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Otto Otto tries to avoid being clung to by the grateful maiden, but, sadly for him, he's too slow. "Look, it's not that I'm not grateful", he explains, "And it's not that I don't want to spend time with you, but I need to go.", he says as he tries to pry her surprisingly strong fingers off his arm. Avoiding a Grapple (Agility 37): 1d100 67 Trying to break free. (Strength 37): 1d100 50
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Johann Johann follows behind the leader, wondering if he should stab him in the back or not once out of sight. Deciding a bit more discretion may be in order, he simply offers the elf beatific smiles and assurances of the 'Grand Plan' and of the Master's Grace and Wisdom should there be any attempt at communication on the way. Assuming they finally reach the tower without anything else awful happening, he will steel himself and put on his most serious expression. "And now, dear friend, for your most important task. Return to the others. Get them ready for their great exodus. For soon, the Master's Plan will reach its next step and require unified action from his most faithful. I will commune with He and receive his next orders. Our time is nigh! The great moment approaches! Go, my friend! Go!" Johann urgently bullshits, striking his best cult leader pose. Not all that different than leading some outlaw band when it comes down to it. Hopefully this dude will leave, and then Johann will go to find The Master. 9/13(10/14) W
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Sneering at Matti's painful gasps, al-Rahib senses that the end of the fight is coming. As she flails about uselessly with her weapon, he charges forward recklessly again, declaring, "I've got you now, you bitch! You are outmatched! Surrender, and you will still live...after a fashion." As he looks again to the dragon statues with their ominously pulsing gems, an expression of wicked glee on his face. All-Out Attack vs. 55: 1d100 54 Ouch!: 1d10+3 7 -- after subtracting her TB, she still has a few Wounds left, but not much. **** The elf obediently leads Johann back down into the bowels of the temple, down the corridors he has already visited, and -- most importantly -- past the wary panther, who bares its fangs when they enter the bedroom, but then proceeds to yawn languidly once it senses a companion of its master. On the other side of the bedroom is a long, narrow, dark tunnel that leads to an opening in the face of the cliff over the sea. Ahead of them, a bridge of wood and rope stretches high above the churning waves. Crossing the surprisingly sturdy span, they come to the Tower proper. Within the entryway is a curtain of light, beyond which Johann can only see indistinct flickering. At Johann's command, the elf bows and begins to withdraw, leaving him alone with the magically shimmering entrance. **** Erik passes through the portal, finding himself in an alchemical laboratory containing numerous flasks, beakers, stills, and other materials that do not hold his interest in the slightest. Through an open door in the far wall he can see a library that looks to have been thoroughly picked over, with only a few books remaining on any of the shelves. He proceeds into a room with a large orb, suspended by some unknown means (magic?) in the center of the room, with glowing fissures criscrossing it. As he continues around it toward the far exit, he can see that it is a spherical map. it shows several lands scattered across its surface that Erik had only heard of in the myths and legends of his people. Beyond the bizarre globe he spies a wine cellar, with floor-to-ceiling shelves holding bottle after bottle -- by his estimation, several hundred -- of Elyas Viledel's precious vintage. Rushing on, Erik charges into the next room, a bedchamber... **** Otto struggles half-heartedly against the surprisingly strong grip of the woman. Meanwhile, "Eh, what harm can a kiss do?" Kragg replies to the elfess, a lustful look in his eyes. As she wraps him in her embrace and places her lips over his, his body tenses and his eyes go wide in surprise. Just then, Erik bursts into the room, and the elven women give a start of surprise, releasing their hold on the men. After a moment of shock, the one disentangling herself from Kragg cries out, "Oh, thank the gods! Yet another hero sent to free us! Your companions had just promised to protect us...what say you, my fierce Norscan?" Circling the dwarf, she trails her hand across his broad chest and shoulders. As she faces Erik, she adds, "We would offer you... anything... if you would only free us from the clutches of the horrible al-Rahib!"
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Mathuviel Thylenin 3/12 Wounds Pain. "Cadai," mutters the elf - suffering - but sure that suffering is better than the deal al-Rahib is offering. She stumbles forward and practically falls onto the wizard while he's distracted looking at the statue. She tries pushing with all her might, tries to shove the wizard back into the statue, tries... but her pain makes her weak, and she flinches from the task. Maneuver 34, 60, 2 DoF Maneuver 34, 44, 1 DoF Welp.
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Noting her grim determination to fight to the bitter end, al-Rahib moves in close and attempts to force Matti back into the statues -- just as she was trying to do to him. However, he accomplishes nothing except getting his feet entangled with hers, and the two combatants end up in a heap on the floor, the statues glowering above them. Manoeuvre (WS 40): 1d100 62 -- massive failure. Manoeuvre (WS 40): 1d100 79 -- and another massive failure. Never fear, al-Rahib is still trying hard to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory!
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Johann Johann holds a contented look on his face until the elf is out of sight, before turning to the barrier with a far more grumpy expression. "What wizardly bullshit is this?" he asks himself aloud. Holding the book forward, he gingerly pokes the barrier with it, promptly looking for any singe marks regardless of if it sinks through or not. "In for a penny, in for a karl," he adds, holding his breath and trying to step through somehow. 9/13(10/14) W Will try to enter!
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The book appears unaffected by the strange magic, so Johann forges ahead. However, when he crosses the threshold there is a bright flash of light and he finds himself walking back out of the curtain of light, toward the bridge swaying gently in the cool sea breeze.
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Erik The Norscan reflexively raises his weapon, his gauntlets creaking as he tightens his grip on the hilt. Erik bares his teeth in a sneer, his eyes flashing with anger as he flicks his gaze between the two elves, it taking a moment to even register Otto and Kragg. His stance relaxes a moment, until he sees that Otto is, in fact, struggling to be free of the elf's grip, and that Kragg's eyes seem...off. He reassumes his stance, keeping his back to the doorway. "Otto! Dwarf-friend! What are the two knife ears doing to you?" He snarls, his brow furrowed and his blade leveled for easy striking. "Release them, you elfin whores; you will hold sway over them no longer, and do not think a man such as myself will easily fall for simple feminine wiles!" He slides his foot out slightly to adopt a better stance, his teeth still bared. Gonna chop up some elves!
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As they thrash about on the floor, Matti makes one last furious jab with her weapon, and al-Rahib's eyes go wide in surprise as the elf's blade finds his femoral artery. He attempts to reach down to stanch the flow of blood, but with one of his hands already pinned beneath her, Matti has no trouble grasping his remaining hand until his strength fails him and he stops his frantic convulsions. Covered in blood -- some of it hers, but most of it his -- Matti proceeds to extricate herself from al-Rahib's final embrace. As she stands, she feels the room sway precariously. Is she just light-headed from the loss of blood, or did Elyas's Tower itself mark al-Rahib's passing? A 10 on damage potentially triggers Ulric's Fury -- if a second attack roll succeeds, another 1d10 damage is added to the total: Ulric's Fury? (WS 54): 1d100 30 1d10 5 -- al-Rahib is extra dead. **** As the barbarian berates and threatens them, the women initially cower behind the other two men. "Protect us!" they cry. Kragg turns, staring vacantly past Erik even as he hisses, "How dare you!" But then a shudder, like a brief earthquake, ripples through the tower. The women exchange a wordless glance and a resigned sigh, and then turn their gaze on the Norscan, their eyes like deep green saucers burning with an inner flame. The tongue of one snakes out, wrapping itself around Erik's weapon, but he manages to wrench it free. "Open your eyes and See!" the other commands, "Your doom is at hand!" As she attempts to summon the winds of magic, however, a bright flash erupts from the Eye of Hysh, causing her to screech in pain and shield her face from its radiance. BS (Tongue): 1d100 45 -- a miss; Erik is not grappled. Channeling; Chaos Magic: 1d100 11 2d10+2 4 -- Channeling is a success, but the spellcasting goes spectacularly awry! She not only suffers an automatic failure from rolling all 1's, but rolling doubles means she also activates the Curse of Tzeentch -- or maybe, in this case, the Curse of Elyas is more appropriate. Because Otto promised to "do his best" to protect them, he must make a successful challenging (-10%) Willpower test in order to actively harm either of them. Unfortunately, LLSix is bowing out, so Kragg is being NPC'ed for now. Which is perhaps appropriate, since he's in an even more compromised position than Otto.
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Erik With a snarl, Erik wrenches his blade free from the tongue of the mutated elf. "I saw clearly the moment I walked into this room, witch! I will free my friends and end your sorcerous ways!" The Norscan storms forward, lowering his shoulder and slamming bodily into the elf who had attempted her spell, bringing his sword around in a powerful arc with a roar. Hopefully he can sever the elf's connection to his friends by severing her head from her body; he certainly didn't want to fight Otto or Kragg. Something inside him told him there had to be another way to deal with this than murdering the elves, but in spite of his bloodline, he held no strong connection to the gods or to the magic of the world. Kragg had exorcised the zombies before, down in the crypts where they found the armor and sword he now wielded, but Kragg held a closer connection to the divine. Erik simply held a close connection to the art of war. Erik Charge vs 70: 1d100 16 Erik Damge w/Impact: 2d10k1+6 11 <- literally both rolls were 5's
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As Erik slices into his enemy, Kragg cries out in pain and a deep gash appears on his body exactly where the Norscan's blow struck the elf.
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Mathuviel Thylenin 3/12 Wounds "Fates fend... from fools' fancies," whispers Mathuviel as al-Rahib expires. Once she'd been the fool. Now, for better and worse, she is a champion. One who has won her first big fight against an indisputable evil. The budding 'hero' rolls over in the puddle of blood that now surrounds her and al-Rahib's cooling corpse and pushes herself to her knees, dripping with the sticky substance, not at all feeling hero-like for all her defiance and victory. Her heart pounds and her breaths come in shallow, pained gasps as she feels at the two stab wounds in her abdomen. Both are deep, painful and still bleeding... but in her estimation neither seems outright fatal, by an inch or so. Swearing silently at how close to death she's come - lessons from Erik and Kragg, she will insist on having them - the elf takes a few moments to get her wits back under control. Hang on... had the tower just shook? "Pit!" And just like that, the elven thief is back to herself, survival - and concern - foremost in her mind, her pains taking back seat. She swears up a foul-mouthed storm - did every ancient place she ended up in have some kind of doom hanging over it? - as she scrambles over to al-Rahib's corpse, rustling through pockets, snatching the knife, wine bottle and medallion, grabbing everything remotely useful or valuable-looking - old habits die hard, after all. Although she has never stood up to and killed one of her victims before... the thought distracts her for a moment, but the throbbing mauve glow from the draconic statues in front of her snap her out of it. Two weak flickering pinpricks of light, the third swelling purple and beating hard - a demon denied. She had fought and won...? Not so, she realizes. This wasn't over. Not by far. The fool on the floor had half-freed two of the demons imprisoned here, given them new bodies to inhabit. They still feared this former place of Power, though, and feared to come close. That reaction, more than anything, confirmed they could still be imprisoned anew, and judging by how desperately al-Rahib had tried to get her to connect to the statue, perhaps that was the answer of how to return them to their proper place. And if not, perhaps the Eye could help solve the conundrum. But she would need help. She would need her friends. And she would need to stay alive to tell them all. "Hang on in there," she mumbles in breathless Eltharin, aimed at herself and the world at large, but also at the two tiny pinpricks of light - the ones she suspect to be Rahasia and her unknown compatriot. Continuing defiling the dead wizard's body, the elven thief uses the wizard's own dagger to cut up the unstained parts of his clothes to fashion crude bandages to wrap around her stomach, and rags to quickly wipe the worst of her bloody caking off; nothing must drip or cause idle noise. She knows she has to be silent and quick, before the possessed elves reacts to the tower's Master, their pawn, being slain. She knows she has to be careful, too. Too much is at stake. Rahasia and her yet-unnamed fellow, whose souls remain trapped within the statues, and Matti's friends, who know nothing of what's gone on, remain in danger. And who even knows? Perhaps the world itself is at risk if three such ancient evils be let loose. Her preparations complete, the elf takes a deep breath, then begins to unsteadily retrace her steps. Matti's going adrenaline burst mode still, taking the knife and anything else al-Rahib may have on him, ruining his fancy clothes to wipe off the worst of her blood and make some crude bandages for her wounds, before she staggers swiftly, but silently back towards where she'd come from, all a-hurry. She intends to sneak past the possessed elves and find the others with the Eye; not knowing they're already there. Silent Move 71, 100, 2 DoF I can't even Orokos  Maybe in her rush, Matti loses her grip on the wine bottle upon skidding to a stop at seeing the battle ahead, causing a huge ka-splash of priceless wine that everyone notices?
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Otto Otto stares in horror as Erik bursts in, and he hears in his head a soft voice, neither masculine nor feminine, Hero, will you not defend these maidens from the brute? Save them! They'll be so grateful....so grateful", as his cheek is caressed softly by invisible fingers. He should....he should do it, he thinks. How dare that....barbarian frighten these poor women. Then the Eye of Hysh flares, and the light, bright, cold, and unforgiving, drives out the voice. He sees, for the first time what's really happening, and, as Erik cuts into the maiden and the wound appears on Kragg's body, he shouts out, "Wait!", and grabs the Eye on the chain. Hoping that his plan will work, he presents it boldly at the elf maidens, and cries "Be gone! You have no power here!" Resisting daemonic wiles (against 32): 1d100 11 Passed This is probably going to be a disaster, but boldly displaying the Eye at the (supposedly) elf maidens. Channeling the Winds of Magic (against 42): 1d100 75 Epicurius fucked around with this message at 05:56 on Jan 20, 2017 |
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As Matti steps triumphantly away from her kill, she feels a strange lightheadedness, almost bordering on giddiness. Her limbs tingle, and the blood seeping from her wounds seems to slow, as if of its own accord it refuses to be spilled. She has only experienced something remotely like this on one other occasion -- when she was invested with the Blood of the Gods by the spirit of Elyas Viledel himself. It must have been that al-Rahib too, carried the power of a divine bloodline -- a power that she has now claimed for herself! The power of the Blood flowing through al-Rahib is indeed Matti's now -- though it manifests itself differently in every individual. There can be only one! al-Rahib's power was linked to his demagoguery, so it would be appropriate for Matti's new power to be linked to deceit/concealment of the truth as well. But that is already what she has due to the Mists of Mathlann -- though in physical terms rather than verbal/social terms. So you can either upgrade to the Major version of the power you already have, or we can construct a completely independent power for her that is somehow thematically linked to what al-Rahib could do (but with a roguish elven twist on it). Also, all of Matti's wounds are healed. Reveling in her newfound abilities, Matti follows the exit from the room, only to find herself standing in a small cubicle with alcoves on each of the four sides. The entire room is featureless except for a single numeral (1, 2, 3, or 4) written in a silvery script on the floor within each alcove. Matti most definitely came through these teleportation alcoves, but it will require some effort to recreate the manner by which al-Rahib led her here. Either: 1) make an Intelligence check to recall the pattern walked by al-Rahib (A basic success gets you one number, each DoS above that gets you one more; multiple checks are allowed but failure has...consequences) 2) recall Elyas Viledel's memories again (he built this place, after all, so he should know how it works), with all the benefits and dangers that entails, or 3) figure out the key to the teleportation maze using player knowledge -- that is, if you, Scribbleykins, figure out the one weird trick to walking the maze, then Matti can proceed accordingly. TychoBrahesNose fucked around with this message at 08:22 on Jan 25, 2017 |
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Before he loses his balance, Johann hears a loud booming crack that accompanies the earth shaking beneath his feet. But then he tumbles backwards through the other side of the magical curtain, finding himself in an alchemical laboratory containing numerous flasks, beakers, stills, and other materials that do not hold his interest in the slightest. Through an open door in the far wall he can see a library that looks to have been thoroughly picked over, with only a few books remaining on any of the shelves. He proceeds past that into a room with a large orb, suspended by some unknown means (magic?) in the center of the room, with glowing fissures criscrossing it. As he continues around it toward the far exit, he can see that it is a spherical map of some sort. But before he can examine it in any detail, his attention is captured by the sounds of battle ahead of him. He rushes past the bizarre globe and through a wine cellar, with floor-to-ceiling shelves holding bottle after bottle -- by his estimation, several hundred -- of Elyas Viledel's precious vintage. Beyond that, he spies an ornately appointed bedchamber, where his Norscan companion and several others are locked in battle with a pair of willowy elves. As he watches in horror, the elves reveal their true nature... Welcome to the party, Johann! Perhaps the giant tome you carry, coincidentally entitled On the Summoning and Banishing of Daemons and other Manifestations of Chaos will be useful as a weapon in the coming conflict! **** Casting off the thrall of the daemons, Otto boldly brandishes the Eye of Hysh. One of the "elves" recoils in horror, snarling in some blasphemous tongue that burns Otto's ears simply with its utterance. The other however, lets out a triumphant cackle. "Foolish mortal meat-sack! You are possessed of no more mastery of the Winds than an ignorant child! The Eye will not obey you -- but it will weep over your demise!" With that, her tongue snakes out again, wrapping around the chain fastened to the Eye and attempting to wrench it from his grasp. BS (Tongue): 1d100 5 -- a hit! Otto must succeed at an Opposed Strength or Agility test (your choice) or he loses possession of the Eye! However, he is now completely free from the mental influence of the daemons, and can act however he sees fit. Meanwhile, Willpower: 1d100 99 -- Kragg fails miserably in his attempt to throw off the enchantments oppressing him. He takes the full brunt of Erik's blow, and the daemon remains unscathed.
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Johann There's likely no talking his way out of this one. While he would much rather grab some of that wine and run for it, Johann nonetheless continues into the bed chamber, trying to keep quiet for the meantime to avoid drawing the demons' attention. As he gets closer to their backs, he draws his sword back, preparing, glancing up at the Norscan with a bewildered "what the heck did you get me into?" look. 9/13(10/14) W Move silent - 16 vs 46 - 3 dos Aim at the one Erik is attacking. Dodge Blow is 46% if needed. IPlayVideoGames fucked around with this message at 22:06 on Jan 26, 2017 |
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Mathuviel Thylenin Mathuviel paused for a few moments before the recesses, taking stock of her state. In her rush to get a move on, she'd not quite realized that within her - and into her - was flowing something, healing her wounds and... doing something else. It was the Power of al-Rahib. The mad sorceror's supernatural, infectious confidence - now hers by bloody right. She grimaced as her mind tingled with the Power of his bloodline, for as pleasant as the sensation was - as pleasing the closing of her wounds was - she felt a degree of nausea at the thought of sharing anything with that arrogant, conceited human prick, least of all his bloodline's memories. Though he would forever be a part of her now, that feeling proved his aspect of the Power would never be a fit for Mathuviel Thylenin. She did not command and expect obeisance - she would sooner distrust anyone who did. She certainly did not compel and cajole and assert herself the way he had been doing, in his greed for power. And so the core of his own Power would not - could not - establish itself in a familiar pattern. That which had sought to go to her head, instead backed up, uncertain and malleable, until something ancient rose within it. It flowed elsewhere, lead by Mathuviel's example and its own nature. It saw how she had maneuvered herself into al-Rahib's confidence, making her way into his deepest sanctum, making him fall into his own trap and forcing him into confrontation and defeat at the cusp of his supposed triumph. This ancient part of the Power knew itself again, and now it knew Mathuviel. Old as it was - long since mingled with another bloodline - it knew how to manifest in an elf. Pumped by the beats of Mathuviel's fiercely independent heart, the redirected Power flowed to assert confidence and grace into limbs and body instead of the mind. A return to an ancient form that gave the elven thief an indefinable spring to her step, the knowledge of graceful dance and the art of getting away with brushing close to danger. Mathuviel felt the Power settle - felt her body go from sluggish and wounded to lithe and ready. She felt like dancing, whooping, hollering with joy and laughter... because she was alive, despite it all, wasn't she? She'd pulled off her greatest and most exhilarating theft yet - a heist, a trick, of al-Rahib's confidence and Power, blunting the designs of ancient and trapped daemons. All on her very own. Did that not deserve at least the temporary relief of laughter? Mathuviel's elation was not all hers, but it did feel natural. Something that had once been lost had been returned to its rightful place, with little fanfare but for the beating cheer in her chest. Gods be watching, Mathuviel knew. Did a certain other god's favor now mingle in her blood, too? "Ahahaha! Oh Cadai, what kind of storied drama has my life become?" She laughed. She laughed at the ludicrous thought - that the Shadow Dancer, too, had somehow given his blessings to her - but when she stepped forward, she did so with a triumphant jig in her heart and the knowledge of just where to step next... assuming she watched where she stepped at all in her elated mood. Though whatever path she trod - right or wrong - perhaps she could simply handle it, like she had before. After some deliberation, I'm picking: quote:Loec's Favor (Fellowship) Because gently caress getting stabbed again. Also, Matti morale = 100/100. Let's see how fast it'll drop this time. Intelligence 47, 79, 3 DoF orrrokosss 
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Mathuviel Thylenin The sight of Kragg laying splayed out, blood flowing from his head, crashes upon Mathuviel's elated mood like a cold shower, no, an icy hailstorm. She can hardly believe it. Kragg, laid low? How had this tragedy come about? Chagrined, she observes the others - her friends and some other human stranger struggle against the hideous abominations Solorena and Karalena had proven to be. Shocked and unbalanced, still she steps forward. There is nothing to do but intervene - she has to regain the Eye of Hysh. It is the only thing that can expel the daemons from their bodies, and the group's surest weapon bar Erik's powerful rage and blade - and the Eye may be the better way, for Matti suspects the souls of the elven maidens are trapped still in those statues. Without a body to return to... no, she must try. To fight with violence was never her first option - she had even given Al-Rahib a chance to turn back from his doomed path. The elven thief skulks up behind the cackling daemonhost whose disgusting tongue wields the Eye, one hand outstretched to pry the gem from the slimy tendril. Matti morale = 50/100. That didn't last long at all. Silent Move 71, 81 1 DoF Sleight of Hand 61, 76 1 DoF Ack! If I got any Fate back for downing Al-Rahib, now's the time to tell me...
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Erik The tongue wraps itself around Erik's body, and the Norscan grunts as his arms are bound to his side. The armor did wonders to protect him from the lashing attack of the tongue, but there wasn't a lot he could do with his body tied up like it is. Luckily for Erik and unluckily for the 'elf', she had just put herself right where Erik could take advantage of her. Dropping his weapon, he reaches his hands up to grab hold of the tongue between him and the elf, wrapping it in his hands as best as he can. With a growl, he yanks backwards as hard as he can on the tongue, throwing his weight back with it as he does, in an attempt to pull the elf off balance towards him, if not just plain rip her tongue free to free himself. Gonna be inventive with this. Opposed Agi vs 38: 1d100 92 obvious failure there Opposed Str vs 60: 1d100 16 4 DoS. 10 damage - 5 tb = 5 damage, 13 - 5 = 8/13 wounds left.
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