone's noble status, but don't want to offend. "Goodwoman" is the same for women. Silent doings: Secrets, doings in action and speaking in words. Spurnarmour: A very pretty or beautiful person, most often a woman. Often said like "If I looked like her, I'd be a right spurnarmour!" Swirlcloak: A cloak worn for fashion and not protection, that hangs off one shoulder and goes to just below the waist. Talyth: A "hand food" of a hand-sized rough brown cracker, topped with sliced sausage, spices, and other foods like snails, oysters, or diced worms. Then it is topped with another cracker and ligthly baked to glue it all together. The ones you're eating are snail and rosemary, for example. The Bitch Queen: Umberlee, evil goddess of the waves and many of the creatures within. The Passing: Last rites performed by a priest of Kelemvor, the god of death. The Sailor God: Valkur, patron god of sailors and good sailing. Tusker: A perjorative term for orc, often used by people of the North or in other regions where orcs are seen as monsters and invading pests. Tymora: "Lady Luck," patron goddess of good luck and adventurers. Waterdhavian: An adjective meaning "of Waterdeep." Zzar: A Waterdhavian fortified wine, quite strong, bright orange, and heavily flavoured with almonds. Arivia fucked around with this message at 19:39 on Feb 27, 2014 |
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”What are ye doing here? said the leader, his crossbow pointed at your chest, his companions with axes and swords drawn behind him. You are trapped in the cul-de-sac, stuck between the rotting remains of Athbaer’s Tapestries and a set of row houses, your backs against a withered old tree that’s broken its way through the worn cobblestones on the ground. Behind you, the murderer reaches the roof, a wooden eavestrough collapsing under her boots, cracking in half on the ground below. The gang leader doesn’t stop looking at you, just holds out a hand. “All your coin, now, or me and mine will take your heads off.” It’s the first day of Eleasias, couldn’t you go one day after Shieldmeet without being threatened with murder again? But no, someone found the handbill in the Slum Market, the Council of Ten looking for a woman in glossy red leather armour who knocked off a city wizard on Shieldmeet. The handbill was so fresh it stunk of ink, new off the Council’s gleaming, smoking press, a quick job to find the killer of Mathark Felibar. And then just after midsun you and your friends - quick friends brought together by fortune in this city where everyone whispers in shadows - spotted her ducking into Old Phlan. So you gave chase, making no cries and yet not pretending to be silent at all, the beaten old roads throwing dust up as your boots slammed down again and again. She lead you on a merry chase, creeping at odd angles and running far faster than you probably could, but she didn’t lose you until now, when she scrambled up the tree like a cat and jumped for the roof. Even then, you could have circled around, ducked through these rotting old buildings - but only then did this other gang appear behind you, close you in and threaten you. Only now did your own mortality get added to the stakes. So with a crossbow pointed at your chest, with more quick death awaiting and a murderer getting away behind you, the question remains: what do you do?
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Jan 14, 2014 10:51
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Rowan Greenbridge Rowan spreads her arms in a wide shrug, grinning disarmingly. The leather bands of her wrists sheathes flexed with the motion as she smiled broadly, the spring-loaded mechanism a twitch away from launching her weapons into her hands. Not yet. "Saers! I'm afraid you've caught us at a bad time. You see, we're chasing after a bounty because we're all out of coin ourselves." She kicks the fallen rooftile the woman just knocked off the roof, nudging it into the path in front of the gang leader and his not-compensating-for-anything oversized crossbow. "Of course, if you'd care to assist, perhaps we could split the reward when we bring her in? It would be a shame to lose all that potential money as it scurries away. Up there. On the roof. Getting away right now, in fact." Bluff: 1d20+6 15 RPZip fucked around with this message at 12:15 on Jan 14, 2014 |
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Jan 14, 2014 12:11
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Tara Krisk Tara keeps silent, puts her hands up, gets ready, and lets Rowan do the talking for now. (Ready action to use Slumber on the leader if any of them take a hostile action.) Tara's raven familiar, Midnight, is sent to try to keep following the murderer from the air as was presumably happening before the ambush. Kylra fucked around with this message at 16:42 on Jan 14, 2014 |
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Jan 14, 2014 15:30
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Kamil "Peace, friends." From behind the mask emerges a sonorous, smooth voice. "We have few coin on our persons. Much less than we would have, if we were allowed to catch the perpetrator of the murder committed at the Shieldmeet." The cloaked figure raises his hands as well, appearing in all aspects - except for the placid mask covering his face - an emissary of peace. "Holding us up is improfitable. But if you wish to be paid, allow us to pursue the suspect. If you do so, I will personally guarantee you will have at least my share of the money. That way, we will all benefit from this exchange. Does that not sound agreeable?" (Diplomacy at d20+11=23.)
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Jan 14, 2014 16:05
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Morn of Deepingdale Morn is taken aback by the arrival of the crossbow-wielding individual and his gang, but soon slips "into character," putting on a wry smile and extending his arms as he bows. "Why hello there, Saer. I'd say it's a pleasure, but even a bard of my ability would not deign to pretend to be pleased at this sort of introduction. As my friends have indicated, there is much coin to be had for all involved, if only you would perhaps show your good faith by lowering your weapon. We mean you no harm." Diplomacy: 1d20+8 9
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Jan 14, 2014 17:37
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Sasha While Sasha is all too happy to have a chance to catch a breath, he is none too happy at these gravel sucking gutter rats shaking them down. Breathing a little heavy from the run, knife in each hand he listens in some small disbelief as his mates appeal to their better natures. Didn't they know these kind had no better nature? They would find the way of the world soon enough, no doubt. Still, he does little more than stand there, moustache drooping, knife in each hand, glaring at these miserable sons of bitches. Wait, did Kamil really just offer them all of his money? Gods of all creation. pre:Name: Sasha Race: Human Class: Swordsage Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Tzznal can Eat Four Dicks Str 18 (+4) Dex 15 (+2) Con 14 Int 10 (+0) Wis 14 (+2) Cha 8 (-1) HP - 11/11 AC: 15 Init: +3 Fort: +2 Ref: +4 Will: +4 Skills Ranks Att Class Bonus TOTAL Acrobatics 1 +2 +3 +6 Prof (Sailor) 1 +2 +3 +6 Stealth 1 +3 +3 +7 Perception 1 +2 +3 +1 +7 Knowledge (Local) 1 +2 +3 +6 Martial Lore 1 +2 +3 +6 Sense Motive 1 +2 +3 +6 Feats: Two Weapon Fighting Slightly Unfucked Two Weapon Attack Adaptive Style Class poo poo: Style Focus Weapon Focus for Tiger Claw Weapons Quick To Act +1 Init Traits: Eyes And Ears of the City Perception Is Class Skill, +1 Perception Anatomist +1 to confirm Critical Hits Stances: Blood In the Water (Tiger Claw, 1st) Maneuvers: Sudden Leap (Tiger Claw, Swift Boost, 1st) Burning Blade (Desert Wind, Swift Boost, 1st) Wolf Fang Strike (Tiger Claw, Standard Strike, 1st) Sapphire Nightmare Strike (Diamond Mind, Standard Strike, 1st) Mighty Throw (Setting Sun, Standard Strike, 1st) Charging Minotaur (Stone Bones, Standard Strike, 1st) Kukri x2 (Main Hand: 1d4+4, +3 to hit; Off Hand 1d4+2, +3 to hit/18-20 x2) Chain Shirt (AC +4; Checks -1) Pathfinder Kit Kickass Sailor tats Backpack Belt Pouch Bedroll Clay Mug Dagger Two Fishhooks Flint and Steel Sewing Needle 50' String 50' Thread 50' Rope Waterskin 7 Days Rations Whetstone Iron Pot Winson_Paine fucked around with this message at 17:05 on Mar 12, 2014 |
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Jan 14, 2014 20:08
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Bries Chersk Bries looks only somewhat concerned and mostly distracted, he touches Rowan on the shoulder in a robust encouragement. Hiding the glowing Holy Symbol from the view of the ambushers. (Reading an action to cast Bless on the first sign of hostilities)
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Jan 14, 2014 21:27
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Lularie Lularie skids to a halt, flexing her fingers a little. She opens her mouth to say something caustic, then shuts it when everyone else speaks first. No matter. So long as it wasn't her share that was being offered up, well, whatever worked then. Oh yeah, memorized spells: pre:0: read magic, det magic, prestidigitation, +resistance 1: grease, summon monster I, +shock shield
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Jan 14, 2014 21:46
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The leader scowls at Rowan's offer. "Ye lot are with the guards and the lords and ladies. No, ye'll not give us any coin, just a trip to the Council's cellars to rot in chains!" Kamil's words find a softer ear, however. The leader looks you all up and down, before nodding. "Fine, but give me your coin-purse now, masked man. Last offer. We'll let ye go, but we won't be seeing ye again." As if to signal acceptance, the crossbow's point drops slightly towards the ground, out of range of your throats. Tara: The murderer flits among the shadows, quickly ducking below the roofs for cover. Still, Midnight's eyesight is sharp, and your familiar sees the flash of the woman's red leather armour as she ducks into a covered stone bridge arching between two stout stone buildings a street away. If you leave now, you can still catch her - and by running after her on foot, no climbing required.
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Jan 15, 2014 13:55
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Kamil He nods, and even with the mask on, Kamil shows the others that he is smiling, simply by the tone of his voice. "Acceptable. Pleasure doing business with you, gentlemen. Now please - let us pass. I believe we have a murderer to catch." He'll take out his coin purse, but will only hand it to the gang when he sees they are free to go.
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Jan 15, 2014 14:03
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The gang moves aside, the leader greedily snatching the purse from Kamil's hand. Looking inside, he scowls, but makes no move to attack. "Let's go. We've been outplayed like elves do to poor men." The gang disperses as you pass, sheathing their weapons and disappearing into the shadows. (Kamil loses any coins on hand.)
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Jan 15, 2014 14:15
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Tara "Quick, this way!" Tara moves off to catch up with Midnight. Then, a little quieter "...and lets try to keep an eye out behind us until after we finish this."
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Jan 15, 2014 14:18
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Sasha Wincing at the prospect of rolling over for these simple bandits, Sasha makes a note of the leader guy. His face would not be forgotten, no, and there would be a reckoning to be sure. A reckoning in blood. It would not do for their crew to be known for such soft dealings. Still, the man had gotten them past. Doubling his pace, Sasha heads off after the murderer with little more than a scowl.
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Jan 15, 2014 14:21
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Kamil "Agreed. Let us go." Kamil joins the pursuit with a little satisfaction. The bandits' own greed had led to the deception - Kamil was not used to carrying much coin on his person, but even so...well. I suppose they all win out in the end. "Does your Raven still have sight of the perpetrator?"
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Jan 15, 2014 14:26
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Tara "Yes, but I'm not sure for how long."
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You close in on the covered stone bridge from all directions, hoping to cut off the scarlet murderess before she can lose you again. The old stone houses on either side must have been grand at one point, with fine copperwork candle-holders and well-made shutters closed against the cold. Creeping up to the second level where the bridge is, Sasha curses as his foot pushes through a rotting old board, a great *crack* echoing, scaring off the birds. On the other side, Tara looks into the bridge carefully, peeking around a corner. There is no woman there, and no sign of her vividly dyed leather either. She's given you the slip again: but what is that? A large barrel midway along the bridge is sparking, and it's suddenly hot. "Duck!" one of you shouts, recognizing the keg of smokepowder almost too late. You dodge out of the way, and... (Sasha, Kamil, and Tara take 3 fire damage each. Rowan, Bries, Morn, and Lularie take 1 fire damage each.) The keg explodes, blasting you all back as the bridge collapses in a cloud of dust and a storm of blocks flying in all directions. The flying parts of what was once the bridge smash against the stone walls around you, clattering to the ground. As your vision clears, you can see your comrades injured around you, but none of you severely or gone unconscious. Tymora smiles upon you.
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Bries Chersk Bries picks himself and his hat off of the ground, coughs for a moment and spits the dust and grit out of his mouth before putting his hat back on. "That, was not exactly expected. Don't think that exactly an improvised trick though. Might have planned her escape through here ?" Bries scans the wreckage and then gives those still downed a hand up. "Think we can find something in this mess ?"
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Tara Tara coughs a bit. "HAULARAKE!" Tara gets up and brushes herself off. "Anyone else see anything suspicious or notable? Maybe there's a clue where she went or even HOW in the debris somewhere if nothing else." Tara utters a few magic words while waving her hands. (Casting Detect Magic) Midnight is going to keep an eye out for things as well from higher up at the moment. Kylra fucked around with this message at 15:22 on Jan 15, 2014 |
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Jan 15, 2014 15:02
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Sasha "Balls, what the deuce was that?" Bleeding from a bunch of cuts and missing an eyebrow, Sasha is pissed. "So we lost him then? drat. We ought to go back and tune up those bandits then." The ringing in his ears is pretty bad. He is pretty sure most of that came otut MAWP MAWP MAWP. Still, he looks around to see if he can find the guy. You never can tell. Perception: 1d20+5 21 Winson_Paine fucked around with this message at 16:39 on Jan 15, 2014 |
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Jan 15, 2014 15:54
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Morn Morn coughs and pats out a patch of flame on his cloak, wincing at the heat against his hand. "I'm in agreement. If we lose our quarry tonight, let us at least recoup the money our friend lost to expedite our pursuit. If those bandits happen to have other ill-gotten gains, all the better for our trouble."
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Jan 15, 2014 17:31
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Tara Tara finishes her spell and begins looking around. "I agree, but not quite for the reason you say. Think about it. We chase our mark through that cul-de-sac. She, alone, by herself goes off, and we, a group of seven, are stopped by what looks like a gang. After Rowan lets out that we're chasing her, the gang leader gets angry that we're working for the nobles. Rowan didn't say that though. Then, after being "cheated" by only getting 4 gold pieces, they let us by. But why? If it was just for money, then they thought they could take us, or else they wouldn't have stopped us, the larger group. But no, all they did was delay us from catching up to our mark to give her time to get away. I think there's a connection here, and we might also be able to find information regarding our original task if we can keep one alive for questioning. Perhaps the leader." (Also, here's a perception roll for Midnight if you need it. As a reminder, the bird is kind of high up right now to stay out of explosion's way, and even if Midnight spots something the empathetic bond isn't true telepathy. 1d20 = 14 + 15, 29 total)
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Sasha Still looking, "If they were workin' together, why not just roll us up? It's what I'd do, to be sure. Take us from ambush, not even bother with the pretense of a robbery."
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Jan 15, 2014 20:15
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Tara "Probably because they don't want to die. They're probably hired hands, not zealots willing to die for whatever cause is at play here. Getting the original contract money, getting some money from the people you're supposed to delay, AND getting out alive seems like a pretty good deal to me. Of course, it's still not certain if all or any of those will hold true for very long." Kylra fucked around with this message at 20:39 on Jan 15, 2014 |
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Jan 15, 2014 20:29
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Rowan Greenbridge Rowan sighs, flipping a dagger into her hand tossing it up and down. "I knew I should have just thrown a dagger into his throat. Well. Maybe his shoulder. It's awfully hard to get information out of a dead man." She eyes Tara for a moment. "At least, in my experience it is. Come on then, I doubt they've gotten far."
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Jan 15, 2014 22:15
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Bries Chersk "I don't think they've got anything to do with our little Scarlet Thief issue. But with no current pressing matters its probably for the best to get rid of some traveler accosting bandits. If we can press one or two for information that would be a bonus."
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Jan 16, 2014 11:11
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Bries finds nothing unexpected in the debris: burnt stone and ashen timber from the bridge and the barrel respectively, and a small amount of blackened, exhausted smokepowder: all that remains of the improvised explosive. Sasha does pluck a shattered piece of glass up, what looks to have been a potion vial. Tara's spell detects very little: a faint aura of evocation (matching what she knows of smokepowder's creation) and an even tinier echo of an illusion spell, lingering on the potion bottle. Between Sasha's tracking and Midnight circling above, you find the gang of roughs a few streets over, relaxing in what remains of a ruined stable. The leader is sitting on a bay of rotting hay, biting noisily at an apple as you approach, some of his friends playing dice and snacking around him. "Ey, we're done with ye. Get and gone!" Glossary Smokepowder: The Faerunian replacement for gunpowder, it requires a mage skilled in alchemy to create it. (Note that in some printings smokepowder cannot explode but I'm ignoring this because I don't think that person knows how guns work.)
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Sasha "Aye, but we ain't done with ye," Sasha says. He tries to pick up the man's accent, mock it. He is not great at it. Still, he is already in motion as he says it, charging forward as he crosses the rubble as he has crossed so many rolling decks. Init!: 1d20+3 16 Charging Minotaur Charge: 1d20+4 12 Damage if needed: 2d6+4 8 pre:HP - 11/11 AC: 16 Init: +3 Fort: +2 Ref: +4 Will: +4 Kukri x2 (Main Hand: 1d4+4, +3 to hit; Off Hand 1d4+2, +3 to hit/18-20 x2) +1 to confirm crits Stance: Blood In The Water Maneuvers: Charging Minotaur, Wolf Fang Strike, Burning Brand, Sudden Leap
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Tara Tara gets to it as well as soon as Sasha dives in. (Slumber the one that looks like they have the most dangerous weapon but isn't attacked by someone else. If someone tries to melee Tara before her turn, then 5' step away and slumber that one on Tara's turn. DC 18 vs Will so you don't have to look it up.) Init: 1d20+3 = 11 Kylra fucked around with this message at 17:03 on Jan 16, 2014 |
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Bries Chersk Bries holds up a single hand, lightning visibly crackling between the fingers of his right glove, looking or an opportune target in the ensuing melee. Init: 1d20+1 = 2 Tzarnal fucked around with this message at 22:33 on Jan 16, 2014 |
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Rowan Greenbridge Rowan circles, looking for an opening as Sasha charges forward. Initiative: 1d20+4 24
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Morn Morn stands ready with his colleagues, considering his weapons and his instrument. Which would be the best implement for this encounter? The first few seconds would tell. Initiative: 1d20+1 4
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Kamil Though the mask gives nothing away, Kamil stays behind mostly everybody else. He's not fond of combat. Because in high tension situations, there is an unfortunate side-effect that he can't explain - because he can't remember how he inherited it. Rather than being able to talk or listen like anybody else, all his understanding of the Common language disappears. Granted, his partners don't know that yet - but, well. They'll find out soon enough. (Initiative at d20+1=12)
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Sasha charges forward, trying to take the gang leader by surprise. However, the youth is stronger than he looks, and he stands his ground. The leader grins, and he drawls to his friends: “Looks like they want a fight. At them, boys!” He drops his crossbow and picks up a jagged-edge sword stuck into the ground next to him, the blade almost as big as he is. Initiative! initiative count - name (coordinates) - hp; ac (flat-footed, touch); saves; CMD; special conditions 24 - Rowan - hp 10/11; AC 17 (ff 13, t 14); F +2, R +6, W +1 16 - Sasha - hp 8/11; AC 15; F +2, R +4, W +4 14 - Gang Leader - hp 24/24; AC 18 (ff 17, t 11); F +5, R +1, W +1; CMD 16; +1 to Will saves against fear effects 12 - Kamil - hp 5/8; AC 13 (ff 13, t 10); F +0, R +0, W +2 11 - Tara - hp 6/9; AC 11; F +2, R +0, W +2 9 - Gang Tough - hp 5/5; AC 14 (ff 14, t 10); F +3, R +0, W -1; CMD 13 9 - Gang Tough - hp 14/14; AC 14 (ff 14, t 10); F +3, R +0, W -1; CMD 13 9 - Gang Tough - hp 5/5; AC 14 (ff 14, t 10); F +3, R +0, W -1; CMD 13 9 - Gang Tough - hp 12/12; AC 14 (ff 14, t 10); F +3, R +0, W -1; CMD 13 9 - Gang Tough - hp 10/10; AC 14 (ff 14, t 10); F +3, R +0, W -1; CMD 13 9 - Gang Tough - hp 8/8; AC 14 (ff 14, t 10); F +3, R +0, W -1; CMD 13 7 - Lularie - hp 6/7; AC 12; F +0, R +4, W +4 4 - Morn - hp 9/10; AC 14; F +2, R +3, W +2 2 - Bries - hp 9/10; AC 16; F +3, R +1, W +5 Up next: Rowan, Sasha!
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Sasha The knives are out, and the knives are flashing. Sparks play along the blade. Sasha had traveled far, Sasha had learned much. The knives dance, and blood begins to flow. It is right, it is fitting. It is proper. The man before him would know well the folly of crossing one such as he, but he would probably not know it long. Using Burning Blade, stabbing him twice: Stabbity #1: 1d20+3 18 Stabbity #1 - Damage: 1d4+1+1d6+4 10 Stabbity #2: 1d20+3 21 Stabbity #2 - Crit Confirm: 1d20+4 17 - No Confirm Stabbity #2 - Damage - Redux Three, I loving Suck At Pathfinder: 1d4+2+1d6+1 10 pre:HP - 11/11 AC: 16 Init: +3 Fort: +2 Ref: +4 Will: +4 Kukri x2 (Main Hand: 1d4+4, +3 to hit; Off Hand 1d4+2, +3 to hit/18-20 x2) +1 to confirm crits Stance: Blood In The Water (Current Bonus +0) Maneuvers: Winson_Paine fucked around with this message at 20:15 on Jan 18, 2014 |
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Rowan Greenbridge Rowan steps out of a blind spot near the thugs, slipping past an overgrown bale of hay while drawing her swords. She casually slides one into the back of one of the thugs standing up, his friend's attention drawn by Sasha's charge. "Oh, don't get up." She pulls the blade out of his back, guiding the gurgling bandit down to the floor as she does so. "We won't be long." Steppin' in to one of the Gang Toughs. I'd figured the one with 10 HP when I rolled but it's hard to specify without an identifier, so "that one". Attack har har har: 1d20+3 6 1d20+2 16 Demeges: 1d6+1+1d6 13 pre:HP - 10/11 AC: 17 Init: +4 Fort: +2 Ref: +6 Will: +1 Ki: 3 Hero: 1 Superior Nipponese Blade x2 (+3/+2, 1d4+1, 18-20 x2) RPZip fucked around with this message at 21:01 on Jan 18, 2014 |
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The gang leader smiles through bloody lips, blood streaming down his face from a cut on his forehead. “I can give as good as I get, ye munchkin.” He beats Sasha back with a savage slice from his blade, his strike throwing the martial artist back and knocking him out. (Gang Leader hits with a 23! Sasha takes 16 damage and is dying and unconscious!) Initiative! initiative count - name (coordinates) - hp; ac (flat-footed, touch); saves; CMD; special conditions 24 - Rowan - hp 10/11; AC 17 (ff 13, t 14); F +2, R +6, W +1 16 - Sasha - hp -8/11; AC 15; F +2, R +4, W +4; dying, unconscious 14 - Gang Leader - hp 4/24; AC 18 (ff 17, t 11); F +5, R +1, W +1; CMD 16; +1 to Will saves against fear effects 12 - Kamil - hp 5/8; AC 13 (ff 13, t 10); F +0, R +0, W +2 11 - Tara - hp 6/9; AC 11; F +2, R +0, W +2 9 - Gang Tough - hp 5/5; AC 14 (ff 14, t 10); F +3, R +0, W -1; CMD 13 9 - Gang Tough - hp 14/14; AC 14 (ff 14, t 10); F +3, R +0, W -1; CMD 13 9 - Gang Tough - hp 5/5; AC 14 (ff 14, t 10); F +3, R +0, W -1; CMD 13 9 - Gang Tough - hp 12/12; AC 14 (ff 14, t 10); F +3, R +0, W -1; CMD 13 9 - Gang Tough - hp 8/8; AC 14 (ff 14, t 10); F +3, R +0, W -1; CMD 13 7 - Lularie - hp 6/7; AC 12; F +0, R +4, W +4 4 - Morn - hp 9/10; AC 14; F +2, R +3, W +2 2 - Bries - hp 9/10; AC 16; F +3, R +1, W +5 Up next: Kamil, Tara!
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Tara (Ear Piercing Scream the 14 hp tough. DC 16 Fort, Tough rolls 19. Takes 3 damage, no other effects.) pre:HP - 6/9 AC: 11 Init: +2 Fort: +2 Ref: +0 Will: +2 Hero: 1 Sling, +1 to hit, 1d3+0 damage
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