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Jindl 04-01-05, 08:54 PM	Encounter at the Watchtower Mine This is the Quest for Rook Devange and for Fyhir. Only Huan, Spasheridan or Jindl may post here. If there is a question or concern, please reach me via PM or announce it in the Tavern. Thank you. Also note that all rolls can be found at the Vacuum Elemental Die Roller (link in my sig), under the name "Quest: WatchtowerMine". After the online roller went down, I had to complete the quest using my own dice. Quest Goal: Headband of Intellect +2 (4000 gp), Mithril Ore (4500 gp) Questlog: Week 1: Escaped the predation of the phase spider. Items Found: None. Items Used: powerstone: energy ray (ML5) Week 2: Defeated the githyanki gang. Items Found: headband of intellect +2, scroll: see invisibility (CL3), 3 breastplates, studded leather, towershield, 11x daggers, spiked chain, battleaxe, halberd, spell component pouch Items Used: powerstone: vigor (ML4), powerstone: synesthate (ML1), scroll: invisibility (CL3), scroll: magic missile (CL3), 2x arrows, potion: cure moderate wounds (CL3), potion: cure light wounds (CL1), 2x powerstone: vigor (ML4), powerstone: animal affinity (ML3), powerstone: body adjustment (ML5), potion: cure light wounds (CL1) Week 3: Sent the githyanki leader running back to the Astral Plane. Items Found: None. Items Used: powerstone: vigor (ML4), powerstone: energy ray (ML5), powerstone: swarm of crystals (ML5), potion: cure moderate wounds (CL3), powerstone: vigor (ML4), powerstone: offensive precognition (ML4), powerstone: defensive precognition (ML4) *Rook is represented by the color Sienna, and Fyhir is represented by the color Red. Quest's End In addition to the items found that are listed above (which can be kept or sold for 1/2 value), Rook and Fyhir recieve 4500 gp worth of Mithril Ore as a reward from the miners. For completion of the quest, Rook receives 5333 xp and Fyhir receives 5865 xp. And because the quest ran long, both pc's are granted a free week to use for crafting/etc, prior to being reintroduced to pairings for the Week of 25 May 05.
Jindl 04-01-05, 08:55 PM	Rook “Chaotic Phoenix” Devange Neutral Good Male Psion(Shaper) 2/Wizard(Diviner) 3 Medium Humanoid (Gray Elf) 5'5" tall, 130 lbs, Silver hair, Blue eyes Languages: Common, Elven, Draconic, Celestial, Abyssal, Infernal, Sylvan Experience: 13,584 http://wizards.com/dnd/images/mm2_gallery/88268_620_100.jpg Abilities: STR: 06 -2 (1 pt - 2 race – 1 age) DEX: 16 +3 (8 pts + 2 race -1 age) CON: 12 +1 (8 pts - 2 race – 1 age) INT: 22 +6 (16 pts + 2 race +1 age + 1 lvl) WIS: 12 +1 (3 pts + 1 age) CHA: 09 -1 (0 pts + 1 age) Hit Points: 25 (4 + 4x2.5 + 5x1 Con + 6 feat) AC: 13 (+3 Dex), Touch 13, FF 10 [+4 Shield, +4 Inertial Armor, +2 Protection from [Alignment]] Init: +3 (+3 Dex) BAB: +2; Grapple: 0 (+2 bab -2 str) Speed: 30 (no armor) Capacity: 20/40/60 Weight Carried: 16.1 lbs Saves: Fort: +4 (+1 base +1 Con + 2 Familiar) Ref: +4 (+1 base +3 Dex) Will: +7 (+6 base +1 Wis) [+2 vs Enchantments] [Immune to Sleep] Combat: +5 Ranged [ranged] Touch, (20/x2) +5 Ranged, Longbow, 1d8 (20/x3), 100' range +0 Melee, [melee] Touch, (20/x2) +0 Melee, Longsword, 1d8-1 (19-20/x2) Skills: (36 Psion + 22 Wizard) • +10 Concentration (5 ranks Psion + 3 ranks Wizard, +1 Con) • +12 Knowledge (Psionics) (4 ranks Psion + 2 ranks Wizard, +6 Int) • +12 Knowledge (Arcana) (4 ranks Psion + 2 ranks Wizard, +6 Int) • +11 Spellcraft (5 ranks Wizard, +6 Int) [+2 vs Divination] • +07 Decipher Script (1 rank Wizard + 6 Int) • +11 Psicraft (4 ranks Psion + 2/2 ranks Wizard, +6 Int) [+2 with Powerstones] • +07 Use Psionic Device (8 ranks Psion – 1 Cha) [+2 with Powerstones] • +05 Hide (+4/2 ranks Psion + 3 Dex) • +04 Ride (2/2 ranks Psion + 3 Dex) • +05 Move Silently (4/2 ranks Psion + 3 Dex) • +07 Listen (8/2 ranks Wizard/Psion +1 Wis + 2 race) • +08 Search (+7 Int + 2 race) • +03 Spot (+1 Wis + 2 race) Feats: Psion 1 - Psionic Body Lvl 1 – Psionic Endowment Wizard 1 – Scribe Scroll Lvl 3 – Greater Psionic Endowment Elven Traits: • Medium: As Medium creatures, elves have no special bonuses or penalties due to their size. • Elf base land speed is 30 feet. • Immunity to magic sleep effects, and a +2 racial saving throw bonus against enchantment spells or effects. • Low-Light Vision: An elf can see twice as far as a human in starlight, moonlight, torchlight, and similar conditions of poor illumination. She retains the ability to distinguish color and detail under these conditions. • Weapon Proficiency: Elves receive the Martial Weapon Proficiency feats for the longsword, rapier, longbow (including composite longbow), and shortbow (including composite shortbow) as bonus feats. • +2 racial bonus on Listen, Search, and Spot checks. An elf who merely passes within 5 feet of a secret or concealed door is entitled to a Search check to notice it as if she were actively looking for it. Class Traits: -Familiar (Rat, not used in battle) -Discipline (Metacreativity) Powers: <PP per day: 12 (6 class + 6 bonus); DC: 16 + power lvl [+2 feat]> (12/3+ = 4 pp) Powers Known: 1: Mind Thrust, Vigor, Inertial Armor, Defensive Precognition, Offensive Precognition Spells per Day: <5/5/4> (13/3+ = 5 spell lvls; DC: 16 + spell lvl) 0: 2x Daze, Touch of Fatigue, Resistance, Detect Magic 1: Color Spray, Ray of Enfeeblement, True Strike, Magic Missilex2 2: Hideous Laughter, See Invisibilty, Mirror Image, Invisibility Spellbook: (42/100 pages used) 0: Resistance, Detect Poison, Detect Magic, Read Magic, Daze, Dancing Lights, Flare, Light, Ray of Frost, Ghost Sound, Disrupt Undead, Touch of Fatigue, Mage Hand, Mending, Message, Open/Close, Arcane Mark, Prestidigitation 1: Shield, Magic Missile, Color Spray, Silent Image, Ray of Enfeeblement, Feather Fall, True Strike, Protection from Law/Chaos/Good/Evil 2: Hideous Laughter, See Invisibility, Mirror Image, Invisibility, Protection from Arrows, Alter Self Prebuffs: -Psionically focused Equipment: • Longbow, 3 lb <75 gp> • Longsword, 4lb <15 gp> • 3x quivers (42 arrows), 2.1 lb<3 gp> • Explorer's outfit <free> • Spellbook, 3 lb • Pearl of Power (lvl 1) <1,000 gp> • Potions (0.1 lb each): 3xCure Light Wounds <150 gp>, Hide from Animals <50 gp>, 3xCure Moderate Wounds <900gp> •Scrolls (already deciphered, 0.1 lb each): Protection from Arrows (6 xp, 75 gp), See Invisibility (6 xp, 75 gp), 2xColor Spray (2 xp, 25 gp), 2xProtection from Chaos (4 xp, 50 gp), Protection from Law (2 xp, 25 gp), 3xShield (6xp, 75 gp), Protection from Good (2xp,25gp), 2xProtection from Evil (4xp, 50 gp), 4xMagic Missile(ML3) (12xp, 150 gp), Dispel Magic (375 gp), Resist Energy (150 gp), Fly (375 gp),2xInvisibility (12 xp, 150 gp), 2xAlter Self (12 xp, 150 gp) • Powerstones (already addressed; 0.1 lb each): 2xInertial Armor(ML 1) (50 gp), 2xEnergy Ray ML5 (250 gp), 2xSynesthete(ML 1) (50 gp), Chameleon (25 gp), Swarm of Crystals ML5 (250 gp), 2xVigor ML4 (200 gp), Entangling Ectoplasm (25 gp), Skate (25 gp) • backpack, 2 lb <2 gp> Equipment Used: -Scribed Spells: Scroll of Protection from Good (125 gp), Hideous Laughter (300 gp), Invisibility (300 gp), Protection from Arrows (300 gp), Alter Self (300 gp) -Familiar, 100 gp -Arrows x 25 <2 gp> -Scroll: 6xShield (12 xp, 150 gp), Color Spray (2 xp, 25 gp), 2xProtection from Evil (4 xp, 50 gp),2xProtection from Good (4 xp, 50 gp), 3x Protection from Arrows (450 gp), 3x Invisibility (12 xp, 300 gp), 3xMagic Missile (6 xp, 75 gp) -Potion: 3x CLW (150 gp), 3x Hide from Animals (150 gp) -Powerstone: 7x Energy Ray ML5 (875 gp), 4x ML4 Vigor (800 gp), Inertial Armor (25 gp), Skate (25gp) Total Gold Earned: 13,933 gp Total Gold Spent: 9262 gp Gold Remaining: 4671 gp Allies: Luken the Renegade Fight Record: ECL 3: WIN ... Emad "The Relic" Chagar (http://boards1.wizards.com/showpost.php?p=5231689), MysticMonk2005 (Naerdaloth) [+900xp/+900gp] ECL 3: LOSS ... Indri'ynar Per-El'ereth (http://boards1.wizards.com/showpost.php?p=5300370), Caterane (Cellardweller)[+300xp/+300gp] ECL 3: WIN ... Narikia (http://boards1.wizards.com/showpost.php?p=5331280), Naerdaloth (Pittbull) [+900xp/+900gp] ECL 3: WIN ... Solmund (http://boards1.wizards.com/showpost.php?p=5391667), Solmund (Kaigan) [+900xp/+900gp] ECL 4: LOSS ... Evram (http://boards1.wizards.com/showpost.php?p=5435011) , SnarkHunter (Sindorin) [+400xp/+400gp] ECL 4: WIN ... Inihe Rotblume (http://boards1.wizards.com/showpost.php?p=5493763), Beldin (Kaigan) [+1200xp/+1200gp] ECL 4: WIN ... Zaqh'sol the Scourge (http://boards1.wizards.com/showpost.php?p=5556130), TaggIIV (MysticMonk2005) [+1200xp/+1200gp] ECL 4: WIN ... Risal Atess (http://boards1.wizards.com/showpost.php?p=5599905), Kaigan (Sindorin) [+1200xp/+1200gp] ECL 5: WIN ... Zactor and Cedric (http://boards1.wizards.com/showpost.php?p=5642226), T'var and Snommelp (Jindl) [+1500xp/+1800gp] ECL 5: LOSS ... Eniolissaryn the Elder (http://boards1.wizards.com/showpost.php?p=5729021), Jindl (Pittbull) [+500xp/+533gp] ECL 5: WIN ... Azriel (http://boards1.wizards.com/showpost.php?p=5773696), One_Winged_Angel (Pittbull) [+1500xp/+1600gp] Background: Levelheaded, enduring, and calculating best describe Rook. He a fairly serious, and solemn, but strong-willed character. He freely gives advice, encourages teamwork, and likes to be fair about all matters. Though not outwardly expressing it, he champions the ethics of loyalty, trust, and goodly progression. He despises evil and undead, but is not wholly deovted to the cause of smiting evil. He is adamant about improving oneself in efforts to use that power for the good of others. As good as it is bad, Rook is also somewhat stubborn at times, and is secretly eager to prove himself worthy around others. Rook grew as childhood friend to Luken the Renegade. Since their youth, the two had grown to be best friends, even developing their psionic powers together. Rook never grew so attached to Luken's brother, Nell, who was always detached from his brother as well. Throughout adolescence, Rook was always eager to take on the harder challenges, becoming stronger, in hopes of fufilling his goal of gaining an authoritive position through which he could spread the cause of good. Once Nell joined the forces of dark, and grew radically powerful, Luken, with a hard choice, made the decision to take him down in order to prevent him form causing major harm to others. Rook was asked to aid in the fight, for at the time he was stronger than Luken, but as the battle between the three progressed, both Luken and Rook felt their energy being sapped away permanently. In the end, Luken sacrificed himself to an enervating attack that left him near dead, and Rook mamanged to curse Nell with petrification until the two of them were strong enough to re-unite and fell Nell once and for all. They had avidly avoided any measures to kill Nell, hence the petrification, in hopes that Nell might change and use his strength for good instead. However, after the fight, Rook found himself horribly weakened, and since that day has adventured, either alone, as a hired help, or for just cause, in hopes of regaining his former strength. More importantly, he constants moves in search of his separated friend, or worse, enemy, desperately wishing to know their whereabouts and status... Rook is nickanmed the "Chaotic Phoenix" for his wilder days of youth when his steadfast determination and endurance was akin to the perpetuality of the legendary phoenix. Rook himself idolized the bird of fire, even tatooing its likeness on his back, across the shoulders. Even now, infrequently, his normally nonchalant demeanor breaks apart in face of intense adversity, and he wildly lashes back with righteous ferocity. When he finds time to relax, Rook enjoys intellectual games that challenge the mind, and listening to amusing or exciting tales. He also enjoys reading whatever texts he can find, being a small patron of history and lore. He favors subtlety and finesse over brute strength, but he enjoys combining the two even more. Rook is well-mannered and occasionally extends a chivalrous hand. Additionally, he tends to use large words when talking to people, but out of habit. He tends to distrust strangers at first, but extended company usually earns his loyalty. Usually, people are not attracted to his presence, given his, while not ugly, bland features and unimpressive presence. Only once people realize to look beyond his lack of outward influence do they find a strong and loyal ally. More recently, Rook is interested in the trade and acquisition of information. He recognized that knowledge is power, and wishes to keep a personal hand in that power himself. Improving the power and clarity of the mind through divination and psionic exercise, Rook hopes to meet his own personal standards. Currently: Rook discovers the state of Luken and Nell. (http://boards1.wizards.com/showpost.php?p=5357146)
Jindl 04-01-05, 08:56 PM	Fyhir Out of retirement, the innkeeper business was never quite his speed. Male Hill Dwarf Hair: Red Eyes: Brown Weight: 135 Height: 4’2” Age: 93 Gender: Male Neutral Good Psychic Warrior 4, ECL 4 XP: 7200 Next Level: 10000 Attributes STR...17 [+3]...(10 pts) [+1 Level] DEX...14 [+2]...(6 pts) CON...16 [+3]...(6 pts) [+2 racial] INT....12 [+1]...(4 pts) WIS...16 [+3]...(10 pts) CHA...6 [-2]...(0 pts) [-2racial] Hit Points: 41.5 [8 + 3*4.5 + 4*3con + 4*2 PsiBody] AC 19 [+1dex, +0size, +8armor, +0shield], Touch 11, Flat 18 [+4 dodge vs Giants] Initiative +2 [2dex] BAB/Grap +3/+6 [+3bab, +3str] Speed 20 Saves: Fort +7 [4PsyWar + 3con] Refl +3 [1PsyWar + 2dex] Will +4 [1PsyWar + 3wis] +2 racial bonus vs poison, spells and spell-like effects. Attacks: MW Deep Crystal Greataxe +7 melee, d12 +4 [20/x3][2PP to charge for +2d6 damage] MW Lance +7 melee, 1d8+4 [20/x3] [Double damage on a charge] MW Combosite Longbow +6 ranged, 1d8 +3 [20/x3] [110' range] Dagger +6 Melee, d4 +1 [19-20/x2] Dagger +5 Ranged, d4 +1 [19-20/x2] [10' range] +1 racial vs. orcs and goblinoids Feats: Psionic Body [1st lvl] PSI. +2 HP/Psi feat Psionic Weapon [Psywar 1] PSI. Expend Focus, +2d6 damage with wpn Psicrystal Affinity[Psywar 2] PSI. Gain a Psicrystal Psicrystal Containment [3rd lvl] PSI. Psionicly focus psicrystal and spend it's focus instead of my own Alertness [Psicrystal] +2 Listen & Spot while crystal withing 5 feet Skills (7*(2 PsyWar + 1 Int) = 21 Skill Points ): +4(+6) Ride [2 rnks, +2(Dex)] [+2 MW Bit, +2 saddle] [2PsyWar] +8(+10) Armorsmithing [5 rnks, +1(Int)][+2 racial metal/stone, +2 for MW kit] [5PsyWar] +8(+10) Weaponsmith [5 rnks, +1(Int)][+2 racial metal/stone, +2 for MW kit] [5PsyWar] +12 Concentration [6 rnks, +3(Con), +3(psicrystal)] [6PsyWar] +6 Autohypnosis [1 rnks, +3(Wis), +2(Concentration)] [1PsyWar] +4(+6) Listen [1 rnks, +3(Wis), +2 (alertness)][2PsyWar(cc)] +3(+5) Spot [0 rnks, +3(Wis), +2 (alertness)] Speaks Common, Dwarven, and Orc Dwarven Racial Traits: +2 Constitution, –2 Charisma. Medium size. A dwarf ’s base land speed is 20 feet. However, dwarves can move at this speed even when wearing medium or heavy armor or when carrying a medium or heavy load. Darkvision out to to 60 feet. Stonecunning: This ability grants a dwarf a +2 racial bonus on Search checks to notice unusual stonework, such as sliding walls, stonework traps, new construction (even when built to match the old), unsafe stone surfaces, shaky stone ceilings, and the like. Something that isn’t stone but that is disguised as stone also counts as unusual stonework. A dwarf who merely comes within 10 feet of unusual stonework can make a Search check as if he were actively searching, and a dwarf can use the Search skill to find stonework traps as a rogue can. A dwarf can also intuit depth, sensing his approximate depth underground as naturally as a human can sense which way is up. Dwarves have a sixth sense about stonework, an innate ability that they get plenty of opportunity to practice and hone in their underground homes. Weapon Familiarity: Dwarves treat dwarven waraxes and dwarven urgroshes as martial weapons, rather than exotic weapons. Stability: Dwarves are exceptionally stable on their feet. A dwarf has a +4 bonus on ability checks made to resist being bull rushed or tripped when standing on the ground (but not when climbing, flying, riding, or otherwise not standing firmly on the ground). +2 racial bonus on saving throws against poison. +2 racial bonus on saving throws against spells and spell-like effects. +1 racial bonus on attack rolls against orcs (including halforcs) and goblinoids (including goblins, hobgoblins, and bugbears). +4 dodge bonus to Armor Class against creatures of the giant type (such as ogres, trolls, and hill giants). +2 racial bonus on Appraise checks that are related to stone or metal items. +2 racial bonus on Craft checks that are related to stone or metal. Automatic Languages: Common, Dwarven. Bonus Languages: Giant, Gnome, Goblin, Orc, Terran, Undercommon. Favored Class: Fighter. Powers Known: [3] [Power Points: 11; Use: 4] 1: [DC 14] ForceScreen, Biofeedback, Precognition - Offensive 2: [DC 15] Animal Affinity Buffs and Prefight actions: -Psionic Focus Equipment: Exciting Spring Dwarf Fashions (clothes) MW Full Plate [50 lbs][825 gp, crafted] MW Deep Crystal Greataxe [12 lbs][660 gp, crafted] MW Lance [10 lbs, on horse][155 gp, crafted] MW Comp Longbow Mighty +3 [3 lbs][700 gp] Quiver with 40 arrows [6 lbs][2 gp] Dagger [1 lbs][.5 gp, crafted] Caltrops (5 bags) [10 lbs][5 gp] [B]Expendable Items: 2x Potion of Cure Light Wounds[CL1] [1 lbs][100 gp] Potion of Protection from Evil [CL1] [1 lbs][50 gp] Potion of Protection from Good [CL1] [1 lbs][50 gp] Potion of Protection from Law [CL1] [1 lbs][50 gp] Potion of Protection from Chaos[CL1] [1 lbs][50 gp] Potion of Hide from Animals [CL1] [1 lbs][50 gp] 2x Potion of Shield of Faith[CL1] [1 lbs][100 gp] Potion of Shield of Invisibility[CL3] [1 lbs][300 gp] Stone of Animal Affinity [ML3] [-llbs][150 gp] 4x Stone of Vigor [ML4] [-llbs][400 gp] 2x Stone of Skate [ML1] [- lbs][50 gp] Stone of Precog Offense [ML4] [-llbs][100 gp] 2x Stone of Metaphysical Weapon [ML5] [-llbs][250 gp] 2x Stone of Body Adjustment [ML5] [-llbs][500 gp] Stone of Precog-Defensive [ML4] [-llbs][100 gp] Stone of Synthate [ML1] [- lbs][25 gp] Stone of Detect Hostile Intent [ML3] [-llbs][150 gp] Smokestick [.5 lbs][20 gp] Allies and Equipment: Horse the Heavy Warhorse (400 gp) Hit Dice: 4d8+12 (30 hp) Initiative: +1 Speed: 50' (50'base) Armor Class: 17(-1size, +1Dex, +4natural, +3 Armor), touch 10, ff 16 Base Attack/Grapple: +3/+11 Attack: Hoof +6 melee (1d6+4) Full Attack: 2 hooves +6 melee (1d6+4), bite +1 melee (1d4+2) Special Qualities: Low-light vision, scent Saves: Fort +7, Ref +5, Will +2 Abilities: Str 18, Dex 13, Con 17, Int 2, Wis 13, Cha 6 Skills: Listen +5, Spot +4 Tricks: Attack, Come, Defend, Down, Guard, and Heel Equipment:MW Bit and Bridle(52gp), Military Saddle(20gp), Studded Leather Barding (100 gp), and Tatoo of Force Screen [ML1] [-llbs][100 gp] Rock the Psi-Crystal [Single Minded, free] Hit Dice: 4HD (20 HP) Initiative: +2 Speed: 30 ft. (6 squares), climb 20 ft.* Armor Class: 17 (+4 size, +2 Dex*, +1 Natural), touch 16, flatfooted 15 Base Attack/Grapple: +3/-14 Space/Reach: 1 ft./0 ft. Special Qualities: Construct traits, hardness 8, psicrystal granted abilities (improved evasion, personality, self-propulsion, share powers, sighted, telepathic link, deliver touch powers) Saves: Fort:+6 Ref:+3 Wil:+4 Abilities: Str 1*, Dex 15*, Con -, Int 7, Wis 10, Cha 10 Skills: Climb +14*, Listen +6, Move Silently +6, Search +2, Spot +6 Feats: Alertness Equipment at home: Gold: 156.5 MW armorsmith kit (55gp) MW weaponsmith kit (55gp) Bit and Bridle(2gp) 20 Alchemical Silver Arrows (3 gp) 20 Cold Iron Arrows (2 gp) MW Alchemical Silver Waraxe +7, d10+2 or d10+3 2-handed, 20/x3 [8 lbs][210 gp, crafted] Miscellaneous Statistics: Encumberance: 0-86 (light), 77-173 (medium), 154-260 (heavy) Encumberance (mount): 0-300 (light), 301-600 (medium), 601-900 (heavy) Weight carried: 86.5 lb Mount weight carried: 76 lb + me (221lbs) Money Spent: 5626.5[Possesions] + 752[Expended] + [Sold for Loss] = 6378.5 Character Background: Fyhir was once an adventurer, but a close encounter with a shambling mound sent him packing. After a quick Raise Dead Fyhir sold most of his worldy belongings and opened an Inn. After a few years the Inn went bankrupt, either because Fyhir can't stop drinking his own profits or because his disagreable nature drove off the good paying clients. Either way, the Inn is closed and Fyhir needs to earn a living. There aren't many Shambling Mounds in Gladius, and this Nimbus thing sure is cheaper then that Cleric of Pelor! Default Tactics Generaly I start on my horse. 1st thing is get some cover and activate a defensive power(forcescreen). Then move closer under cover and activate an offensive power(precog). Try and close into melee. Charge and fire off psionic weapon if I can. If my opponent stays out of reach use the longbow. Fights results: WIN (http://boards1.wizards.com/showpost.php?p=5552701) vs Zeem Z'ayn (Kaigan Pitlording). +900gp/xp. WIN (http://boards1.wizards.com/showpost.php?p=5610004) vs Elishar (Kaigan Pitlording). +900gp/xp. WIN vs Va'ria Theladrais (MysticMonk2005 Pitlording). +900 gp/xp WIN (http://boards1.wizards.com/showpost.php?p=5733560) vs Telnith Furen (Huan Pitlording) + 900 gp/xp, Level Up! Spends 1 day crafting Deepcrystal Greataxe. LOSS (http://boards1.wizards.com/showpost.php?p=5796497) vs Soka (Huan Pitlording) + 400 gp/xp, 1 day to craft Crystal Axe & Silver Axe, Past Expenditures (tot. 752 gp): 2 Powerstone Vigor (ML3) (150gp) Powerstone Vigor (ML4) (100gp) Powerstone of Offensive Precognition (ML4) (100 gp) Potion of SoF (50gp) 2 Potion Protection from Evil (100gp) Potion Protection from Chaos (50gp) Potion Protection from Law (50gp) 41 arrows (2gp) Oil of Magic Weapon (50gp) Powerstone of Precog-Offensive (ML4)(100gp) SOLD-MW Greataxe (crafted) for cost
Jindl 04-01-05, 08:56 PM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpg "Aye Rock, if da name 'O Fyhir tis gonna strike terror in da 'earts 'O men, I'll be needin ta win me matches 'ere in Gladius. Dis armor" Fyhir strikes his home crafted Full Plate, it makes a tremendous RING "Dis armor, see, is steel. Strong, but 'eavy. But me father, he once be tellin me 'bout dis metal.. 'e be callin it Mithril. Tis strong as steel but ye can be making it thin and light." "Mithril? Boss, I don't see much armor made out of Mithril. WHere would you be getting enough to make a whole set of Full Plate?" asked Rock. "Aye, in the earth ya dumb rock! It's in der! Ya just gotta know where to dig!" Exclaimed Fyhir. "But, where exactly do I dig...." Fyhir mumbled as he stared at his forge.
Jindl 04-01-05, 09:10 PM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Rock_small.jpg "Boss? Before we grab our shovels and head out, maybe we should check with a local diviner. They might be able to tell us where to find some mithril." the Rock responded, after a few moments of thought.
spasheridan 04-01-05, 11:29 PM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpg "A Diviner, eh Rock? Who be fillin yer wee 'lil mind with thoughts 'o fortune tellers and hucksters. I be trusting one of them magic types as far as I can throw em!" Fyhir exclaimed. "Now, an honest Seer would do the trick! Castin about wit his mind, scanning out da eather and probin da future, mmm... what di ya tink o dat!" Fyhir banks the last vestiges of flame in the forge and racks his tools. 'Hrm, dat Rock be havin a good idea. One o dem Diviner types might make dis 'ere shoppin trip fer some Mithril a mite shorter dan one o me usual prospectin trips' though Fyhir. "Well Rock, I dinna think we'll be findin a great big dome 'ead in dis 'ere forge. I be thinkin dat we'll be findin one at the Tavern! And some Ale as well! Well, come on, don't be slow." And off they went to the Tavern. (Fyhir saunters over to the Tavern and has a few pints. Standing near the counter he starts to search about the room. Rock crawls onto Fyhir's should and points an faint ectoplasmic arm towards the corner Fyhir follows Rock's arm and notice's Rook. Remebering Rook from the arena's lists of gladiators Fyhir brings a couple of pints to Rook's table and invites himself to sit down) "Aye, laddie, I be Fyhir. Dis ere be Rock. 'Ere, have some Ale!" Fyhir drops a pint in front of Rook and seats himself across the table. "See, I be planning on heading out into the hills looking fer a wee bit o mithril fer me forging needs. Rock 'ere be thinking that a type like you might be able to point me in the right direction. Do ya think you can help? Come now, drink up!"
Huan 04-02-05, 12:08 AM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpg Rook looks over the burly dwarf who had seated himself suddenly before him. He notes the pint of ale pushed towards, but smirks as he pushes it back slowly and calmy replies"Well met, Fyhir and Rock. I am indeed Rook Devange, though I must kindly turn down your beverage.... Heh, I'm afraid alcohol and I disagree to the point where I do not drink anything stronger than water nowadays. Thank you for offering, however." To emphasize the point he poured another glass of clear water from his own pitcher, and took a small sip before continuing, "I am not surprised by your finding me. I have forseen it, in fact. Even though, naturally, the course of the future is constantly shifting, I felt it best to simply take a passive role and see if you would indeed seek me out. "But, now that the issue of your resolve has been settled, I see I must play my part in Fate as well. My gift in utilizing the third eye will indeed aid you, no worries. The mind is, after all, the most powerful assest of our being, is it not? This service may come with a price of course, but we will discuss that afterwards. Please, elaborate upon your request. Mithril is rare, yes, but there are also a few foundrys in this city who carry varying amounts of the precious metal, if at all. When a vein has been founded, shipments of the mined mithril ore go up for sale. Have you not checked with them first?"
spasheridan 04-02-05, 12:37 AM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpgFyhir squints at Rook. He shakes his head. He squints again. Fyhir picks up the mug he had placed in front of Rook and sniffs it. And sniffs it again. "Ack! Sir, ye be tellin me you dinna drink Ale? 'Tis like a babe turnin down his mothers milk!" 'Well, Rock, you do be saying I be needing some help to find the ore, but this 'ere Rook be a strange one!' Fyhir thinks at Rock. http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Rock_small.jpg'Boss, behave. You want the Ore and this guy has that shine about him' Rock projects back, along with an image of Rook's aura. "Aye, well then" Fyhir lifts his own mug and takes a long pull. "Tis a grand idea, this checking out of da foundries 'ere in Gladius. But, I be wanting to make meself a full set of armor. Dwarven armor, cinna dig it? An order like that, more than 50 stones of ore, well, that be a bit hard to come by in a city such as this. And, it be a bit more dear than i be wishin to spend. Mebe ye can be 'elping me to find some ore a wee bit closer to the source."
Huan 04-02-05, 01:06 AM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpg Rook started to chuckle but quickly stifled it. What an amusing dwarf, he thought to himself. He supposed it was rather old to be in a tavern but not drink anything alcoholic, but it was been a practice for him, a sort of discipline. He always insisted upon a clear and focused mind at all times, asnd as a result , he generally abstained from all ale and alcohol. "Ah, I see your dilemma, Fyhir. It is not merely quality but quantity as well. Mm-hmm... follow me," he ushered, standing up and making his way outside of the bar, leaving behind his own drink of water adn the pint of ale. He had one hand folded and the other propping us his chin, as he navigated around the crowded Tavern. In his mind, he was already at work formulating the process necessary to locate the nearest amount of ore, natural or not, and one that was also plenty enough to satisfy Fyhir.
Jindl 04-02-05, 09:12 AM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpg The strange pair headed down the street, without any particular direction, Fyhir following Rook, and Rook following his instincts. While they walked, Rook pondered this challenge. So the dwarf wants mithril. Enough for plate armor. Perhaps if I had a sample of mithril ore, I could trace its origin. Fyhir should be able to unearth enough ore for his purposes at the mine, he reasoned. His mind made up, he turned and began walking towards the foundry. For where else could he find a sample of mithril ore?
Huan 04-02-05, 02:59 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpg As they walked down the streets of Gladius, Rook casually looked across the street vendors' good when he remarked, "Though this may none of my business, what sort of activity do you intend to accomplish with this new dwarven mithril armor? The armor itself is not a goal, but one of many means to an end in life. My curisosity begs me to inquire, what is it you pursue in this lifetime? Do not feel it is pointed. It is merely something I ask all clients."
spasheridan 04-02-05, 05:26 PM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpgFyhir pauses a moment. He scratches his beard. Then he nods his head. "Aye, lemme show ye a trinket I 'ave in me pack." Fyhir rummages through his bag and finds a small crystal filled with images. He holds the crystal up to the sun and it fills with a bright light, then suddenly flashes an image on the wall near them. "Aye, see, dat was me Inn. Fyhir's Night Cap I called it. Brewed me own ale, made me own bread, and served it to the few who passed through. As time passed though I realized I was spending more dan I was making. I dinna think that's the way an Inn should be run, and I was thinking... how to make an Inn work. I dinna know then, my now I do. The key to a good Inn..." Fyhir get's real quiet, looks around, then leans in towards Rook "THe secret ya see, is fame. Not many folk ken who Fyhir is, but once I prove me 'self with 100 victories in dis Arena 'ere, well, folk'll be lining up to drink me Ale, eat me bread, and be listinig to every tale I can manage." Fyhir steps back and beams. "Ayup, Fyhir's Night Cap II, home 'o the great gladiator Fyhir. Now, that'll bring em in from other planes! Eh Laddie? Doncha think?" Fyhir slaps Rook across the shoulders and knocks him back a step or two. "See, dat der Mithril Mail, well, it'll be 'elping me move quick, dodge 'dem wily wizards, and it be looking pretty sharp. And dat's why me be wanting to get me hands on some 'o dat mithril." Fyhir stares at Rook. "So, ye can find it, aye? Ye know's where to get me some mithril, aye?"
Huan 04-03-05, 07:38 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpgRook turns his eyes away from Fyhir and looks ahead. "100 victories eh? Well, I had best stay put of the path of such an ambitious dream. May Fate allow you to reach from your dreams. I suppose I will do my part ot help as well. Fame indeed does attract most people, so your plan is well-founded," he said, slightly humoring the dwarf, and slightly being earnest. He was, after all, the middle man in all this. Just another client to pay the bills until he could find his own target and accomplish his own goals... "Do not worry, friend Fyhir, finding mithril is an easy task. This will be no more than a routine exercise for me," Rook said. Far easier than finding a person, he added in afterthought.
Huan 04-03-05, 07:42 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpgRook turns his eyes away from Fyhir and looks ahead. "100 victories eh? Well, I had best stay put of the path of such an ambitious dream. May Fate allow you to reach from your dreams. I suppose I will do my part ot help as well. Fame indeed does attract most people, so your plan is well-founded," he said, slightly humoring the dwarf, and slightly being earnest. He was, after all, the middle man in all this. Just another client to pay the bills until he could find his own target and accomplish his own goals... "Do not worry, friend Fyhir, finding mithral is an easy task. This will be no more than a routine exercise for me," Rook said. Far easier than finding a person, he added in afterthought. His eyes were only half-opened at this point, feeling out the otherworldy calls of his intuition, which guided him to the nearest mithral-keeping foundry. http://www.geocities.com/luken55/EatWM/Foundry1.jpgA few more blocks inward the duo found a local foundry and smithy and Rook paused and looked at the name of the establishment. On a rather finely-made metal post, there was the name "Redforge" painted in appropriately red letters. The heat from the molten metal insdie could have been felt from where they stood, and while Rook squinted against the waves of heat, Fyhir seemed to bask in it gloriously. "This seems to be the place," Rook said confidently, "And given the craftsmanship, I would wager it is dwarven-run as well. So, let's find the person in charge here and ask about some mithral, though maybe it would be best if you did the talking." http://www.geocities.com/luken55/EatWM/Foundry2.jpgRook had infrequently visited such industrial and busy places, so to him, this was still a relatively new experience. He saw enmorous vats being lifted into the air by a team of soot-covered dwarves and gnomes, and thier contents being poured into respective molds or other similar vats for alloy synthesis. He wagered a guess that Fyhir felt pretty comfortable in such a hard-working place, so the diviner decided to let Fyhir take charge in this area of his expertise. http://www.geocities.com/luken55/EatWM/Dwarf_Smith.jpgAfter question a few stray workers, the duo found themselves before a sweaty, sharply-muscled, and well-seasoned dwarf smithy, allegedly the chief of this foundry. Rook turned to Fyhir and said, "I leave the acquisition of the mithral piece in your hands."
Huan 04-04-05, 10:23 AM	Thanks for letting me open the dialogue, Jindl. http://www.geocities.com/luken55/EatWM/Smith_Head.jpgNot surprisingly, the dwarf spoke to them in a thick accent, "Eh? Good day t' ye both! What kin I do fer ye? Either o' ye be needin' a new weapon o' armor today? Got me some strong ore the other day and ye be smart and buy somethin' today. Smelting takes time, aye, but once it's done, ye can bet our metal sells fast! HAR HAR!" He wiped his large, tough, sooty hands with a dirty rag as he turned to Fyhir first, "And a brother dwarf! What be yer name, son? Come lookin' fer some o' me finest metal eh? Ye got good taste! HAR HAR!"
spasheridan 04-04-05, 01:58 PM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpg Fyhir thrusts his callused hand out to meet Dugans. "Aye, well met master smith. I be Fyhir, warrior, smith, and some-time innkeep. 'Tis a fine foundry you have 'ere!" Fyhir steps towards the ore carts and checks their contents. "Mhmm, Iron, Bronze, Copper.. 'ere's some Silver. Ye must be doin a goodly amount of business. But I be lookin fer something a bit differant. Do this be all of your stock?" http://www.geocities.com/luken55/EatWM/Smith_Head.jpg Dugan smiles as he follows Fyhir round his ship. "Aye, I do be a busy dwarf. Honest work be the gift 'o the gods!" Dugan lift's his arm towards the Rune of Moradin that lay above the shop, blessing all the works within. "But, a special material, other than steel or bronze? I do see that crystal axe 'o yours, but I dinna carry such materials, just ore. What be it, exactly, ye are looking for?" Fyhir reaches the end of the row of stock, not finding a single bin of the Mithril ore. "Well, friend, I be hoping to start a grand project. 'Tis time fer a new suit 'O mail, a suit fitting a gladiator such as meself. I do be wanting a goodly supply of Mithril for me forge."
Jindl 04-04-05, 02:24 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/EatWM/Smith_Head.jpgAt your mention of the rare silvery metal, the dwarf looks downward. "Nay, we have little of dat precious metal left. We have na' received a shipment o' de ore in weeks. Truth be told, I'm growing a wee bit worried 'bout me cousins at the mine." Dugan Redforge then glances back up at you both, eyes focusing back and forth on each of your faces. As he looks at Rook, you see a spark of recognition in his eyes. "Say, ye wouldn't be da gladiator they call da Chaotic Pheonix, would ye? Ahh, I knew it! I've heard yer a seer o' sorts. Maybe ye could help us?" Lowering his voice to almost a whisper and motioning you closer, Dugan continues, "We would send someone to check on me cousins, if we knew were de mine was. But they have always kept it secret. Maybe you could tell us where it is, if I gave you a bit of de leftover ore from de mine? Whaddya say?"
Huan 04-04-05, 03:53 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpgRook swept his cloak back (and almost accidently caught it on fire with a nearby furnace) and smiled at the dwarf as he replied, "Well met, Dugan Redforge. I am indeed Rook Devange, also called the Chaotic Phoenix. It seems fate has dealt an interesting hand here, and has allowed Fyhir and I to take an active role.... Hmmm, very well. It seems quite beneficial to all that I open the third eye and divine the location of the mithral mine, and so I shall. If you would be so kind as to let me borrow the ore as a focus, and lend me a place to concentrate, the truth will be revealed shortly in only a matter of time." Rook smiled genuinely. For someone who had seen many fortunes, most of them not pleasant in this harsh reality, he was pleased to be able to be given a chance to improve, or even alter, the future of a few. The situation, to Rook, felt it could have developed into a life or death mattter, as many mysterious disappearances often did, so for this he would offer his services and efforts freely. "What say you, Fyhir and Rock, on this matter?" he asked, pointing it to his two newest companions, hoping the dwarf would help another of his brethren.
spasheridan 04-04-05, 04:46 PM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpg Fyhir nimbly steps over to Rook and says"Ack, laddie, you be watching them sparks!" as Fyhir moves Rook away from the stove pipes he was getting to close to. After Rook is safely away from the fires, Fyhir turns to Dugan. "Aye, I do be needing the mithril. Yer kin be needin some checking up on. I'll gladly go peek at da mine if it'll be gettin dat ore flowing back into the city and into me forge." Fyhir turns a suspicous eye over to Dugan and wonders if Dugan is really kin with the dwarves in the mine. "So, Rook, what kinya ken from some tailings outa dat mine? Can ya ken who be diggin it, and who be haulin it, and from where? Tell me more about who be diggin it, maybe you kin getta feelin bout how them cousins o Dougal's are doing right now"
Huan 04-04-05, 05:15 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpgAfter being hustled away from flames, Rook took careful note to be more mindful in such dangerous places. After all, his abilities were not at the point yet where his intuition would allow him to react with faster-than-normal abilites and have insight into the immediate future. Knowledge AND wisdom were what he needed most, really, and were means to an end for his goal in life. He checked over the end of his cloak, saw that it was fine, and then turned back to Fyhir, mentally thankful that the dwarf was looking out for him. "Well, Fyhir, with a quick session I can find out almost anything that happened to or around this chunk. I can see who handled it, who mined it, where it was taken from, and with a little bit of luck, see what went on in the mines around it at the time of excavation. The more concentration I put in, the better the results, needless to say. If a strong vision is created, any notable events surrounding this rock or where it was, will be revealed." Hoping that was a satisfactory answer, Rook held out a gloved hand, beckoning to Dugan, "Let us begin." Barring no further developments, Rook will go with Dugan to get ahold of the mirthal ore, as well as a place to divine in peace. Then maybe he gets a vision...?
Jindl 04-04-05, 06:44 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpgThe room was small, holding just a dusty cot and a wooden table. The heat from the furnaces permeated the air, and the rhythmic clanging of hammers on steel reverberated through the walls. Rook pushed the table against the wall, clearing a space in the center of the room to meditate. Then, turning to Fyhir and Dugan, who were still waiting in the doorway, he said "Yes, this room shall do nicely. Do you have the ore?" http://www.geocities.com/luken55/EatWM/Smith_Head.jpg"Aye, but dis is all that was left," the master craftsman responded, holding forth his palm. In it rested a small piece of rock, no larger than a pebble. "De lads are careful ta use every piece when working with such precious metals. Found this small bit a laying aside de furnace. Hope it'll do." "It will do fine," Rook responded, with a nod. "Now, if you both would be so kind as to wait outside. I'll summon you when its finished." Once the two dwarves had oblidged his request, Rook removed his cloak. Spreading it upon the floor, he sat, crosslegged upon it, cradling the mithril ore in his palm To those who can open themselves up to the Sight, the gift is as much a curse as it is a boon. The knowledge comes as a flood, and without training, the gifted often drown. True power comes from control. Control your gift, control your destiny... Luken told me that. Luken... Slowly, Rook opened his mind. The ringing of the anvils became his mantra. And the world lost shape around the sensation of the stone in his hand. And as his eyes closed, his sight opened. He watched as the stones history rewound. At first slowly, showing him images of the past minute, past hour, past day. Then more quickly, as the stone lay buried beneath a dwindling pile of ore in the forge. Of course, since the images went in reverse as Rook's sight travelled back into the past, to one untrained in their gift it would appear that the pile grew larger. But Rook had been trained in this as well, and had taught his mind to remember the entire sequence of events and then reverse them later. So concentrating, he increased the rate at which his sight extended, passing through several weeks in but a blink, until he came to the day the ore arrived. Rook watched as the ore was unloaded from the wagon, and as the wagon rode up to the foundry, and as the wagon proceeded into the city. He watched the entire trip of the wagon, noting landmarks on the way. One in particular caught his interest. A ruined fortress atop cliffs sat near the entrance to the mine, where the ore had been loaded. Rook watched as several dwarves shoveled the ore on the wagon. He watched the same ore as it had been brought from the depths of the mine. Everything seemed normal. And then his senses were alarmed. There in the darkness was a shadow. A psionic presence that did not belong. Yet the miners seemed completely unaware, as if they did not sense the presence. As if Rook's minds eye was glimpsing something they had not been aware of at that time. But most disturbing of all, Rook could sense its blade. A greatsword burning in dark contrast to the psionic presence wielding it. And Rook's mind splintered into one thought. "NELLL!!!" ...http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpg "Seer? Ye okay?" Rook awoke to Fyhir's concerned, and perhaps a bit rough, shaking. "Ye were screaming. What did ye see?" And as Rook opened his eyes, the two dwarves who had rushed into the room in reaction to his screams, waited patiently for his response.
Huan 04-05-05, 02:48 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpgRook's heart nerarly left his chest as serveral beats were surely skipped.He gripped his chest to assure himself that the shock had not stopped it completely. His eyes were opened wide and there wasa light of amazement, shock, fear, and intrigue at the same time. He breathed hard to calm himself, but his mind was the most rattled. Simultaneously, it told him over and over that is was Nell he saw in his vision, but at the same time his intuitive reaction was to deny it. The powerful psionic presence breaking his own concetration, especially one with a greastword wielded ... None could shake him so expect for one being .... Nell. The elven psy-mage could only guess what business his most hated foe could be conducting in the mines, especially with Onnen, his greatsword, drawn... this was a bad omen indeed. Oh Fate, how cruel you are, delivering both opportunity and death into my hands, he thought to himself. His rattled state subsided and gave way to the rising mountain of grim seriousness and determination. Casting away the nonchalant and slightly jovial countenace he had entered the room with, he now wore a face ready for battle and eyes that burned with a fire more intense that those used in the very foundry around him. He turned to Dugan and Fyhir, "I bear bad news..." he started. Proceeding to explain his vision, he left out no detail except for the detail of his suspicion on who the psionic swordsman was. He picked up his traveling cloak from the floor, shook it out, and swung it around his neck, clasping it in place, "The vision was quite vivid indeed, Dugan. Do any of those landmarks, particularly the ruined fortress, remind you of any locales? There is something ... evil there; I saw it. The lives of your kin may very well be in mortal danger, quickly!"
Jindl 04-05-05, 06:54 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/EatWM/Dwarf_Smith.jpg Dugan paced, between the door and the table, back and forth for a moment, muttering to himself. "Something evil, eh? ... Gonna be sorry fer messin' with dis clan ... gotta grab me axe ... argh, but I cannae leave me forge empty ... gotta produce dat barding for de archangel ... staked me honor and me soul on it ... ARGH!!" before finally striking the table hard with both fists. Slowly, he turns to you and responds to your question, "Aye, tis likely the Watchtower," and then to answer your puzzled expression he adds, "an old dwarven keep where me kin once lived. Tis only 4 or 5 days ride from 'ere. But I cannae go myself, much as I would like to. Ken ye good folk help us? Will ye go see to me kin at the mine?"
spasheridan 04-05-05, 06:59 PM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpg Fyhir rushes over and checks on his companion Rook. After reasuring himself that Rook's OK, Fyhir looks at Dugan. "Aye master smith. If what Rook be saying tis true, yer kin'll be needing our 'elp. I've got me a fine axe and a strong arm, so dinna worry yerself bout yer boys. I'll make sure they're in good shape.. and that they be sendin you yer next load 'o mithril!" FYhir pauses a moment, then looks Dugan straight in the eye. "But, this watchtower, this fortress, 'tis soundin like a story and an important one. Afore we go marchin inta danger, tell us what we be facin"
Huan 04-05-05, 07:54 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpg "Yes, I will go too... we both will," Rook said strongly, his hands balling into fists, still upset over what he had saw, "With my brains and Fyhir's brawn I beleive a good team can be made here. We will go to Watchtower mind immediately, do not worry at that. I believe it in in everyone's best interest here that the events transpired there must be investigated... and any danger resolved... And yes, friend Dugan, if you have more knowledge about Watchtower that would help, please tell us." He looked over what he had on him at the moment. His usual assortment of scrolls, stones, and potions lined the innards of his cloak and belt, and he felt he was good to go as soon as possible. He then waited for Dugan to impart any useful information.
Jindl 04-05-05, 10:18 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/EatWM/Smith_Head.jpg"Aw, ye are heroes, the both of ye!" Dugan exlaimed, with a hard clap on both of your backs! "As for the Watchtower ... twas an old keep set upon a tall cliffside, built to guard against Orks <spits>. Twas abandoned long ago, in the time of me grandfadder's grandfadder. I dunno why. I ken tell ye it lies in the foothills of de mountains north o' Gladius, about 4 or 5 days ride. If der be mithril there, de mine entrance should be down at de base of de cliffs, where de ore is closer to de surface." "Please heroes. Hurry an rescue me kin. Tis been weeks since the last shipment, and I fear fer their safety."
spasheridan 04-06-05, 12:01 AM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpgFyhir's hand grips the handle of his axe, tightening until his knuckles turned white. A small bluish spark traveled up the shaft into the crystal blade. The crystal begins to glow. "Orcs. Would be strange to be seein them show up after all dese years, but those dirty greenskins 'ave a low cunning." Fyhir takes a moment to consider his next few steps, then nods. "Rook, I'll be needing to saddle up Horse and pack me things. Time dinna wait fer us, so let's be on our way!" Since we're heading out, Fyhir would like to stop and pick up a powerstone of animal affinity (ML3) and 2 potions of CLW (CL1) for 250 GP. Can you make the adjustments to the sheet up there Jindl?
Huan 04-06-05, 12:04 AM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpgRook chuckled, breaking his new, tough exterior, "Hero, eh? Can't say I expected to be called that... and that's funny coming from me, heh heh." He adjusted his gloves, fitting the brown leather articles tight over his hands. He then kicked in his traveling boots, and was glad he traveled well today. In the back of his mind, he wondered just how many orcs there were, but felt that even they, would likely would outnumber the force of himself and Fyhir, would have a hard time matching quaility over quantity. He walked a little to the doorway. "Right! Let's go!" 2 CLW potions for me for 100 gp. Then I'm good to go
spasheridan 04-06-05, 12:37 AM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Rock_small.jpgRock projected his doubts about the mission to Fyhir 'So Boss, on to great adventure again? I thought you were done with this kind of thing! It was all going to be safe fights in Gladius until it was time for a new Inn. Are you sure this is what you want to be doing?' 'Aye, me wee stone-headed friend. Some things.. well, they just need to be done' FYhir sent back. The road, companions on a dangerous journey, people in need. The years rolled back in Fyhir's mind as he remembered the last adventures he had been on, the battle in the lava pits, a ruined underground temple. And that dreadful encounter with the shambling mounds deep under the hills. 'Aye Rock, some things need doin'
Jindl 04-08-05, 08:48 PM	It was midday when the duo departed Gladius bound for the northern mountains. Although the sun shone high in the sky, the spring air still carried a chill to it. Rook pulled his cloak tightly around himself as they travelled, glancing at the dwarf, who accustomed to such temperatures marched steadily beside him. The day passed quickly and quietly, as each was too involved in their own thoughts for friendly conversation. As the daylight waned, they reached the first of the landmarks from Rook's vision. A split in the road, with one branch leading to Niorniei, or so the sign indicated. Rook had heard of the town, a small halfling community recently liberated from bandits by the elven gladiator, Rayos. But their route lay down the other path, leading farther north and deeper into the hills. Deciding this crossroads to be an excellent place to camp, the two settled down for a quiet evening. The next 3 days passed much the same, the pair quietly travelling from landmark to landmark. Despite the resolve of their journey, Rook and Fyhir grew to enjoy each other's company. But business took priority and Rook and Fyhir rounded one last mountain, and sighted the ruins of the watchtower off in the distance. Weary from the days travels, the pair made camp for the night and resolved to find the mine in the morning. @Huan/Spasheridan - You are now entering the combat zone.
Jindl 04-08-05, 11:05 PM	Dawn comes at long last, and with it the resolve that today will be the day that their goal shall be reached. Rook and Fyhir quickly break their camp, eager to finish this stage of their quest. Once packed for travel, the two psionic adventurers meditate to gain their focus for the day. During his meditation, Rook replays the vision in his mind. Already he has glimsped much of the terrain ahead: http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/MiningCampandRoad.jpg http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpg As Rook assists Fyhir in donning his full plate, the Seer confides in him, "We are heading south now, having travelled around the mountain. The round will turn east approximately a mile ahead, travelling past the ruins. There, at the end of the road we shall find what we seek." http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpg "Aye, lad. Today's the day," was Fyhir's response. You are on the road just beyond the northern edge of the map. Actions?
spasheridan 04-08-05, 11:20 PM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpg(Fyhir is mounted on Horse, Lance in hand. Rock is on my shoulder keeping an "eye" out for trouble - his vision range is 40 ft max. I imagine Fyhir is taking point, maybe 15 or 20 ft ahead of Rook. I'll be scanning for trouble and slowly moving south on the road) "Are ye sensing any trouble, laddie?" Fyhir asks Rook as he feels eyes on the back of his head.
Huan 04-09-05, 12:40 PM	Yeah... I was unexpectedly in the hospital being checked for head and body trauma all day yesterday ... so sorry for not giving word and slowing you down. I am fine now, and will be available all weekend. http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpg Rook took his bow out and similarly began to scan the area as they moved. His eyes narrowed as he looked for possible areas of ambush and he listened for any unnatural sounds. "Indeed, there is troubble afoot here. We had best stay close together, Fyhir," Rook suggested "With hordes of orcs about, the last thing we need is our forces to be divided." And with that Rook moves to follow Fyhir about 15 ft behind him. He noted the fortress atop the hill, and wondered what ancient mysteries it may have held ... and what dangers it hid...
Jindl 04-10-05, 12:53 AM	For Rook, the answers to those questions would have to wait. More pressing matters would soon be at hand. As the two psionic adepts travelled down the road, Rock and Fyhir sense movement up ahead. Looking intently, the dwarf spots a large blueish creature hidden in some brush. A second glance reveals it to be a large spider! http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/RoadsideEncounter_Grid_0.jpg Init 20 - Rook: (12, 5), 25/25 hp, surprised 11 - Spider: (bottom left 7, 21), ??/?? hp 03 - Fyhir: (mounted), 41/41 hp """ - Horse: (bottom left 12, 9), 30/30 hp
Jindl 04-10-05, 12:55 AM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/phasespider.jpg As Fyhir begins to warn Rook of the spider's presence, the beast vanishes before his eyes. Vanishes, not crouches, hides, or backs away. But quite literally, disappeares into thin air! The sudden disappearance leaves Fyhir wondering for a split second if perhaps he didn't just imagine the creature in the first place... Rook was surprised. Then the spider acted. Now, Fyhir gets a standard or a move action.
spasheridan 04-10-05, 01:10 AM	Fyhir let's out a yell to warn Rook "Ack, Laddie keep yer head down" as he concentrates and begins to bring up a defensive force field. Activate Forcescreen (1PP) and if I can ride Horse (free action, right?) back me up to 5' awy from Rook.
Jindl 04-10-05, 01:26 AM	Spooked by the appearance/disappearance of the large arachnid, Horse backs away a step, as its rider erects a psionic shield of force to protect himself. Rook sees nothing, despite Fyhir's warning, and for a moment thinks that the dwarf may be "seeing things." http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/RoadsideEncounter_Grid_1.jpg Init 20 - Rook: (12, 5), 25/25 hp 11 - Spider: (bottom left ??, ??), ??/?? hp 03 - Fyhir: (mounted), 41/41 hp, 10/11 pp, force screen (+4 shield) [40] """ - Horse: (bottom left 12, 8), 30/30 hp Rook is up next, then the spider (?), then Fyhir.
Huan 04-10-05, 10:36 AM	Rook was unsure, at first, how to react. Just now, Fyhir had just warned him of some hazzard ahead, but he did not see anything. But, judging from the dwarves actions before, Fyhir was in good faith about watching out for him. Taking his words to heart, the psy-mage decided to play it safe and maintain the element of surprise himself... Rook will cast Invisibility and move closer to Fyhir at half speed as quietly as possible (Move Silently). Next round, if there is no threat, he will manifest a 1 pp Inertial Armor. If there is a threat, I will post.
Jindl 04-10-05, 10:56 PM	The spider, if it actually exists, remains unseen.
spasheridan 04-11-05, 01:22 AM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpg"I'll smash ye to pieces and stomp ye to goo, ye 8 legged freak!" Cries Fyhir as he kicks Horse into action. Ride ahead 50 feet. If I see the spider and can attack this round then do so, otherwise ready an attack vs the aproach of the spider when I've moved Horse 50 feet. Remember I have reach with the Lance as well.If I make any attacks spend the psychic focus out of Rock for psychic weapon.
Jindl 04-11-05, 01:47 AM	As Rook invisibly and silently steps closer to Fyhir, the dwarf yells out a threat to the (imaginary?) spider, and rides away, lance at the ready. http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/RoadsideEncounter_Grid_2.jpg Init 20 - Rook: (12, 6), 25/25 hp, invisibility [31] 11 - Spider: (bottom left ??, ??), ??/?? hp rdy- Fyhir: (mounted), 41/41 hp, 10/11 pp, force screen (+4 shield) [40], readied """ - Horse: (bottom left 12, 18), 30/30 hp
Jindl 04-11-05, 01:53 AM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpg Ah, there he goes, rushing off and trying to be a hero. I guess Dugan Redforge's words must have gone to his head, Rook thought to himself. Of course, Fyhir's brave (or foolhardy) actions left Rook all alone, and while the psi-mage was used to being self-reliant, he didn't particularly fancy facing any opponent unprepared. So quickly he erected a basic inertial armor around himself, before continuing to quietly follow in his ally's footsteps. As stated, Rook manifests a 1 pp inertial armor, then moves quietly at half speed 15 ft forward following Fyhir.
Jindl 04-11-05, 01:58 AM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/phasespider_small.jpgAs Fyhir continues to look around for the spider, suddenly it simply appears next to him! Surprised, but prepared, the dwarf stabs at the great spider with his lance, while Rook expends psionic energy to charge the attack with deadly power. (Lance 19 +7 vs AC 15, hits. Damage = 1d8+4 +2d6 = 17 pts.) Although blackish blood spurts from the wounded spider, it continues with its planned attack, rearing up and attempting to sink its fangs into the dwarf! (Ride check: 10 +6 vs DC 15, pass. Bite 3 +7 vs AC 19 +4 shield +4 cover, fails.) But the venomous fangs only slide across the thick plate of Fyhir's armor, leaving a trail of toxic slime on the steel. As quickly as he attacks, the spider vanishes again, leaving not a trace of his presence.
Jindl 04-11-05, 02:21 AM	Having finally gotten a look at the spider, even for a brief moment, Rook realizes that it is the elusive Phase Spider. All he can recall in the heat of the moment is that the spider can easily slip to the ethereal plane and back to stalk its prey. He hopes that knowledge will be enough. (Knowledge Arcana check 3 +12 vs DC 15, pass by less than 5.) http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/RoadsideEncounter_Grid_3.jpg Init 20 - Rook: (12, 9), 25/25 hp, 11/12 pp, invisibility [31], inertial armor (+4 armor) [2 hr] 11 - Fyhir: (mounted), 41/41 hp, 10/11 pp, force screen (+4 shield) [40] """ - Horse: (bottom left 12, 18), 30/30 hp 11 - Phase Spider: (bottom left ??, ??), ??-17/?? hp Rook is up, then Fyhir, then the Phase Spider (who has disappeared again!) Note the spider's last position is shown by the blue outline on the map.
spasheridan 04-11-05, 03:25 AM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpg"Stay and fight! Running away is only gonna make dis hurt worse you disgusting spider!" Fyhir screams as he waves his gore spattered lance, flinging splashes of ichor around the road. Fyhir slowly spins Horse in a circle, searching for the spiders next attack. Same tactic, ready an attack vs it's appearance and expend my focus this time for another psychic weapon. Remember that dwarves get +2 vs poison.*edit* since Rook goes first I'll head his tactics and move up the road a bit and then ready my attack.
Huan 04-11-05, 09:35 AM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpg A phase spider! Certainly not what I would have expected... bad portents indeed..., Rook mused as he took out a potent powerstone of Energy Ray. It was a gamble, but he needed to end this fast, as such a extraplanar creature could have proved disasterous. "Fyhir, come closer to the sound of my voice and prepare to lay waste to this beast!" he shouted, hoping his plan to attract both his partner and arachnid foe would work. He needed Fyhir's cooperation for this one, so he hoped the dwarf would listen. Rook will shout (free action; likely Listen DC for spider: -10) and distract the spider to him. In the meanwhile, he will 5-ft adjust forward to (11,10) (maybe throwing the spider off, if it pinpointed my voice in the previous spot), pull out a powerstone of Energy ray, set it for Fire (5d6+5), and ready to manifest it (hopefully passing the ML check) once the spider is in view, is material, and in range. (Remember my +2 to hit for being invisible)
Jindl 04-11-05, 11:46 AM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpg(Listen +6 -3 distance vs DC -10, pinpoints.) Fyhir wheels his mount around, moving back down the road next to where he heard Rook's shout. "Aye, laddie. I'm here," he says, readying his lance to attack the spider. Meanwhile, on the ethereal plane ... http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/phasespider_small.jpg Ah, crap!! I hate dwarves and I hate armor and I hate armored dwarves. But I'm sooo hungry. Maybe the elf will be a better meal, I can already hear him squeeling ... thought the phase spider, as Rook's cry echoes into the ethereal. Then moving into position, the spider phases in to attack!
Jindl 04-11-05, 12:07 PM	For a moment, Rook is glad that Fyhir heard his call and responded. The armored dwarf mounted on the heavy horse, lance in hand, would be a reassuring sight to any ally. But such assurance was short-lived, as Rook turned to see the frightening image of the phase spider materialize right next to him. The beast had reared up its front two legs, and Rook could see the venom glistening on the oversized fangs. Quickly, the psion extended his mind into the powerstone he held in his hands. Contacting the power within was easy, and Rook felt a rush of energy as a ray of flame lept from the stone towards the spider! (ML check 9 +2 vs DC 6, pass. Attack 9 +5 +2 invisible vs AC 12 <no dex>, hits. Damage = 5d6+5 fire = 27 pts.) The flaming energy ray struck the spider directly between its 8 small eyes, burning a hole through its brain and exiting out the back of its head. Smoking, the corpse fell to the ground, legs still shaking in its death throes. http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/RoadsideEncounter_Grid_4.jpg Dropping out of combat now. Assume that effects with a duration of less than 2.5 hours end before the next encounter. Summary Rook: (11, 10), 25/25 hp, 11/12 pp, inertial armor (+4 armor) [2 hr] Fyhir: (mounted), 41/41 hp, 10/11 pp Horse: (bottom left 12, 11), 30/30 hp Phase Spider: (bottom left 9, 10), -2/42 hp
spasheridan 04-11-05, 01:18 PM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpgFyhir slams his lance into the spider's burning corpse. "I dinna think you'll be running away no more spider!" He says as he gives the lance a little twist that sends twitches through the body. Fyhir turns to Rook "And dat was a nice piece 'o work there wit' the flames. Well done!". Fyhir dismounts and kneels near the corpse for a few moments as he regains his focus and imbues it within Rock. After a quick look around the immedaite area for any recent victims of the spider, he mounts Horse and sets off down the trail towards the mine. "Hurry up laddie, der be some dwarves who be needin out help!"
Huan 04-11-05, 08:02 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpg"Aye-I mean-Yes, thank you... and yes, we should hurry," Rook agreed, slipping a little into a dwarven accent, perhaps accustoming himself a little to quickly to his companion. As he tossed the flushed stone onto the ground, he was a little worried in the back of his mind, but did not show it. It concerned him that he did not exactly forsee the presence of such a threat. He suspected it was either becuase such a threat was new, after his scrying, which was possible, or maybe someother presense was obscuring the dangers in this area... wishing to keep the element of surprise... He starts to run after Fyhir but then called out to him, "I do not possess the speed of your mount, I'm afraid. Perhaps it would be better if we shared the horse and rode together?"
Huan 04-13-05, 11:08 AM	I'm not sure if Fyhir lets me ride horseback with him... but oh well. http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpg Rook still keeps a close eye out on the path ahead, wary of any more theats that either were revealed or forseen by his visions. He cast a downward look as he then suddenly remembered his slightly selfish reason for coming along. True, he did enjoy the chance to selflessly help others in dire need. Truth to tell it was a rather exciting opportunity that did not come by every day. But, unfortunately, even that took second place to his real motive in coming along. Deciding to relieve a little of the stress, he decided to confide in Fyhir a bit. "Fyhir...," he started, suddenly very solemn, "You and I are both beings who have seen many years and will continue to do so if able... but have you ever encountered a being with whom you could never forgive, even with death? I often hear the complete trust of a dwarf typically takes several decades, at least, and their scorn endures for millenia. If this is true, in all of your travels have you ever encountered a person once close to you that had wounded you so personally that you would devote your life to seeing their ultimate demise....I suppose you could call it 'absolute hatred' ... have you ever had to cope with such a feeling, friend Fyhir?" Rook waited for a reply, as he realized it was a rather out-of-place topic to bring up. Casting a glance at his left hand's ring finger and rubbing it gingerly as if remembering a old pain, the elf released a heavy sigh...
spasheridan 04-13-05, 02:47 PM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpgFyhir turns in his saddle a bit towards Rook. "Hrm. When I be hating a man that much I be driving me axe through his skull. But if a friend betrayed me, aye, well that would be a differant thing. If a mate turned on me.. well, I do believe that blood would be revenge enough. But I count me blessings that I have not had to turn the sharp edge 'o me axe against a betrayer." Fyhir shakes his head sadly. Horse continued to carry them both down the road, closer and closer towards the mine.
Huan 04-14-05, 01:56 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpgRook chewed on Fyhir's words silently as they rode on. What if they did not die from the first swing Fyhir? Do I merely swing again and hope for the best?, he thought. He pictured what the dwarf likely would have said, and sensed he would have agreed. Then, I suppose I shall have to merely sharpen my 'axe' and keeping swinging, he thought, a comforted smile creeping along his lips. Rook will still spot/listen as best he can.
spasheridan 04-14-05, 02:32 PM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpg Horse continued to carry Fyhir and Rook down the road, closer to the mine. Fyhir and Rook's sharp eyes noted the trees, the road, the rocks, and the animals.. it all seemed so normal. "Laddie, not that I be doubtin yer mental powers, but kin ya tell me again what ye be thinking is ahead? Dis 'ere road seems to be fine." Fyhir asked his companion. "Ye seem to be dwellin on something.. particular. Tell me, what is it dat you be fearing we will see up ahead,"
Jindl 04-14-05, 02:41 PM	Fyhir's question would soon be answered, though not in the way that either of them expected. As the two had quietly talked, they had travelled south on the road next to the cliff. Well, it wasn't a road exactly, more like a set a wagon ruts dug into the ground, presumably by ore laden wagons heading to Gladius from the mine. But the road was empty of such traffic now. As the day progressed, the two had rounded the platuea upon which the ruined fortress still overlooked this part of the valley. The day was quite warm, and so the two were glad for the shade as the wagon trail wove northeast along the cliff base and into a wooded region. Rook knew they were drawing near to the camp, and his suspicions were confirmed as they caught a glimpse through the thinning trees.
Jindl 04-15-05, 02:34 PM	At first glimpse, the camp looked ordinary. A pair of wooden buildings were situated around a large fire pit, where a gnome was tending to a cook pot. Farther down the trail the entrance to the mine was visible, cut into the cliffside. Behind the buildings, a fenced pasture could be seen, where draft mules were likely kept when not at work in the mine. Crates and barrels had been stacked next to the eastern building, and beyond it a mass of detris from the mound was piled high. All of this was normal according to Rook's vision. But then the illusion was shattered, as a humanoid of an unknown race sauntered out of the shadow of the west building, heading towards the gnome. Well armed and armored, the humanoid is obviously not a miner. Judging from his facial expression as he spots you on the trail nearby, he is obviously not friendly either! With a shout over his shoulder towards the west building, he grips his halberd with both hands, glaring towards you. http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/MiningCamp_Grid_0.jpg Init 18 - Rook: (1, 8), 25/25 hp, 11/12 pp 15 - Humanoid w/ halberd: (11, 16), ??/?? hp 15 - Fyhir: (mounted), 41/41 hp, 10/11 pp """ - Horse: (bottom left 2, 8), 30/30 hp 11 - Gnome miner: (12, 14), ??/?? hp Rook is up first, then the Humanoid w/ halberd (won the tie), then Fyhir, then the Gnome miner.
Huan 04-15-05, 11:19 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpgRook took a step forward, his eyes narrowed and burning with an intense glare as he locked eyes with the armored man , "Be ready and wary Fyhir," he whispered quickly to his companion, "I sense malignment intentions here..." Moving to try and grasp the scenario, Rook spoke while at the same time mentally setting up a mental barrier similar to before. "Are you the mine-warden here?" he shouted, making himself heard and somewhat trying to strike up a pseudo-diplomatic conversation. He actually did not understand why the sudden hostile face. Perhaps the man mistook them for someone else...? Maybe they were brainwashed...? Or maybe ... they were simply bad men. But, if they were linked to the psionic evil he sensed before.... maybe they knew something about Nell... He intensified his psionic aura around him, making it visible and subtly tipping the polearm-bearing humanoid to keep at bay and not threaten him. "My name is Rook Devange. There is no need for such a scowl, for we are travelers who mean you no harm. But should you wish to start a fight ... understand that we will defend ourselves." Waiting shortly for a reply he quickly tacked on with a smirk, "And you would be well advised to tell me everything you know about Nell..." [Assuming he was at (1,8) before, Rook 5-ft adjusts to (1,9). Also, during this dialogue, Rook will be manifesting a 1 pp Ineritial Armor. If he can do so easily, he will over-dramaticize the displays, making a scene of it. And, was there any way of catching a bit of what that man yelled? If I cannot indentify his race flat-out, will Knowledge Arcana/Psionics help?]
Jindl 04-16-05, 01:17 AM	The humanoid seems a bit surprised at Rook's display of psionic power. Quickly, he shouts again, and as he hears two replies from the western building, his resolve returns. Glaring at you both, the githyanki (as Rook now determines) declares in a heavily accented Common, "Good. More recruits to work in the mines with the rest of the terran filth." Then he slaps his fist against his breastplate in a sign of derision, and brings his halberd to the ready. (Rook KS-Psionics 7 +12 = 19. You know that he is a githyanki, an evil extraplanar psionic humanoid. He has minor power resitance, and some lesser psionic powers, but is otherwise similar to a human.) Fyhir is next to act.
spasheridan 04-16-05, 02:23 AM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpgFyhir begins to raise his defenses and reaches into his pocket to retrieve one of his stones of power. "If ye be leavin da mine now, I be letting ye leave wit yer worthless hides intact!" Rock, sitting in Fyhir's pocket, levers itself out a bit and bends it's psychic sense of hearing towards the building, obeying it's masters silent psychic command. Fyhir has his Lance readied. Manifest Force Screen (1 PP) and pull a stone of Vigor out in his off hand. If I take an AoO vs an opponent (not the gnome) expend Rock's focus for a psychic weapon. Rock should listen vs the people in the house.
Jindl 04-16-05, 04:09 PM	Glancing back and forth between the two of you and the githyanki, the gnome suddenly realizes that he is in a bad location. With a squeek, he turns to run. As he does, the githyanki lashes out with his halberd, hooking his feet out from under him. With a thud, the gnome hits the dirt hard, lies there prone, and begins whimpering. "Nobody's leaving." the Githyanki rasps, fixing his gaze upon Fyhir.
Jindl 04-16-05, 04:31 PM	With the clatter of a door being thrown open, Rook and Fyhir hear two creatures (presumably allies of the githyanki) moving out of the western building and into the courtyard. They remain out of sight around the corner of the building. Howver, you both get a good look as another githyanki exists the eastern building. This one seems to be another warrior, and he readies himself for battle by unslinging his spiked chain and performing a similar, breastplate thumping sign of derision towards you. Behind him, a female githyanki remains in the doorway. As she is unarmored, you at first assume she may just be a spectator, perhaps some consort to these ruffians. But then she performs a few arcane words and gestures, and a shield of force appears about her body. Rook instantly recognizes the shield spell and the threat that an enemy mage presents. http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/MiningCamp_Grid_1.jpg Init 23 - Unknown: (6, 19), ??/?? hp 23 - Githyanki w/ chain: (17, 18), ??/?? hp 22 - Unknown: (8, 19), ??/?? hp 22 - Githyanki mage: (20, 19), ??/?? hp, shield [??] 18 - Rook: (1, 9), 25/25 hp, 10/12 pp, inertial armor (+4 armor) [2 hrs] 15 - Githyanki w/ halberd: (11, 15), ??/?? hp 15 - Fyhir: (mounted), 41/41 hp, 9/11 pp, force screen (+4 shield) [40] """ - Horse: (bottom left 2, 8), 30/30 hp 11 - Gnome miner: (12, 14), ??/?? hp, prone The newcomers to the "fight" all act as if they rolled a 20 for init. Their actions are all stated above. Rook is up next, then the Githyanki w/ halberd, then Fyhir, then the Gnome miner.
Huan 04-16-05, 07:03 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpg "So you will not talk, hm? I suppose confrontation is inevitable now ... Though you have started it, know that we will finish it!" Rook explained as his hand went into his pocket and he flared up another menacing aura. Immediately thereafter, however, he quickly whispered to Fyhir, "It seems we are outnumbered here. We would be wise to not split up, lest our forces be overwhelmed. Let us concentrate our efforts on one of them at a time. You pick the first target, and may good fortune ride with us today." He then assumed a battle visage, clearing his mind and sharpening his steely mind. Rook takes a stone a ML4 Vigor and manifests from it.
Jindl 04-17-05, 12:28 AM	The githyanki glances back over his shoulder at the arrival of his allies. His confidence renewed, he slashes his halberd through the air in an impressive display of skill. Then he holds his ground and snarls, as if to say, "bring it on!" Fyhir is next, then the gnome.
spasheridan 04-17-05, 02:57 AM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpgFyhir notices the addition's to the party, a chain wielder and a tripping halberd warrior. If it's going to be a contest of strength, Fyhir would need to be prepared. First things first though, Fyhi uses the stone in his hand to fill himself with vitality. Fyhir manifests vigor (ml4) from his stone and drops the burned out husk. Switching his grip again to 2 handed on his lance, Fyhir will again use his psyhchic weapon on any AoO's this round vs anyone but the gnome.
Jindl 04-17-05, 09:58 AM	As both sides continue to escalate, the gnome throws his hands over his head in fear. Whimpering, he crawls a few feet away from the githyanki, whose attention now seems to be focused solely upon you.
Jindl 04-17-05, 10:25 AM	In response to your show of strength, the githyanki seem to be moving into position. One of the previously unseen allies from the western building moves behind the cover of the northeast corner of the building. From your vantage point, you can see him well enough to note that he is garbed in studded leather (unlike the other githyanki who are all in breastplate armor), and that he has drawn a pair of daggers. The githyanki with the chain moves northward, and seems to be holding his chain at the ready, while the other unkown githyanki remains out of sight, although you can both hear his movement further into the courtyard. The female githyanki mage casts another spell from the doorway, and you see a translucent energy leave her chest and form into an almost invisible floating hand beside her. The danger of such a spell is not lost on Rook, who is well acquanted with the ability of a spectral hand to deliver powerful touch spells at range. http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/MiningCamp_Grid_2.jpg Init 23 - Githyanki w/ daggers: (9, 14), ??/?? hp, readied 23 - Githyanki w/ chain: (15, 12), ??/?? hp, readied 22 - Unknown: (10, 18), ??/?? hp 22 - Githyanki mage: (20, 19), ??-3/?? hp, shield [??], spectral hand (3/3 hp) [??] 18 - Rook: (1, 9), 45/25 hp, 10/12 pp, inertial armor (+4 armor) [2 hrs], vigor [41] 15 - Githyanki w/ halberd: (11, 15), ??/?? hp, readied 15 - Fyhir: (mounted), 61/41 hp, 9/11 pp, force screen (+4 shield) [40], vigor [41] """ - Horse: (bottom left 2, 8), 30/30 hp 11 - Gnome miner: (12, 13), ??/?? hp, prone, total defense The other githyanki have gone first (above). Rook is up next, then the Githyanki w/ halberd, then Fyhir, then the Gnome miner.
Huan 04-17-05, 12:35 PM	Analyzing the situation quickly, Rook formulated a quick plan. "Let me try and handle the growing crowd..." he whispered to Fyhir, before taking out a small parchment of paper, chanting a few choice words, and disappearing from view completely. Rook will take out a scroll of Invisibility and cast from it.
Jindl 04-17-05, 01:12 PM	As Rook disappears, the githyanki all look a bit surprised. The one with the halberd shouts back in the same unknown language, "Qsdkfsi dlskf ewer fvsuhhlkh!!" The githyanki mage quickly responds to him, "Rreefjg!" Then the githyanki with the halberd continues to ready, while his eyes search the area around him. Fyhir is next, then the gnome.
spasheridan 04-17-05, 01:51 PM	Fyhir reaches into his pocket and draws a stone. With a few more seconds of prep time Fyhir summons the strength of the bull to aid him in this fight. Draw and manifest stone of animal affinity (ml3) giving me str+4. I guess that leaves my lance 1-handed for now. Again, any AoO vs a gith will be with a psychic weapon.
Jindl 04-18-05, 02:28 PM	The gnome miner takes the opportunity to stand up and move away, heading 20 feet north towards the cliff side.
Jindl 04-20-05, 12:14 PM	(Sorry for the delay guys. Let's continue with the fight!) While both the githyanki with the chain and the githyanki with the daggers appear to be waiting at the mage's command, the final opponent reveals himself. Moving from behind the corner of the western building, a githyanki clad in a breastplate and using a tower shield moves across the courtyard taking up position in front of the mage. Battle axe in hand, the witch's bodyguard stands ready to defend her. Behind cover, the witch recognizes the result of Rook's spellcasting. Preparing a spell of her own, she tosses some ground up mica in the air, and then guided by arcane energies, the dust is enhanced in brightness and guided across the courtyard, where it bursts in a display of brillant color upon you both. (Rook: Will 5 +7 vs DC ??, fails. Fyhir: Will 13 +6 vs DC ??, pass.) Rook instantly recognizes the glitterdust spell, and knows that his invisibility will be spoiled. Unfortunately, his observation comes a split second too late, and the brilliant flash of dust catches him with his eyes wide open, blinding him. Fyhir is luckier. Thanks to his dwarven heritage, he is resistant to spells like these. But he is a bit dismayed to see his invisible ally outlined by the dust and clutching his eyes. His dismay turns quickly to a battle rage, as the githyanki mage screams, "Hedgst!!", which judging by the actions of her allies means, "Now!!". At her command, the githyanki with the daggers and the githyanki with the chain move quickly towards you both to attack! Fyhir is glad for the distance he had kept, as the githyanki with the chain is only able to approach without actually getting close enough to attack. Rook is not as lucky. The dagger wielding githyanki slinks along the wall of the building, more mobile due to his lighter armor, and getting within 30 feet he launches a dagger. (Dagger 1! +?? vs FF AC 14 -2 blinded, miss.) Fortunately for Rook, the githyanki is embarrased as he trips over the front doorstep of the building and his shot goes wide. Cursing in his extraplanar tongue, the githyanki flicks his wrist and another dagger appears in his hand. http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/MiningCamp_Grid_3.jpg Init 22 - Githyanki w/ tower shield: (18, 18), ??/?? hp 22 - Githyanki mage: (20, 19), ??-3/?? hp, shield [??], spectral hand (3/3 hp) [??] 21 - Githyanki w/ daggers: (5, 13), ??/?? hp 21 - Githyanki w/ chain: (8, 8), ??/?? hp 18 - Rook: (1, 9), 45/25 hp, 10/12 pp, inertial armor (+4 armor) [2 hrs], vigor [41], invisibility [33], glitterdusted [??], blinded [??] 15 - Githyanki w/ halberd: (10, 13), ??/?? hp, readied 15 - Fyhir: (mounted), 61/41 hp, 9/11 pp, force screen (+4 shield) [40], vigor [41], animal affinity (Str +4) [33] """ - Horse: (bottom left 2, 8), 30/30 hp 11 - Gnome miner: (12, 9), ??/?? hp The other githyanki have gone first (above). Rook is up next, then the Githyanki w/ halberd, then Fyhir, then the Gnome miner.
Huan 04-20-05, 11:50 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpgBlast!, Rook thought, as his eyes watered to try and get the blinding dust of of his eyes. He was certainly caught off guard by that attack, and such an event pretty much threw a wrench in his entire plan of attack. He knew there was a foe nearby, and likely it was gearing up to strike next. Rook frowned, but knew to keep his mind clear from making any fatal msitakes. Until he could get his bearings straight, he was only a liability to Fyhir now... "Think you've got me, eh?" Rook said to the the nearest foe, not sure if he was even facing the right direction, "But which 'me' have you got?" And with that the elven psy-mage became fuzzy as image after illusional image separated from the real him and spread out in a disjoint and confusing pattern. They were all miming his moves precisely, not a single one acting too quickly or too slowly after the other. He returned to rubbing his eyes, and hoped that this would at least buy him a little time to recover. Rook will cast Mirror Image of his sparkly self while sidestepping from his original location, and leaving an image there instead. (the other images can be set up randomly in the any direction)
Jindl 04-21-05, 12:03 AM	As the githyanki look on, Rook's image becomes blurry. His body seems to split into multiple images that swirl around and around. The images swirl and extend to the south, leaving 4 possible targets for the confused githyanki. Boldly, the githyanki with the halberd spits and says, "Your parlor tricks won't save you from me, Warlock!" in heavily accented Common, before steping forward and readying his weapon. The Githyanki w/ halberd is now at (7,9). Fyhir is next, then the gnome.
spasheridan 04-21-05, 12:47 AM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpg"Ye had yer chance punk!" Fyhir screams as he kicks Horse into a charge. Lance at the ready Fyhir rides down the chain wielding Gith. Is punk appropriate fantasy slang? I don't see exact positions of Rook or the Halberd wielder, so this action assumes that the chain wielder isn't readying an action (I should be able to tell that), and that Rook and the Halberd wielder are not in my way. Spend Rock's focus to make this a psychic weapon and remember that I have 10 ft reach with the lance and +1 to hit for being mounted. If the chain wielder has a readied action then I'll ride down the dagger wielder.
Jindl 04-21-05, 09:36 AM	The gnome miner watches as the dwarf spurs the heavy warhorse into a charge, riding down upon the whirling chain of the githyanki. (Lance: 3 +7 +1 mounted +2 charging +2 animal affinity vs AC ??, miss. Rock expends focus.) Amazingly, the githyanki slips under the tip of the lance, so that the psionically charged weapon passes safely over his shoulder. As the warhorse continues in to complete its charge with a mighty hoof strike, the githyanki lashes out with his chain at lightning speed, his impressive reflexes sending the weapon to strike at both the horse and the rider. (AoO VS Fyhir: 19 +?? vs AC 19 +4 shield -2 charging <Ride check 5 +6 vs DC 15, fails, no cover>, hit. Damage = 2d4+3 = 9 pts. AoO vs Horse: 13 +?? vs AC 17 -2 charging, hit. Damage = 2d4+3 = 8 pts.) Viciously, the blackened metal of the spiked chain lashes deeply into Fyhir, although his psionic vigor immediately repairs the damage. The warhorse is not so lucky, as he has no psionic vigor to heal the deep gash the weapon leaves upon him. But the Horse was not finished yet. In retaliation, it sends a mighty kick towards the githyanki's chest. (Hoof: 15 +6 +2 charging vs AC ??, hit. Damage = 1d6+4 = 9 pts.) With a sickening thud, the hof delivers a mighty blow, shattering ribs and bruising organs. But the githyanki with the chain, battle hardened and full of adrenaline, still fights on. The gnome watches as all of this occurs, and for a moment, he feels a glimmer of hope. Trying to hold back the panic he had felt before, he hurries quickly to the edge of the cliff, trying to find a safe place to watch the unfolding battle.
Jindl 04-21-05, 10:10 AM	Across the courtyard, the bodyguard holds his position with his tower shield, providing cover to the witch behind him. She begins casting a spell, and a lethal charge of electricity builds up in the spectral hand. Then, with great speed, the hand flies across the courtyard and straight towards Fyhir! (AoO vs Spectral Hand: Lance 1! +7 +1 mounted +2 charging +2 animal affinity vs AC ??, miss. Spectral Hand vs Fyhir: +?? +2 hand +3 metal armor vs Touch AC 11 <Ride check 8 +6 vs DC 15 cover, fails>, hits. Damage = ??d6 electricity = 5 pts.) The dwarf makes an effort to stab at the hand with his lance, but is unable to do so as the hand glides in and delivers the electrical jolt! Luckily for Fyhir, he recently replaced the leather padding in his armor, and it provides some resistance so that an otherwise fatal charge only results in a minor burn. The githyanki with the daggers also presses the attack, moving forward to engage all of the Rook's in melee. Unsure of where to attack first, he strikes out randomly. (1d4 <1 is Rook> = 3, an image. Dagger: 5 +?? vs AC 13, miss.) But the swirling images are confusing, and his attack misses. The githyanki with the chain has his own problems at the moment. Wounded, he steps to the north trying to surround Fyhir. Then, he lashes out at the dwarf again with his chain! (Chain 2 +?? vs AC 19 +4 shield -2 charging, miss.) But the shock of his wound slows his chain down and it glances harmlessly off of the dwarf's plate armor. http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/MiningCamp_Grid_4.jpg Init 22 - Githyanki w/ tower shield: (18, 18), ??/?? hp, delaying 22 - Githyanki mage: (20, 19), ??-3/?? hp, shield [??], spectral hand (3/3 hp) [??] 21 - Githyanki w/ daggers: (2, 10), ??/?? hp 21 - Githyanki w/ chain: (8, 7), ??-9/?? hp 18 - Rook: (1, 10), 45/25 hp, 10/12 pp, inertial armor (+4 armor) [2 hrs], vigor [41], invisibility [33], glitterdusted [??], blinded [??], mirror image (2 images in space, 2 images at 1,9) [34] 15 - Githyanki w/ halberd: (10, 13), ??/?? hp, readied 15 - Fyhir: (mounted), 47/41 hp, 9/11 pp, force screen (+4 shield) [40], vigor [41], animal affinity (Str +4) [33], Rock (no focus), charged (-2 ac) """ - Horse: (bottom left 6, 8), 22/30 hp, charged (-2 ac) 11 - Gnome miner: (18, 4), ??/?? hp Rook is up next, then the Githyanki w/ halberd, then Fyhir, then the Gnome miner.
Huan 04-21-05, 02:51 PM	...
Jindl 04-21-05, 03:16 PM	..
Huan 04-21-05, 09:32 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpgRook heard the swing and miss of the githyanki earlier, and hoped it did not reduce one of the numbers of his slient images. He sensed another immenent attack and released a sigh. Time to see if all this training has paid off ... he thought as he struck a defensive position and made no effort to remove the dust from his eyes. Rather, he focused his mind to open another eye, one that was not so easily blinded. Focus... focus and open.. my Third Eye!. A small, eye compised of bright light opened up on Rook's forehead. From then on, the world became clear to Rook in terms of complete black emptyness, with everything within earshot "visible" in terms of black and white lines derived from the vibration felt from anything moving. As if veiwing the sonic spectrum itself through the pores of his skin, Rook not had a firm grasp of his current situation again. "Strike me again if you can," Rook started, "But know now that I can see you..." [Rook will take out a stone of Synesthete, manifest it for feeling light, risk the AoO, and get rid of the blindness penalties.]
spasheridan 04-21-05, 09:52 PM	...
Jindl 04-22-05, 06:33 PM	The githyanki with the dagger responds by trying to place a dagger into one of the many elven psymages who are mocking him. (AoO: Dagger 2 +?? vs AC 13, miss). However, even the images seem untouchable to his weak attacks. Trying to move into a flanking position, the githyanki with the halberd steps in towards Fyhir and attacks! (Halberd Trip Touch Attack: 17 +?? vs Touch AC 11 +4 cover <Ride 12 +6 vs DC 15, pass>, hits. Trip check: Githyanki 19 +?? vs Fyhir 7 +6 <substituting Ride>, fails. Falling damage = 1d6 = 4 pts. Improved Trip attack: 15 +?? vs AC 23 -4 prone, hits. Damage = 1d10+?? = 6 pts.) With impressive skill, the githyanki hooked the back edge of his halberd upon the straps of Fyhir's armor, yanking the hapless dwarf to the ground. The impact with the hard earth sapped more energy from the psychic warrior's vigor. When the githyanki spun the halberd around and drove the hook deep into Fyhir's side as well, the vigor finally snapped and Fyhir felt his blood begin to flow. @Spasheridan - Fyhir is prone at (7, 9). The Githyanki w/ Halberd is now at (6,9). You're up next.
spasheridan 04-23-05, 01:54 AM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpg Anger fills Fyhir, these filthy Gith were playing Dirty. Horse defends his fallen master as he gathered his thoughts.
Jindl 04-23-05, 11:23 PM	Viciously, the heavy warhorse kicks out at the githyanki surrounding it and its prone dwarven master. (Hoof 15 +6 vs AC 18 <Gith w/ Chain>, hits. Damage = 1d6+4 = 9 pts.) With another mighty kick, the equine drops the githyanki twirling the chain lack a sack of rotten potatoes. Turning, the horse continues its defense on a different target ... the halberd wielder. (Hoof 4 +6 vs AC 18 <Gith w/ Halberd>, miss. Bite 3 +1 vs AC 18, miss.) But the wily githyanki easily sidesteps the war trained mount's attacks. Fyhir can continue his action now ...
spasheridan 04-24-05, 01:28 AM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpg "Aye, there's a good Horsie!" Fyhir said as his mount trampled the chain wielding Gith into the mud. Fyhir had lost his lance sometime during the fall, it was now planted in the dirt a few feet awy. Horse's furious attacks distracted the Halberd wielding Gith for just a few seconds, but it was enough. With a quick roll Fyhir pulled his greataxe from his back and hacked at the ankle of the Halberd wielding Gith next to him, powering the axe's crystal so with a blue, deadly energy. "Now, taste me axe!" Fyhir stays prone and pulls out his greataxe and swings it at the Gith. Spend 2 PP to charge the deepcrystal of the Axe.
Jindl 04-25-05, 12:38 PM	Switching to my own dice, since the online roller is down. With a mighty swing, the dwarf swings the psionically charged deepcrystal axe towards the githyanki that tripped him. (Axe 16 +7 +2 animal affinity -4 prone vs AC 18, hits. Damage = 1d12+7+2d6 = 25 pts.) As the energized blade sliced cleanly through the breastplate armor of the githyanki, the psionic energy burned through his flesh, slaying him instantly. Meanwhile, the gnome miner cheered silently that two of his oppressors had been slain.
Jindl 04-26-05, 12:55 AM	Still protected by her bodyguard, the githyanki mage begins casting another spell. The ghostly hand again crackles with deadly energy, before flying across the battlefield to strike at Fyhir! (Spectral Hand vs Fyhir: 7 +?? +2 hand +3 metal armor vs Touch AC 11 -4 prone, hits. Damage = ??d6 electricity = 18 pts.) This time the electricity greatly wounds the already injured dwarf. The severity of his wounds begins to take his toll on Fyhir, and he wonders how much longer he can withstand the powerful jolts of electricity. While the mage continues with her successful attacks, the githyanki with the daggers decides to change his approach. Steping back, he whips two daggers through the air, piercing two of Rook's images. (1d4 <1 is Rook> = 3, an image. Dagger: 12 +?? vs AC 13, hits. Image is destroyed. 1d3 <1 is Rook> = 2, an image. Dagger: 15 +?? vs AC 13, hits. Image is destroyed.) As quickly as he throws the daggeres with each hand, that hand draws a new one. http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/MiningCamp_Grid_5.jpg Init 22 - Githyanki w/ tower shield: (18, 18), ??/?? hp, delaying 22 - Githyanki mage: (20, 19), ??-3/?? hp, shield [??], spectral hand (3/3 hp) [??] 21 - Githyanki w/ daggers: (2, 10), ??/?? hp 21 - Githyanki w/ chain: (8, 7), -8/12 hp 18 - Rook: (1, 10), 45/25 hp, 10/12 pp, inertial armor (+4 armor) [2 hrs], vigor [41], invisibility [33], glitterdusted [??], blinded [??], mirror image (1 image in space, 1 image at 1,9) [34], synesthate [10 min] 15 - Githyanki w/ halberd: (10, 13), dead/12 hp 15 - Fyhir: (7, 9), 20/41 hp, 7/11 pp, force screen (+4 shield) [40], animal affinity (Str +4) [33], Rock (no focus), prone """ - Horse: (bottom left 6, 8), 22/30 hp 11 - Gnome miner: (18, 4), ??/?? hp Rook is up next, then Fyhir. The Gnome miner will delay for the rest of the fight.
Huan 04-26-05, 09:54 AM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook3.jpgRook felt the light course in from his third eye, differentiating the shadow form the light, and seeing the twin daggers' 'echoes' as they flew through the air and dispersed his images. He 'saw' a tall shadow fall in front of a much shorter and burlier one, and was glad Fyhir claimed a victory However, he immediately saw the dwarf jolt in pain, the result of the cursed spectral hand. Aiming to end that, Rook took no chances and sought to destroy the effect with a tried-and-true, never-fail attack. [Rook will adjust to (2,9), gaining a line of sight to the mage and her spectral hand, and keep one image in the spot he was just in. He will then defensively cast Magic Missile at the Spectral Hand.]
Jindl 04-26-05, 10:17 AM	(Concentration 12 +10 vs DC 15 +1 spell level, pass.) The twin magic darts sped across the courtyard, swerving around the corner's of the building towards the target which Rook could barely sense around the corner of the building. Laughing, the githyanki mage expected the missiles to bounce harmlessly against her shield spell. But her laughter turned to rage as the missiles instead impacted the spectral hand, destroying it. (2d4+2 damage = 5 pts.) Fyhir is next.
spasheridan 04-26-05, 10:53 AM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpg Quickly reaching into his pocket, Fyhir grasps a powerstone of vigor and manifests it. The pain of the last few hits washed away, covered by the psychic energy from the stone. "Aye, thankee laddie!" Shouted Fyhir. "Dont ye be worryin, I'll be right der". Fyhir begins the ardurous process of rolling over and hefting the 50 pounds of plate and mail on his back off of the ground. I don't actually move, just activate the stone. But standing up in full plate is quite a chore! Hustle sure sounds like a usefull power right now
Jindl 04-26-05, 12:09 PM	Does Horse go running off to defend me or does he stay here? The spectral hand was destroyed. That is what he would have defended you against. He stays put.
Jindl 04-26-05, 08:54 PM	Perhaps as a result of her rage, the witch decides to send in her reinforcements, giving her bodyguard the order to advance. And advance he does, with his towershield held out like a miniature wall in front of him, and with his battle axe concealed and ready behind it. The mage follows, pausing a moment to concentrate on her own psionic abilities. A moment later, her outline becomes fuzzy and blurry, making it difficult to aim exactly for her. The dagger wielding opponent continues his attacks as well. Two more daggers fly through the air, heading towards the Rook's. (1d2 <1 is Rook> = 1, Rook. Dagger: 20!, 16 +?? vs AC 17, crits. Damage = 2d4+?? = 9 pts. Targetting same Rook. Dagger: 15 +?? vs AC 17, hits. Damage = 1d4+?? = 4 pts.) This time he guesses correctly, and both daggers strike the real Rook, one in a vital area. And to Rook's immediate dismay, the githyanki has already drawn two more daggers ... http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/MiningCamp_Grid_6.jpg Init 22 - Githyanki w/ tower shield: (11, 15), ??/?? hp 22 - Githyanki mage: (14, 18), ??-3/?? hp, shield [??], blur [??] 21 - Githyanki w/ daggers: (2, 10), ??/?? hp 21 - Githyanki w/ chain: (8, 7), -9/12 hp 18 - Rook: (2, 9), 32/25 hp, 10/12 pp, inertial armor (+4 armor) [2 hrs], vigor [41], invisibility [33], glitterdusted [??], blinded [??], mirror image (1 image at 1,10) [34], synesthate [10 min] 15 - Githyanki w/ halberd: (10, 13), dead/12 hp 15 - Fyhir: (7, 9), 40/41 hp, 7/11 pp, force screen (+4 shield) [40], animal affinity (Str +4) [33], Rock (no focus), prone, vigor [46] """ - Horse: (bottom left 6, 8), 22/30 hp 11 - Gnome miner: (18, 4), ??/?? hp Rook is up next, then Fyhir.
Huan 04-26-05, 11:42 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook3.jpgRook stumbled in place, clutching his chest as he quickly removed the daggers from his body. He let the small but deadly blades fall to the ground as he fought to recover his senses. He extra-sensory vision blurred for a moment, but his psionically enhanced vitality factor helped tremendously in settling him down and coming back to his senses. He then gritted his teeth, determined not to hold anything back now. Ready to end this, he bent his knees now, a little, and gathered forth a small collection of multi-colored energy in his fist, he brought the fist back, as if preparing to uppercut the dagger-thrower, but instead thrust his fist forward. Instanty a small technicolor ball appeared at the tip of the fist and exploded in a dazzling cone of light that streaked forward and enwrapped the githyanki before him in brilliant waves of vibrant color. Rook will 5-ft adjust straight back, bringing my illusion-image to where I am, and cast Color Spray from memory (DC 17 to resist) on the githyanki in front of me.
Jindl 04-27-05, 09:23 AM	(SR: 3 +3 vs SR ??, pass. Will: 12 +?? vs DC 17, fails. Unconscious, blinded and stunned.) As the blinding colors subsided, Rook can see the githyanki lying on the ground unconscious. The two daggers he held are on the ground beside him, his hands finally empty of weapons. Fyhir is next.
spasheridan 04-27-05, 11:16 AM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpgFyhir finally muscles himself upright, and then reaches up to Horse's saddle and raises himself into it. Astride his mighty warhorse, Fyhir grasps his DeepCrystal Greataxe with both hands and lets out a mighty yell "Dunthair Graakter Greanto!", his ancestral dwarven battlecry.
Jindl 04-27-05, 02:26 PM	Rook finally recovers his vision, as the glittering particles that cover himself, Fyhir, and the horse fade from view. Unfortunately, his invisibility effect had already ended as well, when he cast color spray to disable the dagger wielding githyanki. The bodyguard, finally within range to charge, moves forward quickly, keeping his shield in front of him. As he nears the horse, he lashes out with his battleaxe at Fyhir. (Axe 12 +?? +2 charging vs AC 19 +4 shield <Ride 6 +6 vs 15, fails>, misses.) But the dwarf's many protections shield him from the blow. The githyanki witch follows after, approaching to within 35 ft, then casting a spell. (Spellcraft 19 +11 vs DC 16, pass. Reflex 10 +3 +2 racial vs DC ??, fails.) Rook recognizes the spell as grease, but that is little help to Fyhir, who suddenly finds his crystal great axe much too slippery to hold. And with another opponent in melee with him, Fyhir is dismayed to find his axe lying in the dirt below ... http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/MiningCamp_Grid_7.jpg Init 22 - Githyanki w/ tower shield: (7, 9), ??/?? hp, charging 22 - Githyanki mage: (10, 14), ??-3/?? hp, shield [??], blur [??] 21 - Githyanki w/ daggers: (2, 10), ??/?? hp, unconscious [??], blinded [??], stunned [??] 21 - Githyanki w/ chain: (8, 7), dead/12 hp 18 - Rook: (1, 9), 32/25 hp, 10/12 pp, inertial armor (+4 armor) [2 hrs], vigor [41], mirror image (1 image at 2, 9) [34], synesthate [10 min] 15 - Githyanki w/ halberd: (10, 13), dead/12 hp 15 - Fyhir: (mounted), 40/41 hp, 7/11 pp, force screen (+4 shield) [40], animal affinity (Str +4) [33], Rock (no focus), vigor [46], greased axe [??] """ - Horse: (bottom left 6, 8), 22/30 hp 11 - Gnome miner: (18, 4), ??/?? hp Rook is up next, then Fyhir.
Huan 04-27-05, 03:07 PM	Rook noticed the burning die away from his eyes and dared to open them again. Immediately he was welcomed to a familiar world of color and hues. Rook eyes then darted in between the two remaining foes. On one hand he wanted a vengeful shot back at the mage who just blinded him, but on the other hand it seemed Fyhir was in need of help at the moment. Putting personal feelings aside and opting to help his companion, Rook summoned a burst of necromatic energy into the tips of his fingers and blasted it at at the armored foe, praying that it would strike true. Rook fires a Ray of Enfeeblement at the armored one, then moves down to (3,13).
Jindl 04-27-05, 04:00 PM	(Ray 20! +5 vs Touch AC ?? -2 charging, hits <cannot crit as it causes a str penalty, not str damage>, SR: 15 +3 vs SR ??, pass. Penalty = 1d6+1 Str = 5 pts of Str) The coruscating ray glides soundlessly from Rook's finger, striking the githyanki with the shield and sapping his strength greatly. For a moment, it looks like the weakened fighter may collapse, but he manages to stay on his feet and still fighting. Fyhir is next.
spasheridan 04-27-05, 04:22 PM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpg'My Axe? That dirty mage! THis gith here poses no threat now, but that mage is going to pay' Fyhir thinks. Fyhir spurs Horse around the weakend gith and heads for the mage. As he closes Fyhir reaches for his belt and draws his last weapon, a small dagger. 'Dis should be enough', a dark smile crossing his face, completely hidden his beard. So, ride (free) draw dagger (move) and stick dagger in mage (fun!) and horse should be able to move and attack as well.
Jindl 04-27-05, 05:58 PM	Ignoring the weakend githyanki fighter, Fyhir rides past him and towards the mage. (AoO: 2 +?? +2 charging -2 Str penalty vs AC 19 +4 shield +4 cover <Ride check 14 +6 vs DC 15, pass.>, miss.) The fighter's weak parting shot isn't even close, as the dwarf pulls out his dagger and attempts to ride down the witch. (Dagger 15 +6 +1 mounted +2 animal affinity vs AC ?? +4 shield, hits. Concealment = 12%, fails. Hoof +6 vs AC ?? +4 shield, hits. Concealment = 75%, pass. Damage = 1d6+4 = 7 pts.) Fyhir's dagger misses his target, due to her fuzzy outline, but the horse manages to connect with a solid hoof strike. With a howl, the bodyguard turns and charges towards Fyhir, dropping his shield as he goes.(Axe 16 +?? +2 charging -2 str vs AC 19 +4 shield +4 cover <Ride 14 +6 vs 15, pass>, misses.) But in his weakened condition, he finds it difficult to protect his ward. His ward, however, seems more than capable of defending herself. Defensively, she reads from the scroll in her hand. Rook recognizes the shocking grasp spell by the casting, and Fyhir is already well acquanted with the effect, as the witch's hand begins to crackle with electricity. (Concentration 13 +?? vs DC16, pass. Spellcraft 7 +11 vs DC 16, pass. Touch 9 +?? +3 metal armor +2 flanking vs AC 11 +4 cover <Ride check 17 +6 vs DC 15, pass>, hits. Damage = ??d6 = 16 pts.) The electricity arcs easily from her outstretched fingers, jolting Fyhir once again with severe pain. With the other hand, the witch draws her dagger and continues to threaten the dwarf. http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/MiningCamp_Grid_8.jpg Init 22 - Githyanki w/ tower shield: (10, 11), ??/?? hp, -5 Str penalty [38], charged 22 - Githyanki mage: (10, 14), ??-10/?? hp, shield [??], blur [??] 21 - Githyanki w/ daggers: (2, 10), ??/?? hp, unconscious [??], blinded [??], stunned [??] 21 - Githyanki w/ chain: (8, 7), dead/12 hp 18 - Rook: (3, 13), 32/25 hp, 10/12 pp, inertial armor (+4 armor) [2 hrs], vigor [41], mirror image (1 image) [34], synesthate [10 min] 15 - Githyanki w/ halberd: (10, 13), dead/12 hp 15 - Fyhir: (mounted), 24/41 hp, 7/11 pp, force screen (+4 shield) [40], animal affinity (Str +4) [33], Rock (no focus), vigor [46], greased axe [??] """ - Horse: (bottom left 9, 13), 22/30 hp 11 - Gnome miner: (18, 4), ??/?? hp Rook is up next, then Fyhir.
Huan 04-27-05, 06:15 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook3.jpgRook's advancment to the female mage was cut short as his dwarven companion charged in, and he was thus a little dismayed as Fyhir was shocked quite forcefully in retaliation. But, he then saw that although Fyhir took a tremendous jolt, he was still up and ready to dish it back in double. That's one hell of a tough dwarf, he thought, as he turned to the furious fighter he had just crippled. Pulling out a scroll of his own, Rook then chanted a few choice words. Immediately twin orbs of force materialized around him, swirled in a circle once, and veered towards the atrophied githyanki. "Don't you dare forget about me," Rook taunted, trying to pull the defender away from Fyhir's back.
Jindl 04-27-05, 06:35 PM	(SR: 15 +3 vs SR ??, pass. Damage = 2d4+2 = 7 pts.) ZIP-ZAP, the two missiles dart forth, wounding the githyanki fighter. Surprised, he glances back at the psymage, for just a second distracted from Fyhir. Fyhir is next...
spasheridan 04-27-05, 06:47 PM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpg"AARRRGGHHH, Ye Dirty Mage" Screamed Fyhir, his battle rage taking over. Horse reared and trampled the Gith surrounding him. FYhir fought on. OK, Horse will attack the Mage until the mage is dead. If the Mage is still up after that 5 foot Horse to (10,14) and Fyhir will grapple the mage. If the Mage drops under Horse's feet any additional attacks will be on Battle Axe and Fyhir will stab him with his dagger (I still have my focus, so burn it to take Battle Axe out).
Jindl 04-27-05, 09:45 PM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpg(Ride 5 +6 vs DC 10 fight with warhorse, pass. Hoof 14 +6, Hoof 8 +6, Bite 12 +1 vs AC ?? +4 shield, 1 hit. Concealment = 94%, pass. Damage = 1d6+4 = 10 pts.) Fyhir gives the horse the reigns for a moment, and the wartrained mount attacks the mage again, hitting once with a heavy hoof. Seeing the mage withstand yet another strike, Fyhir attempts to deal with her with another tactic. "Hey! Wanna wrassle?" the dwarf holler's leaping from his mount towards the witch. (AoO: Dagger 12 +?? vs AC 19 +4 shield, miss. Grapple Touch: 16 +6 +2 animal affinity +1 mounted vs Touch AC ??, hits. Concealment = 84%, pass. Grapple: Fyhir 11 +5 vs GithMage 1! +??, pass. Damage = 1d3+5 subdual = 8 subdual.) Of course, whether she wanted to wrestle or not had little bearing on the situation. The dwarf wanted to grapple, and so the witch found herself in a grapple. And as he put the squeeze on her, the githyanki mage felt her consciousness slip into inky blackness. Meanwhile, the fighter turns and charges for the psymage who had twice weakened him with vile magics ... or at least magics that he thought were vile. (Image 1d2 <1 is Rook> = 1, Rook. Axe 20!, 15 +?? +2 charging -2 str vs AC 17, crits. Oh dear! Damage = 3d8+?? = 20 pts.) And with a rage perhaps borne of endless servitude to another psionic mage, the fighter strikes Rook a nearly fatal blow. Indeed, the elf only survived thanks to his previous psionically enhanced vigor. Meanwhile the githyanki dagger wielder began to stir, and Rook knew that it would only be a few more seconds before he would regain consciousness... http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/MiningCamp_Grid_9.jpg Init 22 - Githyanki w/ tower shield: (4, 12), ??-7/?? hp, -5 Str penalty [38], charging 22 - Githyanki mage: (10, 14), ??-20/?? hp + 8 subdual, shield [??], blur [??], unconscious 21 - Githyanki w/ daggers: (2, 10), ??/?? hp, unconscious [??], blinded [??], stunned [??] 21 - Githyanki w/ chain: (8, 7), dead/12 hp 18 - Rook: (3, 13), 12/25 hp, 10/12 pp, inertial armor (+4 armor) [2 hrs], mirror image (1 image) [34], synesthate [10 min] 15 - Githyanki w/ halberd: (10, 13), dead/12 hp 15 - Fyhir: (mounted), 24/41 hp, 7/11 pp, force screen (+4 shield) [40], animal affinity (Str +4) [33], Rock (no focus), vigor [46], greased axe [??] """ - Horse: (bottom left 9, 13), 22/30 hp 11 - Gnome miner: (18, 4), ??/?? hp Rook is up next, then Fyhir.
Huan 04-27-05, 11:48 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpgRook's eyes bulged and blanked for a second as his psionic shield split under the hit and his vitality ward shattered. He coughed once, then gagged blood as he stepped back, forcing himself away from the hulking axer. He closed his eyes and his vision strained to return to normal. He breathed heavily, but found it a little hard from the fresh gash across his chest and robes. He exhaled and settled on remaining focused, as the blow knocked him hard, but he was still far from out. "Is that all you've got?" Rook said with a strained chuckle, still needlessly badgering the fighter, and hoping to break his concentration and see him slip up. He looked from the axe-wielder to behind him, looking directly at Fyhir. He glared at the dwarf with eyes that seemed to communicate Take him down. Rook will 5 ft adjust up to (3,12) and delay until after Fyhir's turn.
spasheridan 04-28-05, 12:02 AM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpg"Hang on Laddie, I'll be der in just a tic!" Fyhir shouted as he kicked Horse into action. Fyhir and Horse charge down the side of the building at the last standing gith's back. Charge, psychic weapon from dagger, and a hoof from horse. Flanking, charging, mounted and his chargine... please no more ones!
Jindl 04-28-05, 09:12 AM	(Well, not flanking since Rook has no weapon drawn to threaten him ... but: Dagger 19, 5 +6 +1 mounted +2 animal affinity +2 charging vs AC ?? -2 charging, crits. Damage = 2d4+10+2d6 psionic weapon = 17 pts.) Fyhir rides forward, imbuing his dagger with psionic energy, and driving it home into the githyanki fighter. The already wounded warrior drops to the ground, instantly slain.
Huan 04-28-05, 09:59 AM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpgRook smiled at Fyhir, "Superb job, Fyhir, and thank you," he said, as he then remembered the stirring dagger-thrower from earlier, "and we are almost done here. What do you say we ask this last fellow a few questions after waking him up, hm?" And with that Rook took out his bow out and then an single arrow. He tested the string and lined up a shot to the fallen foe, finding the stationary target a little harder to hit given him lying down. But he fired at the fallen githyanki anyway, hoping to only cripple it further and prevent it from running away, or possibly lie to them (if it cooperated). Rook will advance towards the fallen githyanki while drawing his bow and firing.
Jindl 04-28-05, 11:01 AM	(Bow 12 +5 vs AC 10 +3 armor -5 dex +4 prone, hit. Damage = 1d8 = 6 pts.) Rook's arrow pierced the unconscious githyanki in the chest, causing blood to well up around the shaft sticking out of the studded leather armor. The gnome miner, meanwhile, lets out a cheer that his captors are defeated. But then, uncertain of your intentions, he muffles the sound by covering his mouth with his hands, and ducks out of sight behind a large stone. As Rook suggests questioning the survivors, Fyhir realizes that the githyanki mage is not dead either, merely unconscious from the wrestling hold he inflicted on her earlier. A simple cure spell could bring her conscious... http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/MiningCamp_Grid_10.jpg Init 22 - Githyanki mage: (10, 14), ??-20/?? hp + 8 subdual, shield [??], blur [??], unconscious [?? hrs] 21 - Githyanki w/ daggers: (2, 10), ??-6/?? hp, unconscious [??], blinded [??], stunned [??] 15 - Fyhir: (mounted), 24/41 hp, 7/11 pp, force screen (+4 shield) [40], animal affinity (Str +4) [33], Rock (no focus), vigor [46], greased axe [??], no focus """ - Horse: (bottom left 5, 13), 22/30 hp 14 - Rook: (2, 11), 12/25 hp, 10/12 pp, inertial armor (+4 armor) [2 hrs], mirror image (1 image) [34], synesthate [10 min] 11 - Gnome miner: (18, 4), ??/?? hp Fyhir is up next, then Rook.
spasheridan 04-28-05, 02:14 PM	Fyhir downs a potion of CLW
Huan 04-29-05, 11:40 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpgRook noted the female mage, and felt that she likely had enough superior intellect to be of more use to them than this hazardous dagger-thrower (se was an effective caster, after all). Lining up a point-blank shot at the fallen foe. He felt a swift death was better than a gruesome, slow one, anyway... "Fyhir," he called out to his companion, "Let's question this female mage instead. I am curious to know why they attacked us unprovoked, their connection is to the malevolent forces here, and the purposes thereof ... but let's be careful. Let's remove all magical items, weapons, and pouches for spell components before rousing her.... and good gnome, sir!" He obviously aimed this shout and hail at the gnome in the distance, "Your peril has subsided as our mutual assailants have met their match. Pray, come closer so we may briefly discuss the situation at hand..." Rook will CDG with the bow, then shout out peacefully to the gnome.
Jindl 04-30-05, 11:35 AM	(CLW = 1d8+1 = 7 hps.) Fyhir's potion restores some of his vitality, while Rook's arrow removes any lingering vitality from the dagger wielder. (CDG = 3d8-6 <@Huan - Please note that Str penalties do apply to Longbow damage> = 7 pts. Fort 6 +?? vs DC 17, fails.) http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/gnome_small.jpg As the both of you move towards the fallen mage to begin disarming her, the gnome begins to respond to your declarations of friendship. Cautiously he moves towards you, observing as you remove the mage's remaining scroll, spell component pouch, and dagger. Finally he muster's enough courage to stutter out, "Th-th-thank you." Post Battle Status: Githyanki mage: ??-20/?? hp + 8 subdual, unconscious [?? hrs] Fyhir: 27/41 hp, 7/11 pp Horse: 22/30 hp Rook: 12/25 hp, 10/12 pp, inertial armor (+4 armor) [2 hrs], synesthate [4 min] I assume that Fyhir recovers his axe (which is no longer greased) and his lance. It is likely that your conversation with the gnome as well as searching the dead will take more than 5 minutes, so I am assuming that all effects with a duration of less than 5 minutes will end. I am also assuming that Fyhir regains focus for both himself and Rock. Note that when Fyhir's vigor ended, he was reduced back to 20 hps +7 hps from the potion: clw. Please detail any actions you wish to take while searching the githyanki, including using a detect magic, read magic on the scroll, etc.
spasheridan 04-30-05, 01:31 PM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpgFyhir quickly strips the unconscious mage of her equipment. He binds her hands, blindfolds her, and gags her with whatever is handy. Rock climbs down from Fyhirs pouch to stand watch over the prisoner. Fyhir then heals himself again with a powerstone of body adjustment (ml5). With the immediate concerns taken care of, he turns to the gnome. "Hail, rock brother. I am FYhir, and this is Rook. Are you well, can I get you anything?" Fyhir rummages through Horse's pack for an ale and some rations. Handing them to the gnome, he continues "Tell me, what evil has befallen this mine? Are the dwarves who work here safe? Where may we find them?". Fyhir continues searching the battlefield and gathering his gear.
Huan 04-30-05, 04:01 PM	While he lets Fyhir handle introductions, Rook chances an opportunity to quickly cast detect magic on the area and see if there is anything special to note in the area. After which he then examines the scroll and attempts to read it unaided. Detect Magic first, and if there is nothing else, Rook will spend a round to use Spellcraft and try to read the Scroll.
Jindl 04-30-05, 08:07 PM	@Spash - Does Fyhir want to spend 1 pp to give Rock the ability to move? After binding the prisoner, Fyhir uses a powerstone to heal some of his injuries. (2d12 = 14 hps.) Meanwhile, Rook makes a fantastic discovery. The headband worn by the githyanki mage appears to be magical! So excited is the psymage at the possibilites the unidentified magic headband offers, that for a moment he forgets completely about the dwarf, the gnome, and the unknown scroll. But his focus is quickly regained as the gnome begins to answer their questions. http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/gnome.jpg "I am okay, thanks to you." he begins, slowly and meekly at first. But soon, in the manner of gnomes, he was speaking so quickly you could hardly follow. "MynameisBadger.Areyoureallyheretosaveus? Thedwarvesaredown inthemine.Theseevilpeoplearrivedafew weeksagoandstoleouroreandmadeusworkinthe mineandtheyweremean andtheydidn'tlikemybeetsoup.Butnowyou're hereandyoubeatallofthemexcepttheleader. He'sdowninthemine withthedwarves,sendingtheorebymagicto wherevertheycomefrom.Hedidn'tlikemysoup either.Wanttotrysome?" Next to puzzling out what Badger just said, deciphering the scroll was an easy task for Rook. With a smile, he knew that a scroll of see invisibility could indeed be useful in the future. (Spellcraft 13 +11 vs DC 20 =??, pass.) In addition to the scroll and the magic headband, your examination of the gang of githyanki yeilds a total of 3 breastplates, a set of studded leather, a towershield, 11 daggers, a spiked chain, a battleaxe, a halberd, and the mage's spell component pouch. Status Githyanki mage: ??-20/?? hp + 8 subdual, unconscious [?? hrs] Fyhir: 41/41 hp, 7/11 pp Horse: 22/30 hp Rook: 12/25 hp, 10/12 pp, inertial armor (+4 armor) [2 hrs], synesthate [4 min]
Huan 04-30-05, 09:58 PM	Rook will keep the extra spell component pouch, the scroll, and headband, heh heh. http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpg Rook blinked once and then once more, as he to sorted out the words, as soon as he did he looked intensely at Badger."Wait, friend Badger," he said, "this leader... what did he look like? Did you get his name? Does the name 'Nell' sound familiar to you at all?" The last few words were a bit rushed, and Rook found himself a little overeager to hear the response. His heartbeat started to pick up again, as he wondered what trick Fate would pull on him this time. After this, Rook will drink a potion of Cure Moderate Wounds ... to sooth the nerves and the wounds.
Jindl 04-30-05, 11:33 PM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/gnome_small.jpg "Nell?Nonono,I'venotheardthatnamebefore.I don'tknowwhat theleader'snameisthough.Theynever introducedthemselves. Theleaderlookedlikeatallmanwithabig silversword.Heusedmagic too,justlikeyou.Maybetheevilgirlwitch willknowhisname." Badger responded. Rook tucked the scroll: see invisibility and the extra spell component pouch into his pockets, while pulling out and drinking a potion to heal his wounds. In pondering the gnome's response, the function of the magic headband and whether to go ahead and put it on, and the possibility of finding his archnemesis here, Rook had almost forgotten about the still unconscious mage. As if he didn't have enough to think about... (CMW = 2d8+3 = 10 hps.) Status Githyanki mage: ??-20/?? hp + 8 subdual, unconscious [?? hrs] Fyhir: 41/41 hp, 7/11 pp Horse: 22/30 hp Rook: 22/25 hp, 10/12 pp, inertial armor (+4 armor) [2 hrs], synesthate [4 min]
spasheridan 05-01-05, 05:36 AM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpg"Aye, Badger, I would be trying some o yer soup! Splittin 'eads be hungry work. And it be thirsty work as well! Do there be any ale in dis 'ere camp? I believe the dwarves it belongs to would not mind sharin it with their rescuers, now do ye?" said Fyhir as he finishes sorting the gear from the prisoners. None of is seems to of exceptional quality, but spoils of war are spoils of war. Fyhir turns his eye to the mage, bound on the floor. "And this one, Rook. Do we be having any questions for it or should I be takin it's 'ead?" Fyhir asked, rubbing the edge of his axe with his thumb. Fyhir tucks a few (3) daggers under his belt and stacks the rest of the loot near Horse. I thought that self-propolsion was free for psi-crystals, it was an at will power for the master. Definitly don't spend a PP on it.
Huan 05-01-05, 06:25 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpg Rook let out a sigh, feeling let down as to having not yet clenched the true purpose of his coming here. Ah, well every cloud hasa silver lining, he thought, as he looked down at the magical trinkets in his cloak. He had his suspicions as to the function of the headband, but he was one to be a little cautious around new and unfamiliar things.. particularly magical things. For all he knew, it could have somehow been trapped for anyone but the user and activated by wearing it. Playing it safe, he tucked the headband on his belt and looked to Badger. He nodded, agreeing with what he could understand of the gnome, and then turned to Fyhir, a wry grin crawling along the edge of his mouth. "Keep that edge close to her throat Fyhir, I think it may be worth the time to see what this witch can tell us. There may be more dangers yet unknown to us in those mines, particularly of the sword-wielding fellow, and I think it would be in her best interests to divulge knowledge of that, to us," he said out loud to Fyhir ... and maybe she can tell me who the real identity of their leader is... he mentally added... If Fyhir complies, Rook will take out a CLW potion, feed it to her, and proceed to ask her above-mentioned topics.
spasheridan 05-02-05, 01:51 AM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpgFyhir readies his axe as Rook awakens their prisoner.
Jindl 05-02-05, 09:07 PM	Rook removed the gag and poured the curative potion into the open mouth of the bound, blindfolded mage. (CLW = 1d8+1 = 6 pts.) Sputtering, she struggles for a moment, then realizing that she is bound she cries out in rage, "GADFSD!! Dgkfs hfob dfksd!!" Still a little afraid, Badger takes cover behind the large bowl of soup, but still peeks around to see what you do. Status Githyanki mage: ??-14/?? hp + 2 subdual Fyhir: 41/41 hp, 7/11 pp Horse: 22/30 hp Rook: 22/25 hp, 10/12 pp, inertial armor (+4 armor) [2 hrs], synesthate [4 min]
Huan 05-04-05, 07:23 AM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpgRook kneeled down to face the female mage with a serious leer upon his face. He scowled at the witch as he propped himself up with one knee and asked very clearly, "I hope you can undertsand me here, because I am only going to say this once... either stop squriming and answer my questions, or this dwarf here gets to chop your neck instead of firewood... your choice, of course ... Mind you, we're only going to ungag you if you wish to coopeate, but if we so much as think you are casting a spell, I guarantee if Fhyir is not fast enough I will be. Now, I am going to ask you: First, What is the identity of you leader and he abilities? Secondly, have you or your band ever met or heard of a man named Nell? Thirdly, why did you come to this mine out of all other mines? Finally, who here was strong enough to block my divinations!? You had better be quick in your choice and honest in your answer, for I think I see a little bit of grease still on my companion's axe, and it might slip and fall at any time.... Nod if you wish to cooperate and we'll remove the gag." He added that last part with a bit of a wink to Fyhir.
Jindl 05-04-05, 10:34 PM	@Huan - I assumed you had already removed the gag, which is why she had cursed in the foreign language in my last post. After a moment, the witch begins to speak, in a remarkably accent free common. But her response is not what you had hoped or feared. "Foolish ones. Do you think that I will betray my master? You threaten me, but do you not realize that it is your death that awaits you. You and all who inhabit this place. My master has claimed this mithril mine. It is his, and so am I. You cannot stop my master. You are too weak to peirce the veil from one tiny portion of his power. You cannot stop my master. Go into the mine and find your death. You cannot stop my master. Slay me and my strength will return to my master to serve him forever. You cannot stop my master." The witch paused for a moment, and Rook began to puzzle over her words. But his thoughts were interrupted as she began to speak again, this time in the ancient and arcane tongue that commands powerful magic, "kaaah meeh, HAAAH MMEEEHH ..."
spasheridan 05-04-05, 10:46 PM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpgFyhir quickly let's his axe fall... a little to the left. The gith's arm should be in two pieces now, her arm cleaved midway from elbow to wrist. "Aye, lil lady. THis can be da 'ard way.. or it be da VERy 'ard way. Yer choice!" If anything other than screams of pain comes from the mage mouth, the other arm is next.
Huan 05-05-05, 03:18 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpgRook frowned, unfazed by this woman's threats. If anything, he was getting irritated with her ravings. "I admit you try my patience, witch," he said, "And as it seems death will be an inevitable future for you.... you master must be strong indeed, and if this is the case, then we will see to if perfectly that his fate be judged on this day.... but for you? Your path in Life ends now." He looked to face Fyhir in the eye and he stated coldly, "Let's not waste any time with uncooperative foes who deny the rare opportunity for a second chance ... honor her request for death and finish her. If her strength indeed returns to her master as she claims, then let us cut down the vile source."
Jindl 05-06-05, 12:59 PM	(Greataxe damage = 1d12+4 = 13 pts.) The greataxe fell heavily upon the witch, nearly severing both her arm and the font of power that her arcane words were summoning. For a moment her expression held great shock at the wound, followed by a moment of extreme anguish. And then, as she slipped back into the unconsciousness of those whose death is imminent, a look of serene peace fell upon her features. One final word escaped her lips, "master ..." then all was quiet. ... The silence didn't last long, as Badger quickly rushed up to your side. "NowIdon'tnormallytalkbadaboutthedead,but shewasarealmeanpersonwhogotwhatwascoming toher.Are youguysgoingtogointotheminetohelpmy friendsnow?Thesoupwillbereadyfor youwhenyougetback.Ohplease gohelpthem.Themeanleaderisdowntherewith them.Whenevertheyfillacrateofmithrilore hegoesdownthere andmagicksitawaytohishome.Iknowthat's whatheisdoingnowbecauseMenchtoldmethat theyhadfilledanother cratewhenweatedinnerlastnight.Mench wasn'tsupposedtotalkduringdinnerandthe meanladygotmadand toldtheothermeanpeopletobeatMenchandthey didandhewasbleeding.PoorMench.Pleasego helpthem..." the gnome said and then looked up at you with big, sad eyes. http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/gnome.jpg
Huan 05-06-05, 02:16 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpgRook stood up and shook his clothes out. Another life has left this plane, he thought, friend or foe, death is death. He turned to face Badger with a smile, "I won't tell you not to worry, but I will tell you to place faith in us, friend Badger. We will deal with this menace and save your friends.... oh, and enjoy some of your soup later on, heh heh. Just be sure to keep it warm for us...Ready for a little spelunking Fyhir?". He nodded in the direction of the mine entrance. Rook will leave for the mine when Fyhir does.
spasheridan 05-06-05, 03:46 PM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpgFyhir leans down and wipes his bloodied axe on the dead gith's shirt. "Aye, Badger. I be wondering if you be doin a favor for me. Horse 'ere needs someone to give him a good rub down, maybe feed him some oats from da bag." Fyhir begins to loosen Horse's saddle and get him ready for a short stay at the mine. Once Horse is settled, Fyhir readies his axe and looks towards the mine. "Well Laddie, do we be ready?" As Fyhir steps into the mine he reaches into his pocket and triggers one of his (soon to be illegal) powerstones of vigor.
Jindl 05-06-05, 06:50 PM	Badger seems pleased to have permission to pet the "prettyhorsey" as he would call it. While you work at unpacking the saddle, the little gnome rambles on about the mine, providing you directions down to the dwarves and to where the crates are filled with mithril ore. Presumably the latter is where you will find the leader of this githyanki group. From the directions you recieve, you have but a short trip of two or three minutes before what you hope will be your final Encounter at the Watchtower Mine. @Huan/Spash - Here is a status list for your PC's. Please let me know if there is any actions you wish to take before going into the mine. Status Fyhir: 41/41 hp, 7/11 pp Rook: 22/25 hp, 10/12 pp, inertial armor (+4 armor) [2 hrs], synesthate [4 min]
Huan 05-06-05, 10:29 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpg"I am indeed ready to go, Fyhir, and let us not take any chances," Rook agreed as he powered up another defensive green aura similar to before, "I'll start with this as a precaution ... we will see the strength of our foe, but I believe the power of our teamwork will prevail, Fyhir. Let's go!" Rook will burn his last ML4 Vigor stone .... and I suppose the two of us proceed down the mine... [the mage lady did not have spellbook on her, did she?]
Jindl 05-09-05, 07:14 PM	You didn't search the buildings yet, and she wasn't carrying a spellbook on her body. Deep into the mine the pair travelled. The way was lit by the occasional torch, which gave Rook's elven eyes just enough light to see. Probably only lit for Badger to see, as dwarves certainly have no need for light underground, thought Rook as they travelled. It took only a couple of minutes before the pair of heroes could see a side tunnel in the gloom ahead. According to the gnome, the leader should be in a room a few feet down the left branch. Silently they communicated with each other with their eyes and gestures. Hoping to surprise him, the two considered how to act next. http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/MineEncounter_Grid_1.jpg Status Fyhir (7, 31): 61/41 hp, 7/11 pp, vigor (+20 hp) [2 min] Rook (9, 31): 42/25 hp, 10/12 pp, inertial armor (+4 armor) [2 hrs], synesthate [2 min], vigor (+20 hp) [2 min]
spasheridan 05-09-05, 07:29 PM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpgAttempting to main stealh, Fyhir will try to hide the displays for his powers. Fyhir concentrates for a moment and raises a forcescreen, then forces his body into a battle ready metabolism with Biofeedback. Then he reaches into his pocket and pulls a powerstone of Precog-Offense and manifests it as well. Finally, FYhir pulls his stone of Precog-Defense from his pouch and manifests it. Perceptions pushing several heartbeats into the future, FYhir looks to Rook to see if he has summoned his own defenses for the battle to come.
Huan 05-09-05, 07:47 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpg Rook saw Fyhir prepare himself, and he too reached into the folds of his cloak to page through his collection of scrolls, but then he paused, as he knew speaking the audbile incantations for these would likely echo down the corridors of the mine and shatter their element of surprise. Heh, what would you do in this situation, Luken old pal? This is your brother anyway..., he thought to himself, and instead settled to mimic Fyhir's motions. Manfiesting as discreetly as possible, Rook gambled and took his time to eliminate any hints of his augmentation. After his physical reactions were heightened, Rook adjusted himself to his swifter motions and clearer body manipulation, and told Fyhir, in a very hushed tone, "You advance first, and I will provide back-up. A dwarf may draw less attention than an elf here, even though you may not look like a miner. If you see him and he does not suspect a thing, do whatever you feel is appropriate. I'll be right behind you... and Fyhir? Be careful..." As soon as he finished this he reached down and pulled out a powerstone. Since I suppose we have a little time, Rook will expend focus to manifest 1pp Offensive Precognition without a display, refocus, expend focus to manifest 1pp Defensive Precognition, refocus again, then ask Fyhir to take the lead. Finally, draw a Powerstone of Energy Ray (ML5).
Jindl 05-09-05, 08:57 PM	Quietly Rook and Fyhir bend their will to harness the inner power and that of the powerstones they carry. Focusing inward, each manages to hide the display of energy as each new power is formed, although each such expenditure of focus requires them to pause momentarily afterward. As Rook completes his last psionic enhancement the thought occurs to him, Oh dear god, how could I have forgotten? Nell can sense the expenditure of psionic energy! I hope he hasn't detected us... http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/MineEncounter_Grid_1.jpg Status Fyhir (7, 31): 61/41 hp, 5/11 pp, vigor (+20 hp) [13 rounds], force screen (+4 shield) [33 rounds], biofeedback [35 rounds], offensive precognition (+2) [37 rounds], defensive precognition (+2) [39 rounds] Rook (9, 31): 42/25 hp, 8/12 pp, inertial armor (+4 armor) [2 hrs], synesthate [13 rounds], vigor (+20 hp) [13 rounds], offensive precognition [17 rounds], defensive precognition [19 rounds]
Huan 05-09-05, 09:48 PM	Rook cursed his temporary lack of insight, but it was too late now. Likely Nell was waiting for them now, prepared and unafraid, like a cat waiting outside a mousehole for the mice to come out. Depsite what he said just now, Rook walked along the wall he was on a little bit, kept a sharp ear and eye out, and signalled to Fyhir the status of his progression. Rook will walk at half speed along the right wall, moving as silently as possible, and spotting/listening as best he can, until he reaches the (9,23) spot. After that, he will signal to FYhir if he notes anything, and for him to advance and take the lead.
spasheridan 05-09-05, 11:16 PM	Fyhir follows, his axe at the ready. The sound of his heavy plate was not something he could easily dampen. After Rook pauses, Fyhir continues to advance. All of my new powers should have a duration of 40 rounds, not 20. Fyhir makes a move and then readies an attack vs an approaching enemy (if I see nothing). Next round another move and ready.
Jindl 05-10-05, 12:04 AM	Several Move Silently, Hide, Spot, and Listen checks later... Rook moved down the corridor, quiet as a ghost. His eyes made out the shapes of mine carts in the darkness, and his mind sensed a buzz of psionic power around them. Yet he couldn't locate Nell anywhere. Confused, he glanced at the dwarf... Fyhir had tried to be equally silent as he moved along the edge of the mine shaft. Considering the natural creaking and clanking of his plate armor, he wasn't performing too poorly either. Ah, if only I twas wearin' mithril already he thought, wishing for the ease at which he could move silently in the much lighter material. His eyes had also already spotted the carts of ore, though lacking Rook's sensitivity to psychic phenomenom, he didn't notice the mental buzzing around them. However, his gaze did spot the topknot of a humanoid, who apparently was seated and motionless behind the carts... http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/MineEncounter_Grid_2.jpg Status Fyhir (6, 23): 61/41 hp, 5/11 pp, vigor (+20 hp) [11 rounds], force screen (+4 shield) [31 rounds], biofeedback [33 rounds], offensive precognition (+2) [35 rounds], defensive precognition (+2) [37 rounds] Rook (9, 23): 42/25 hp, 8/12 pp, inertial armor (+4 armor) [2 hrs], synesthate [11 rounds], vigor (+20 hp) [11 rounds], offensive precognition [15 rounds], defensive precognition [17 rounds] Unknown (5, 10): ??/?? hp, prone (@Spash - You can't use the ready action outside of combat.)
spasheridan 05-10-05, 12:41 AM	Fyhir waves his axe to catch Rooks attention and points it towards the topnot poking over the ore carts. After making sure that rook is aware of the foe Fyhir continues to move down the tunnel.
Huan 05-10-05, 09:47 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpgThough normally calm and patient in these sort of situations, too many years of pent of emotions proved too much for Rook and he suddenly stomped his foot down and roared, "NELL! RISE AND FACE ME... FOR WE END THIS TODAY!!!" Knowing their acclaimed stealth to be broken, Rook rushed ahead, hoping to face his long-hunted nemesis. He thought about the opportunity for a first strike, but he would not resort to hitting his foe in the back form the dark. No... he wanted the sweet satisfaction of crushing Nell here and now with his own talents.... and at this moment Rook's humanity soke out to him and remarked how unrefined and slightly cutthroat the last desire was... and Rook merely accepted that as the way revenge twisted one's soul... Rook will move to (5,16), and shout out to the figure ...
spasheridan 05-12-05, 04:08 PM	...
Jindl 05-15-05, 01:58 PM	Sorry for the delay. Now, where were we... Fyhir had waited for a nod of confirmation from Rook, after pointing towards the left tunnel and indicating that he saw only 1 creature. But Rook's reaction was much more than a nod. The seer finally lost patience in anticipation of facing his hated foe, and rushed down into the left tunnel, demanding for his enemy to rise and face him. Fyhir was stunned. He didn't realize the normally soft spoken psymage had it in him. He's got courage, I'll give 'em dat., the dwarf thought, admirably, as he rushed to his friend's side. But as their enemy stood from behind the carts of mithril ore, Fyhir wasn't sure who was more surprised. The githyanki leader rose to his feet, the pommel and scabbard of his silvered greatsword glimmering from beneath his dark cloak, and said with a sneer, "You must have mistaken me for someone weaker than you. It will be the last mistake you ever make." http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/MineEncounter_Grid_3.jpg Initiative 17: Fyhir (4, 16): 61/41 hp, 5/11 pp, vigor (+20 hp) [11 rounds], force screen (+4 shield) [31 rounds], biofeedback [33 rounds], offensive precognition (+2) [35 rounds], defensive precognition (+2) [37 rounds] 16: Githyanki Leader (5, 10): ??/?? hp 5: Rook (5, 16): 42/25 hp, 8/12 pp, inertial armor (+4 armor) [2 hrs], synesthate [11 rounds], vigor (+20 hp) [11 rounds], offensive precognition [15 rounds], defensive precognition [17 rounds] Fyhir is up. Then the Leader. Then Rook.
spasheridan 05-15-05, 02:10 PM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpgFyhir notices the gleam of the mithril in the carts in front of him. Yes, here it is.. but where are the miners? THe dwarves who worked this mine. 'Time to end this' he thought. Reaching into his mind he found the strength he was searching for. Fyhir walks forward for the Gith. Manifest Animal Affinity (str) with PP and move to (6,13).
Jindl 05-15-05, 02:47 PM	As you approach, the leader places his hands together and pushes them outwards, forming an arcane glyph with his nimble fingers. A burst of light surrounds his frame, as he speaks an arcane word, "Dextrakar!" The glow settles into a blueish shield of force which interposes between you. Smiling to reveal several sharp teeth, the githyanki takes a step toward you, drawing his greatsword. As the blade leaves the scabbard, it seems to transform into liquid silver, rippling and flowing from hilt to tip. (Rook knows he cast shield, then he steps to 6,12 while drawing his silvered greatsword.)
Huan 05-15-05, 09:30 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpg Rook's eyed widened, at first in surprise, then they subsequently narrowed in anger. What fool he was! To have let his innermost emotions fool him this entire time! But, self-reprimand could wait, as there was an undeniably strong foe before them now... he chuckled... a chuckle that was spawned from disbelief initially, but then carried a certain unnatural element to it... his short laugh ended as he shot a fierce glare the githyanki leader. He was a little tense at the precipice of an encounter, yes, but also thoroughly upset at being denied the attainment of a goal long sought. Try a Hideous Laughter on the Githyanki Leader from where Rook is.
Jindl 05-16-05, 12:21 AM	(SR 8 +3 vs DC ??, fails.) As Rook completes casting of his enchantment, he senses the power of the magic buckle and break against the innate resistance of his enemy. Cursing, Rook realizes that the more powerful the githyanki, the greater their resistance to magic. Oh, this does not bode well, he thinks as he watches Fyhir's next move. http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/MineEncounter_Grid_4.jpg Initiative 17: Fyhir (6, 13): 61/41 hp, 2/11 pp, vigor (+20 hp) [10 rounds], force screen (+4 shield) [30 rounds], biofeedback [32 rounds], offensive precognition (+2) [34 rounds], defensive precognition (+2) [36 rounds], animal affinity (+4 Str) [40 rounds] 16: Githyanki Leader (6, 12): ??/?? hp, shield [?? rounds] 5: Rook (5, 16): 42/25 hp, 8/12 pp, inertial armor (+4 armor) [2 hrs], synesthate [10 rounds], vigor (+20 hp) [10 rounds], offensive precognition [14 rounds], defensive precognition [16 rounds] Fyhir is up. Then the Leader. Then Rook.
spasheridan 05-16-05, 12:39 AM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/Fyhir_small.jpg"Ack, be done with this fool!" Fyhir screams as he swings his axe at the Gith's neck. Expend Rock's focus to make this a psychic weapon attack.
Jindl 05-16-05, 12:59 AM	(Greataxe 14 +7 +2 insight +2 animal affinity vs AC ??, hits. Damage = 1d12+7 +2d6 = 18 pts.) The psionically charged greataxe slices towards the githyanki's neck, seemingly on target. However, at the last moment the blue shield of force moves to deflect the attack. But thanks to his psionic abilities, Fyhir had already seen a split second into the future, and was able to adjust the arc of his swing slightly, allowing the axe to slip past the shield and connect. It wasn't as grevious a wound as the dwarf had hoped, but still he was pleased to draw first blood. Quickly, the githyanki takes advantage of the time Fyhir needs to recover from his swing. Summoning up more of his arcane power, the gish releashes a bolt of electricity from his outstretched hand, which lances into Fyhir's full plate armor, badly burning the dwarf. (Concentration 13 +?? vs DC 16, pass. Touch 8 +?? +3 metal armor vs AC 11 +2 insight, hit. Damage = ??d6 = 21 pts. Spellcraft 7 +11 vs DC 15+1, pass.) Rook recognizes the similarity between this shocking grasp attack and the one that was used by the githyanki witch. (Rook is next.)
Huan 05-16-05, 05:31 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpgAs Rook saw Fyhir's heavy axe cut into the side of the githyanki, and the dwarf get shocked once more in retort. I bet Fyhir is just about sick of electricity at this point, Rook thought, as he studied the githyanki's movement's carefully, focusing on him in such a way as to not only predict his next movement in time, but also bea able to intercept it easily. Rook casts True Strike.
Jindl 05-16-05, 05:54 PM	http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/MineEncounter_Grid_4.jpg Initiative 17: Fyhir (6, 13): 40/41 hp, 2/11 pp, force screen (+4 shield) [29 rounds], biofeedback [31 rounds], offensive precognition (+2) [33 rounds], defensive precognition (+2) [35 rounds], animal affinity (+4 Str) [39 rounds], Rock (no focus) 16: Githyanki Leader (6, 12): ??-18/?? hp, shield [?? rounds] 5: Rook (5, 16): 42/25 hp, 8/12 pp, inertial armor (+4 armor) [2 hrs], synesthate [9 rounds], vigor (+20 hp) [9 rounds], offensive precognition [13 rounds], defensive precognition [15 rounds], true strike [1 round] Fyhir is up. Then the Leader. Then Rook.
spasheridan 05-16-05, 06:28 PM	"Ghaar, ye tricksy skum! Ye be having the low cunning of da Ork and da stink 'o Goblin. Once me axe finishes with you though, ye'll be nothing but flower food!" FYhir yells at the Gith in front of him as he takes another mighty swing at the GIth. Spend my focus for another psionic weapon attack and take a step to (7,12)
Jindl 05-16-05, 07:16 PM	(Greataxe 7 +7 +2 insight +2 animal affinity vs AC ??, miss.) But the githyanki warrior was prepared for the swing this time. With a wave of his hand he brought the shield of force to connect with the psionically charged axe, causing a hail of sparks to burst in all directions. Then, in a dark voice resonating with evil he said, "Fools! Your strength is nothing compared to that which I wield. I shall shred your feeble enchantments as easily as deflecting this dwarf's puny attack. Grazark-Rai!!" With that, a burst of white-blue lightning leap from his outstretched hand, arcing directly at Rook. Horrified, Rook watched as the lightning shattered his enchantments, causing their energy to dissipate in repeated flashes of light, until he was left with only his synesthate power left running. (5 ft step to 5, 12. Dispel check 11 +?? vs DC 13 inertial armor, pass. 3 +?? vs DC 12 synesthate, fails. 17 +?? vs DC 15 vigor, pass. 8 +?? vs DC 13 offensive precognition, pass. 11 +?? vs DC 13 defensive precognition, pass. 14 +?? vs DC 13 true strike, pass. Spellcraft 7 +11 vs DC 18, pass. Rook recognizes the spell as Dispel Magic.)
Huan 05-16-05, 11:25 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpgRook cringed, as this foe was certainly a terror. He chest ached, as the tumultous shattering of his layered wards rocked him. Seeing fewer options before him, Rook looked down at the palm of his hand, and saw he still clutched his powerstone from earlier. Summoning back energy from scratch, his momentum disrupted, the psymage focused on the psyfighter and fired off a single deadly shot. Rook will sidestep to the left, draw a powerstone of Swarm of Crystals and manifest the Energy Ray powerstone (Electricity if he is wearing significant metal, and Fire/Cold otherwise.)
Jindl 05-17-05, 12:02 AM	(CL 14 +2 vs DC 6, pass. Ray 19 +5 vs Touch AC ??, hits. SR: 7 +5 vs SR??, fails.) At Rook's command, the powerstone crumbled into dust, and a ray of frosty energy lanced from his outstretched finger, hitting the githyanki square in the chest. From the look upon his face, the gith warrior fully expected to see a hole as he looked down at his chest. But as the mist cleared, his shock turned to an evil laughter, and Rook was horrified to see that his psionic power had failed to break through the fiend's resistance. "Muhahaha. As I have told you, your faith in goodness and right makes you weak. Convert to serve my master, and he will make you strong. Like me!!" http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/MineEncounter_Grid_5.jpg Initiative 17: Fyhir (7, 12): 40/41 hp, 2/11 pp, force screen (+4 shield) [28 rounds], biofeedback [30 rounds], offensive precognition (+2) [32 rounds], defensive precognition (+2) [34 rounds], animal affinity (+4 Str) [38 rounds], Rock (no focus), Fyhir (no focus) 16: Githyanki Leader (5, 12): ??-18/?? hp, shield [?? rounds] 5: Rook (4, 16): 25/25 hp, 8/12 pp, synesthate [8 rounds] Fyhir is up. Then the Leader. Then Rook.
spasheridan 05-17-05, 12:26 AM	Fyhir moves in closer to the Gith and wraps him into a bear hug. 5 foot adjust to base the gith, draw a dagger and try to start a grapple. If he's been casting spells is he still threatening with that big greatsword? He's been waving that hand around to zap us...
Jindl 05-17-05, 09:14 AM	He's been replacing his hand back on the sword at the end of his turn, each round. (AoO: 14 +?? vs AC 19 +2 insight +4 shield, miss. Touch 10 +6 +2 insight +2 animal affinity vs Touch AC ??, hit. Grapple: Fyhir 15 +6 +2 insight +2 animal affinity vs Leader 16 +??, pass. Damage = 1d3+5 subdual = 7 subdual.) With a low, animal-like growl, Fyhir rushes in, dodging past the silvery-liquid sword and grabbing hold of the githyanki leader. Twisting, he wrenches, punches, and kicks at the leader, connecting solidly and pulling him into a bear hug. But Fyhir's success was short lived, as he began to hear a low hum emanating from the leader. As the hum grew in intensity, the dwarf began to grow concerned. Suddenly, the hum ceased and in that instant the leader vanished, leaving Fyhir grappling only air. At the same time, the leader appeared with a small popping noise close to Rook. (Concentration 11 +?? vs DC 20 +4 spell level, pass.) Fyhir is now at 5, 12. The Leader is now at 6, 17. Rook is next.
Huan 05-17-05, 10:10 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook3.jpgRook was starting to make a move against the grappled leader, silently cheering on Fyhir, but then he saw the leader vanish. Instantly he felt cold, murderous eyes on the back of his neck as he whirled in place to look upon the presence of his translocated foe. A grimace lined his face as he suddenyl felt vulnerable with no wards or barriers up. "Aren't you full of tricks..." Rook said softly as he focused on the new location of the githyanki leader but not the leader himself. Rather, he forced free thousands of tiny shards of rock and gems form the cavern walls all about them and brought them forth in a field before him. Forcing his will upon all of them at the saem time, he shoved the unblockable wall of deadly crystal upon the leader, hoping this time it would strike true. Use the Swarm of Crystals Powerstone on him, then move back to (3,10).
Jindl 05-17-05, 11:12 PM	(CL 12 +2 vs DC 6, pass. Damage = 5d4 = 12 pts.) The tiny shards of crystal fly towards the githyanki leader, who throws his arms up in defense. But he is unable to block the onslaught, as the crystals shred the cloth from his chest and arms, leaving behind thousands of cuts. "Tricks? You have no idea the scope of my power..." http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/MineEncounter_Grid_6.jpg Initiative 17: Fyhir (7, 12): 40/41 hp, 2/11 pp, force screen (+4 shield) [27 rounds], biofeedback [29 rounds], offensive precognition (+2) [31 rounds], defensive precognition (+2) [33 rounds], animal affinity (+4 Str) [37 rounds], Rock (no focus), Fyhir (no focus) 16: Githyanki Leader (5, 12): ??-30/?? hp +7 subdual, shield [?? rounds] 5: Rook (3, 10): 25/25 hp, 8/12 pp, synesthate [7 rounds] Fyhir is up. Then the Leader. Then Rook.
spasheridan 05-18-05, 04:43 PM	His arms swung together over empty air, Fyhir grunts in anger. "Where do ye think ye are going?" FYhir asked as he raced over to his foe. Fyhi moves to the Gith and past him (triggering an AoO) then attempts to grapple the Gith.
Jindl 05-18-05, 09:09 PM	Sorry, you can't provoke an AoO from movement and still make an attack. Your attempt to start a grapple will provoke an AoO as normal. (AoO: Greatsword 16 +?? vs AC 19 +2 insight +4 shield, hits. Damage = 2d6+?? = 10 pts -2 DR = 8 pts. Fort 18 +7 +2 insight vs DC ??, pass. Grapple attempt fails.) The githyanki was ready for Fyhir's tactic this time, and his silver blade sliced into the dwarf. Luckily, Fyhir's defenses absorbed some of the damage and allowed him to shrug off the magical properties of the blade. "Be still." the githyanki commands, eyes fixed on Fyhir. Then shifting his attention to Rook he says, "Pebbles? You assault me with pebbles? Behold, what power my master commands." With that, his eyes began to glow with blueish radiance. Looking at the mine carts, several large chunks of ore began to rise up, covered in the same blue glow. Then with a small smirk on his face, the githyanki shifted his gaze back to Rook, sending the small mithril boulders in a hail of projectiles. One after another the heavy rocks slammed into the psymage, but as the assault ended, Rook still stood. Barely. (5 ft step to 5, 13. Mithril rocks: 9, 2, 18, 17, 8, 4, 6, 12, 14 +?? vs AC 13, 6 hits. Damage = 6d6 = 23 pts.)
Huan 05-18-05, 11:37 PM	Ugh... not my day at all... Rook thought, as he weakly crouched down behind the mine carts. But if he's not the master... then who is...? Regardess, he needed a little time to get back a solid footing in this fight, but time was something he did not have. Risking time now, as his own life was growing short, Rook quickly used the remains of his waning strength to heal as much as he could. Rook will 5 ft step back to (4,9), draw, and drink a CMW potion. He will also crouch down behind the carts (are they able to move?)
Jindl 05-19-05, 12:07 AM	The carts have a footbrake which seems to be latched in position. The floor is relatively level, so once the brake was released you would have to push to get them to move. (CMW: 2d8+3 = 15 pts.) As he drops down to one knee behind the cover of the carts, Rook pulls forth a vial he had saved for such emergencies. Gulping down the liquid inside, he felt his own life force begin to strengthen. http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/MineEncounter_Grid_7.jpg Initiative 17: Fyhir (5, 16): 32/41 hp, 2/11 pp, force screen (+4 shield) [26 rounds], biofeedback [28 rounds], offensive precognition (+2) [30 rounds], defensive precognition (+2) [32 rounds], animal affinity (+4 Str) [36 rounds], Rock (no focus), Fyhir (no focus) 16: Githyanki Leader (5, 13): ??-30/?? hp +7 subdual, shield [?? rounds] 5: Rook (4, 9): 18/25 hp, 8/12 pp, synesthate [6 rounds] Fyhir is up. Then the Leader. Then Rook.
spasheridan 05-19-05, 02:23 AM	OK, now do the grapple trick.. move past, incur AoO, and grapple.
Jindl 05-20-05, 12:40 PM	(Fyhir move to 6, 18. AoO: Greatsword 1! +?? vs AC 19 +2 insight +4 shield, miss. Touch 9 +6 +2 insight +2 animal affinity vs Touch AC ??, hit. Grapple: Fyhir 11 +6 +2 insight +2 animal affinity vs Leader 19 +??, fails.) As Fyhir attempted to circle his enemy, the githyanki lashed out again with his blade. But his overhead strike didn't account for the low height of a dwarven mine, and the tip of his blade deflected off the rocky ceiling. The momentary lapse gave Fyhir the time he needed to grab his opponent and attempt to reestablish his previous hold. But the githyanki was better prepared this time, and skillfully applied a counter move to escape the dwarf's grasp. His attention again on Fyhir, the githyanki leader stepped back and raised his arm, forming his hand into a claw that slowly closed as if squeezing an imaginary throat. As the leader's eyes began to glow blue again, Fyhir felt bands of force surround his body, constricting tighter and tighter while the githyanki's hand slowly closed. Fyhir struggled but could not escape. As the bands of force began to bruise muscles and bone, he looked towards Rook for assistance... (Leader 5 ft step to 4, 17. TK Grapple: Leader 11 +?? vs Fyhir: 8 +6 +2 insight +2 animal affinity, pass. Damage = 1d3+?? subdual = 3 pts.)
Huan 05-20-05, 02:07 PM	Rook took a deep breath, taking little time to fully plan out his next move, which was very unlike him. He knew Fyhir was in trouble now, and without any sure way of defeating this opponent, Rook risked mental combat as he stood up from behind the mine cart and lunged at the githyanki mentally, hoping this would not be his last move. Rook will do a 2 pp Mind Thrust on the baddie.
Jindl 05-20-05, 02:26 PM	(SR 17 +2 vs SR ??, pass. Will 10 +?? vs DC 17 +2 greater psionic endowment, fails. Damage = 2d10 = 15 pts.) Rook's mental attack connects solidly with the githyanki's mind, bypassing his races innate resistance to magic and psionics and overcoming his will. Causing as much damage as he could, Rook lashes into the githyanki's intellect. As the mental assualt ends, blood begins to seep from the leader's nose and ears. But still the rigid force continues to constrict Fyhir... http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y95/Jindl/MineEncounter_Grid_8.jpg Initiative 17: Fyhir (6, 18): 32/41 hp +3 subdual, 2/11 pp, force screen (+4 shield) [25 rounds], biofeedback [27 rounds], offensive precognition (+2) [29 rounds], defensive precognition (+2) [31 rounds], animal affinity (+4 Str) [35 rounds], Rock (no focus), Fyhir (no focus), grappling 16: Githyanki Leader (4, 17): ??-45/?? hp +7 subdual, shield [?? rounds], telekinesis (grappling) [concentration] 5: Rook (4, 9): 18/25 hp, 6/12 pp, synesthate [5 rounds], no focus Fyhir is up. Then the Leader. Then Rook.
Jindl 05-24-05, 11:26 AM	(Okay, it has been a few days, and I haven't heard from Spasheridan, so I'm going to go ahead and adapt an action for Fyhir. Also note that I corrected some errors in the coordinates for Fyhir and the Leader's positions. The maps should reflect the correct positions of everyone.) With a combination of strength of will and strength of body, Fyhir bursts free from the bands of force surrounding him. Then, putting away his dagger, he readies his greataxe as he steps closer to the githyanki. Pouring his remaining psionic might into the deep crystal blade, Fyhir prepares for what he hopes will be the final strike of this battle. (Grapple: Fyhir 14 +6 +2 insight +2 animal affinity vs TK 13 +??, pass. 5 ft step to 5, 17. Sheath Dagger. Charge greataxe with 2 pp.)
Jindl 05-24-05, 11:41 AM	Sensing that the tide of battle is turning against him, the leader of the githyanki tries to escape from Fyhir's advance, back to the carts of ore. But Fyhir is ready, and with a quick swing, he slices deeply into the githyanki leader. As the axe connects, a burst of reddish psionic energy burns deeply into the githyanki's body, causing a devastating wound. (AoO: Greataxe 11 +7 +2 insight +2 animal affinity vs AC ?? +4 shield, hits. Damage = 1d12+7 +2d6 = 18 pts. Leader moves to 4, 12.) Nearly slain by the attack, the leader stumbles the last few feet to the cart of ore. Glaring back and forth between the both of you, he spits forth some blood and then says, "You think you have won, but you have really lost. The day is coming when my master will crush your world beneath his boots. Soon you will all be slaves to my master. Winter T'ok will rule you all!!" Then, as his last sentence echoes through the mine, the githyanki leader places his hand upon the nearest cart of ore and concentrates. A blue glow begins to envelope his body, spreading outwards around the cart of ore. Then, in a flash of blue-white light, they both are gone!
Jindl 05-24-05, 11:57 AM	Fyhir and Rook remain guarded for a moment or two, expecting the leader to surprise them with another attack. But after a couple of moments, Rook realizes that his last act must have been to transport himself and the cart of ore back to his home plane. The battle, it seems, is over. For now... I expect there to be more RP as the heroes liberate the rest of the dwarves, return to the surface, recieve additional rewards (the mithril ore), and travel back to town. But for now, the quest encounters are officially complete and xp/loot will be noted on the first post of this thread.
Huan 05-24-05, 10:18 PM	http://www.geocities.com/luken55/Characters/Rook1.jpg "Winter T'ok..." Rook whispered, tasting out the words and commiting them to memory. "I wonder ... what new thread of Fate has been split today ... and how many bew thread spawn from its ends...? This will require.. some research it seems. I am not sure I desire to leave this matter unresolved... nor let our atttacker run free. He is marked and one day I will find him... this I swear. He turned to face Fyhir, a smile opening on his face. He reached to pat the dwarf on the back, but he winced. He gingerly felt his left humerus with is right hand and was almost certain that it was fractured. A likely injury as a result from the crushing rocks earlier, no doubt. He instead reached with his good arm and patted Fyhir on the shoulder, "A well-earned victory for the day it seems, Fyhir... certainly something to remember for your inn later." He found himself still breathing a little heavily. The psymage leaned along the rock wall to catch his breath, but he still kept talking, "It seems there are still mysteries afoot here, Fyhir... but first things first .... let us check up on the status of Dugan's brethren here... down the other end of the fork, no doubt."