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 Bastion Nine > 6 / 8 HP > 14 ACColum MacCullach posted:"By the tits of Tymora! The beastie can teleport!" He was making good progress on his mental list of tasks, at least. There was a staggering number of passengers on the train, but at least he'd identified a source of healing. It was just a matter of finding a way to turn on the faucet, now. With the situation in the first-class carriage well in hand, he crawls out of the window while complaining to himself (and Colum), "Can you loving believe that House Orien train employees aren't authorized to pay for emergency medical treatment of injured passengers? What a gods damned joke. They're just going to let these people die unless House Orien somehow approves the costs." He takes in the situation as he surfaces, realizing it isn't just Colum and Celio and the councilor, but someone he hadn't met before. He predictably inquires of the man, "...who might you be?" __________________________________________________________________________________________ Passive: Perception (20) / Investigation (20) / Darkvision (60') Effects: Item: Arrow (20) / Oil (2) Limited: HD (1/1d8) / Action Points (4/5) Journal __________________________________________________________________________________________ Waador fucked around with this message at 07:40 on Sep 2, 2015 |
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Leshanna d'Phiarlan HP 9/9 AC 15 An idea struck Leshanna as she tuned her violin. Taking advantage of the prominent debris, she hoisted herself up, out of the top of the overturned railcar. Her gaze turned to the other cars, with plenty of holes for any surviving passengers to climb out of. Considering the fact that she had trouble lifting herself out of the car, she doubted she would be much assistance there. Still, there was her reputation to worry about. On the other hand (and this hand was filled with many important things), the private car behind her bore an arcane mark, of the sort only visible to those who bore the Mark of Shadow. Luckily for her, she did, in fact, bear the mark of shadow, even if it was only bare if she wore a garment that showed off her lower back, but that was irrelevant. Taking care to avoid falling back into the first class car, she made her way to the car, and, leaning down, tapped gently on a black window. --------------------------- Passive: Perception 14 / Investigation 13 / Insight 12 Effects: Items: Feyhair Violin Bow, Leather Armor, Quiver, Daggers, Hood, Waterskin Limited: Spell Slots 1 / HD (1x1d8) / Action Points 5/5 --------------------------- Brewsuke fucked around with this message at 00:58 on Sep 4, 2015 |
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Kalud once again sends a wave of concussive force toward the human, though his opponent is better prepared for it this time. It still strikes the man, but he maintains his footing -- and perhaps more unfortunately, concentration on his spell. He lunges forward yet again, a quick thrust with his longsword that slices along the half-orc's armor but does not penetrate to his softer flesh. “By the Fury, why won’t you die like a man?” he screams, blood and spittle flecking his crazed features. The goblinoids are now worked up into a similar frenzy, stamping their feet or crashing their weapons into their shields as they shout, "KA-LUD! KA-LUD!". The din is quite deafening, but over it all, Kalud can hear the hobgoblin bellow, "Now! A low strike while he is over-extended!" Saving Throw: 1d20 19 + 3 = 22. Saving Throw: 1d20 20 + 3 = 23. Either is a success, so he takes half damage and is not knocked back. Concentration: 1d20+3 22. Ensnaring Strike is still active on his sword. Swording: 1d20 5 + 5 = 10. A miss -- you lucky bastard! You do, however, have the crowd on your side now, and the hobgoblin captain is throwing his weight behind you -- specifically, he's using the Commander's Strike maneuver from his Battle Master archetype to give you an immediate extra attack action with your weapon, to which you add a superiority die (1d8) on the attack roll. TychoBrahesNose fucked around with this message at 10:52 on Sep 2, 2015 |
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Kalud d'Torrn HP: 1/10 AC: 12Kalud's spirits are lifted as fortunes seem to be swinging his way. The chanting of the goblins surrounding him certainly helps matters as well, as they've moved from possibly betting on his victory, to outright cheering his name. Though his energy has been drained significantly by the fight, he is by no means ready to give in, particularly now as he is on the verge of a possible comeback. Sensing an opportunity for a counterattack (and with coaching from the hobgoblin sergeant), Kalud strikes quickly. Grasping his staff with both hands along the haft, he whirls the weapon toward the ranger. Attacking the human ranger (normal attack): 1d20+1+2 8 Edit: Using Action Point to add to attack roll: 1d6 2 The staff flies cleanly by, finding no purchase on the ranger. Undeterred, Kalud continues the attack, using the weapon's momentum to swing back toward for a follow-up attack. Attacking the human ranger (followup attack with Commander's Strike): 1d20+1+2+1d8 18 Damage to the human ranger: 1d8+2 4 The extra momentum carries the hefty wooden staff to its target, landing a blow squarely on the ranger's torso. ------------------------------- After discussion in the OOC thread, I will be using an action point to add 1d6 to the attack roll for the first attack. Unfortunately the 1d6 probably made absolutely no difference whatsoever, byebye Kalud! 
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 Celio d'Lyrandar HP: 10/10 AC: 15 Initiative: 22 Hearing Bastion's voice, Celio turned back toward the crowd of people near the first-class carriage. Waador posted:He instead shouts out to Celio, who is busy rushing off as usual, "Celio, do you mind if we put this good doctor's fees onto your expense account?" The nobleman hesitated, but only briefly. The potential public-relations benefits of such an arrangement were obvious, and he was quite certain Lyrandar got some sort of good karma from the Sovereign Host for paying for honest-to-Them medical care for the wounded and dying. Plus, just think of the headlines! In Rail Disaster, Orien Fumbles, Lyrandar Shines! His superiors might not be happy about the expense but he could definitely bring them around. And they were very good at getting discounts, too. "Of course I'll authorize the healing expenditures onto my account," he called. "Celio d'Lyrandar; he can settle up with the bankers when we get back to Sharn." Satisfied his humanitarian deed for the day was done, Celio turned back to the baggage car with a frown. Already the halfling was diving into the wreckage, but he planned to be a little more strategic. Like Bastion, he had constructed himself a priority list: 1) Retrieve, or at least secure, The Cargo 2) Don't let anyone else get their hands on The Cargo 3) Get back to Sharn with The Cargo 4) Have several drinks So. Step one. The baggage compartment was a mess, but he was pretty certain if he just squeezed through here, and shoved aside this pile of really gorgeous clothes...
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 Colum MacCullach > 13 / 15 HP > 15 AC Bastian Nine posted:"Can you loving believe that House Orien train employees aren't authorized to pay for emergency medical treatment of injured passengers? What a gods damned joke. They're just going to let these people die unless House Orien somehow approves the costs." MacCullach spits out some grass and dirt and gets up to his feet. "Bloody bureaucrats." "Tell that doctor ta either start healing people or ta be prepared to need a bit'o doctorin' hisself." Colum shouts loud enough for the doctor to hear. __________________________________________________________________________________________ Passive: Perception (15) / Insight (10) Effects: Item: "Fancy" Clothes, Flask, Explorer's Pack Limited: Rage: 2/2 / HD (1/1d12) / Action Points (5/5) __________________________________________________________________________________________
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 Elizara d'Sivis HP: 8 AC:15 Right. While the halfling negotiates over the price of healing anyone who isn't a council member, Elizara steps forward and waves a hand at the only other truly injured person she can see; the Cannith girl. She sings a note which spins a lazy furl of green energy into the air. It settles on the girl's face, restoring some color to her cheeks. If you want a thing done competently, find a gnome. Elizara listens to the negotiation with the Jorasco healer with half an ear. Hopefully Celio can cover the price, but it's not worth arguing with the halfling; they're legendarily stubborn about payment up front. Instead, Elizara reckons that it's better to seek forgiveness than to ask permission. Standing atop the sideways rail car, she raises her hands and makes a complex weaving motion with her fingers, then cups them together and tosses them into the air. Nothing happens for a moment, then a voice shakes their air; it's a reasonable approximation of Rondo's voice, but loud and booming and attention getting: "ATTENTION ALL PASSENGERS! Please bring all the that are able to be moved to the clear area outside the First Class cabin. There is a House Jorasco healer there capable of tending to your wounds. Again; will all wounded passengers please make their way to the First Class rail car! All will be attended to in order of severity!" Elizara gestures again, and the voice stops. She spreads her hands and releases a spray of brightly colored balloons, trailing a banner, which reads "HEALING AVAILABLE" with an arrow pointing down, which anchors itself above the halfling. Then she pats the Jorasco healer on the shoulder. "There we go," she says brightly. "Now you can either start healing, or get mobbed to death by angry poors. If the guild complains, claim force majeure." ----------------------------------- Passive: Perception 11 / Investigation 14 / Insight 13 Spells:1st 0/2 Items: Bolts (20) Limited: HD (1x1d8) AP 5/5 ----------------------------------- Old Kentucky Shark fucked around with this message at 01:46 on Sep 3, 2015 |
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Tharn d'Cannith > 9 / 9 HP > 11 AC Daily Spells Prepared: Cure Wounds, Purify Food and Drink, Bless, Command plus domain spells While this has been going on, Tharn has been crouched down next to Nebra. He's not a healer, but he can tell she's stable. With a little bit of rest, she should be fine. Unless, of course, there was fire. He looks at the Warforged. "You, Cups! You said there's danger of fire in the dining compartment? Is there anything we can do to prevent that? He looks at the rest of the group still in the car. "Will anyone come with me to the dining car to see if there's any risk of fire and minimize it if we can? We don't want the entire train going up. Rondo? he asks, calling to the recalcitrant halfling, [b]Can you look over my Nebra, and make sure she is stable and not in need of greater care? I think she is out of danger, but you are the professional. You can submit your bill for services to Stend d'Cannith, of Korth."
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 Nebra d'Cannith > 06 / 10 HP > 16 AC Nebra's eyes flutter open, she looks up at Tharn and asks "what happened?" She then looks around and sees the devastation. "Oh my." She slowly gets to her feet, leans against a wall, or rather the floor? She then tries to make her way to her apartment. "I need to get my things. I should have a scroll of healing, for anyone else that is hurt." She blinks, and eventually makes it to her room. She then begins to drag her stuff out with her. Does anyone else need some healing?" She looks about. Are we out in the wilderness? Are there monsters? Oh my. This is kind of exciting. But painful. I didn't know riding the Lightning Rail was going to be this painful." If someone seems to need healing she will offer her scroll of Cure Wounds, otherwise she pulls out some armor and starts putting it on in case there is any danger. As she starts putting the armor on over her dress a muffled "can never really tell what you might come across in the wilds, there might have even been a heist on the Lightning Rail. The outside world is so dangerous after all, better to be prepared." It is fairly clear that she lived a rather sheltered life, but in this instance she may have been right to be prepared. __________________________________________________________________________________________ Passive: Perception (22) / Investigation (22) Effects: Item: Bolts (20) / Scroll of Bless / Scroll of Cure Wounds Limited: HD (1/1d8) / Action Points (5/5) __________________________________________________________________________________________
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Bastion Nine > 6 / 8 HP > 14 AC The half-elf stifles a smirk, and goes about his business. Celio had caught on to what he was suggesting, and capitalized on it: he was bright that way, which was part of why Bastion liked him. House Lyrandar would get the glory for saving the passengers when House Orien dropped the ball at least four times in a row by his count. Since the two houses were in competition in the shipment business, this would be a win all around for House Lyrandar. He didn't actually care which house came out on top, he supposed, but he was currently under the employ of the former and tossing them a public relations win as a cherry on top of his contract would serve him well enough. Reaching into his designer man-purse[1], he retrieves a three-foot-long piece of cast iron, shaped like a crow's foot at the tip, with a wedge on the other end. In the dim light of the night, an observant person might notice an engraving in the Draconic language along the side of the tool, reading 'Whosoever holds this iron crow, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of a Freeman'. Approaching Colum, he hands the man the crowbar, and explains, "You look like you're the most well-endowed of all of us in the muscle department." Pointing to the train cars down the line that presumably still contain a few survivors, he comments, "Not everyone is going to be able to free themselves from the train. A few people are crawling out under their own power, but some of them are going to need help. Take this for leverage if they're trapped under something, and pry them loose if you can." He pauses a moment, before adding, "I'm going to need that back when you're done, though." pre:Loaning my crowbar to Colum. Using a crowbar grants advantage to Strength checks where the crowbar’s leverage can be applied. __________________________________________________________________________________________ Passive: Perception (20) / Investigation (20) / Darkvision (60') Effects: Item: Arrow (20) / Oil (2) Limited: HD (1/1d8) / Action Points (4/5) Journal __________________________________________________________________________________________ [1] 
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 HP: 9/9 AC: 15 Cain Arkos As Colum tumbled through his illusion, Cain winced with sympathy, dismisses the illusion. "No, no. Just an illusion. A cantrip. I know a smattering of magic, minor things. He sees that the others are getting busy with taking care of the other survivors, so he thinks back to his cargo. Letters and things, not something he was at liberty to give, even in a crisis. He did have some food and water...though there was probably some on the train that had survived the crash. Well, if anything, he wasn't going to keep travelling tonight, so he might as well go and bring his wagon around. It was too late to be moving through these woods and there might be more he could do in the morning. And besides...safety in numbers. If he met another of those monsters, he doubted he'd be lucky enough to have another rail come take it out for him. "I'll go and bring my wagon around, be right back." And with some awkward waving at the train wreck survivors, he started to go and retrieve his horses. __________________________________________________________________________________________ Passive: Perception (11) / Insight (13) / Investigation (10) Effects: Item: Carriage Limited: Spell Slots: 2 LVL 1 / HD (1/1d8) / Action Points (5/5) __________________________________________________________________________________________
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Bastion Nine > 6 / 8 HP > 14 AC The man began to wander off. Some kind of ...spectator? He had a wagon, apparently. Weird. Still, he didn't seem very threatening at the moment, which was a plus. With a shrug, the half-elf slipped into the shadows and debris that was the mangled wreck of the train, intent on doing a circuit around the wreck to check for anything of particular concern. Once that was done, he'd make his way about the surrounding area to check for any other surprises that might be preparing to announce themselves. pre:Stealth 22 1> Doing a circuit around the train, using debris, shadows, and such for cover. 2> Doing a circuit around the surrounding forest, along the treetops if feasible. Acrobatics 17 as necessary. I suspect the hat trick of darkvision, passive perception, and passive investigation are going to catch most things of note, if any. His father had told him a story once when he was a child: about a land ruled by a cadre of four heroes. They had campaigned to defeat a powerful sorceress, or something of the sort. In any event, the moral of the story was that they declared all forests to be burned for being more trouble than they were worth. All caves in their kingdom had been filled in, too. If you didn't live above-ground in a home made of magically wrought iron, you were branded a fool at best, and a dissident at worst. It was a utopia, obviously: bereft of such trivialities as places for bandits to hide, nests where abominations and monsters could breed, and not a hope in hell of anything from below the earth raising its white-haired head above the ground without getting spotted and crucified within half an hour. To this day, he often wondered whether there might have been a hint of truth to the fairy tale. __________________________________________________________________________________________ Passive: Perception (20) / Investigation (20) / Darkvision (60') Effects: Item: Arrow (20) / Oil (2) Limited: HD (1/1d8) / Action Points (4/5) Journal __________________________________________________________________________________________ Waador fucked around with this message at 07:13 on Sep 3, 2015 |
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"Unless you wish to nullify your contract with House Vadalis as well, you will cease your interference!" the human calls out to the others as he circles warily inside the ring of goblinoids, never taking his eyes from Kalud's staff. The bugbears jeer at his appeal to financial power to cover for his failure of martial power, though the hobgoblin nods grimly and steps back. Satisfied that the duel is again truly one-on-one, the human begins to close with the half-orc, his blade dancing dizzyingly. Kalud reflects on how lucky he had been to survive this long against the man, and he briefly wonders if his luck has run out. Suddenly, a huge catlike creature -- though unlike any feline Kalud has ever seen before -- bounds over the heads of the goblinoinds, landing inbetween the two combatants. It lashes out with the serrated tentacles growing from its shoulders, sending the human sprawling.  Tentacles: 2#1d20+6 17 24. Two hits on the human. Tentacles: 2#1d20+6 14 8. One hit on Kalud. Shouts echo through the glade as more of the creatures pounce from behind onto the distracted goblinoids. The hobgoblin begins issuing commands to the others, but before Kalud can react, something heavy and painful impacts into his back, and everything goes dark.
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Colum MacCullach > 13 / 15 HP > 15 AC MacCullach breaks into a wide grin. "Aye lad, I'm well-endowed in lots of departments" He grabs the crowbar in one meaty paw. "I'll crack 'em outa that train like Breland blue crab legs" __________________________________________________________________________________________ Passive: Perception (15) / Insight (10) Effects: Item: "Fancy" Clothes, Flask, Explorer's Pack, Crowbar Limited: Rage: 2/2 / HD (1/1d12) / Action Points (5/5) __________________________________________________________________________________________
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Reava manages to get a look inside the carriage before the elf closes the door. Despite the darkness (there is no illumination inside), she can see at least four other occupants moving about below, picking up various items that had been strewn about by the crash. The interior seems to be very well appointed, with bronzewood paneling on (what is normally) the walls and luxurious carpets on (what is normally) the floor, with fixtures made of various precious metals or studded with gemstones. Additionally, the occupants seem to have been in mid-revel, given the decanters of wine, hookahs, and similar paraphernelia of hedonistic excess that are readily visible. During her brief glance, she notices one of the occupants returning several long, slim swords to a rack on the wall, and another picking up an assortment of jewelry that had tumbled out of an ornate wooden box. Leshanna joins her near the door to the carriage, and when it opens again, the female elf clambers out, saying (in Elvish), “Help me with them.” From below, three inert bodies are hoisted up, and she struggles to pull them the rest of the way out. “No one else is seriously injured, so we will continue to remain inside.” Once the bodies are out of the way, she casts a sad look toward them before moving to re-enter the carriage. As Cain departs to retrieve his wagon, the goblin responds to Colum. “Not that imaginary creature, elfbrain! Gibkub was pointing over there.” It again indicates the immense creature lying at the front of the wreckage. “The Tarrasque!” it adds, as if expecting the others to be impressed with its knowledge. “Gibkub has slain the frumious Tarrasque! Gibkub is a hero! Gibkub will have all the fertile goblin maidens fawning over him now! And maybe some others too, eh?” he adds with a salacious wink at Elizara. Uninterested in what the goblin is going on about, Colum takes the crowbar from Bastion and heads off toward the coach carriage. Cain finds his wagon where he left it, and can attempt to guide it through the intervening trees with an Animal Handling check. Colum should roll me three Strength checks (with Advantage from using the crowbar) to see how effective he is at helping survivors get clear of the wreckage. Beset on all sides, Rando attempts to chase after Celio with a form that he has withdrawn from his satchel, shouting, “Of course, my most noble d'Lyrandar, if you would only notarize this…” But a mob of poors has started forming in his path, and he is cut off from the half-elf. “I will attend to you all in order! In order! May the Six take you!” he says finally, casting a spiteful look toward Elizara. It looks like the gnome has bother her fans and her detractors… Meanwhile, nearly recovered, Nebra dons her armor while Cups accompanies Tharn to the dining car. He sees a small column of smoke pouring from a rent in the side; as he looks within he sees that some of the dining linens have ended up on the cooking surface and have started a small blaze within. The car is in no danger of being consumed — yet — but failing to attended to the fire would no doubt make the situation considerably worse. After offering the crowbar to Colum and receiving a brief introduction from Cain before the latter wanders off, mubmling something about retrieving his wagon, Bastion begins his reconnoiter of the area in earnest. Sneaking from shadow to shadow, lest something or someone detect him, he makes a circuit from front to back. In front of the train, as indicated by the goblin, lies a creature nearly as big as the engine carriage itself, with armor plating tougher than any mail. It emits a loud exhalation, but otherwise remains still. The engine car itself is a ruin, with the damaged Elemental Binding Ring shooting off arcs of lightning at irregular intervals. The first class car is being emptied, while the private car appears to have some activity as one survivor (and apparently some corpses) have appeared on the side (now top). A small fire burns within the dining car, while dozens of bloodied survivors continue to scramble out of the coach and steerage carriages. Councillor Davandi chases after bits of cloth scattered around the first cargo carriage, while Celio makes his way into the second. The forest has been cleared back from the Lightning Rail line for 30 or 40 feet on either side — Cain and his wagon are apparently on the road to the west (on the other side of a narrow track of forest between Rail line and Kingsroad), while the forest stretches an unknown amount to the east. The train itself comprises eight cars (Engine, First Class, Private, Dining, Coach, Steerage, Cargo x2), each of which is 50’ long or so. So the whole train is longer than a football field, even when the cars are somewhat jumbled together. Completing a circuit (especially while Stealthing) will take a while, and it will take considerably longer to clamber that far through the trees on either side. Celio wriggles agilely through the wreckage and into the cargo carriage. Within, he sees that nearly all of the cargo crates have broken open. He hears movement toward the rear of the carriage, and from behind a pile of crates comes a dwarf with a bandage on his head, dressed in Orien livery. “The cargo compartments are off-limits to passengers, Sir," he declares firmly. "It is my duty to ensure the safety of every passenger’s goods, thus I must ask you to return to your place with the others.” Quorum, roll me Perception and Insight. ++++ Some time later, Kalud awakes to a tugging at his feet. He groans and tries to focus on the thing attacking him, when the tugging suddenly stops. The goblin lets go of Kalud's boots and retreats a few steps, looking warily at the half-orc. “AAGH! Scrunt should have slit its throat first!” it says in the goblin tongue. And then, after a beat, it continues, “I mean: oh, brave Kalud Manslayer, the only other survivor! Besides that, of course, for all the good it does.” He indicates something outside of Kalud’s view, and the half-orc’s vision swims as he tries to track where the goblin is looking. “Useless as the tusks on a human, that one is.” Eventually, he makes out a troll propped up against one of the trees, a glazed look in its eyes as it holds a severed forearm to the remaining stump, black blood dripping slowly to the forest floor. “Like devils they were!” Scrunt continues. “Great black cats, but wrong! They had too many legs and arms! And they weren’t where they were, but somewhere else! They pounced, but we fought back — while the Manslayer was sleeping, Scrunt fought the hardest, he did!” As the goblin blathers on, Kalud slowly sits up and takes in the scene around him. The supply wagon is now just a burned-out shell, while all of the crates that had been unloaded from the other wagons have been upended and their contents strewn about. One has a collection of smoky orange crystalline shards pouring out; near another, a few intact dark purple eggs the size of Kalud’s torso are visible. The crate that contained the giant bird’s egg still has a few remnants of shell nestled in amongst a pile of straw. And then there are the bodies: the horses were easy targets for the beasts, as they had been corralled within the circled wagons. Most of the bugbears likewise fell where they stood in the ring around Kalud, while the human’s disemboweled corpse lies draped over a branch several meters up in one of the ancient trees. The half-orc thinks he can make out the charred remains of the other goblins within the supply wagon, and he can see the hobgoblin’s body lying on his back nearby, with one of the tentacled cat-beasts dead on top of him, the captain’s sword piercing through the creature from front to back. There are corpses of a few more of the beasts as well — one of them inside the ring of bugbears, while three more are piled in a heap around the surviving troll. The bodies of at least a few of the bugbears, as well as the last troll, are nowhere to be found. “In the middle of the battle, there was a great crash from away over there,” Scrunt offers as he waves vaguely toward the west. “It sounded like an avalanche, but of course there are no mountains here. Anyway, once the devil-cats realized they couldn’t defeat the heroic Scrunt, they buggered off like so many frightened elveses! Ha Ha Ha!” With that, Scrunt leaves off his narration and returns to ransacking the other bodies. Due to the magical life-supporting properties of the glade, Kalud has effectively completed a short rest. TychoBrahesNose fucked around with this message at 07:30 on Sep 4, 2015 |
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HP: 9/9 AC: 15 Cain Arkos Cain finds his horses and wagon like he left them, not eaten by giant squirrels or whatever else is lurking in the woods, and gives a small sigh of relief. He digs two carrots out of the wagon and lets them eat from his hands before getting back into the driver's seat and leading them off the road and into the woods. The train crash was bad, but at least not a total disaster. Things seemed to be calming down nicely too. The longer things stayed quiet like this, the more he began to relax. What were the odds of being attacked by three monsters in one night, after all? Once he made it back to the train, he unhitched the wagon and started to make camp, bringing out his biggest cookpot for making enough stew for him and whoever else would be hungry. There was a loud, bright flare as he used a cantrip to start the fire, then he was happily humming away as he began to stir everything in. Animal Handling: 1d20+3: 14 __________________________________________________________________________________________ Passive: Perception (11) / Insight (13) / Investigation (10) Effects: Item: Carriage Limited: Spell Slots: 2 LVL 1 / HD (1/1d8) / Action Points (5/5) __________________________________________________________________________________________
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Leshanna d'Phiarlan HP 9/9 AC 15 Leshanna blinks at the inside of the carriage of decadence, almost surprised. She expected that, if there was any hedonism to be had within her House, she would have at least been invited. But, then again, she was a very high-profile woman, and the best way to get your hedonism exposed is by inviting a celebrity. Hoisting one of the bodies up by their armpits, she begins to carry them in the direction of the gnome shouting about the Jorasco healer. "I suppose one can only wonder if they passed out from exhaustion, or if they're actually injured," she whispers to Raeva, chuckling. "Oh, no, wait, there's a huge welt right on this guy's forehead. Alright, let's both get one apiece, and come back and carry the other together." Brewsuke fucked around with this message at 05:42 on Sep 4, 2015 |
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Colum MacCullach > 13 / 15 HP > 15 AC Colum dashes towards the other train cars. It feels good to be doing something useful. The past few days have been marked by a lot of sitting, waiting, and polite conversation. Already he misses the simple life of tacking and and tackling horses and barking orders at novice grooms. A little sweat and grime lifts his spirits right up, and washes out most of that hangover. It's a shame of course that people have gotten hurt, but he'll get them out all right. The ugly little goblin keeps following him, declaring his victory of some kind of terror. MacCullach reaches the first car and shoves the point of the crowbar between the crack of the thick outer door. "They will give Gibkub a medal" Nearby a young elf lies trapped beneath a bit of wreckage. "Gibkub will be able to eat at fancy restaurants" pre:Check #2: 8, 9 pre:Check #3: 14, 14 __________________________________________________________________________________________ Passive: Perception (15) / Insight (10) Effects: Item: "Fancy" Clothes, Flask, Explorer's Pack (still in 1st class train car), Crowbar Limited: Rage: 2/2 / HD (1/1d12) / Action Points (5/5) __________________________________________________________________________________________
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Bastion Nine > 6 / 8 HP > 14 ACGibkub posted:“Not that imaginary creature, elfbrain! Gibkub was pointing over there.” It again indicates the immense creature lying at the front of the wreckage. “The Tarrasque!” it adds, as if expecting the others to be impressed with its knowledge. “Gibkub has slain the frumious Tarrasque! Gibkub is a hero! Gibkub will have all the fertile goblin maidens fawning over him now! And maybe some others too, eh?” he adds with a salacious wink at Elizara. He didn't want to get involved with speaking to the creature at the moment, since whatever the truth was would end up being unavoidable and unalterable. If there were dozens of goblins converging on the area there was nothing to be done about it, other than to endure the experience. Still, it was an interesting question, and one that was worth answering when time permitted, assuming it didn't answer itself. He excused himself from the conversation without a word, and began his investigation of the wreckage. Exploration posted:In front of the train, as indicated by the goblin, lies a creature nearly as big as the engine carriage itself, with armor plating tougher than any mail. It emits a loud exhalation, but otherwise remains still. The engine car itself is a ruin, with the damaged Elemental Binding Ring shooting off arcs of lightning at irregular intervals. The first class car is being emptied, while the private car appears to have some activity as one survivor (and apparently some corpses) have appeared on the side (now top). A small fire burns within the dining car, while dozens of bloodied survivors continue to scramble out of the coach and steerage carriages. Councillor Davandi chases after bits of cloth scattered around the first cargo carriage, while Celio makes his way into the second. pre:Knowledge (nature) 4 vs. creature. No useful knowledge, it would seem. He was reasonably certain that the King's Forest that now surrounded them enjoyed a number of legal protections. The most notable of which at the moment was the prohibition on hunting without a royal invitation or equivalent permit. This was obviously a unique case, but there was a risk that any act of self-defense if and when this creature began to stir could be considered a violation of those laws, which might land some or all of them in a series of unpleasant situations. Thankfully, he was a well-read individual: he subscribed to a number of periodicals relating to Sharn law enforcement activities and legal proceedings, as they were helpful in keeping abreast in his role as a private investigator in Sharn. He did a mental inventory of relevant cases and trials to see if there was anything he could remember that might fit this scenario. pre:The history roll is an attempt to know relevant laws and regulations regarding the King's Forest. A few questions that it might cover include: > Are we entitled to kill this creature in self-defense if it wakes up? > Are we entitled to kill other creatures in self-defense if they attack? > Am I entitled to kill this creature while it is unconscious, to prevent it from waking up? > What are the penalties for violating any relevant laws? > How can I abuse the letter of the law rather than its spirit to get what I want? He had a keen eye for details, of course: that was just part of the job. He could obviously see that the elemental binding ring was thoroughly damaged, and would need hours, if not weeks or months of repair. The whole thing might need to be scrapped, for all he knew: he wasn't an artificer. Admittedly, his arcane knowledge was significantly less developed than his investigative talents, but he did have a host of subscriptions to a number of journals that occasionally covered matters arcane. Problematically, he obviously didn't have the time to read through all of them, so most of them simply adorned the waiting area of his offices. Luckily, he did read a few, at least, and he'd always found the topic of elemental binding to be conceptually intriguing. He did his best to assess the state of the ring, with a focus on whether it presented an imminent danger to the survivors of the crash. pre:The arcana roll is an attempt to assess the condition of the elemental binding ring. A few concerns that it might cover include: > Does it present a danger to the survivors of the crash? > How can those risks be mitigated, if they exist? > Is there anything valuable that has been pried loose in the crash that might be worth taking before train staff assess the area? (...such as any stray khyber shards used in the binding ring's construction.) pre:Notwithstanding the time involved to complete the circuit, a thorough pass still seems to be the correct approach. I'll focus on the engine car area until my concerns there are resolved, but otherwise thereafter I'll continue with the plan. Passive: Perception (20) / Investigation (20) / Darkvision (60') Effects: Item: Arrow (20) / Oil (2) Limited: HD (1/1d8) / Action Points (2/5) Journal __________________________________________________________________________________________ Waador fucked around with this message at 01:09 on Sep 5, 2015 |
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Tharn d'Cannith > 9 / 9 HP > 11 AC Daily Spells Prepared: Cure Wounds, Purify Food and Drink, Bless, Command plus domain spells Well, Cups, this doesn't look good., Tharn notes as the two of them observe the fire in the dining car. Unless we get this out, the whole place could go up, and then where would we be? Any suggestions as to how best get this out? I don't suppose there's any fire suppression stuff around, is there? Tharn looks around for things that might be useful in putting out the fire, and wishes like anything he had Create Water right about now. Is there anything in the kitchen that can be used against the fire? Water, sand, fire blankets?
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Sep 4, 2015 23:57
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Elizara d'Sivis HP: 8 AC:15 Gibkub posted:As Cain departs to retrieve his wagon, the goblin responds to Colum. “Not that imaginary creature, elfbrain! Gibkub was pointing over there.” It again indicates the immense creature lying at the front of the wreckage. “The Tarrasque!” it adds, as if expecting the others to be impressed with its knowledge. “Gibkub has slain the frumious Tarrasque! Gibkub is a hero! Gibkub will have all the fertile goblin maidens fawning over him now! And maybe some others too, eh?” he adds with a salacious wink at Elizara. Elizara looks around the carnage. She's done what she could, in her own signature way, for the wounded, so she feels that her moral obligation has been discharged. As there is nothing to read and no one within range to contact, her duties to her House don't come into play. Obviously, she's not going to be moving wreckage when there are big-folk and warforged around for that sort of thing. She's free to do what she wants, for the moment. And what every gnome wants is to find out a secret. She notices, for once, that Celio has become separated from his bodyguard. An opportunity! While the bigger doof was examining dangerous animals, she decided to sneak into the cargo compartment after Celio. You never know what you might find, looking through other people's stuff. Investigation: 1d20+4 8 Boo. ----------------------------------- Passive: Perception 11 / Investigation 14 / Insight 13 Spells:1st 0/2 Items: Bolts (20) Limited: HD (1x1d8) AP 5/5 -----------------------------------
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Sep 5, 2015 01:12
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Nebra d'Cannith > 06 / 10 HP > 16 AC After about five minutes Nebra manages to get armored up, she grabs her crossbow and keeps it on a handy latch so that she can get to it at a moment's notice if something scary shows up. Then she looks about. "Hmm the car is on its side, that isn't good. And everyone has run off." Then she goes in search of the others, particularly her fiance and anyone who may have some idea of what happened while she was unconscious. __________________________________________________________________________________________ Passive: Perception (22) / Investigation (22) Effects: Item: Bolts (20) / Scroll of Bless / Scroll of Cure Wounds Limited: HD (1/1d8) / Action Points (5/5) __________________________________________________________________________________________
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Sep 5, 2015 03:31
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Kalud d'Torrn HP: 4/10 AC: 12 Short rest: using a hit die: 1d8+2 4 Kalud shakes his head wearily as he surveys the carnage around him, half-listening to Scrunt's story of his "heroism." He tried to piece together his own memories of the event -- a back-and-forth fight with the human ranger, an animalistic roar, darkness. In time it may come back to him, but for now he takes Scrunt's word for it that events happened as they did. The half-orc stands slowly, balancing himself precariously on his feet. The period of unconsciousness -- how long did it last? -- seems to have allowed his body some time to recuperate from his wounds. The nasty gash across his chest is now caked over with coagulated blood, his body's natural cycle continuing to repair itself. Nevertheless, he takes a moment to look around the scattered remains of the cart to see if he can spot the gleam of any kind of potion or poultice that may help bring him back more fully. As he scans the battle site, his eyes fall on the crystalline shards pouring out from a busted crate. He furrows his brow, his concentration still somewhat muddled from the melee, and tries to recall if he's seen their like before... Nature: identifying those gems: 1d20+4 10 ...unfortunately his senses remain hazy. "You say there was a crash... from that direction?" Kalud repeats, gesturing weakly towards the west. The goblin seems otherwise preoccupied around the campsite, but he nods and chitters away, crassly pulling baubles and trinkets off of the bodies of his fallen comrades. "And you don't think we should... go take a look?"
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Sep 6, 2015 09:38
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As Kalud considers the crystals, he realizes that he has seen their like only rarely, though he is familiar enough with them to know they are the focus (to the point of obsession) of the members of House Tharashk: they are Khyber Dragonshards. Since prospecting for Dragonshards is the primary economic driver for Tharask, I figure identifying those would actually be quite easy for Kalud. Scrunt is just attempting to pry a small vial from the hobgoblin's grasp when, seeing Kalud staring for quite some time at the glittering shards, he leaps over to splay himself atop the pile. "Mine!" he squeals. "'You Keep What You Kill' is the way of Daask, and since Scrunt is victorious, Scrunt lays claim to the spoils!" Attempting to scoop up an armful of the shards, he exclaims, "Scrunt thinks it would be a good idea for the brave Manslayer to investigate the noises far, far away from here!" Adding 4 HP from a short rest takes Kalud to 5 HP total.
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Sep 7, 2015 04:28
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"But Gibkub is a wealthy goblin! The wealthiest in all of Breland..." the goblin calls futilely after the departing Elizara. Crestfallen, it looks back to the human who seems much more suitably impressed with its prowess. As Gibkub follows along, ravenously consuming the attention paid to it, Colum manages to make himself useful, prying open the jammed door on the coach carriage and allowing those stuck within yet another means of escaping the wreckage. The elf remains pinned beneath the twisted metal, unfortunately, but the trapped couple are happily reunited with their three children. The five of them proceed outside to discover that Cain has started a cooking fire and is scrounging through his supplies to prepare a meal. "I am Jolan Milana," the man says as his wife joins him alongside Cain's fire and his children play nearby. "In Sharn, my family and I operate the Bright Wind bakery in Oak Bridge. We would be happy to help prepare whatever food you have for these people. After all, we might be here a while." Meanwhile, Colum follows Gibkub to the front of the train, passing Nebra, who seems to be looking for the man she was chatting with earlier. "There is the Tarrasque!" Gibkub declares, pointing out the monstrosity felled by the impact with the Lightning Rail. And though Colum is not trained in the arcane arts, it is apparent even to him that the Tarrasque (or whatever it is) seems to have given as good as it got, for the front end of the carriage housing the magical propulsion system is an utter ruin. As they approach, the goblin notices Bastion sizing up the destroyed engine carriage, and in particular the damaged Elemental Binding Ring. "Fear not, half-man!" the goblin says cheerily. "I am Meanwhile, the goblin withdraws a small switch of wood from the pocket of its uniform, strikes a dramatic pose, and utters a brief incantation: "Shazam!" Nothing happens. "By the Power of Greyskull!" the creature intones meaningfully. Still, nothing continues to happen. Waving its wand around furiously, it screeches, "Klaatu… Barada… Nicto!" Suddenly, an arc of lightning stretches between the Binding Ring and the wand, consuming the latter in a gout of flame that chars the goblin's hand badly. Mewling pitifully, the creature cradles its injured limb and retreats as fast as its legs will carry it. At least that answers another of Bastion's questions: the damaged Binding Ring is indeed dangerous -- if it is interfered with. Beyond that, whatever magics restrain the elemental within the Dragonshard do not seem to be compromised yet, though he could almost certainly make the situation worse by attempting to remove the Shard that even now lays exposed at the heart of the Binding Ring. As Bastion watches the goblin flee, he considers the many matters weighing heavily on his mind: to ensure the stability of the Ring, they definitely needed someone of greater competence than Gibkub. If no one of sufficient capability survived the train wreck, then the safest course of action would probably be to leave the area entirely. But that would complicate any rescue efforts launched from Sharn by House Orien or any others with a stake in the passengers and/or cargo onboard. And then there is the matter of the "Tarrasque". Given its lack of motion currently, its body was almost certainly broken, but who knew if it had any sort of regenerative capacity? If it could not be put down, that was yet another strong argument in favor of abandoning the site of the wreckage, though convincing the hundred or so survivors to do so would be no easy feat. Bastion does recall the laws governing the King's Forest make provision for duly appointed members of House Orien to see to the safety of the Lightning Rail line -- and dealing with the disabled creature presumably fit within their purview. Unfortunately, it seems the only representatives of that House remaining were the Warforged (who did not seem particularly keen on acting in a decision-making capacity) and the goblin (who, even more worrisome, was more than happy to make spectacularly bad decisions). Likewise, there were others who held official responsibility for keeping and hunting game within the King's Forest -- House Vadalis and House Tharashk, respectively -- and if one of those could be procured, Bastion felt that a defensible case could be made for having that one put the beast down. Apart from that, allowing the creature to expire naturally from its own wounds was perhaps the safest legal route -- though come to think of it, who would ever know if it was helped along a little bit by a blade here or there? It's worth specifically pointing out at this juncture that Colum has identified himself as "MacCullach" rather than "d'Vadalis", as he has decided to forego traditional naming conventions due to being a ++++ "The goblin is supposed to be tending to the Bound elemental in the cooking stove, but the irresponsible creature appears to have wandered off," Cups replies impatiently to Tharn. "I shall see to it that it is reported for dereliction of duty." Perception (Wisdom): 1d20+3 9 No means of suppressing the fire seem readily available to Tharn, though perhaps if he simply removed the burning cloth from the top of the cooking surface, it is likely the fire would not spread any further. Just then, however, Nebra enters the dining car, finally having found the person she was seeking. ++++ Working together, Reava and Leshanna manage to transport the three elves to the harried Rando, who stops long enough to briefly examine the bodies before shaking his head grimly and returning his attention to those who are still living. "Leshanna? Leshanna d'Phiarlan?" the elf who had first emerged from the private carriage inquires as she approaches them. "I thought I recognized you! I am Philastia d'Phiarlan, Jongleur Extraordinaire and accompanist to the performers of the Carnival of Shadow. My companions and I would like to extend to you an invitation to join us within our private carriage. We are not expected in Sharn for several hours, so presumably it will be some time before either our cousins in Sharn, or our clients, inquire after our welfare." Philastia is pointedly leaving Reava out of the invitation. ++++ As the dwarf waits impatiently for Celio to leave, something curious catches the half-elf's attention. He had initially assumed that the crates had burst open from the impact of the crash, but upon further inspection it is clear that they were all neatly pried open -- their sides are all intact; only the lids that have been removed and placed alongside the containers. And then the gnome (What was that pretentious-sounding string of nonsense she had called herself? Cassowary Respirant Dysentery Treacle? Something like that.) squeezes her way into the cargo carriage alongside him. It wouldn't do to show her his Family's secret, but the dwarf was having none of it anyway. "No, no, no!" the dwarf waves his arms as he approaches Elizara. "Like I told the tall, gangly one: this area is absolutely off limits to passengers! I must insist that you return to your appropriate carriage, for your safety and out of respect for the integrity of the legal agreements implicitly entered into by each of you with House Orien when you boarded the Orien Express." TychoBrahesNose fucked around with this message at 06:59 on Sep 7, 2015 |
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Sep 7, 2015 06:51
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Elizara d'Sivis HP: 8 AC:15 "'Implicitly'?" Elizara knows a weasel word when she hears one. "So you don't actually have anything in writing? My barrister will have a field day with that. Have you ever been on the sharp end of Gnome Law?" Ignoring the dwarf, she begins stooping and examining the crates. "I'll have you know that I have important and expensive cargo; a commission-piece for the new chandelier for Councilwoman ir'Marasha's restaurant. It's worth half again as much as your entire train, and I need to make sure that it's secure, since this cargo bay is obviously comprised." And so saying, she compromises it further, by literally climbing into one of the opened containers. "If anything's happened to my cargo, I'll sue!" she threatens. Celio seems interested in this crate. Maybe there's some good stuff in it? Deception: 1d20+5 25 ----------------------------------- Passive: Perception 11 / Investigation 14 / Insight 13 Spells:1st 0/2 Items: Bolts (20) Limited: HD (1x1d8) AP 5/5 ----------------------------------- Old Kentucky Shark fucked around with this message at 16:04 on Sep 7, 2015 |
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Sep 7, 2015 15:10
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Tharn d'Cannith > 9 / 9 HP > 11 AC "Neba! You're feeling better! It's good to see you up and about. If you'll excuse me, we seem to have a little bit of a fire here. If we take the cloth off the flame, though, that should take care of the problem. But you might want to get some water ready, just in case." He looks at the burning cloth. "I hope this works", he mutters, and then pulls the cloth off the fire, and puts it on a non-flammable surface. There is a non flammable surface around, isn't there?
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Sep 7, 2015 15:22
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Celio d'Lyrandar HP: 10/10 AC: 15 Initiative: 22 TychoBrahesNose posted:As the dwarf waits impatiently for Celio to leave, something curious catches the half-elf's attention. He had initially assumed that the crates had burst open from the impact of the crash, but upon further inspection it is clear that they were all neatly pried open -- their sides are all intact; only the lids that have been removed and placed alongside the containers. At the dwarf's impertinent tone, Celio pulled himself up to his fullest height and glared down his nose at the dwarf from that lofty perch. "Excuse me? It is extremely evident to me that the cargo is not secure-- which, as I recall, was also a part of the agreement I entered into. Not only is the integrity of the compartment itself in question, but each and every one of the containers is open for inspection. I was under the impression that security and the privacy of one's personal goods was a part of the Orien guarantee; certainly that is the rule upon a Lyrandar airship. I see that is not the case, however, and as such I simply refuse to permit my belongings to remain here without my supervision. You may continue your business but I am not leaving." He flaps a hand at Cassowary Treacle, who is now apparently taking up residence in one of the cargo crates? Gnomes. "This, er... lady may be strange but she clearly has the right idea." Now, he thinks to himself, if this situation is going to escalate I'm going to need to signal Bastion. Puckering his lips, he emits a piercing whistle, one hopefully loud enough to penetrate the clamor of noise up near the engine compartment. If not, it could be me and the box-dwelling gnome woman versus the guard. Something definitely smells off here. And which of these boxes was mine, anyway?
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Sep 7, 2015 17:24
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Bastion Nine > 6 / 8 HP > 14 ACGibkub posted:"Fear not, half-man!" the goblin says cheerily. "I am As the goblin scampered away with its tail between his legs, he turns his gaze to Colum, and comments, "MacCullach, was it? Looks like you made short work of rescuing those folks trapped in the other cars. If you're looking for something else to do, it might be wise to prevent that ...creature... from interfering with the binding ring again. He's liable to get us all killed with his unique blend of overconfidence and need to impress everyone around him." The half-elf sighs and shakes his head, looking back to the binding ring, as well as the unconscious and severely battered creature that had apparently slammed into the train. "The binding ring doesn't seem like it's going to do anything untoward at the moment, but it definitely isn't what I would call stable, and if people continue playing with it that situation could change quickly. If a competent engineer survived the wreck it might be worth our while to have them take a look at it, but unless they're bearing Orien or Cannith regalia I don't think they should be given the benefit of the doubt." Eyeing the fallen creature once more, he adds, "As for that, as you might be able to tell, it's still alive. I don't think it'll be getting up and walking around any time soon, but there's no guarantee of that. Problematically, if I slit its throat, there's a pretty good chance I'll be tried and convicted for violating the ban on hunting in the King's Forest, or some other petty law. We need someone who can act on the behalf of House Orien, Vadalis, or Tharashk to kill it. It's kind of a long and involved explanation but basically there are legal precedents that will protect people from those houses from the petty bullshit of the courts." He had of course debated impaling the creature with some of the jagged wreckage of the train, as it would be simple enough to make it look like the wound had occurred naturally at the time of collision. With more and more survivors crawling out of the wreckage, the nearby goblin, and the human having made his way to the front of the train as well, there was no way to guarantee his action wouldn't be noticed. He had a vested interest in keeping the survivors alive, of course, but that interest didn't overshadow his interest in keeping himself alive. If it came down to it, if this creature woke up, he and Celio could escape the area. It would be a bloodbath for all of the injured civilians, but would serve House Lyrandar's interests just as well as Celio being the hero who provided them medical care in their time of need. Regardless of the outcome, House Orien would be portrayed catastrophically poorly in the news, which made it a win for his current employer. As a result, he didn't much care which way the dice landed. With an inquisitive look to MacCullach up, he inquires, "If it's up your alley, it might be worthwhile to canvass the survivors to see what we've got to work with. We need a competent artificer or engineer of some sort to have any hope of permanently stabilizing the binding ring, preferably from House Orien or Cannith. We also need someone willing to put this creature down from House Orien, Vadalis, or Tharashk. I'd ask around myself, but I'd prefer to continue taking a look around the area to see what other dangers might be about to present themselves. Interested in helping out?" Celio d'Lyrandar posted:Puckering his lips, he emits a piercing whistle, one hopefully loud enough to penetrate the clamor of noise up near the engine compartment. pre:Continuing my circuit around the train and then the perimeter. Passive: Perception (20) / Investigation (20) / Darkvision (60') Effects: Item: Arrow (20) / Oil (2) Limited: HD (1/1d8) / Action Points (2/5) Journal __________________________________________________________________________________________ Waador fucked around with this message at 14:23 on Sep 8, 2015 |
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Waador posted:
Yeah, I don't think this is going to work. Not only is Celio inside and Bastion outside, I mentioned at one point that the train is like 100 yards long, at least, so a whistle isn't going to cut it. Especially when there are 100 or so other people milling around (to say nothing of screaming in agony) inbetween Celio and Bastion. Here, maybe this will help:  Apart from the appropriately-labeled Lightning Rail Carriages (for a sense of scale, each is about 50' long), indicated on the map are: the "Tarrasque" (T), Bastion Nine (B9), Colum MacCullach (CM), Cain Arkos (CA) and his Wagon (W), Jolan Milana (JM), Leshanna d'Phiarlan (LP), Reava d'Medani (RM), Phliastia d'Phiarlan (PP), Nebra d'Cannith (NC), Tharn d'Cannith (TC), Cups (C), Celio d'Lyrandar (CL), Elizara d'Sivis (ES), Thurik Davandi (TD), and the thus-far-unnamed dwarf (Dw). Lightning and fire are indicated by the appropriate symbols, while the Conductor Stones are indicated by blue circles.
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Colum MacCullach > 13 / 15 HP > 15 AC "Aye, we could kill the beastie, but we ought'a see if we can learn anything from it first. Plenty you can learn from a dead animal but plenty more you can learn from a live one" pre:Nature check (to know about the creature) - 19 MacCullach edged close and studied the creature. What would make a beast like this attack a train? "Calm now beastie, what was it ye were hoping to happen?" pre:Handle Animal - 3 __________________________________________________________________________________________ Passive: Perception (15) / Insight (10) Effects: Item: "Fancy" Clothes, Flask, Explorer's Pack (still in 1st class train car), Crowbar Limited: Rage: 2/2 / HD (1/1d12) / Action Points (5/5) __________________________________________________________________________________________
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Sep 8, 2015 17:39
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HP: 9/9 AC: 15 Cain Arkos quote:The five of them proceed outside to discover that Cain has started a cooking fire and is scrounging through his supplies to prepare a meal. "Just relax. I'm afraid all I have is the makings of a mediocre stew, but if either of you have any culinary expertise, please, take over. If not, well, anything's fine so long as it's got enough meat and fat in it, right? Cain Arkos, by the by. Courier, just had the fortune to see the whole mess. Glad you folks are all in one piece." He conjured up a Minor Illusion of a playful if exaggerated kitty cat near the youngest of the children, made it dance around, jump back and away from any contact. Hah. Little kids were dumb and easy to entertain. Maybe he should get one? No, wait, a pet would be better. "Why the family trip?" Animal Handling: 1d20+3: 14 __________________________________________________________________________________________ Passive: Perception (11) / Insight (13) / Investigation (10) Effects: Item: Carriage Limited: Spell Slots: 2 LVL 1 / HD (1/1d8) / Action Points (5/5) __________________________________________________________________________________________
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Sep 8, 2015 17:45
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TychoBrahesNose posted:The half-elf rolls his eyes and sighs. He had intended to wait for MacCullach to respond and then continue his survey of the area, but apparently Celio couldn't go five minutes without issuing a call for help. He comments to the man, "If you'll excuse me, I need to continue my assessment of the remainder of the train." With that said he slips away, temporarily putting his scouting of the general area on hold on the off-chance that Celio's use of their warning signal actually indicated he had run into trouble. Yeah, I don't think this is going to work. Not only is Celio inside and Bastion outside, I mentioned at one point that the train is like 100 yards long, at least, so a whistle isn't going to cut it. Especially when there are 100 or so other people milling around (to say nothing of screaming in agony) inbetween Celio and Bastion. [/quote] [i]That's fine! I will continue trying to stare down the "guard" and the box-gnome as well.
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The dwarf seems to be suitably cowed by Celio’s righteous outrage — or perhaps Elizara’s threat of a lawsuit. “Just…just let me obtain the appropriate forms for you. I won’t be a moment…” he demurs. Retreating to the rear of the compartment, he bends down out of sight behind one of the crates. Inside Elizara’s crate are several bolts of shimmering, silken material — glamerweave fabric, not yet fashioned into garments. ++++ “We closed the bakery for a time, to take a vacation,” Jolan replies as they set about preparing the food alongside Cain. Meanwhile, the children giggle and clap excitedly as they watch the illusory kitten romp nearby. ++++ Tharn reaches for a corner of the fabric that is not yet engulfed in flames, and attempts to pull it onto one of the marble countertops without burning himself. As he does so, he exposes the red-hot cooking surface and the small gouts of flame shooting out from the vents beneath it. “The Elemental fire-being has become agitated,” Cups says matter-of-factly to Tharn and Nebra. “Unless one of you can pacify it or strengthen its Binding, we will need to track down that feckless goblin.” Tharn needs to roll a Sleight of Hand (Dexterity) check. He will sustain 2 damage for every 5 by which he misses the DC of 15 (i.e., 10-14 = 2 damage, 5-9 = 4 damage, 1-4 = 6 damage). ++++ As Colum approaches the creature, its eyes follow him and it lets out another shuddering breath, but it does not move. He has not seen such a beast with his own eyes before, but it fits descriptions he has heard of “land sharks”, vicious, heavily-armored, and ravenously hungry monstrosities that burrow through the earth in search of prey to consume, where their “prey” is generally understood to be “just about anything that moves”. Its presence here, in the middle of Breland, is more or less unheard of, and its size is nearly as surprising. By all reports, such beasts do not normally grow that much bigger than the largest mage-bred draft horse, though this one is easily twice as long, (and twice as wide, and twice as tall) as that. While it is not The Tarrasque, Colum can perhaps understand why Gibkub might have been confused as to its identity. Colum needs to make a Perception check as he examines the creature. Reava is welcome to examine the dead Phiarlans (make whatever skill checks you think are appropriate), though she may have some explaining to do if Rando or any of the Poors gathered nearby get it into their heads that she is up to no good.
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Colum MacCullach > 13 / 15 HP > 15 AC Colum squats down and peers at the monster a little more closely. pre:Perception Check: 21 Colum stands looks around for Bastion. "Oi, if'n ye still want to nip this here problem in the bud, I'll take responsibility on behalf o' house Vidalis" __________________________________________________________________________________________ Passive: Perception (15) / Insight (10) Effects: Item: "Fancy" Clothes, Flask, Explorer's Pack (still in 1st class train car), Crowbar Limited: Rage: 2/2 / HD (1/1d12) / Action Points (5/5) __________________________________________________________________________________________
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Elizara d'Sivis HP: 8 AC:15 Elizara rises up out of the crate draped in glamourweave. It isn't that she's stealing it, it's just that it looks absolutely fabulous and feels better on her skin than anything she's ever owned. "I have got to get a gown made from this," she announces. She hops out of the crate, draping the fabric around her like a gown. "This is just Councilor Davandi's stash," she complains. "Why did someone open it up? I figured there'd be juicy documents, or something." She glances around. "Hey, what's that dwarf doing over there?" ----------------------------------- Passive: Perception 11 / Investigation 14 / Insight 13 Spells:1st 0/2 Items: Bolts (20) Limited: HD (1x1d8) AP 5/5 -----------------------------------
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Kalud d'Torrn HP: 5/10 AC: 12 Kalud takes a moment to regard the goblin and his avarice. The half-orc, still weary from his combat with the human, has little energy left in him to push the matter. Nevermind that the goblin is likely to die out here in the woods without support -- even an idyllic area like this one contains many dangers, though the recent animal attack seems to have done little to push that point home for Scrunt. The half-orc leans into his staff and takes a few probing steps forward before regaining confidence in his own ability to walk again. There is little left for him here now but a long journey onward to the nearest settlement, but he might as well investigate the crashing noise off to the west. Goblin helper or no. ----------------- Sorry for lack of activity, I was on a business trip up until yesterday evening and had no real free time to dedicate to elfgames
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Bastion Nine > 6 / 8 HP > 14 ACColum MacCullach posted:"Somethin' fishy here" the old man mutters to himself. "I dinnae think ye can be rehabilitated beastie. I'm loathe to waste such a fine specimen, but I think we're gonna have to put you outta yer misery. Can't have ye chompin on the passengers if'n ye start to feel better." Colum stands looks around for Bastion. "Oi, if'n ye still want to nip this here problem in the bud, I'll take responsibility on behalf o' house Vidalis" As far as he could tell, he was making decent progress in his three-stage approach of threat assessment, identifying options, and pairing those threats with appropriate solutions. There seemed to be a few bodies in the dining car, now: hopefully taking care of the fire before it got out of hand. The survivors were still gathered around the Jorasco halfling, and seemed to be receiving at least some basic medical attention, which meant they weren't presently at risk of rioting. They would need to be reminded in the near future that Celio - and by extension, House Lyrandar - was covering the cost of their treatment, but that was hardly a priority. MacCullach was taking a closer look at the shattered body of the creature that had impacted the train, and seemed like he was coming around to the need to put it down: another risk soon to be crossed off the list. It was anyone's guess as to whether the survivors had the necessary competence to contain the binding ring before it went off the rails, but he would get to that if MacCullach didn't in due course. Celio had vanished from sight, but he took that to mean the man was checking on his cargo. It remained beyond him as to why he didn't just keep it on his person, but talking sense into the man had proven to be a fool's game. He would check up on Celio's progress eventually, but at the moment he didn't really expect a fight to break out among any of the survivors, and even if it did, Celio could handle himself in a fight well enough. For the moment, his focus remained on continuing to circle around the train, keeping an eye out for hidden dangers or other mysteries that might warrant further investigation. There would eventually be a need to gather the survivors and spectators around and piece together the complete story based on their collective observations so that he could make a judgment call as to what had actually happened here, and why, but that time hadn't yet come. pre:Area-specific objectives... ☑: Fire in the dining car has been called to attention. ☐ Pending a successful effort to extinguish the flames. ☑: Survivors benefiting from rescue efforts and medical treatment. ☐ Ensure the survivors are aware that House Lyrandar is responsible for their treatment. ☑: 'Tarrasque' health status confirmed. ☐ Pending a mercy killing by House Orien, Vadalis, or Tharashk. ☑: Elemental binding ring status assessment. ☐ Pending repair attempt by House Orien or Cannith. ☑: Celio is in the process of securing his cargo. ☐: Pending a check-up within half an hour to ensure he hasn't done something foolish. ☑: Councilor Thurik is in the process of securing his cargo. ☐: Complete a circuit around the train to assess any nearby risks. ☐: Assess the nearby forest to determine any other apparent risks. ☐: Gather the survivors and other spectators to assemble a comprehensive narrative of what occurred. ☐: Make a judgment call as to whether this appears to be an accident, sabotage, or something else. Passive: Perception (20) / Investigation (20) / Darkvision (60') Effects: Item: Arrow (20) / Oil (2) Limited: HD (1/1d8) / Action Points (2/5) Journal __________________________________________________________________________________________ Waador fucked around with this message at 19:42 on Sep 10, 2015 |
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Celio d'Lyrandar HP: 10/10 AC: 15 Initiative: 22 Old Kentucky Shark posted:She glances around. "Hey, what's that dwarf doing over there?" "I'm not sure," replied Celio, "but what kind of forms do you keep in the cargo compartment, behind a container?" He strode over towards the dwarf. "Hey, you! Which one of these containers is mine? It should be obvious; it's the only one with the Lyrandar seal marked all over it."
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