Turn 5
God's mercy-the eclipse is fading now, and we can light the candles...curse the darkness. Duratan/TarranDuratan was able to meet his brothers gaze for moment...then he dropped his head, relenting from the combat. Dandrauth relents as well, without hesitation. Daornmal let out a victorious snort, and turned and began dragging the meat back to his nest.
Duratan was forced to bow his head and retreat. Humility is such a bitter pill to swallow at that young age. Dandrauth tries to cheer up his brother-trying to emulate his Duratans clawing motions and nodding, as if to say "Good try!"
Together, they go back visit
Anyur, who is more busy now. She's having some sort of quiet argument with a
Halos."The Wyrmlings are too young, Halos...""I wasn't. They need to to learn strength-and leadership. Your books and words can be saved for later-when they can defend themselves.""It's just that..."She notices her two young, standing quietly to one side
"Oh? I guess you had an argument with your brother over the food?""And, by the look of him, he lost.""Halos, please...let me tend to your wounds, little dear.""My Father wound have let the wounds stay...and left the lesson with you...but, I am far better to my children he ever was." You hear Halos say, slightly under his breath, with a bit of a quaver. It's totally unlike how he normally speaks.
Anyur makes some arcane gestures with her claw, as it stitching a torn shirt, and Duratans wounds close, leaving only a fresh pink weal. Mother Magic is amazing! Then she reaches across the room, where some fat cows are being stored in a pen. She breaks its neck and drops it to at your feet.
"There-now, make sure you get your fill. Keep us your strength, the both of you."Together, Dandrauth and Duratan take the cow back to the nesting area. Daornmal has already got to work demolishing his meal.
Duratan is about to take a well earned bite, when he spots Darrzun-the tusked one- approaching. He seems afraid of all the other Wyrmlings, and is visibly trying to work up the courage to approach one of you and ask if he can share.
Health: Moderately wounded (56/56 HP) *light scar across belly, fading and healing, light scar across face, fading and healing*
Gender: Male
Hunger: Not Hungry
Age: 1, Wyrmling
Stats
Strength: 60. Recent: +0.
Agility: 65. Recent: +0.
Intelligence: 70. Recent:+0.
Toughness: 80. Recent: +0.
Charisma: 80. Recent: +0
Traits
Natural Leader: If Duratan is giving orders, and suceeds at a task himself, all others gain a +1 bonus to that task or the first combat round as well-but if he fails, they get a negative 2.
Roll Bonuses
Strength: +0
Agility: +0
Intelligence: +1
Toughness: +2
Charisma: +0
Misc.
Fame: 0. Recent: 0.
Trustworthiness: 50. Recent: 0.
Cruelty: 45. Recent: 0.
Evilness: 65. Recent: 0.
Intimidation: 75.Recent: 0
Relations
Mother/ Anyur : Beloved
Father/Halos :Respected -
Brother/ Darrzun : Respected
Brother/ Dandrauth : Respected +
Brother/ Daornnmal : Indifferent -
Uncle/Vaer'cog : Despised
Cult of Anyur :Beloved
Wealth
Gold: None
Artifacts: None
Holdings: None, Living in Mothers Den
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Agaronix/IronyOwlAgaronix tries a different tack with his sister...
(Charisma 4-1=3)
She seems a little bit surprised, herself. She settles down...Amarugx visibly relaxes, for as moment and tries to talk with you, and most of her words and actions are not that difficult to decipher.
"Amarugx...first...you last...why....you...shine sister...steal....mother....? Abusk...not shine..."Well...Agaronix thinks back. Amarugx is the largest of them-it's likely she was the first one born from the egg, and recieved the full glowing attention of Anyur. Then, you and your sister were born...and Amarugx felt like you had stolen something from her.
It's clear Amarugx resents the additional attention your mother pays to you now-though you doubt she intentionally neglects Amarugx, you do command more attention...how you handle the situation now can possibly avert a feud in the future-feelings earned during this time in your life will stay with you until long into adulthood.
Before you can respond, you small an odd thing, bitter tang in the air of the cave, like tainted water...
Health: Minorly wounded (49/52 HP) *bruised all over*
Gender: Male
Hunger: Hungry
Age: 1, Wyrmling
Stats
Strength: 65. Recent: +0.
Agility: 35. Recent: +0.
Intelligence: 55. Recent:+0.
Toughness: 65. Recent: +0.
Charisma: 95. Recent: +0.
Roll Bonuses
Strength: +0
Agility: +0
Intelligence: +0
Toughness: +0
Charisma: +2
Misc
Fame: 0. Recent: 0.
Trustworthiness: 50. Recent: 0.
Cruelty: 50. Recent: 0.
Evilness: 70. Recent: 0.
Intimidation: 80. Recent: 0
Relations
Mother/ Acilerex : Respected
Father/ Death Stalker : Respected
Sister/ Alvrea :Player!
Sister/ Abdusk : Respected +
Sister/ Amarugx : Indifferent
Wealth
Gold: None
Artifacts: None
Holdings: None, Living in Mothers Den
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DraigneanDraignean scuttled toward the middle one-with the scales-making sure to pick up speed and keep his deadly horns down...
Full Battle, 6 combat rounds)
Enemy Stats
Point25/25 HP
Sword Cut, 1d10 Damage (Slashing)
Armored: 3
No stat mod
Arrow15/15 HP
Shoot, 2d4 Damage (Ranged, pierce)
Mace Bash. 1d5 Damage (Melee)
-2 to all stats
Club15/15 HP
Mace Bash. 1d5 Damage (Melee)
-2 to all stats
Pre-Round
*Ambush, Attacking, Ram* Draignean Str roll 4+2=6, 5, 5, 6, 5
vs
*Defending* Point Agi roll 6, 5, 5, 6, 4
Point is struck! 2d10 damage=6+8-3=11
Round 1
(Intiative rolls!
1 Draigean 1d6+1=3, 1
2. Arrow 1d6-2=3, 4)
3. Club 1d6-2=0)
4.Point 1d6=3, 2)
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*Attacking* Arrow Agi roll 2-2=0, auto miss
---
*Attacking* Point Str roll 6, power attack! +100% damage to next attack
vs
*Defending* Draignean Agi roll 6+1=7
Draignean perfect dodge!, +1 str, +50% damage to next attack
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*Attacking, Tail* Draigean Str roll 6+2+1=9, ULTIMATE attack! +200% damage to next attack (Rolling two sixes in a row, on your defense and attack-giving you a perfect dodge and a power attack, gives this.
))
vs
*Defending* Point, Auto-hit
Damage 2d5=2, 3=5 x 200% = 20-3=17 Point is downed!
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*Attacking* Club Str roll 2-2=0
vs
*Defending* Draignean Agi roll 3+1=4
Draignean Evades!
/Round 2
*Attacking* Arrow Agi roll 6-2=4, power attack! +100% Damage to next attack!
vs
*Defending* 2+1=3
Draignean is struck! 2d4=1, 4=5 x 100%=10!
---
*Attacking, Mouth* Duratan Str roll 5+2=7
vs
Arrow, auto-hit
1d12=10
---
*Attacking* Club Str roll 4-2=2
vs
*Defending* Draignean Agi roll 6+1=7
Perfect dodge! +1 str, +50% damage to next attack
/Round 3
*Attacking* Arrow Agi roll 1-2=-1, auto miss
---
*Attacking, Mouth* Duratan Str roll 6+2+1=9 ULTIMATE ATTACK! +200% Damage to next attack!
vs
Arrow, auto-hit
1d12=11 x 200% =22, Arrow is downed!
---
*Attacking* Club Str roll 3-2=1
vs
*Defending* Draignean Agi roll 6+1=7
Perfect dodge! +1 str, +50% damage to next attack
/Round 4
*Attacking, Mouth* Duratan Str roll 5+1=6
vs
Club, auto-hit
1d12=8 x 50% = 12
---
*Attacking* Club Str roll 3-2=1, auto miss.
Club surrenders!
He struck the scaled one head on...and felt his horns punch through the cheap not-scales easily. Warm blood. The scaled point fell to the ground, gasping.
He watched as the others ones, barely able to react, fumbled with their weapons. Draigean turned aside and whipped his long tail at the mans beefy neck-there was a nasty *crack* sound, and the long point didn't move anymore...
Halnons booming laughter could be heard then.
"Good son! Not as slow as I would have preferred, but to each his own!"All the combatants-even Draigean himself, were a bit shocked. The woman was the first to recover-she had been slowly backing away, but now gathered her courage, and strung one of the sticks in her weapon...Draignean turned to face her, and heard a metallic *twang* as one of her arrows sank into his scalp, drawing blood, but it's point snapped against his hardened skull. The nerve of her to attack you!
He jumped on her next, tearing at her leg with his jaws...once she was down, he tore her head off. Pathetic Humans. They are so weak, they deserve to die, Draignean thinks...
The last one, the one with the club, half heartedly tries to attack Draignean, but merely falls back afer a vicious combination attack of Draigneans left and right claws. He drops his weapon...and falls to his knees
Halnon glides down, snorting and laughing. The man is begging...pathetic!
"Spare me, Lord Dragon! I've done...I've not done...no, no!"He silences the human with a glare.
"Cease your rambling. Face your death with honor, coward-your executioner shall be my favored son. The first of many, I hope. Kill him now Draignean...slowly."The man is helpless...at your mercy. Your sister has only just arrived...she's mad, but she also sees your wounded now...
Health: Unwounded (62/72 HP) *Arrow embedded in scalp*
Gender: Male
Hunger: Not Hungry
Age: 1, Wyrmling
Stats
Strength: 85. Recent: +0
Agility: 60. Recent: +0.
Intelligence: 20. Recent: +0
Toughness: 90. Recent: +0.
Charisma: 40. Recent: +0.
Traits
Dragoneater: You've dined on the flesh of your fellow Dragons...such an act will now never truly disgust you if you are forced to do it, or choose to willingly, and you'll gain extra, perhaps even magical benefit from consuming them. This is not a personality trait-you have no innate desire to do it, but this ideal will stay with you for as long as you live.
Merciless: You've learned how to strike quickly...and with no remorse. You'll always be eager to land the first punishing blow.
+10 Agility, +1 to intiative, +100% damage on your first attack when you win intiative.
Critical Strike: Your used to hurting things-alot. Your empowered blows crush the life from your foes-especially if they get careless, you can always find a weak spot...
Your first ultimate Attack in a round does double damage.
))
Roll Bonuses
Strength: +2
Agility: +1
Intelligence: -1
Toughness: +2
Charisma: 0
Misc
Fame: 0. Recent: 0.
Trustworthiness: 50. Recent: 0.
Cruelty: 60. Recent: 0
Evilness: 75. Recent: 0
Intimidation: 80.Recent: 0
Relations
Father/Halnon :Indifferent
Brother/ Harlauth : Indifferent +
Sister/ Hinduarth : Disliked
Wealth
Gold: None
Artifacts: None
Holdings: None, Living in Mothers Den
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Alvrea Markon'vie/HaikaRea feels the to explore this new ability...she locates her siblings hearts easiest.
Agaronix's heart beats steady, and occasionally spikes...then settles down again. As if his many choices cause him mixed emotions
Abdusks heart is small and strong. It beats at a perky tempo-much like your own, and your mothers.
Amarugx's heart beats erratically, but it seems to be slower now. You had the feeling that a heart that beat as fast as hers did before was unhealthy.
Deciding the nest can only hold so much, she begins to search...there are many small hearts-flying and crawling furry things, and slimy things that don't seem to have hearts at all. They're all probably good to eat...slowly exploring away from her nest, Alv'rea begins moving toward the smell of fresh air...it smells like...
Pine-Needles... a small voice whispers in her mind.
She move forward, making sure to keep close to the wall-at first, cautious, then a little bolder. she resists the urge to break out in a full gallop, for now.
As she reaches the mouth of the cave, Alv'rea freezes. She knows it probably wouldn't be smart to go further...but, the smells and sounds are amazing! A feast for the senses!
But, what's that in the distance? It's another heartbeat-sort of like your brother Agaronix's...but much stronger.
THUMP-ka! THUMP-ka! THUMP-ka! THUMP-ka-THUMP! THUMP-ka! THUMP-ka! THUMP-ka! THUMP-ka-THUMP!It scares you. Now you can detect another scent on the wind...It's...
Swampwater....the voice says. What's a swamp?
Health: Unwounded (28/28 HP)
Blind, Cannot see normally
Calmed: +1 to Int and Charisma rolls for the next two rolls
Gender: Female
Hunger: Not Hungry
Age: 1, Wyrmling
StatsStrength: 50. Recent: +0.
Agility: 55. Recent: +0.
Intelligence: 90. Recent:+0.
Toughness: 35. Recent: +0.
Charisma: 85. Recent: +0.
Traits
Blind Strike: You can attack from standing still at a nearby target you can hear with no blindless penalty. Enemies you hear can trigger Blind Strike as an oppurtunistic attack, that hits before combat starts for +50% damage.
Heart Finder: Your hearing can detect the heartbeats of living things trying to hide from you at a short range-it's easier if they are stressed
Roll BonusesStrength: +0
Agility: +0
Intelligence: +2
Toughness: -1
Charisma: +1
MiscFame: 0. Recent: 0.
Trustworthiness: 50. Recent: 0.
Cruelty: 50. Recent: 0.
Evilness: 45. Recent: 0.
Intimidation: 35.Recent: 0
RelationsMother/ Acilerex : Respected
Stepfather/ Death Stalker : Respected
Brother/ Agaronix :Player!
Sister/ Abdusk : Respected +
Sister/ Amarugx :Respected
Father/??? :
WealthGold: None
Artifacts: None
Holdings: None, Living in Mothers Den
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Urenth/WolfchildUrenth cannot help but resist the voices...as she wanders into the snow-now, it's falling harder-Urenth can tell they are singing to her.
Poor little Urenth, lost and forlorn...
Yet Dragonkind, a Mothers Bane...cast to snow...
Come to us Urenth...lost little soul...
Serve us Urenth...as you know you will...
We are...the Sirens of Ice...and you will join us...The voices are closer now. She can just make them out in the deepening blizzard-they look like...a trio of two legged Humanoid beings, with stark white skin and piercing red eyes, whose points glitter in the whiteness of the blizzard. Urenth has a vague idea that these would be females of their species. Maybe they see her as well, since they seem to be motioning her to come closer...
Health: Unwounded (32/32 HP)
Gender: Female!
Hunger: Not Hungry
Age: 1, Wyrmling
Stats
Strength: 45. Recent: +0.
Agility: 65. Recent: +0.
Intelligence: 65. Recent:+0.
Toughness: 40. Recent: +0.
Charisma: 70. Recent: +0.
Roll Bonuses
Strength: +0
Agility: +0
Intelligence: +0
Toughness: +0
Charisma: +1
Misc
Fame: 0. Recent: 0.
Trustworthiness: 50. Recent: 0.
Cruelty: 50. Recent: 0.
Evilness: 25. Recent: 0.
Intimidation: 45.Recent: 0
Relations
Mother/ Vitnaa : Disliked -
Wealth
Gold: None
Artifacts: None
Holdings: None, Living in Mothers Den
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Asabragr/AhraAsabargr found a suitable hiding spot-under an old trees roots, behind a naturally overgrown moss curtain, and snuck in as quiet as could be...he knew his tracks would lead the Beard-Claws here...
Full Battle, 6 combat rounds)
Enemy Stats
Fat
10/10 HP
Axe Cut, 2d6 Damage (Slashing)
-1 to all stats
Tall
Axe Cut, 2d6 Damage (Slashing)
20/20 HP
-1 to all stats
Pre-Round
*Ambush, Attacking, Ram* Asabarger Str roll 4
vs
*Defending* Fat, Agi roll 4-1=3
Fat is struck! 2d10 damage=7+5=12, Fat is downed!
Round 1
(Intiative rolls!
1 Tall 1d6=3-1=2
2. Asabargr 1d6=1)
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*Attacking* Taill Str roll 6-1=5, power attack! +100% damage to next attack
vs
*Defending* Asabargr Agi roll 2
Asabargr is struck! 2d6=3, 1= 4 x 100% =8
---
*Attacking, Mouth* Asabargr Str roll = 6, power attack! +100% damage to next attack
vs
*Defending* Tall Auto-hit
Damage 1d12=1 x 100% = 2
/Round 2
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*Attacking* Taill Str roll 6-1=5, power attack! +100% damage to next attack
vs
*Defending* Asabargr Agi roll 2
Asabargr is struck! 2d6=3, 4= 7 x 100% = 14 (Additional damage 40%, 1, yes=severity? 3, flank scales knocked off)
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*Attacking, Mouth* Asabargr Str roll = 6, power attack! +100% damage to next attack
vs
*Defending* Tall Auto-hit
Damage 1d12=4 x 100% = 8 ((Two pretty much identical combat rounds.. >_>) ))
/Round 3
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*Attacking* Taill Str roll 3-1=2, 6-1=5, 2-1=1
vs
*Defending* Asabargr Agi roll 2, 5, 3
Asabargr evades!
---
*Attacking, Mouth* Asabargr Str roll = 5
vs
*Defending* Tall 2-1=1
Tall is struck! Damage 1d12=7
/Round 4
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*Attacking* Taill Str roll 6-1=5, power attack! +100% damage to next attack
vs
*Defending* Asabargr Agi roll 4
Asabargr is struck! 2d6=5, 1= 6 x 100% = 12 (Additional damage 20%, 8 no)
---
*Attacking, Mouth* Asabargr Str roll = 3
vs
*Defending* Tall 1-1=0
Tall is struck! Damage 1d12=4, Tall is downed!
Asabargr targets the stout one first...he hits it dead on, feeling the creatures spine snap like a thin twig. It falls over and starts screaming. A good start!
The Tall one is more prepared though...two whirling axes fly toward Asabargr, impacting his side and embedding in his scales!
"Did you like that Dragon? eh! There's more where that came from!"Asabargr charges him, snapping and slashing, driving him back....The Tall one pulls out two larger axes and counterattacks, every blow cutting deeply into Asabargrs flank, and one blow rips away one of his scales. Asabargr screeches in pain!
But, even a small Dragon is more than a match for a single mortal...and eventually, Asabargrs Draconic durability wins out, and he tears out the Tall Ones throat with a vicious bite, though the Dwarf viciously hacks at his face one more time before finally dying. Vengeance.
Then he turns to the stout one, who is still lying face down. Asabargr turns him over, so that he may better face his executioner. It starts to stammer...
"Always knew it would end like this...but...you should go, Dragon. your sister is still alive-we chained her up in the cage. Not sure for how long. There are other hunters in this mountain, worse than me and him...let me live for a little bit longer, whats the harm?"Asabargr is not sure if he should spare this creature...he doesn't smell any blood on the axes that is not his own-they might not have killed his sibling after all...but, he;s badly wounded. There may be more Claw Beards than these two.
Health: Moderately wounded, (34/72 HP) *Two throwing axes embedded in left side, One long slash in right flank, one deep slash on face*
Trauma, -1 to all rolls until safe rest is found
Flank Scales Torn away, small patch (10 turns to regrow)
Gender: Male
Hunger: Not Hungry
Age: 1, Wyrmling
StatsStrength: 70. Recent: +0.
Agility: 45. Recent: +0.
Intelligence: 45. Recent: +0.
Toughness: 90. Recent: +0.
Charisma: 65. Recent: +0.
Traits
Hard to Track: Pursuing foes get a -1 to try and track Asabragr
Roll BonusesStrength: +0
Agility: +0
Intelligence: +0
Toughness: +2
Charisma: +0
MiscFame: 0. Recent: 0.
Trustworthiness: 50. Recent: 0.
Cruelty: 50. Recent: 0.
Evilness: 75. Recent: +5
Intimidation: 75.Recent: 0
RelationsWealthGold: None
Artifacts:
Keen Steel Dwarven Throwing Axe (Stored in Second Stomach) *40 GP worth
Holdings: None, No Lair
OOC: I'll be taking votes to move forward in your Dragon's Ages soon-I suspect we could go no more than ten rounds anyway-just vote YES, and when 4/6 want to go, we'll advance to the next age after all the plot lines are wrapped up.
Author
Topic: A Dragon's Life-Turn 8/Sunset, and a Dragon's fall (Read 19455 times)