Turn NineteenAh. -sips
*Mint Tea*- Updating a forum game before doing urgent semi-important paper due the very next day?
But of course.
Enjoy ya' limey bastards, I have to go research GIS.
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Players:
GragrarTry to speak to/understand Arken.
{5} You learn a small spattering of Dwarvish. Enough to ask him where you are and what he knows of why you came to be here.
JoshvBorkMy only hope is to KEEP STABBING! This time at his Throat!
Roar to the god of war, obliterate the human, target his arms first.
"God of war I offer you this human and the elf I slew a short time ago as a sacrifice, restore my body and my eyes and I'll sacrifice 1000 more souls in your name
Special circumstances demand I make some accommodations for this roll. This roll will determine the life of death of one to two characters. Therefore I will actually roll to see who hits first. This will probably not be emulated ever again.
Speed Rolls!
Bork: {4}
Josh: {1+3}
Are you kidding me..... Screw it. Simultaneous.
Bork: {3**} Bork manages to slice open the carotid artery and {3} manages to maintain consciousness for one more strike, this one glancing away. He falls into unconsciousness.
Josh: {3+3} Josh brutalizes one of Bork's arms into a meaty sack with his hammer and chops off the other. Leaving him a complete cripple.
Josh's God roll: {1-1+1+1=2} Vaarnien hears your plea and ignores it.
ValentineGo check out Ynot's fireworks.
{N/A} Valentine zips over to Ynot's explosive display and goes through his repertoire of "ooh"'s and "aah"'s.
Unknown HumanSeeing a bolthole and hearing fighting [4 for spotchcheck], head towards it
{N/A} Unknown Human walks over to the Bolthole and stands over the entrance, poised to enter.
KlausPut one of the bronze daggers in my right hand and exit the cave. Look for the animal I heard earlier.
{N/A} You rearrange your arsenal and walk out of the cave, looking about for the animal you detected previously, {5} You spot it nuzzling about in the tall grass, it's a Boar Sow. Wild but not hostile.
YnotI AM THE EEL MAGE, IT IS ME.
It'd be nice to notice something killable in the tundra. Why is it so empty?
{N/A} You scream out to the newly startled townsfolk: "[color=lime green]I AM THE EEL MAGE, IT IS ME.[/color]"
SUDDENLY POLAR BEARS. WITH FREAKIN' LASERS ATTACHED TO THEIR FREAKIN' HEADS.*
GrekKeep chatting with Darken, focusing on learning Dwarvish and teaching Arken...uh...whatever language I speak.
{6} You learn a small bit more of Dwarvish. You fail to teach him any of yours as he notices you already know Dwarvish, so why should he start from scratch and learn yours? Bah, no time to waste on such pleasantries.
BlenkBlenk finally constructs his ultimate creation!
{N/A} Blenk has done it! He has created a circlet of steel decorated with decorative nigh-valueless gems and enchanted to enhance his control of nature and earth.
A.I. {1} Sarron{1} You try to put out the fire, but only make it yet larger, spreading it to nearby trees. Smokey does not approve.
NPCs:
Arken{N/A} Peace friends, one at a time. I will do my best to answer your questions.
I haven't the slightest idea how it is you came to this island; but, I can tell you of it.
You are standing on the northern tip of Archon, one of the largest islands on Equus. We are in a small inlet just a few day's walk north to the Ocean. If you head to the south-east you should find a one of the three great cities of Archon, Morgana. Seek Tarsus, she will help you.***
Spot/Listen Check:
{4} You all hear the raucous shrieks/wails/screams/roars/cries/bawling/sobs/etc of pain emanating from a previously unseen hole in the ground. Ynot sees the tracks he has been following seem to lead to a small copse of trees ahead. Ynot also notices the lasers on the two polar bear's heads are made of plastic.
Status:
Players:
Half-Ogre
Standing in the Hut.
Clothed in torn leather trousers. Wearing
Please Name This Circlet.
Unharmed.
Speaks Common.
Adequate Healing.
Dabbling Nature Control/Druid.
Novice Terramancer.
Half-Dragon
Standing in the Hut.
Holding a
*Steel Dirk*. Clothed in torn leather trousers.
Unharmed.
Fire Breath.
Mighty. Flight. Immunity to Heat.
Klutz.
Basic Understanding of Dwarvish.
Yeti
Standing inside the Bolthole.
Wielding
Decapitator in Right Hand. Wielding *<<+Steel Bastard Sword+>>* in Left Hand. Clothed in torn leather trousers and Steel Vambrace on Left Forearm*.
Molten Slag coating Left Rear Calf. Deep Gouge in Left Rear Calf.
Missing Left and Right Eyes.
Slit Artery. Profuse Bleeding.
Speaks Common.
Mighty.
Agile. Resistance to Cold.
Low I.Q.
Maimed.
Blind.
Human.
Standing over the Bolthole.
Wielding a *Bronze Warhammer*. Wearing +Pig Tail Leather Rucksack+ containing two Potions of Cure Superficial Wounds, one Potion of Unknown Poison, and five slabs of Salted Boar Meat. Clothed in torn leather trousers.
Unharmed.
Speaks Common.
Eel.
Slithering towards a small Copse of spruce trees.
Clothed in torn leather trousers.
Missing most of Tail.
Novice Teslamancer.
Human.
Lying inanimate in the Hut.
Holding a -Steel Warhammer-(+2 bashing damage). Holding a (very) roughly cup-shaped piece of metal filled with ice. Clothed in torn leather trousers.
Weakening Cold.
Speaks Martian and Common.
Novice Telepath.
Novice Telekinetic. Thought Bubble.
Human.
Lying in the Bolthole.
Clothed in torn leather trousers.
Missing Stomach.
Broken Left False Ribs.
Punctured Lung.
Missing Right arm.
Mutilated Arm. Absurd Bleeding.
Speaks Swedish.
Mangled innards. Unconscious. Incapable of anything not involving your head.
Human
Standing in the Brush beside the River.
Wielding -Bronze Dagger- in Right Hand. Wielding -Bronze Dagger- in Left Hand. Clothed in torn leather trousers, Warm Fur Boots, Warm Fur Cloak.
Unharmed.
Speaks English.
Novice Sonic attacks.
Human
Standing in the Hut.
Wielding a
Massive Steel Strut. Wearing
Fabulous clothing.
Unharmed.
Speaks Common.
Basic Understanding of Dwarvish. Speaks Elvish.
Skilled Swordsman.
Rebellion.
Griffin-Human
Standing in the epicenter of a Wildfire.
Wearing torn leather trousers.
Unharmed.
Mighty.
Competent Two-handed Use. Flight.
Magic Resistance.
Ice Magic Weakness.
Pleasantly Warm.
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Dwarf.
Digging in the Snow in search of Bolthole.
Wielding Iron Mace. Holding wooden knife. Clothed fully in leather clothing and one Steel Pauldron on Left Shoulder.
Moderate Burns covering entire face.
Deep Gouge in Left Shoulder.
Speaks Dwarvish.
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http://linkery.tumblr.com/post/35081486885/sound-bite-001**: Yes, a three does get an artery slit. You have figure he can't miss, there are three major blood vessels that are directly in his sights, and you are bent forward, the perfect stance for a slit throat.
***: I know, if you two know little of Dwarvish then why does the mountain hick sound like a well-spoken gentlemen? Well, I don't feel like saying all that in caveman and it would be counterproductive anyway. Acceptable break from reality.
By the way, all of Bork's weapons were dropped because of his newly mangled state. Happy looting!
If there are any problems with this, that would be because it is rushed. Please state them, but by problems I mean typos or screw ups in the statuses, not griping about how rolls turned out.
You two know who you are.
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