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[mastahcheese]

He's large and muscular, with no shirt.

[Remuthra]

Joe tosses a blast of Prismatic Spray in his face and run.

PUNY HUMAN! YOU NO TRICK JOE!

[highmax28]

((Dwarves dying of alcohol poisoning? Blasphemy! ))

It is a pleasure to meet you both, Frel Arrowwight and Bazaad Bomrekovich. If I may ask, what are some major temples and landmarks in the area? Once again, I am not from these lands, and I'm not familiar with the area.

And I am sad to say that you are the 82nd in line; I received news before I left that Urist the 53rd of Ancientbrew had passed on. If I heard properly, alcohol poisoning, of all things. I heard of the resilience of dwarves, but I must say, this made me ask a few times if I was hearing it properly and I didn't have snow clogging my ears.

((I also realized your temperature is below freezing point. How the hell are there ships if there's ice on the sea? Are these airships?))

[My Name is Immaterial]

((Salt water freezes at a lower temperature. Salt lowers the freezing point of water, which is why they use it to 'melt' ice.))

[Remuthra]

((That's why the Arctic Ocean only freezes for part of the year.))

[Cthulufaic]

((Not sure if I'm supposed to know what an Evoker is or not, however I will assume I am not one))

"I cannot speak for my friend here but I personally am not very interested in evokations, I specialize more in fundamental and archaic spells."  He cocks his head, "What do you need an evoker for anyway?"

[Scotsmen]

As I said, I care not what you believe. But trying to impose your belief on others by force is unacceptable, Arassuil says, gesturing to the men behind him. And I have no inclination to become one of these... things.

[My Name is Immaterial]

Bret quietly moves behind the strange men, leaning on his staff, watching and waiting.
Ready Action: Weapon Shift if the men begin combat or touch Arassuil.

[Bluerobin]

((I gave up the evocation school to specialize, but I could probably fake them out if I needed to, but...))

Robin nods in Garenth's direction to reinforce the question before he speaks up.

[mastahcheese]

Can't do update right now, but could someone remind me of the rules on prismatic spray? I don't remember how it works.

[Remuthra]

That should have been Color Spray, actually. Prismatic Spray is the high-level version.

It's a Will Negate spell which causes various harmful effects depending on enemy strength. Against 1-2 HD, it blinds, stuns. and knocks out enemies in the cone of effect for 2d4 rounds, then blinds and stuns for 1d4 rounds, then stuns for 1 round. It's an instantaneous cast, too.

[Bluerobin]

Full spell details : http://dndtools.eu/spells/players-handbook-v35--6/color-spray--2665/

Remuthra's summary looks right, though.

[My Name is Immaterial]

Bump?

[mastahcheese]

I'll update when I have some time, things are hectic right now, sorry.

[mastahcheese]

I'm slow, I know.


Spencer

"Did he now? Well, at least he died happily."
He sighs.
"As for the temples and whatnot, you'll find just about all of them up in the town center, where the markets were before the Wizard War. Blasted shame, too. All of them shouting out about their churches like it's a bloody county fair!"
"And the cults."
Bazaad drops his face in his hands.
"Back in the old days, we paladins we allowed to smite evil on sight. We had the right. Now... Things have changed. We have to actually witness them perform evil acts, or we can't legally do anything to them. We don't have 'Jurisdiction' or whatever they call it, anymore."
"The cultists now can go about town, shouting the names of their 'gods' and spit in our faces, and we're powerless to stop them now."
"Yeah, seriously, they make the actual respectable colleges look like idiots by association. The fucks."
Even the bartender has a disgusted look on his face, and then Frel's eyes light up.
"Say, you're from out of town, so you can see them, and you don't follow our rules."
"Um, Frel, I don't think-"
"We wouldn't be breaking the rules, we'll just... We'll be giving a visitor a... tour of the town. Nothing wrong with that, right? If they attack him, then we can practice self defense."
Bazaad looks over at you, unsure of what to say.


Arassuil and Bret

"But my children, you must-"
His sentence is cut short by an arrow through the back of his neck, and he crumples to the floor.
Bret's staff shifts into a point, and he sees a cloaked figure on top of a roof, ducking behind the rise in it.
The men behind you fall to the ground, gibbering to themselves, while guards start shouting and pointing at the rooftops.


Joe

Joe the Demi-orc rips the gag from his mouth and thrusts his palm forward, ushering forth a gout of colors.
[Will Save: 13+?=Success]
[Readied Action: 2+?]
Joe attempts to rush past through the swirling colors, and sees the man unfazed by the lights just in time to jump over the foot aimed at Joe's legs. He reaches the base of the stairs, and the man charges!
[Attack: 13+?]
The man slams into Joe, sending him sprawling to the stairs and dealing [4] damage! [14 remaining!]
"And a magician, as well? Ha! You'll earn me quite the fortune!"


Robin and Garenth

"Just want to know which one to shoot first, is all."
He aims at Robin!
[Attack:1!]
The bolt slams into the back of the chewing man's head! [3] damage!
Robin raises the Mage Armor he had readied!
"...Whoops."

[Initiative Rolls]
Robin: 7+2
Garenth: 13+2
Brown: 9+?
Chewing man: 9+?
Red robed: 8-?
[Order]
>Garenth: 8 HP [12 AC]
Brown: 0 damage taken
Chewing Man: 3 damage taken
Robin: 15 HP [13+4 AC]
Red Robed: 0 damage taken

Garenth goes first!