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[Harry Baldman]

In the new lair of Bernie...

Tom is about to voice his opinion on the grim proceedings that are about to happen, but then remembers that he has no vocal folds. Bummer, that. He does suppose that a minion who doesn't talk back might be more desirable in some circles. He heads out and looks for a weapon.

[Search roll: 5]

He goes inside the smithy and finds that there is a fresh bastard sword lying there for the taking! He grabs and admires it, then swings it around with both hands, then tries it with one. It's well-made and rather sturdy, a utilitarian weapon if there ever was one. You could kill a lot of people with this sword, is the idea here.


In the streets of Emlocke...

Luke, in his quest for wood, decides that survival should take precedence over preserving architectural values and decides to strip wood from a random building!

[Building choice roll: 3]

Well, one of the buildings around here has a second floor made entirely of wood. Luke proceeds inside after smashing a window and goes upstairs, then tries to knock some wood out!

[Strength roll: 1+1]

It turns out that walls aren't made to be destroyed with mere punches! Luke fails to impact it in any meaningful way and is forced to leave, feeling dejected and weak. If only there was a better source of wood around!

[Onyxjew944]

Pity the woodless creature, and take some of the logs lying around in the blacksmith's shop. There is usually a supply of coal and wood near a forge, as the fuel determines the heat of the fire, and maximum heat isn't always the best thing. Hand the wood, if found, over to whoever keeps looking for wood.\

((All this time obsessed over the medieval period seems to pay off almost constantly in RTD's. Glory be to whoever decided the norm of time standards is fifteen hundred's Europe.))

[anailater]

Thank the sworded one, gracefully accept wood, look for hammer in blacksmith.

[Harry Baldman]

In the smithy of Emlocke...

Tom looks at poor old Luke as the latter shambles gloomily through town. Feeling pity for the poor unfortunate layabout, he looks around for some wood in the smithy.

[Search roll: 1]

There isn't any wood next to the forge. No coal, either. Perhaps the forge is magical in nature? There appears to be a switch on it, after all. Tom decides to find out by pulling the switch!

He proves to be correct, actually. A fire instantly appears in the forge, burning at a considerable temperature. There seems to be a knob on the furnace as well, probably for adjusting temperature. Stupid mages and their proclivity toward using magic for everything!

As Tom curses this unfortunate set of circumstances, Luke comes into the forge, deciding to look for a hammer for his DIY project. Tom feels a wave of depression wash over him.

[Search roll: 3]

Luke finds a small hammer, good for hammering nails but little else. Good enough, he supposes. He is about to leave when Tom pokes him suddenly and points at the forge!

Oh dear. Something seems to be crawling out of it.

[Arrival roll: 6]

A woman who seems to be on fire tumbles out of the furnace!

[Woman fire magic roll: 6]

She instantly extinguishes itself! Her teeth begin to chatter and she shivers for a few moments before regaining her composure.

"Right, now what? There's gotta be a good place to hide around here."

[Woman perception roll: ?]

She hardly notices the two other people in the room as she thinks on this idea.

[anailater]

Hit her on the back of the head with the hammer, bring her to Bernie.

[Onyxjew944]

'Oh, dear. A heathen fire mage. No creativity whatsoever. Where's the fun in just burning something? At least have ingenuity in your elemental focus. I shall have to decapitate her now, shan't I? Blasted Josh the Necromancer and his soul magic.'

Decapitate or mortally wound the woefully boring fire mage with the bastard sword. Low slash, there isn't enough room for an over-handed chop. Both hands on the hilt, I have a bastard sword for a reason.

((I do know Bernie's name, I'm just calling him Josh. For all of time. I rolled a five on ignoring everything he said, so I'm going to make use of my ignorance.))

[miauw62]

((Magic'd.))

[Firelordsky]

Kill them, continue avenging my friend.

[Harry Baldman]

In a smithy with an unsuspecting magic-user...

Tom wordlessly curses the unoriginality in mages these days and attempts to execute a treacherous, underhanded sneak attack on the fire lady!

[Tom vs. Fire Lady: 1+2 vs. 4-1]

The blade flies past her head, making a cool, but somehow unsatisfying *schwing* sound! Probably because no blood was spilt. Swords love that, you know.

Luke tries to simultaneously clonk her on the head with his hammer! Have to test it, after all. He aims at the back of her head and swings!

[Luke vs. Fire Lady: 1 vs. 4-1]

He misses so woefully that his hammer flies out of his hands and into a window! A loud noise is made, attracting the fire lady's attention!

[Fire Lady's reaction roll: 5]

"Oh, hi guys. What's going on with you? Why is one of you a skeleton? And what's that horrible smell?"


Far, far away from Emlocke...

Vincent continues his acts of vengeance despite the fact that he already killed the one who tipped his friend! He's just a perfectionist that way, seems like.

[Torus of Murder roll: 5]

The torus swoops down and splits in half, hitting two of the villagers!

[Villager 1 endurance roll: 4-1]
[Villager 2 endurance roll: 2-1]

One is given a great big hole where his heart used to be, the other gets a kidney sliced out, it looks like. Both aren't very likely to survive. In fact, one of them expires on the spot, leaving a lot of blood and viscera on the other villagers to remember him by! Vincent sends another volley at the remaining 8 as he struggles to keep his altitude!

[Torus of Murder roll: 6]

This time, there is something unusual about the torus' flight, as it doesn't split apart at all! Instead, it just hits a escaping savage in the chest! The savage stumbles for a moment and Vincent thinks that something might have gone wrong.

He is proven to be wrong when the villager explodes suddenly, a storm of toroidal blades exploding into every direction! Vincent is disappointed to find that the blades only hit one villager, since that still leaves 6 to kill.

[Villager 1 endurance roll: 6]

Scratch that, 7. The one that was hit just tosses the blade back at Vincent, whereupon the blade proceeds to securely lock back onto his staff and reform the torus, at which point Vincent unleashes another attack!

[Torus of Murder roll: 2]

That is, he would unleash an attack if the torus hadn't locked on a bit too securely. He spends a few moments loosening it.

Spoiler: GM Note (click to show/hide)

((I do know Bernie's name, I'm just calling him Josh. For all of time. I rolled a five on ignoring everything he said, so I'm going to make use of my ignorance.))

Not in-character, you don't. Bernie never told you his name.

[Onyxjew944]

((In that case because I didn't hear a word Josh said, I will pretend IC that I heard him give a name, and that it was Josh.))

Clack my teeth at the mage and point to my sad lack of a throat. If she doesn't understand, then try to slash her in half once more, idiotic mages aren't really that good of mages, after all.

[Spinal_Taper]

"Huh. Well this won't be boring at least."
He continued to look on the bright side, as hey had through most of his life. Go and look for anything left alive. Bear would be cool. Squirrel probrably though.

[Firelordsky]

Continue killing them, aim for the men.

[Harry Baldman]

Inside a blacksmith's shop...

Tom tries to point out the fact that he cannot speak by clacking his teeth and pointing at where a human being's throat should be.

[Fire Lady intelligence roll: ?]

"You can't speak, eh? Maybe you can point me in the direction of a good place to hide in? Just in a general way?"

Tom considers this idea for a few moments. On one hand, he's kind of supposed to kill her. On the other hand, she might be useful in some way. Hm.


In the luxury inn of Bernie...

Darren seems unfazed by the fact that he's about to participate in a no-holds-barred magical battle of epic proportions.

"Huh. Well, this won't be boring at least."

"Now that's an attitude I can support in my minions! Go get them. All of them."

Darren goes out to get all of them! Whoever they might be. Animals, probably.

[Surrounding wildlife roll: 3]

He finds a fierce and grizzled-looking cat nibbling on some discarded food in one of the alleys. That looks pretty alive to him.


In hot pursuit...

Vincent, getting tired of this foolishness, keeps trying to murderify and homicidalize the fleeing people!

[Torus of Murder roll: 2]

Damn thing's stuck. You just don't get the quality you used to on these artifacts anymore. Lacking any other option, Vincent opts for the simpler murder method of high-speed beaning with a staff!

[Swooping roll: 3]

He slowly flies down to the villagers and starts to beat them with the staff!

[Vincent vs. Villagers: 1+1 vs. 4+1-1]

They prove too fast for him, however, running away before he can properly bean them across the head! Lousy little buggers.

[Spinal_Taper]

Possess cat.

[anailater]

"We''ll help you with to conditions, you ask our master for an alliance and one-way or another get him killed, if you do that and survive I'll be happy to be your assistant when this is over"
Nefarious sabotage!