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iDnD: The Road Ahead
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Freston Jan 8 2006, 07:36 AM Post #106
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Falco:

The Orc never even heard Falco’s plead for fighting unarmed. As the bloodlust in Schwerts eyes seemed to scream with a voice of it’s own, and the fast, explosive motions of the Orc seemed to consist of nothing but raw power, Falco waited for the right moment to strike.

Schwert moved. A strike was imminent. Falco moved. He moved forward to grab the Orc.
(Readied Action: attempt Grapple when attacked. Step 1, suffer AoO)And Schwert responded by dealing a devastating blow with the torch. (AoO: Attack roll N20, confirm Crit 14, damage 1d4+0.5 str.x2 + 1d6 Fire= 16 Leaving Falco at -1 HP)

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OOC1: Sorry
OOC2: AC calculation: Base (10) + Dex (+1) + Size (-1) + Magic (+4) = 14
OOC3: Sorry
OOC4: This whole situation left me a bit in a dillema. Do I multiply the fire damage during a crit. I've ruled it doesn't when the torch is used to strike, because you are then not focussing on using the fire to maximum effect. When used to scorch however, I would multiply the fire damage. I think this makes sense.
OOC5: I do concider the torch a light weapon. The wood it's made from, and the general design, differs from a club. You add only half your strength modifier. It's also why it breaks so easily.
OOC6: I don't fudge dice. I've done that a couple of times when I was new to DM'ing, and it always spoiled the excitement. And when I told players afterwards that I had fudged, they without exception all wished I hadn't. I know you are of the same opinion Didge. And we both took in account the possibility of this scenario. You are now at the mercy of the Orcs.

That said:
Falco stabilises at -8
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Freston Jan 8 2006, 08:37 AM Post #107
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Falco:

Pain. Nothing short of intense screaming agony takes hold of Falco’s unconscious mind. Raging streaks of agony run through his body. Falco tries to escape. He moves backward a bit, and sees a face emerging. An old man. Deep hollow eyes. Pain again. Running nose. Blood. The cracking sound of a whip. The face again. An old man, with deep hollow eyes and a running nose. He’s skinny. He’s sick, you can tell. He even smells sick. And he is being whipped.

Falco sees more clearly now. An old man is carrying a heavy load. He can’t. He stumbles. He falls. He’s old. He’s sick. He’s hungry. He won’t survive this day. He walks a street. A town. Falco looks around. He’s inside a town. People are forced to carry loads. Heavy loads. Poor, sick, children and old people alike. All skinny, underfed. Tall, strong men in metal armor shout at them, whipping them.

Stench. Rotting meat, human waste, a dead horse lies on the side of the road. The street goes to a central square on one end, a gatehouse on the other. Falco recognises the gatehouse. He’s been here before. In a different life. A long long time ago, centuries it feels like. No! Not centuries! Minutes. Falco realises he’s seen the gatehouse only minutes ago. The watchtower, did not grow a tree in there? It is intact now. It wasn’t a minute ago. Falco realises nobody sees him.

Horns blow. Everything changes, even time itself. Falco sweats. He floats in the air. He sees the town from above. There’s that river again, through the middle of the town, with two bridges spanning it. Turmoil below. Armed men. The gate is closed. An army is approaching. Loud voices scream some sort of rhythm, which Falco recognises immediately. The Orcish war song, that led to his own demise.

As Falco floated through the air, he could only whiteness the battle below. The metal clad men he saw previous whipping sick and old people, where now driven back by Orcish warriors. They fell back behind the bridge. Explosions. The bridges crumbled, and fell into the river. On the other side, Orcs who apparently used boats to get across the river fought relentless. On this side of the river, houses where torn down. The town became alit. A burning inferno now raged where the sick, the hungry and the poor where forced to work until death only moments before.

Screaming voices of victory outside the walls of the town. Burning flags waving in the wind. Falco, with a shock, recognised the emblem on the flags, before they submerged in the bright red of the flames. It was the emblem of Omareth.
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Freston Jan 8 2006, 09:10 AM Post #108
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Akane, Gray:

Ah, good. Good. Arrhandir responded. But we must rest now. We have a long walk tomorrow. We'll head for Ithan. You can come with us, you'll be safe there.

And with that, Arrhandir prepared himself for the night.
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Shapeless Caren Jan 8 2006, 09:20 AM Post #109
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Akane set out her spear next to her, ready to grab it if attacked. She turned to the dwarf, keeping her back to the tree. She trusted Arrhandir, but not the dwarf. Wolf came over, and lay down next to her, and went to sleep instantly. Before drifting off to sleep, Akane laid her sling, loaded, on the ground next to her. Finally, she went to sleep, hoping tonight would be no nightmare.
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Falco’s mind drifted in the haze of surreal visions as he attempted to gain his bearings. His vision was blurred, and he could feel the dull ache on his left arm where he had been hit by Schwert’s torch. At least, that’s what he thought had occurred. It all happened too quickly for him to remember everything. He was in a ring, fighting Schwert, and then as he reached for the tall orc an explosion of pain. Pain was something he was used to, something he thought he could handle. But this was more than the emotional pain he had held within him for so long. This was physical pain, and he felt the ache of his arm radiate throughout his body, sapping what strength he had.

He tried to move, but he could not, his body refused to yield to his mind’s commands. Get up! He screamed at himself, but to no avail. His body lay there, motionless. Where was there anyway? Was he still in the circle? He could not tell. How long had he been lying here? Again he could not grasp the question, as his mind reeled from the events that took place.

Strangely the voices that had driven him to the course of action that he took were silent. They had apparently been shown what true power was. Perhaps, Falco mused silently to himself in his half-delirium state of mind, this is a good thing. He tried to chuckle, but his body went into spasms instead. And with that, his mind went back to the visions he saw of the emblem of Omareth. He could only sit there, and watch. Waiting for his body to heed his commands and uproot himself from his position.


OOC 1: Freston, I agree that fudging dice rolls is bad and I don’t fault you one bit for the rolls. Let the dice fall where they may. I enjoy the randomness more, and if that leads to Falco’s death, so be it. I knew all too well what I was getting into. Frankly, I was hoping for this outcome (granted I was at least hoping to hit Schwert’s once or twice first darn it. ;) ). This gives me more ammunition to roleplay Falco, assuming he lives through this encounter. It also gives me a chance to show Falco that he isn’t quite ready to face the problems he had as a child, and that he needs to grow up a bit more first. This cold realization will help cement to him that if he’s going to get things done, he best find help. *que the search for the other PC’s*

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It was.
Akane stood alone, dressed in strange garb. A rough sack-cloth dress she wore, and nought else. Alone, she looked round to see what else there was. Slowly, bit by bit, a red blotch appeared on the floor.Curious, Akane leaned close to it. Immediatly she jerked back, her head reeking from blood, and ash. Stone appeared beneath her, tiled as with a street. Dingy, and dirty gray, it look to belong to a filthy city. Next, walls appeared around her, they too gray, and dingy. They were also covered in grafitit. Looking round, Akane could sense something familar about the town, but she was unsure as to what. Akane began to walk about the town.
The blood rose in front of her, shaping into human form. Skin rose around it, like a desolate husk. Organs grew in it, through unholy power. It became a townsfolk. Witch! it cried. Burn her! Akane ran away, but more foul things began to form. Everywhere she ran, more became made. Till, she was trapped. Slowly they advanced, trapping her beneath them. Akane cried out for help, but none came. The bound her tight, and brough her up stairs. Blood ran freely from the axe block, and she looked upon her killer's face. It was She. She laughed, and descended to kill Akane. How do you like my, undead.
Undead, those vile things. Anger surged in her, begging to be used. It lit her veins on fire, and burnt her soul. Akane laughed, and an blasted an undead away, it remains consumed by fire. They stumbled toward her, and she blew them all away, one by one. Still they came, unstopping. She began to laugh now, nowing the end. As They surronded her, the image of her companions grew near. They stood, offering her help. She recoilded, and their contenences became like undead too, and They fell upon her. Last she heard, Herself laughing.

Ooc: Heavy on symbolism.
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Owen halted his pace at the sight of the armed men approaching. He assumed they were aware of his arrival and were sent as an honor guard but he made no suppositions. Slowly he knelt to one knee, rising his closed fist toward his chest, covering his heart in a salute, and bowed his head.

"I am Owen, of the church of Heironeous, from the city of Tash. I have been sent forth in search of the Venerable Mortwick and for whatever bidding Heironeous may call, may He ever guide my path."

He remained in his stance waiting any response from the riders.
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And there it was again. A second strange travling companion on his trip to Ithan. "Whatever touched her mind had better stay a damn far distance from me." Gray mumbled to Rat as they gathered soft mosses and ferns to sleep on. Hopefuly the girl had just had too much ale and fell off her bar stool a little to hard. Once a suitable makeshift bed had been pushed together he sat his gear beshide him and drifted off to sleep.
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Twin figurs stood upon the mossy grass. One, clad in drow armor, and carrying blade, the other, clad in a moss green robe. They stood, watching the others. You know we will have to kill them. No. They will betray us, and slay us all. So you say. And I was right. These may be different. No. What about rat? Hmm. He loves his master. You know this. Spare him, slay the other. He healed her. He cast Me out. So, me as well. Fine, spare them, for now. Yes. But leave them a gift... Akane stood up, smiled, and had any seen her, they would have though dark thoughts indeed.
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Falco:

OOC: Falco lives through the night, he's now at -6 HP and unconscious.

Thoughts, coherent thoughts, seemed to emerge from the shallow depths of Falco's unconscious mind. He saw the ring again, and Schwert. He wished he had given that foul smelling creature a good beating, although he knew his powers would not provide enough compensation for dealing with a large adult Orc.

And Falco slipped back again. Without knowing it, shivers of cold and the sensation of being dragged pulled him into a memory. He saw the carriage that was suposed to drive them to safety. He felt the sensation of being almost safe. And he felt the betrayal. Fire runs through Falco's body, as he thought back on that moment, the split second that was engraved in his mind. The split second in which he realised they where betrayed. It was the moment he lost his childhood. Not yet an adult, but never carefree and filled with more hatered than his young body could possibly endure.

And Falco saw the sky. The clear blue sky. Although he was very cold, the sensation of sunbeams on his skin almost burned with searing heat. He felt he was sweating heavily.
This is not a dream, Falco thought. This is real. And with that, he fell asleep again.
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Owen:

The horsemen draw nearer. Owen sees they wear the same unfamiliar emblem as the flag on top of the walls. A falcon and hills, seperated by a diagonal bar. The first rider, who has a feather decorating his helmet, holds his right fist in front of his left shoulder as a formal greeting. Greetings, sir Owen! My name is Kaldair, captain of Wallacs guard and enforcer of it's laws. Be welcome, we have been expecting your arrival.

The horsemen look disciplined, their equipment well maintained and of good quality. The horses look well fed, groomed, strong and healty. They appear to be one with their riders. By the way this formation of six horsemen turns, Owen can tell both men and horses are well trained.

Having invited Owen to follow them towards the fortress, they move at a walking pace. As they move towards the huge walls, Owen can make out the scripture above the gate. It simply sais:
Wallac

Four men, also wearing chainmail but with short swords hanging from their sides, guard the gate. Kaldair calls to them: We accompany Owen, cleric of Heironeous. Present him to the scribe for formalities, and inform Mortwick of his arrival. And, turning to Owen, Have a good day sir, we'll have a better chance of getting acquainted tonight if you care to join us in the tavern.
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Akane, Gray:

A deep grunting voice woke Akane from her troubled dreams. Drow! We are not far enough from them. It was foolish to sleep in the open air like this. Akane was readily awake. The sound of the voice of the half-Ogre resonated within every inch of her body. It was so loud, Akane feared it might wake the others. But when she looked, she only saw the dwarf. Rat and Wolf where gone, as was Arrhandir.

Gray's loud breathing stopped from time to time. He turned on his make-shift bed of moss and ferns. Waking up more slowely that Akane had, he too felt the absence of his trusted friend.

But not for long. Wolf was the first to appear, holding a rabit in his mouth. Joyfully he jumped through the bushes, greeting Akane, then Gray, then Akane again.
Then Rat came into the camp site, looking around quite content. He walked at an easy pace towards Gray, and crawled next to him.

Arrhandir followed after some time, carrying roots and vegetables.
Ah, you're awake. Good. I took the liberty to go hunting for food with your friends. They enjoy it. Rat has already eaten everything he's caught, found, dug up, and I fed him some more. Haha! Wolf has the only meat, he can teach us all a few tricks when it comes to hunting. I don't know what you're gonna do, but I'll be off after we have eaten.

With that, he sat down and started cutting the vegetables he carried with him. Somehow his motions seemed less flowing than they had appeared yesterday. Te deep, melodic voice he had, made way for a more forcefull decisive speach. He was obviously eager to leave, yet he also was more chearfull than before. A green fire seemed to burn in his eyes.
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Drow! It had been foolish of her to linger here, even for a night. They must leave now, before they were caught. Yet, she could not leave in a hurry, without alerting them to something was wrong. Yes, I too shall follow you Arrhandir. Let us eat, and then begon. Though Arrhandir, how far to the village is it? Need we forage more on the way there? I can too, as well as Wolf. Need we gather more food now?
Akane hoped that the village was far and at the same time near. Far, and they would delay now, but be safe later. Close, and they could leave now, but not be as safe. And as for food, sigh, it was going to be lonely forgoing meat...
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Owen sighed, he was here, in Wallac. He felt no more secure. The walls of this village were so different than those of his home Tash. He closed his eyes for a moment. He was in the hand of Heironeous, His hand here in Ithan. He was secure as anyone. He followed the guardsmen as they marched in perfect line and step towards this scribe.

He gave a slight bow as the captain of the guard or so he thought he was, headed off. He would not yet commit to anything as he knew not what his journey here was for.
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Owen:

The village of Wallac. Village, Owen thinks, fortress is more like it. Granted, within the walls it's more 'village-like' than it shows on the outside. From the gatehouse a cobblestone road, with a number of side roads, leads to a market square in the centre of the village. From the market square other roads lead to different sections of the village. The buildings are tall, and made from stone.

The guards escorting Owen walk in a steady pace towards the market. Five roads meet each other, and where they intersect a square is left open. Some merchants drive business here. Mostly trading food, or practising their craft. A shoemaker, a basket weaver. Surrounding the market are buildings, clearly bigger and even taller than the other buildings Owen had already seen.

One of the buildings has two guards standing in front of the open door. Owen's escorte lead him to this building. The two guards salut Owen and his escorte. Entering this building, Owen sees a spacious entrance hall, with chairs aside the left and right wall. The wall on the far side has a large double door in it. Two flights of stairs, one left and one right, lead to the balustrade on the second floor.

The floor is made from polished granite. The walls are decorated with wood, very soberly. Shields with various emblems provide the remainder of the decoration. One of the guards points out an empty weapons rack, and sais:
Regulations, sir Owen, forbid the visitor carrying arms in the village hall. Please lay down your weapons.
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