Session 1

13th October 2012



Kate: Yo
Gilladan: this night was rather eventful
Gilladan: and then everyone died off
Kate: Yes, it was sad.
Kate: But never mind...
Kate: What'd you think? If you and Esch are players and I'm the evil DM for a short play session?
Gilladan: pff~ I love shorts,
Kate: Vex around?
Gilladan: nope
Kate: Hm. Can you text him?
Kate: I have no clue how to play D&D with just two people... XD
Gilladan: and already did
Gilladan: you cant
Gilladan: what would you even play?
Kate: I dunno... you roll up a random character, I help you to beat the snot out of him!
Kate: http://www.protonfish.com/dcalc/ Murrhurrhurr
Gilladan: umm.. still unsure what to roll up or how high of level
Kate: level 1.
Gilladan: http://www.protonfish.com/dcalc/?n=Guile...
http://www.protonfish.com/dcalc/?n=Guile%20&r=Halfling&c=Fighter&g=M&l=1&d=Pelor&a1=Lawful&a2=Good&s0v=10&s0s=Cha&s1v=12&s1s=Str&s2v=18&s2s=Dex&s3v=11&s3s=Int&s4v=13&s4s=Con&s5v=12&s5s=Wis&a=Studded%20leather&sh=Buckler&w1=Dart&w2=Dagger&w3=&k=Craft%20(weaponsmithing):4,Appraise:2&kl=&f1=Two-Weapon%20Fighting&f1a=&f2=Weapon%20Focus&f2a=Dart&f3=&f3a=&h=38&w=36&ag=27&hr=&ey=
Gilladan: lvl one character with +9 to hit
Gilladan: and 20 AC
Kate: That is a hideously high AC for a little halfling... I like it.
Gilladan: just studded leather and buckler
Gilladan: nothing magical
Gilladan: And +9 to hit with throwing darts
Gilladan: and that craft skill is suppose to be alchemy
Gilladan: +4 Fort save, +6 Ref +2 Will
Kate: Okay, cool. I suppose I should roll up a character too...
Gilladan: I never said that was the character I was going to use.
Kate: Hm?
Kate: Just making one for fun. Ah, why not?
Gilladan: ya, I could make that AC higher too
Kate: ... yeah...
Kate: No word from Vex?
Gilladan: no, he is ether eating a late dinner or napping, he sleeps randomly
Kate: Figured.
Kate: Well... why not play two characters? I'll play a character and NPCs, see how it turns out.

Gilladan: http://www.protonfish.com/dcalc/?n=&r=Ha...

http://www.protonfish.com/dcalc/?n=&r=Half-orc&c=Barbarian&g=F&l=1&d=Gruumsh&a1=Chaotic&a2=Evil&s0v=10&s0s=Cha&s1v=18&s1s=Str&s2v=14&s2s=Con&s3v=15&s3s=Dex&s4v=11&s4s=Int&s5v=14&s5s=Wis&a=Chain%20shirt&sh=&w1=Orc%20double%20axe&w2=Throwing%20axe&w3=Battleaxe&k=&kl=&f1=Two-Weapon%20Fighting&f1a=&f2=&f2a=&h=69&w=270&ag=21&hr=&ey=
Gilladan: also I give orcs and half-orcs no -4 to using the Orc-double axe.. they know how to use the damn thing, it's in there name
Gilladan: Give her a Great Axe lvl 1.. D12+10 damage when raging
Kate: What's her name?
Gilladan: She has no name!
Kate: Oh dear!
Kate: Dumb orc!
Gilladan: I know ask me a character to make, and I'll try to make the strongest lvl 1 char I can for what you ask for
Kate: XD Just... yeah, just forget the names, right? We don't need names! This monk I'm making... we can just call him 'that elf with the black hair' or something...
Kate rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Kate rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Kate rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Kate rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Kate rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Kate rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Kate rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Kate rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Kate rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Kate rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Kate rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Kate: What you doing?
Gilladan: http://www.protonfish.com/dcalc/?n=Kyle%...
http://www.protonfish.com/dcalc/?n=Kyle%20Green&r=Human&c=Fighter&g=M&l=1&d=Pelor&a1=Lawful&a2=Good&s0v=10&s0s=Int&s1v=10&s1s=Cha&s2v=16&s2s=Dex&s3v=16&s3s=Str&s4v=12&s4s=Con&s5v=12&s5s=Wis&a=Chain%20shirt&sh=Buckler&w1=Composite%20longbow%20+3&w2=Handaxe&w3=Dagger&k=Craft%20(bowmaking):4,Spot:2,Listen:1,Climb:2&kl=&f1=Weapon%20Focus&f1a=Composite%20longbow&f2=Point%20Blank%20Shot&f2a=&f3=Far%20Shot&f3a=&f4=&f4a=&h=78&w=240&ag=17&hr=&ey=
Gilladan: ROUNDF
Kate: ok
Gilladan: 220 range..
Gilladan: on that bow
Kate: Okay, neat
Gilladan: Ya, I actually really like that character too. Alot people think Rangers make the best Archers but it's actually warriors.
Kate: Want to go with a quickly-thought-up story and roll with it? It'll be bad, I promise!
Gilladan: Sure.. I guess
Gilladan: what do you have in mind?
Kate: Do we want to skip backstories, or do we want to use backstories?
Gilladan: http://www.protonfish.com/dcalc/?n=Kyle%...
Gilladan: I will use this character.
Gilladan: I don't know.
Gilladan: Skip!
Kate: Yay! Easy route!
Kate: Ready For the Awfulness?
Gilladan: If you got something planned go for it
Kate: Yay!
Kate: ... it's cliched. Just... just bear with me.
Kate: ((Ahem!))
Kate: You open your eyes to find the waves leaves of trees high above you. The sky is dark and you can see stars twinkling through the foggy wisps of cloud that hastily pass by. Your back aches as if you were thrown down on the hard ground, but you don't remember why you're here, how you got here, or even where 'here' is. Listen Check, please!
Gilladan rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Gilladan: 18!
Gilladan changed name to Kyle Green
Kate: You can hear faint moans off to your right in the distance. To the right of your body, you find a large orc body bloodied and torn as if by vicious teeth. You can't be certain of how far away the moans are, but they sound tormented and lonely.
Kate changed name to THE HORRID DM
Kyle Green: aches trying to get his footing back standing up up lower to ground still, his hands ideally searches his back for his quiver and longbow as second nature. His eye searching around him for the origins of the moans.
Kyle Green: (I don't know what we're doing xD)
THE HORRID DM: ((Neither do I. That's why my name is that.))
THE HORRID DM: ((This is your 80% BS. ))
Kyle Green: (Am I still armed?! Do I have my hatchet?)
THE HORRID DM: Thankfully, your weapons are still with you. However, your hatchet (handaxe?) is lying off to your side in the dead Orc's hand... which isn't attached to it's body, but never mind! Apparently, this Orc was fighting for you at some point, but you don't ever remember having met him... or her... it's a bit hard to tell with all the spilled blood.
THE HORRID DM: The moans are only to your left, off through the trees, and they are becoming more distant, so you feel that whatever it was, it had already visited you and taken the life of the orc.
THE HORRID DM: The forest is dark and you can't see very far off into the trees, shadows pooling beneath the branches. The only light comes from the faint stars above... and a faint glow to your right. Off through the trees, you can see what appears to be the dim light of a lantern, though you can't be sure from this distance.
Kyle Green: (Hmm.. I wish Vex would pick up his phone, I love these thing when we have more then one person.)
THE HORRID DM: (Does make it more interesting... more interaction. If I dump in a character at this point, they'd know too much, so it wouldn't be fun. ... there's the dead orc though. Not that he'd make much of a conversational partner...)
Kyle Green: snatches his loving hatchet, and makes a quick search of the orc for any clues that may remind me what happen, and of anything useful.
Kyle Green rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Kyle Green: (3)
Kyle Green: (I sent him another text hoping he would jump in)
THE HORRID DM: His pockets are covered in dried blood, stuck shut, so you can't really get your hands in there to search... However, without much looking, you can easily see that the bites seem distinctly... un-animal like. Very much like what a bite would look like if YOU bit this poor Orc, in fact.
THE HORRID DM: He has nothing of value on him, no armor, and his clothing is drab and bloodied.
THE HORRID DM: (brb - need water. Thirsty!)
Kyle Green: unsheathes his dagger to cut away his pockets, considering I heard the moans walk away. THEN I'll see what he has.
THE HORRID DM: The orc's pockets... the right pocket of his trousers spills two gold coins out onto the grass. His left trouser pocket is empty. The pocket on his shirt has a bloodied piece of paper - it might have once been a letter, but you can't read it now.
Kyle Green: grabs both coins, and lays them on the orcs eye lids before carefully sneaking his way toward the light source off in the distance. Wary of danger, does the light source look like it's moving at all?
THE HORRID DM: The light source seems to be still, emitting a soft orange glow. Before long, you can hear more moaning... but this doesn't sound like the other moaning. It sounds a little more... human. Before long, you realize that the orange glow is in the shape of a square - a window of a small hunting cabin, not possibly any larger than one 15x15 room.
THE HORRID DM: (Since I'm so bad at describing off the top of my head...)
THE HORRID DM: It has a door.
Kyle Green: I'll make a quick scan of the area before sneaking closer to the window and slowly peaking in. Keeping my hatchet in-hand, with a strong grip.
Kyle Green rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Kyle Green: (10! spot)
Eschaton joined the chat
Kyle Green: http://www.protonfish.com/dcalc/?n=Kyle%...
Kyle Green: (Quick make a lvl 1 character, ROUND)
Eschaton: 9Um.)
Siara joined the chat 6 seconds ago
Siara: (Does it matter what race, or anything?)
THE HORRID DM: The exterior appears to be fine - nothing really suspect except for a dead chicken carcass you almost step on as you near the door. The interior of the cabin is dark save for that one lightsource - a candle lit on the windowledge. The room appears to have been ransacked... or rather, stumbled all over. There is a table and two chairs - upturned, one of the chairs' legs broken. Blood is spilled across the floor, and an animals' skull is lying agape by the door, it's teeth soaked in dried blood. Nearer the window is a bed - where an old dwarf is lying prone. His left arm... has been cut off and he's holding his wound, eyes wide open in agony. The arm lies beside the bed, a horrible bite mark in it similar to the bites you found on the dead Orc.
THE HORRID DM: (nope! Nothing matters! )
THE HORRID DM: (Just throw me the link once you're done, then I'll fit you in and we can play!)
Siara: (Working on it)
THE HORRID DM: The dwarf has a large knife resting on his chest - what he used to hack off his own arm, it seems, considering the blood on the blade. He is dressed in simple garb, obviously having been about to retire for the night before... well, before whatever happened, happened. Away from the window, on the wall to the left of the wall the door is set in, is a large cupboard. Beside it, a table with a few kitchen supplies orderly set up - this side of the cabin appears to be untouched.
Kyle Green: eyes the dwarf carefully before ducking back down, then stands up and lightly knocks the best he can on the window trying to make eye contact without making too much noise.- "Phsss... Hey, you still alive in there?" -Even while Kyle talk he can't help but glance around never letting his guard down!
Kyle Green: (coffee time)
Siara: http://www.protonfish.com/dcalc/?n=Siara...
THE HORRID DM: The dwarf's brown eyes snap to Kyle's. A crooked grin crosses his face, displaying gold teeth, his large white beard bristling slightly. "So ah did it, did ah? Ah cut it off? Ahm not one of 'em?"
THE HORRID DM: (reading)
THE HORRID DM: (Sweet, I'll pop you in the story in a moment!)
Kyle Green: (Vex I suggest something more like this if your wanting to dual wield and not have -5 to hit with each one xD http://www.protonfish.com/dcalc/?n=Siara...
Kyle Green: tries to open the door..)
THE HORRID DM: The door swings open easily. The dwarf turns his head to eye you, then glances about before getting a bit of a sheepish expression. "Y'know, lad... this 'ouse ain't in any condition for a visitor right now... come on in, though, and shut that thing behind you!" (Do a Spot check, please)
Siara: (Alright then, I didn't even see that part. There's a lot more numbers on that.)
Kyle Green rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Siara: (And of course it would figure that I didn't chose a Feat...)
Kyle Green: (I don't see shit)
THE HORRID DM: (Do a reflex save instead then. )
Kyle Green rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Kyle Green: (15!)
THE HORRID DM: (Ya pass)
THE HORRID DM: You narrowly avoid stepping on what appears to be an ankle protuding out from under the turned over table... it's still attached, though. Y'know, in case you were wondering...
THE HORRID DM: (This is you Siara, not that you're too aware that it's you at the moment!)
Siara: (Alright xD)
Siara: (Okay, I'm using your page instead Kitt, you rolled better then me -.-)
Kyle Green: Will search more of the house now that I'm inside, and looking to the full body of Siara? Then back to the dwarf- "Ya don't say? I knew ya kind parties and get wild, but this is different.. Who's this, and what in your mind told ya to cut your own arm off?" -Kyle tries to keep a light hearted mood about things
Kyle Green: (I just moved some things around on your CS to make it more balanced heh)
Siara: (Still using it. You know more about DnD than I do, I trust your judgment on that.)
Kyle Green: (If you swing both swords your still going to be getting +0 to hit with each one, but before it was -5.. so it's better)
THE HORRID DM: The dwarf glances over at the body behind the table - well, from his angle, he can't see the unconscious form, but he seems to know who it is anyways. "Ah, he's the daft bugger that came in asking for directions... still in one piece?" He starts to ease himself up off the bed, glancing downwards at his arm. "And this... ah dunno. It may be me old age getting to me... seemed a good idea at the time, y'ken?" He grins fiendishly, then winces and sits back down on the bed, holding his stump of an arm.
THE HORRID DM: (Feel free to wake up anytime, Siara. You won't remember even entering this house, or the forest outside. You don't know the dwarf, or this human.)
Kyle Green: lifts the table off his unknown elf man, nudges him with his boot- "Ehh!? You still alive, maybe you have some answers what's going on.. Come on wake up.."
Siara: (w)
Siara: (This table is on top of me, or still upright like normal?)
THE HORRID DM: The dwarf reaches under the pillow on his bed with his still functioning hand, groping for something as he continues to wince in pain. He finds a tiny vial and brings it out, holding the vial with one hand while he tears the lid off with his teeth. He spits the lid aside and lifts the vial to his mouth, gulping the contents in one swallow. Nothing seems to change physically, but relief washes over his face - the vial was obviously a healing potion or strong pain-killer.
THE HORRID DM: (It was on top of you, turned over. You might be a bit sore...)
THE HORRID DM: (But Kyle lifted it off)
Siara groans and stirs a bit, slowly sitting up almost as if possessed. "Ohhhhh, my head..." Opening his eyes just a hair, he looks around, taking in his surroundings as he feels over his arms and chest lightly for sores. "Where... is this...?"
Kyle Green: If you do decide to glance up at Kyle, you would see his rugged yet boyish younger man standing above you with a hatchet in his right him, a older looking chain shirt barely visible underneath his dirty vest, and a surprisingly sturdy longbow and quiver on his back.
THE HORRID DM: "There, he's going off about what he was saying the last time we spoke!" The dwarf exclaimed with a wave of his stump. "'Where am I? Where is here?' Surely there are better questions to ask at this time!"
Kyle Green: greens eyes would peer down questionably- "I was hoping you could shed some light on that question but I see your as dull me... We're in some dense forest but none that I remember, all I can guess that has happen is I got split up from my militia group." -giving Siara a helping hand - "Kyle.. by the way."
Kyle Green: (sensing motive! is he lieing? Ether of them?!)
Kyle Green rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Kyle Green: (11!)
Kyle Green: http://www.protonfish.com/dcalc/?n=Kyle%... Just reposting))
THE HORRID DM: You gather that the dwarf is a little cryptic... but he's telling the truth, you believe. Siara obviously came in here at some point to find directions. ((I have all the CS's we're using open.)) The dwarf probably needs a bit of prodding to give you any clear answers though.
Siara: (I do have my weapons, right?)
THE HORRID DM: (Yup. All there, all on your person. It seems you didn't even draw them for whatever happened in here.)
Siara moves his legs around beneath him so he's in a kneeling position, able to defend himself if necessary. He takes a moment to finish checking for injuries when he spots the human male's hand extended towards him. Reaching down to his hip, he shifts knees to slide backwards, drawing one of his blades and holding it level with Kyle's hand. "Who's to say you're not the one who took my memory? Come no closer..."
Siara: (Esch and Siara are both Chaotic Neutral, but Esch is less... temperamental? than Siara. Expect more "chaos" than when I play Esch.)
THE HORRID DM: The dwarf looks at them for a moment, his eyes wide in a blank expression, then he shakes his head and shuffles off the bed. He moves over to the door, bars it with one hand, and then creakingly crouches down next to the animal skull - it appears to be a dog's skull. He gently picks it up and shuffles back over to his bed before sitting down and looking at the blood on the skull's lower jaw. He gives a satisfied smirk.
THE HORRID DM: ((Oooh, cool!))
Kyle Green: (what just happen?)
THE HORRID DM: (read!)
Siara: (Siara is naturally cautious of new people, more so than Esch, to the point that it sometimes appears as paranoia to outsiders.)
THE HORRID DM: (quick brb, keep playing!)
THE HORRID DM: (back)
Kyle Green: (wait do I remember anything? Name, what I was doing last week?)
THE HORRID DM: (Yup, you'd remember all that... so long as you didn't enter the forest last week, because you don't remember this forest.)
THE HORRID DM: (Basically, you know who you are, your life... you just don't know how you got here or what you've been doing here. Same with Siara.)
Kyle Green: causally pulls his hand back before walking back to the window to glance outside (will make another spot check)- "See and this why you knife ears can never make friends.. If I was going to do something to you, I think I would have just left the table on you, or tied you up.. I told ya who I am, Kyle.. Kyle Green.. Recently the town demand a militia to put together and sent north to check on some near by towns. But, last thing I remember was waking up a few yards out there, and finding this crazy dwarf and you pinned under that table. I was hoping you would could tell me what's going on." How about you dwarf, what's happening here, where are we?"
Siara: (You remember! xD)
THE HORRID DM: (It's dark outside. The light of the candle glares at you, stopping you from seeing too far outside.)
THE HORRID DM: The dwarf snorts. "'Crazy dwarf' ain't gonna get you anywhere, son. If you wanna know what happened, jest take a glance out on the doormat. Surely you saw it when you came in! The dead creature... came in the open door be'ind th'elf, smacked 'im over the table, came and took a bite outta me, but Ah killed it. Go on, take a gander out that door!"
Siara: (Just realized how OOC that was, unless "Kyle" met Esch at some point xD)
Kyle Green: (I think I was still kinda vague, there is a huge chunk missing >,> )
Kyle Green: (How was that OOC? )
THE HORRID DM: (I think he means the 'never make friends' part. I still think it fits.)
Kyle Green: (Kyle makes fun of all races! )
Siara: (Has Kyle ever met Eschaton, or does Kyle know that Siara even has siblings? Also that ^)
Kyle Green: (No he doesn't know you, he's just saying elfs are annoyingly paranoia ALL of THEM)
Siara: (Ha, alright)
Siara: (w)
Siara casts a glare at Kyle, then slowly sheathes the sword. "Siara. Forgive me for reacting as I did, but waking up in an area with no recollection of having ever arrived here makes one naturally suspicious of others who happen to be there at the time. I... suppose I should thank you for not leaving me to wake up on my own." He bows - hardly a bow, he doesn't seem to want to have done it.
Kyle Green: (I thought there was just a dead chicken outside the door?)
THE HORRID DM: (... *cough*)
Kyle Green: chuckles a bit looking back at the dwarf with a questioning look- "You mean the chicken?"
THE HORRID DM: The dwarf frowns and looks up at Kyle for a moment. "What chicken? There aren't no bloody chickens 'round here! Ate me last one two weeks ago! Nay, the big beast... you didn't see it? You lost your mind with your memory boy? It looked nothing like a chicken!"
Kyle Green: (ROUND Siara get some info while i finish my round)
THE HORRID DM: (heh heh heh!)
Siara looks up. "...beast?" He crosses to the door to look outside, impatient for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. (Spot check)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Siara: (And the roller hates me again, fml)
Siara: (11)
THE HORRID DM: Unbarring and opening the door, you see a dead chicken on the doormat with what appears to be a bite mark over it's chest. A dog's bite mark, maybe, or a wolf's.
THE HORRID DM: .
Siara: (w)
Siara: (Trying to think of a name, hold on xD)
THE HORRID DM: (Bob! Francis! Leania! Yukon!)
Siara: (Could I call to my animal companion and see if he responds?)
THE HORRID DM: (Hmmm... yes, but if he's a crow, he won't be able to tell you what happened here either as he won't remember. ))
Siara: (Not a crow, I'm thinking either riding dog or wolf)
Kyle Green: (Do I just have my weapons and nothing else? Cause I'm looking for a light source)
THE HORRID DM: (if you had a pack with belongings, it's with you - same with Siara.)
THE HORRID DM: (Though... you may both find you have no coin purses...)
Siara reaches down to trace the shape of the wound on the chicken. "A canine... It couldn't have been Rai, could it...?" Bringing his right hand to his lips, he blows lightly across his nails, creating a sound most unearthly - a whistle of sorts, a beacon for his animal companion to follow.
Siara: (Up to you whether he responds or not.)
THE HORRID DM: The dwarf cradles the animal skull under his stump of an arm as he stomps from his bed to Siara's side to stare down at the chicken. "Ah've been around two hundred-and-seventy-eight winters, boy! Y'think I don't know the difference between a chicken and a monster!? Chickens do not toss elves over tables, y'dimwit!" The dwarf appears to be getting increasingly agitated with the implications that he's just a crazy old man. He glares at the chicken. "That's not the monster."
THE HORRID DM: (Yup, he can. )
Kyle Green: scratches his head while counting his arrows- "19..20..21.. 21? That's odd I almost always a full quiver, I'm four short.. Well I don't have time to sit her and play the guessing game, which way to the main road or nearest town?" -he ask throwing re setting his quiver
THE HORRID DM: The dwarf continues cradling the animal skull as he turns to glare at Kyle. "Well, ah'll 'ave to show you the way, won't I? Yer elf friend here don't know squat about directions, and I doubt you're much better than he!" He grumbles and heads back to his bed with the skull, setting it on his pillow before he sits on the bed and glares down at the... arm on the ground. "Lovely. Had to be mah writing hand, didn't it?"
THE HORRID DM: (Anyone wanna do a spot check...?)
Kyle Green rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
Kyle Green: 18)
Siara waits for a moment, closing his eyes to focus his hearing, listening for a response. He grins as he hears familiar pawsteps and opens his eyes to see a large husky running for him at full speed, icy blue eyes, pure white fur with jagged lines over his coat that resemble lightning but can't seem to hold a single color - sometimes they appear grey, sometimes gold, sometimes light blue. He braces himself for the impact as the dog takes a flying leap, barely able to stay standing as he skids nearly a foot backwards. "Thank Hextor you're okay..."
Siara: (Too occupied with my dog to respond xD)
THE HORRID DM: The skull that the dwarf seems so fond of has blood on its lower jaw - you noticed this earlier when you came in, Kyle. However, Siara mentioned that the chicken had been killed by what appeared to be a dog... and now, looking at it, you're pretty sure that skull has strong hinges on the back of it's jaw instead of natural hinges... It could have easily been used as a weapon with all those sharp teeth inside.
THE HORRID DM: So, the dwarf DID kill the chicken... or beast, or whatever... but he certainly knows the difference between a chicken and a monster, so it all seems very... strange.
THE HORRID DM: The dwarf reaches down and picks up his... arm from the floor and drops it on his blood-stained blankets where he had been lying after cutting it off. "Ah'll have to dispose of this... look, yer've got a dog. Dogs don't go wrong with directions. Shame ah can't ram them into that thing's skull instead of you two's... Jest head east. Ye should come to a river sooner or later, follow that... north, and y'should find a town. Can't remember it's damn name... Pinesomething, or Elmsomething... completely uncreative."
Siara glances back at the dwarf. "So you'll be staying here alone?"
Kyle Green: heads directly for the door- "Thank the Gods, I have to meet back up with my group before they move on.. Thanks for the directions, seem easy." -he pauses- "Ya, cause I bet if you headed into town you could find a cleric or something that could reattach your arm.."
Kyle Green: (Kyle is trying not to ask more questions then needed he doesn't want to know what's the dwarfs personal issues xD)
THE HORRID DM: "Ahm always 'ere alone. Not that a young'un like you'd care! Ah'll clean up, then git back to normal! It's what y'do! What are you stupid idiots being taught these days!? Sit in the dark and cry about havin' tah cut yer arm off? An' 'ell! Ahm not a rich man! Ahm not walkin' all that way with mah weapon arm a limp piece of meat to stan' there before a cleric and 'ave them tell me ah dunt have enough gold! Plus... 278 years, and FINALLY, something makes me have to cut my arm off? Ahm livin' this up!"
THE HORRID DM: You can tell very easily that he is being blatantly sarcastic. But honestly, he doesn't seem too bothered by his arm.
THE HORRID DM: (Kyle is nothing like how I expected your characters to be, to be honest. ))
Siara shrugs. "Well, if you don't wish to come with us..." He looks to Kyle. "If it's all the same to you, I think I'll travel with you for a while."
Kyle Green: is heading out the door with a clean slate in his mind- "Ya, that's the way to look at, staying on the brightside.. Talking about the brightside.." -Kyle lights up his small lamp, with a simple candle in it. He doesn't own a oil base one.- "I'm headed out, Siara your more then welcome to follow.. but I got to moving."
Kyle Green: (What did you want Kyle to be a super good guy nice chatting, what is it?)
THE HORRID DM: (Heh heh, didn't know what to expect. )
THE HORRID DM: Well, outside... it's dark. There are no paths that you can see, the hut being all by itself in the woods. You're not even quite sure which way is East with the tree coverage above, barring the stars from your sight.
Kyle Green: walks up to a tree, seeing which side the moss is growing on.
Siara nods to the dwarf - "Hope that gets better somehow." - then heads outside. He looks one way, and Raiden looks the other. Looking at each other, they understand that neither of them know which way to go. "Any ideas, hume?"
THE HORRID DM: The house's door was facing north, judging by the moss on the tree.

Kyle Green: (Ahhh ya, country boy knowledge )
THE HORRID DM: (Can you remind me? Which way is the moss facing? XD I used to know...)
Kyle Green: points off to the left of the door after kneeling down at a near by tree, his hand running over the soft mossy covered side at the base of the trunk- "Ya.. west should be that way.. it always grows on the north-side in part of the country..."
Kyle Green: (It actually depends on where you live.)
Kyle Green: (And aren't you a druid Siara?! xD)
Siara: (Yes, but I asked if you had any idea, and apparently you did. I didn't have to cast it.)
Siara: (It's not a permanent spell.)
THE HORRID DM: (Hm, interesting...)
Siara: (I love how we can just know what spells we're talking about now without even having to say it directly...)
THE HORRID DM: (I remember reading something about it, vaguely. )
Kyle Green: after standing up dusting his hands off Kyle heads off west slowing down as he passes Siara- "Ya, of course I know.. Also just to let you know, I did hear some odd moaning and woke up by a eaten orc.. So there very well could be a monster in these woods.. May want to stay close, I heard your kind are delicate.. I guess all that dancing doesn't help does it? Heh"
Kyle Green: (I've played alot D&D.. so I picked up on some tricks.)



Kyle Green: (Kate I think it grows on the south-side of your trees.. but I'm not 100% sure. )
THE HORRID DM: (I'd have to check it out. Anyhow, what are you guys doing now?)
Kyle Green rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
Siara flicks his ears. "Dancing? If only you knew. Not having leather for skin makes us much more flexible than most humes."
Kyle Green: (listening 18 for more moaning as I head west)
THE HORRID DM: (east)
Siara: (Just make all the checks then xD)
Kyle Green: (Ya East!)
Kyle Green: spins on his heel and changes direction
THE HORRID DM: As you head east, little sound is heard. Even insects and birds seem silenced, the only sound the wind brushing through the trees. You heard the cawing of a crow at one point, but not again.
Kyle Green: (ROUND Siara turn to take point as I ready my bow!)
Kyle Green: walks a tad slower, putting his hatch back into his belt loop and readying his bow and notching the arrow but not pulling it back- "Ya I'm sure Siara.. Why don't you and your pup take point I'm going to keep a look out... I hate it when it's quiet in the woods, always creepy.."
Kyle Green: (ROUND)
Siara grins to himself. "Silly hume..." Scratching behind Raiden's ears affectionately, he releases one of his swords, holding it almost carelessly as he takes the lead, occasionally talking to Raiden through soft growls.
Siara: (First a listen check for Siara, then a spot check for Raiden)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Siara: (21 xD)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Siara: (omg, my dog is blind)
THE HORRID DM: (haha!)
Siara: (6)
Siara: (I should just make spot and listen on both of them instead of trying to split it)
THE HORRID DM: (Fumble for your dog.) You hear nothing for at least another six or seven minutes, the woods as quiet as they were before. However, just as you think perhaps there is nothing to worry about, your sharp elven ears pick up on the sound of running water - and a harsh voice yelling angrily.
Siara: (From which way?)
Kyle Green: (How are you getting +8 to spot checks?! xD also I still got my candle lamp in my off-hand, the other hold the arrow in the notch, with my finger curled to hold it in place)
THE HORRID DM: The way you're headed.
THE HORRID DM: (The generator allows it. )
THE HORRID DM: (Though hey, you guys... if you want, only put points into either Spot or Listen. They both count as Awareness. You can use the points you'd put in the other one for other stuff.)
THE HORRID DM: (Spot and listen give a nat +2 to elves, he put 4 ranks in each.)
THE HORRID DM: (normal ability is +2)
Siara: (w)
Siara stops mid-growl, hearing something else, and holds his free hand out to the side. "We're no longer alone." Drawing his other sword with a reverse grip, he advances more slowly, Raiden close by his side.
THE HORRID DM: (Want to try some stealth, guys? You're a bit of a flaring beacon.)
Kyle Green rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Siara: (Knew it.)
THE HORRID DM: (... you guys stink!)
Siara: (Rolling for Move Silently instead)
THE HORRID DM: (... flaring beacon. FLARING BEACON!)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Siara: (13)
Kyle Green: stops letting the sound of a branch he just stepped on echo out with a pop and crack- "Huh?"
Siara: (And there goes the Move Silent check..)
Kyle Green: (I got a candle out, so I guess I try to blow it out quickly)
THE HORRID DM: The yelling stops and silence reigns again for a few moments. "Did you hear something?" the rough voice asks. The response of whoever he is with is quieter and you're not sure what they say. The rough voice speaks again. "Look, maybe THEY have some answers, if there is anyone really out there!" Another murmur from his companion, then the sound of a blade being drawn.
THE HORRID DM: (Spot check?)
Siara quickly swings one of his blades behind him, leveling the tip towards Kyle's chest to stop him from going forward any farther. "Freeze."
Kyle Green rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Siara: (Great, NOW my dog can see.)
THE HORRID DM: (mods?)
Kyle Green: (16)
Siara: (18 and 24)
Kyle Green: to when Kyle get's a chance he would drop to the side of a tree using it's roots and any mound of dirt as partial cover and readying his shot.
THE HORRID DM: Well, through the leaves, you both see a large human dressed in breastplate armor. He has a greatsword drawn, eyes shifting suspiciously about. As he moves forward, he throws a comment over his shoulder. "Maybe they can explain how I got a fox like YOU in my tent..." Suddenly, a rock flies from behind him and hits him on the head. You can't see his attacker, but he swings about and swears. "Look! You stupid black... whatever you are! Stop attacking me! It's not like I dragged you in there and had my way with you!"
Siara: (Sounds like a bait trick)
Kyle Green: (Siara in the front this time, you talk to him.)
Siara: (w)
Siara sheathes the sword he was holding in reverse, keeping the other one free as he advances slowly, calling into the darkness. "Hello? I'm lost, trying to find the river... Is everything alright?"
Siara: (This way it appears that I'm traveling alone, so if Kyle stays hidden he can attack unseen if things turn bad)
Kyle Green: (2D8+8 damage..)
Siara: (As long as you hit.)
THE HORRID DM: The human turns back - you can see his face through the leaves. He seems to be in his early thirties, a rough look about him. He looks... untrustworthy. Something about the set of his jaw and the way his eyes move makes you instantly think this man is up to no good... or has been up to no good. "Yes, everything's fine... come out."
THE HORRID DM: You hear a loud woosh of leaves behind the man and he glances back for a moment. "Darn girl... you're so shy! Stop being pedantic!"
Kyle Green: (aiming.. as Siara goes on)
Siara: (Yay, coyotes in the wash!)
THE HORRID DM: (Coyotes in the wash?)
Siara: (There are coyotes running in the wash right outside my neighborhood, I love listening to them)
Kyle Green: (O,O what does Siara see?!)
THE HORRID DM: As Siara comes out from the trees, you see the man fully, and the leaves of a bush having been disturbed behind him as if someone had hastily hid themselves. The man is tall, about six foot, and still holds the greatsword in his hands. At his side, you see a light mace and a handaxe also - your stereotypical fighter, you figure. Not too far from him, pitched near the river, is a two-person tent. Spewing from it's door way are blankets and possessions as if someone had quickly escaped from it in a flurry of fear.
THE HORRID DM: The tent glows from within, a lamp obviously lit inside.
THE HORRID DM: Behind the man and the bushes, you can see a faint hint of running water through the trees. The sound of the river is louder now, burbling along quite happily.
Kyle Green: (I believe this is the part where you question the man Siara, or sense motive and be bossy.)
THE HORRID DM: (Give Kyle a good reason to come out of hiding. )
Siara holds his palm out backwards, indicating Kyle to hold his position, then advances through the trees with Raiden. "Ah, the river at last!" He casts his eyes over the scene quickly, taking in the details. He doesn't sheathe his sword, but loosens his grip slightly. "Greetings, traveler. My apologies if I startled you and your party. Would you mind if I ask how you come to be in such a lonely part of the woods?"
Siara: (Let's try Gather Info)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Siara: (Yup.)
THE HORRID DM: (Heh heh!)
Siara: (I'll skip rolling for Raiden, don't want to let on that I can talk to him too soon.)
THE HORRID DM: The man doesn't sheathe his weapon either, but plants its tip in the soil at his feet, resting his wrists on the hilt. "You only startled my lovely companion... and no, I can't tell you that, actually. I do not remember how I got here... I obviously wasn't drunk, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to pitch my tent and... heh, and make room for- ow!" He's hit in the back of the head by another stone. "DAMN you, girl! What is your problem?" he shouts at the bush.
THE HORRID DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
THE HORRID DM: (... murrhurrhurr)
Siara: (o___o)
Siara: (RUN KYLE)
THE HORRID DM: (Kyle, reflex check please...)
Kyle Green: (AATTTTAAACCCKKKK!))
Kyle Green rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Kyle Green: (15! Kyle aint afriad of nothing but bad spelling)
Siara: (Actually you spelled it right)
THE HORRID DM: (Ooohhh... poor Kyle.)
Siara: (I)
Siara: (said)
Siara: (RUN)
Kyle Green: (I haven't even got to make a hide check or awareness if something was sneaking up on me, idk)
THE HORRID DM: (Do an awareness check. )
Kyle Green rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Kyle Green: (21)
THE HORRID DM: (Hm, you pass...)
THE HORRID DM: As Kyle holds his bow and arrow at the ready, he is oblivious to the danger behind him... until he feels a warm breath on his ear.
Siara: (How far is he from me at this point?)
Kyle Green: (Umm.. scream wildly and run forward at this point?)
THE HORRID DM: (I'd say within 25 ft or so.)
Kyle Green: (You tell me Kate what's happening?)
Kyle Green: (Do I have time to turn around, or run forward, or am I just a sitting duck for the fr=irst round of combat?)
THE HORRID DM: (You won awareness, I'm giving you first move.)
THE HORRID DM: (Should have been reflex, but I muddled up, so... yeah, you win! )
Kyle Green: would rush forward with a small hop quickly spinning backward to see what spook him- (what do I see?)
THE HORRID DM: He would see a pair of glowing blue eyes and white hair before his would-be attacker flees into the darkness of a nearby tree's shadow. You got the impression they were a little smaller than you, but human-sized...
THE HORRID DM: The man looks past Siara's shoulder, frowning. "What was that sound? Is someone with you...?"
Siara: (Alright, now how close is the other person/thing?)
THE HORRID DM: (It's hidden. You need to do a fairly good spot check to see it again.)
Siara: (That's not what I asked xD)
Kyle Green: would walk backward toward Siara and the older man arrow notched peering into the forest- "Ya.. I finally caught up.. Just had some beast try to rip my head off, but it darted off as soon as I got a bead on it.. I suggest we keep moving Knife ear.."
THE HORRID DM: (Also, you wouldn't have seen it if your back is to Kyle.)
THE HORRID DM: The man frowns, then glances towards the bushes. "Are you...?" He moves over to the bush and kicks it with his foot - nothing happens. He looks towards the others. "Damn the Gods... she's gone. I think that 'beast' was the girl I woke up with in my tent. She thinks I had my way with her, but I don't bloody remember! Neither does she."
THE HORRID DM: He touches his neck briefly as if in memory of an attack. "She tried to kill me... I wouldn't be surprised if she thinks you two are in on whatever happened... you're not, are you?"
Siara sighs as Kyle walks into the clearing. "You could say that." He shakes his head slowly, then scratches at the back of the neck with the tip of his sword. "Something has happened here this night. Neither I nor the hume or Raiden remember where we are or how we got here. That being said, we're obviously not alone."
Kyle Green: would simply give the older man a head nod- "Ya, what type of man lays with a beast-girl? Actually.. don't answer that." -Kyle's eye would look upstream rather uncaring of the new group, he has a rather direct way of thinking sometimes. Looking back Kyle would shake his head- "No idea to be honest, seems everyone in the forest has lost there mind and memory. If you and the 'girl' are looking for the nearest town I heard it's north of this river bed.."
Kyle Green: (( I said Kyle too many times xD oh well))
Kyle Green: (ROUND lead me where you need too)
THE HORRID DM: The fighter looks at Kyle for a long moment, grinning slightly at the concept laid before him, then started to sheathe his greatsword - obviously trusting these confused travellers will not harm him. "She is... a knife-ear, black skin, crazy glowy eyes... no beast, but... heh, acted like one in there." He glances appreciatively towards his tent, then looks to Siara. "What were you up to last? I was... in Davenport, in a tavern, the last I remember."
THE HORRID DM: (Siara, do a spot check.)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Siara: (25, holy crap)
THE HORRID DM: The man has his back to the tent, however, you, Siara, spot movement by the tent. You see a flash of blue eyes and white hair before the girl hides herself behind the tent, her hand reaching in through the tent's flap and groping about. Something about her action is desperate, especially her use of stealth.
THE HORRID DM: Other than the blue eyes and white hair, you got no real impression of her, indicating that the man was correct about her black skin.
Siara: (Hmm... Should I trap her with Entangle or just sneak behind her so she can't escape again?)
THE HORRID DM: (Up to you. )
Siara: (Awesome, get to be a bit sadistic)
Kyle Green: is looking off to the river bed, trying to keep himself ready for everything. (and making more tea)
THE HORRID DM: (heh heh!)

Siara sighs and scratches his head, then silently steps around behind the tent. Lowering his blade, he touches the tip to the girl's neck. Although he's not casting a spell, his voice seems to hold power, seeming to resonate with itself, his eyes glowing slightly and a malefic grin on his lips. "You move, you die..."
THE HORRID DM: (You guys are horrendous at finding out names, by-the-way... two NPCs already and you don't know their names! XD)
Siara: (We haven't shared ours, why should they share theirs? Everyone's playing it cautious because no one knows what's going on)
THE HORRID DM: The girl looks startled, her blue eyes wide. You figure she may be 20 years younger than yourself, Siara - a Drow. Now that you're closer to her, you can see that her skin is not Exactly black... it's purple, an unusual color for a drow. Her eyes are blue and... and now you know why she was being so stealthy. She is clutching a black blanket about herself to keep her modesty. She must have been reaching into the tent to try and find her clothes. She swallows against the blade, her eyes fearful.
THE HORRID DM: The man watches Siara move off, then smirks a little as he manages to catch the girl behind the tent. He glances to Kyle, then back to the tent before throwing a funny grin at Kyle. "Nice surprise for your friend... last I remember, she wasn't wearing much else than her skin..."
Kate joined the chat
Siara grins - "That's a smart girl." - then lifts the blade and turns around. "Go ahead and get your clothes on. If you try to escape, I will know." He calls over his shoulder to Kyle and the stranger. "Found our lost lady."
Kate: (Put my last post after yours. Fits better. )
Kyle Green: looks back and forth before doing a double take and chuckling- "Oh well that's good for him.. He could use something to calm him down a bit, I swear it's like every elf has some sort of personality issues. By the way, I'm names Kyle, you?" -Kyle still has his bow drawn but lower and the arrow held in place in one hand.
Kyle Green: THE HORRID DM: The man watches Siara move off, then smirks a little as he manages to catch the girl behind the tent. He glances to Kyle, then back to the tent before throwing a funny grin at Kyle. "Nice surprise for your friend... last I remember, she wasn't wearing much else than her skin..."
Kyle Green: (now it makes less sense because of my post xD)
Kate: XD
Kate: (Aw well, we know what we're doing!)
Siara: (Why'd you switch your name?)
Kate: (accidentally signed out)
Siara: (Ah, got it
Siara: )
Kate
The man chuckles and softly hits Kyle on the shoulder in place of a handshake. "Rooke. Don't know the girl's name, so I can't introduce her... little fox."
The girl, eyeing Siara, reaches back into the tent and finds her clothes. She keeps her eyes on Siara, her back to the tent the whole time as she dresses. Finally, she stands there wearing a simple black button-up shirt with black trousers smartly drawn up by a black leather belt. She wears knee-hi black boots. No weapons.
Kate changed name to THE HORRID DM
THE HORRID DM: ((A little overboard clothing and weapons' wise, but... http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/20... Not too different face and stuff. No tatts.))
http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2011/335/8/3/836beb1d2ad773e54dc4023d4eb68b07-d4hqbzk.jpg
Siara nods as he hears the girl finish dressing. "Now then, miss Drow... Can you tell me why you're here?"
Kyle Green: barks louder- "Hey if you two love birds are done how about we keep heading upstream before something else tries to rip my face off?"
THE HORRID DM: "No," she says simply. Her voice is strong yet quiet, thick with an exotic accent. "Can you?"
Siara sighs. "That makes four of us. What has happened here tonight..." He looks over his shoulder at the girl. "Sorry about the threat, I didn't want you running off just yet. None of us here have any intention of hurting you or we could have done it already."
THE HORRID DM: Rooke moves towards the tent, starting to gather up the misc. knickknacks that have been thrown about. He finds a backpack in the tent and piles everything he can find into it before starting to dissessemble the tent. He grins at the girl almost the whole time, his eyes a little... wandering.
Kyle Green: can't help but laugh a bit rubbing his ear where he felt her breath- "Makes me wonder what she was doing behind me.. Guess not even drows can stop themselves from checking me out.."
THE HORRID DM
The drow stands still for a moment, her eyes washing over Siara, then she curls her lip. "Perhaps HE already has... I woke to him undressing-"
"Hey, no I wasn't..." Rooke says with a wide grin - too wide. "Nah, she was already undressed..."
She turns to him, an angry scowl written across her face... then it is shot at Kyle. "I was going to brain you and take your clothes, actually, human... and THIS human did undress me as I was waking up. No mistake. I have never seen him before in my life."
Kyle Green: (I'm just happy this is making the night pass on quickly might I add, Vex you getting tired?)
THE HORRID DM: (Heh! I'm glad)
Kyle Green: () I was going to brain you? xD Typo? ()
THE HORRID DM: (Nope! She said that. In the sense of... I was gonna hit you over the head until you were unconscious)
Siara places a hand lightly on the drow's shoulder. "Please relax, miss. It's natural for males to want to see a lovely female undressed. Well... " (-_-)ゞ゛"Hume males, anyways."
Siara: (Nope, not tired yet, oddly.)
THE HORRID DM: (Yay!)
Kyle Green: holds up his arm scratching the back of his head with a slight blush- "Awww.. ya know next time you could just ask if you want my clothes off that bad miss... I ain't that shy.."
Kyle Green: (fyi this is kinda what Duke is like, but more cockier )
THE HORRID DM: The drow woman glares at Kyle for a very long moment, then turns her attention fully back to Siara. "So it is true? He does not remember anything as you two do not remember anything? This is... strange."
THE HORRID DM: (Britta'll luv 'im!)
Siara nods. "Unfortunately, it seems that everyone has lost... mm, the last few days or so of memories, in addition to being knocked unconscious somehow."
Kyle Green: turns back and takes a couple steps toward the river- "So we heading out yet luv, or we still waiting on something? Also name is Kyle, Kyle Green incase you didn't hear me Miss?" -he seems to be asking her name
Siara taps the back of his head with his sword. "Right, introductions. My name is Siara, and that's Raiden." He nods to Raiden, who nods in response.
Kyle Green: (Also how do you say that name Vex? Siara)
Kyle Green: (Si-ra?)
THE HORRID DM: The Drow is quiet for a moment, continuing to look at Siara for a moment, nods gently and cordially, then turns her head towards Kyle. "Hyna Liadon," she says.
THE HORRID DM: (I would have thought Sigh-ara)
Siara: (See-AH-ra)
THE HORRID DM: (okey dokes!)
Siara: (It sounds similar to sierra, but an ah sound instead of an eh sound)
Kyle Green: is ready to go!
THE HORRID DM
Rooke grins and waves a hand towards Hyna as he shoulders his pack and the tent roll below it. "I'm Rooke, just in case you-"
"I heard the first time." Hyna still seems a little peeved with him. She starts to move past him, but he puts a hand out, blocking her way.
"I didn't find any weapons inside the tent... you not carrying any?" He looks down at her body, a snide grin on his face.
THE HORRID DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Kyle Green rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
THE HORRID DM rolled a die. The die showed: 3
Kyle Green is off in his own world trying to figure out if it would look better if he leaded, or covered the rear.
Siara: (Wait, what are we rolling for? I think I lagged out again)
Kyle Green: (I was rolling to see if Kyle was watching the group or not, I went with no)
THE HORRID DM
"Do not need them," Hyna says simply... then smacks a fist in the centre of Rooke's face. He yelps, stumbling back as he holds his nose - now bleeding, and blinks at Hyna in astonishment before grinning a little, shaking his bloodied hand.
"Yeah, I probably deserved-"
"Let's get going," Hyna mutters as she moves towards Kyle. Rooke touches his nose a few times, then shakes his head and grins as he turns to follow.
THE HORRID DM: (I was rolling for Hyna's attack. )
Kyle Green: (Damn it all, ROUND)
THE HORRID DM: (Heh, we'll start walking. )
Kyle Green: (Also I'm 'covering' the rear guard)
THE HORRID DM: (ok... other words, keeping an eye on Hyna's rear?)
THE HORRID DM: (Siara!)
Siara: (Yes?)
Siara: (What, you want me to lead again?)
THE HORRID DM: (Say something! XD)
THE HORRID DM: (Could... or boss someone else into leading. )
Siara: (Meh)
Siara sighs again. "Fine, where are we going now? Anyone know which way is north?"
THE HORRID DM
Rooke looks around, then at the river. "Well, which way do rivers flow in this land...?"
"You don't even know where we are. We could be in a different land," Hyna murmurs. She motions to the trees, using the same technique as Kyle. "North is that way."
THE HORRID DM: She points upriver. Rooke smirks and starts out ahead of the group, throwing Hyna another appreciative glance as he passes her. Hyna warily watches him, then glances towards Siara. Her tongue slips into the elvish speech. "Do you know how much time has passed since you lost your memory? Or has that escaped you also?"[/elvish]
Siara responds in Elven. "No, sadly. I woke up with Kyle in a hut not far from here, but I have no way of telling how long it's been. Not even Raiden remembers. The dwarf living in the hut told us to find the river and then head north, where we would find a town."
THE HORRID DM: "Did he remember the past little while?" Hyna asks him, still in Elvish.
Siara "Sadly, also no. He's lived here for a long time, but said nothing of how we came to be in his house, which means that everyone was affected at the same time. I don't know of any spells that could affect such a wide area though..."
THE HORRID DM: Hyna softly nods, then glances about. "I am no magic-wielder, but I too have never heard of anything that could cause such widespread amnesia... at first, I believed myself to have been drugged by the hume, but... I suppose your appearance has disproved that."
Kyle Green: walks backward keeping his eyes open and lighting his candle lamp all the while before hopping up his pace to catch up with Siara and Hyna seeing them chatting a bit.- "Ya.. I completely agree this forest is pretty. I wonder how far north this town is, by the Gods I hope we don't have to camp. All I have is my packbag and no bedroll with me.." -Kyle says, acting like he can understand them.
Kyle Green: ((I can't help but think of Draven Vex xD haha))
Kyle Green: (Could I make a bluff check to mimic them, so they may think I can understand elven?)
Siara: (How would you bluff a language?)
THE HORRID DM: (Sure, heh heh! - He's just bluffing that he understands it.)
Kyle Green: (^^^)
Kyle Green: (I'm just bluffing that it seems like I understand, not that I'm speaking it)
Kyle Green rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Kyle Green: (damn.. so close)
Kyle Green: (No bonuses by the way)
THE HORRID DM: (We're too smart! You can't fool us!)
Siara glances over at Kyle and grins to himself. "Silly little hume..."
THE HORRID DM: Hyna smirks at Kyle. "I brought nothing with me, obviously... not even my own bedroll," she says in Common.
THE HORRID DM: Rooke grins and turns back. "Oooh! I know what that means! You don't respond, otherwise it's like... an opportunity to smack you in the face for inviting her to share."
THE HORRID DM: "He catches on quick," Hyna notes with a somewhat sly smirk.
Siara rubs at his temples. "Humes, I swear..."
THE HORRID DM: (Anyone want to do any checks...?)
Kyle Green: nods in agreement- "I know right? The moment one saves your ass, all you can do is be thankful..."
Siara: (First reaction- "how cute, he wants to impress the Drow". Second reaction - "-facepalm-")
Kyle Green rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Kyle Green: (Awareness)
THE HORRID DM: (Heh heh!)
Kyle Green: (And that was Kyle just wanting more Kyle time)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Siara: (18 and 14)
THE HORRID DM: You hear moaning coming from upriver within the trees. Unnatural, creepy, haunting moaning...
THE HORRID DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
THE HORRID DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Siara stops, shivering slightly. "That... doesn't sound good."
Kyle Green: jumps to, hopping on a larger rock near the river bed peering out into the darkness best he can- "Oh this amazing luck.. I believe we found another angry mob.. Maybe the one that ate my best orc friend in world. Time to look sharp.." -stringing arrow and taking aim for any evil things!
THE HORRID DM: Hyna hesitates in her steps, glancing at the others. Rooke stops and draws his greatsword, slipping into a combat pose. "Ms. Hyna, why don't you let us gents handle whatever it is?" he suggests, but only gets a roll of eyes in response.
Siara facepalms, then looks to Hyna. "Have you any skill with scimitars?"
Kyle Green: a loud PFFF~~ can be heard from Kyle's direction as he exhale loudly- "Oh come on, no need to get your panties in a bunch.. It's problem just some people all having a sore throat.. It is that time of the year I think."
Kyle Green: probably***)
THE HORRID DM: On the shore of the river, you see a large, shadowy creature. It seems to be the shape of a wolf, but the legs are... strange, closer to the ground. It hisses loudly at the group as it slowly nears. It must be at least six feet in length, not including it's grey tail. It's face is hidious, like a goblin's face, but... repeatedly stomped on. It's teeth glint in the light of Kyle's lantern. As it nears, you can see it has large, callous hands in place of paws on all four feet.
THE HORRID DM: As it nears, it moans along with the hisses.
Kyle Green: (And I release my ready action and fire?)
Siara: (Manticore?)
THE HORRID DM: Hyna shakes her head at Siara. "I may take Rooke up on his suggestion for a short while. This creature... does not look like it will be a challenge."
THE HORRID DM: (You guys have to do IC checks to find out what it is... or near enough. Go ahead, Kyle!)
Kyle Green: yells down to the group- "See.. I told ya, nothing to worry about. Unless you happen to be attached to your flesh."
Kyle Green: Rapid shot!
Kyle Green rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Kyle Green rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
THE HORRID DM: (Mods?)
Kyle Green: (Is it withen 30ft of me?)
THE HORRID DM: (We can assume so. )
Kyle Green: (18, and 15.)
THE HORRID DM: (First hits. Second, not)
THE HORRID DM: (Roll damage)
Kyle Green rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 2
Kyle Green: (6 points)
Siara nods and draws both blades, ready to dash. "As you wish."
THE HORRID DM: The creature gives a rough cough as an arrow spears into the flesh of its shoulder. It growls and shows it's teeth to you all... and you see green venom drip from it's canines. (Thought the guy with the bow should have first attack. Hyna is standing back, so Rooke, Siara, and creature, roll initiative)
THE HORRID DM: ((Rooke))
THE HORRID DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
THE HORRID DM: ((haha...))
THE HORRID DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Kyle Green: O,O
THE HORRID DM: ((... how does that work!?))
Kyle Green: (compare Dex scores)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Siara: (Greeeat)
THE HORRID DM: (Crap, the same!)
Kyle Green: (What is there Dex each?)
THE HORRID DM: ((15))
Kyle Green: (Both?)
THE HORRID DM: ((Yes!))
Kyle Green: (Then you roll again as a tie breaker)
THE HORRID DM: ((Creature: ))
THE HORRID DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
THE HORRID DM: ((Okay! Rooke, Siara, Rai, Creature, Kyle))
THE HORRID DM: Rooke closes the distance with the creature, swinging his greatsword into the creature's side...
THE HORRID DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
THE HORRID DM: ... Rooke seems to take an extra step and completely misses the creature, his blade smacking down into the dirt.
THE HORRID DM: ((Siara))
THE HORRID DM: ((quick brb! Keep going.))
Kyle Green: (Vex hate tell ya, but you got +0 to hit if you swing both swords, just be raw dice to hit. Damage will still be D6+2 though)
Kyle Green: (If you flank the monster you get +2 hit on each swing though)
THE HORRID DM: ((back))
Siara: (Flank = hit from the side, right?_
Siara: )
THE HORRID DM: The monster hisses at Rooke, baring it's teeth again. It's ears flip forward, displaying strange feathers behind the ears, like a frond of sorts... you notice these feathers around the tip of its' tail also.
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Siara: (Not sure whether +2 or +0 since I'm aiming to cut along the side)
THE HORRID DM: (Flank - backside)
THE HORRID DM: (Flanking someone is coming up behind them)
Kyle Green: (Flank is one person on each oppistie sides )
Siara: (Alright, rolling damage then)
Siara rolled a die. The die showed: 5
Siara rolled a die. The die showed: 1
Siara: (7 and 3)
THE HORRID DM: The creature whines under your attacks, flinching in pain as you open gashes in its sides. It gnashes it's teeth and starts turning around towards Siara.
Siara takes a low stance, then dashes head-on towards the creature. Before he gets too close, he sidesteps, seeming to disappear for a split second as he moves to run beside it instead, holding his blades out beside him to carve into the beast. One of them leaves a nice gash, but the other disengages before cutting all the way through.
THE HORRID DM: Mine after yours.
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Siara: (Pretty sure that's a miss)
THE HORRID DM: (Aye)
THE HORRID DM: (Back to Kyle!)
THE HORRID DM: (oh wait, no)
THE HORRID DM: (TO ME!)
THE HORRID DM: The creature advances on Siara, it's jaws opening wide as it leaps at him...
THE HORRID DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Siara watches Raiden charge for the beast, attempting to leap on top of it, but aiming too high and sailing way over the monster.
THE HORRID DM: ((Uh... no way that hits.))
THE HORRID DM: ((Unless your AC is 11...))
Siara: (15)
THE HORRID DM: ((Kyle!))
Kyle Green: Seeing as the group is now smashing into the monster, Kyle shifts back and forth trying to find a clear shot taking a small breath of air the exhaling as the releases another arrow for the creatures neck.
Kyle Green rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Siara jumps straight up as the monster tries to bite him, landing heavily on its skull before jumping off with a flip.
Kyle Green rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Siara: (Still has the same taste for show as Esch xD)
Kyle Green: (9 and 10 both misses, damn this melee!)
THE HORRID DM: The arrows thud heavily into the ground.
THE HORRID DM: Rooke takes a step after the creature, slamming his greatsword down...
THE HORRID DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
THE HORRID DM rolled a die. The die showed: 5
THE HORRID DM rolled a die. The die showed: 3
THE HORRID DM: (Dah, forgot how I convert damage...)
Kyle Green: curses as everyone seems to be wanting to get shot, by dodging back and forth- "Come on.. get out of line of fire.. ehh.." -he grits his teeth fully knowing he would have hit home if he wasn't trying to not hit Siara and Rai.
THE HORRID DM: (9 and 7)
Kyle Green: (No Kate)
THE HORRID DM: (... how do I convert damage, Kitt?)
THE HORRID DM: (No, those are the damage mods.)
Kyle Green: (What do you mean?)
Kyle Green: (What's his str?)
THE HORRID DM: (17)
Kyle Green: (So +3, gets a extra 50% for two-handed rounded down to a +4... 5+3+4 = 12)
THE HORRID DM: (Wow, okay. Next person!)
THE HORRID DM: The creature bows under Rooke's merciless attack and veers away from him, a whining moan escaping it's teeth. Venom dribbles on the ground from it's mouth and from it's wounds.
THE HORRID DM: ((Siara?))
Siara: (w)
THE HORRID DM: Hyna is standing back, keeping watch and flicking glances at the fight to see how it's going.
Siara: (Sorry, it's a spell xD)
THE HORRID DM: (Heh, that's ok. )
Siara shivers as he sees the poison. "Alright then, let's slow this bad boy down..." He looks over to the others. "I'm not aiming for you specifically, but... You might want to jump." Crouching down, he holds his swords before him as if praying, his gold eyes glowing brightly. "Squirm... Strangle... Entwine!" Driving the swords into the ground, he releases a wave of green energy into the ground, radiating outwards. Nearby plants and shrubs seem to become more vibrant, rapidly extending tendrils and branches towards the monster to trap and restrain it, the forest floor becoming thick with vegetation.
Kyle Green: (I can't wait to see this next roll I do xD)
THE HORRID DM: Rooke backs off as the plants move forward to trap the creature, Hyna already out of the range of the fight and now looking on in curiosity.
Siara: (I feel like Zyra now...)
THE HORRID DM: (I wonder what Kitt's up to!)
THE HORRID DM: (... I WISH I UNDERSTOOD THESE LOL REFERENCES! XD!!!)
Kyle Green: (Hurry up and do your dog now)
THE HORRID DM: The creature turns it's head from side to side, watching as the plants encircle and trap him. He whines nervously, then starts moaning again, starting to struggle.
Siara: (Well, you understood that it was a LoL reference, so you're getting there. Zyra is plant lady - quite literally, a plant shaped like a lady. One of her skills is a lineshot that immobilizes anyone in the way for a few seconds.)
Kyle Green: (Dog go, quick!)
Siara: (rolling to hit with Rai)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
THE HORRID DM: MISS
Kyle Green: )I'm late for my round xD(
Siara: (Another miss, lovely)
THE HORRID DM: (Go Kyle!)
Kyle Green: watches the wild growth from his higher position looking kinda annoyed before murmuring under his voice- "Geez.. showoff.." Kyle then signals to Hyna as he pulls out another arrow and hold it out toward her- "Oh ya, this shot going to be it.. I would say wish me luck.. But no need.." -he smirks as he notches and pulls back a single arrow concentrating on aiming this time, instead of firing as many as he can- "This shot for the lady.."
Kyle Green rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Kyle Green: (17?)
THE HORRID DM: (Oooh, burn, sorry Kyle...)
THE HORRID DM: (... does high vantage point do any mods?)
Kyle Green: (Umm.. I think to AC, maybe a plus +1 to hit, I never really get to use it)
THE HORRID DM: (If it does, then you... are in luck. You only need 1 more point.)
Kyle Green rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 6
Kyle Green: (10 points, ROUND)
THE HORRID DM: (Whoa, you totally shot it dead... lemme detail. Go on your round!)
Siara: (Wait, did the monster totally skip its turn?)
THE HORRID DM: (It was entangled. It couldn't do anything, could it?)
THE HORRID DM: (It could have spent it's turn getting untangled, I think... no attack, though.)
Siara: (Yeah, the entangled creatures can spend their turn trying to escape with a Strength check, but can only move half as fast/far)
THE HORRID DM: The creature's mouth gapes as the arrow finds it's mark true between the thing's eyes. It hisses it's dying breath, eyes rolling back, tail flopping limp, legs turning to jelly as it falls on it's side... and in a brilliant puff of smoke...
THE HORRID DM: ... it's a dead chicken lying on it's side with an arrow in it's face.
Siara tilts his head in surprise, allowing the magic to dissipate. "An illusion...?)
Siara: "
THE HORRID DM: Hyna is quiet for a moment, having rolled her eyes earlier at Kyle, but now... she just cracks up, bursting into raucous laughter. She puts a hand over her mouth and turns away to stifle her giggles.
Siara: (Kyle is getting no favors from her any time soon)
THE HORRID DM: She manages to catch her breath and chokes out, "Really... nice trick, Kyle... ahaha! You guys were fighting a chicken!"
THE HORRID DM: ( XD!!))
THE HORRID DM: (I'll wait for Kyle before putting Rooke's reaction.)
Siara looks back at Hyna. "No chicken on this plane has the ability to cast illusions. We're not alone.)
THE HORRID DM: (... aw, I can't now! I have to!)
Siara: "
Kyle Green: (I got it, Entangle denided it's dex mod to AC for being flat-footed)
THE HORRID DM: Rooke, previously standing there with the most confused look on his face, shakes his head and stoops over the dead chicken, prodding it with a finger. He turns it over and looks at the ground about it, curling his lip in a mixture of confusion, disgust, and finally, a little bit of triumph. "If it had been an illusion, the poison wouldn't have stayed on the ground... see?" He picks up a nearby twig on the ground and prods it into the poison, the green liquid oozing off the twig as he lifts it.
THE HORRID DM: (ah'kay)
Siara nods. "A polymorph then. But who, or what, would turn a chicken into... whatever that was?"
Kyle Green: throws up a arm and wooh as the thing drops, he starts nodding to himself before it poofs into a chicken which then he stops and thinks. After a moment of Hyna laughing Kyle blows it off like it was nothing- "Well ya, I told ya'll it was harmless.."
Kyle Green: hops down, and see which of his arrows are able to be recovered. (50% chance in the ones that hit.. So out of two arrows..)
Kyle Green rolled a die with 100 sides. The die showed: 81
Kyle Green rolled a die with 100 sides. The die showed: 9
THE HORRID DM: Hyna manages to collect herself and comes over for a look. She crouches next to Rooke, watching the poison as he lifts it on the twig. Rooke's eyes stray to her briefly and he grins. Hyna takes the twig from him and lifts it to her nose to sniff at it.
Kyle Green: snatches up the killing blow arrow and cleans it off before putting it back into his quiver- "Well that was strange... Ya I think Rook is right.. And who would poly a chicken, like seriously do wizards have that little to do?"
THE HORRID DM: Rooke grins a bit and stands, leaving Hyna to sniff at the poison. "I'd have never thought they could make a chicken attack people like that... mind, it really didn't know how to hit us, did it?"
Siara shrugs. "A polymorph is a shapeshift, nothing more. The target's mind and personality remain."
THE HORRID DM: Things start to click together for the two of you, Siara and Kyle. The dead chicken on the doormat now makes complete and utter sense.
Siara blinks, then looks at Kyle. "You don't think... Back at the hut..."
Kyle Green: picks his teeth with a arrow while tapping his foot- "I got this bad feeling we're in some wizard's closet, or personal island.. I hope I'm wrong.. I hate magic.. ehh"
THE HORRID DM: Hyna stands, still sniffing at the stick. She doesn't seem too pleased, unable to decipher the scent or recognize it's possible origins. She couldn't even examine the body to see what the chicken may have been polymorphed into.
Kyle Green: (( Yup I think this might just be Duke Jackal before he grows up and changes his name))
THE HORRID DM: ((haha! XD ))
Kyle Green: (fyi Duke doesn't use magic)
Kyle Green: (17 arrows before I forget)
THE HORRID DM: Hyna drops the twigs and rests her hands on her hips. "Siara, you said earlier that the dwarf you came in contact with had no memory of prior events, like yourselves... but then, how would Kyle have gotten directions from him?"
Siara 's ears twitch. "It's possible that since he's lived here for so long, he knows about the surrounding area..."
Kyle Green: motions to the river- "Or.. he is mistaken this river for one where he used to live, and this is just chance that in the new world there is a river here."
THE HORRID DM: Hyna tilts her head back slightly. "Perhaps." She doesn't seem convinced, but shrugs. "Then what if there is no town north? What if we are just venturing into a wilderness?"
Siara shrugs again. "We have no other leads."
THE HORRID DM: Rooke sighs and looks at Hyna. "Check your shirt pocket, Hyna."
THE HORRID DM
"What?" Hyna asks, frowning.
"I saw a piece of paper sticking out of it..."
"Oh, right, when you were undressing me?"
Kyle Green: shrugs back- "It's the only thing we got to go on.. Plus all rivers have towns somewhere along them.. Except the dead river.. that place is full of some nasty thing I've been told."
THE HORRID DM: Rooke pauses, makes a few faces, then winces. "Yeah, okay Hyna... yes. Just check it, would you?"
Kyle Green: punches Rooke shoulder- "I knew it.. Can't blame too much.."
Kyle Green: ya*
THE HORRID DM: Hyna moodily reaches into her shirt pocket and pulls out a piece of aged paper. She unfolds it, shooting Rooke and Kyle glares before reading over the paper. "Well, I don't remember this."
Siara tosses a small dagger at Kyle's foot. "That's quite enough."
Kyle Green: plucks the dagger from the ground, then puts it in pack- "Actually I disagree, you can never have enough knifes.."
THE HORRID DM: She hands the paper to Siara - the writing is in Elvish and reads clearly: "Thank you for purchasing Windwater Hall. Here is your key, enjoy your new home!"
THE HORRID DM: Hyna reaches into her shirt pocket and fishes around, then checks her trouser pockets, then spreads her hand in a shrug. "No key..."
Kyle Green uses the new knife to start cutting off small pieces of a chunk of goat cheese still in his pack.
Kyle Green: takes plenty of time unwrapping the cheese hunk, and cutting small slices one by one enjoying it- "Ya know.. this cheese, I just can never grow tired of it.. Mhmm.." -he says
Siara snaps his fingers, a retrieval command for Raiden, who reaches up on his hind legs to try and take the knife, then takes the paper from Hyna. "Thank you for... what? New home? Out here?"
THE HORRID DM: Rooke is warily watching Hyna, expecting an attack from her at any time, but also basking a bit in Kyle's encouraging words. He did nothing wrong! Any man in his situation with a gorgeous woman cuddled up to him in his bedroll would have done the same! He starts eyeing the cheese that Kyle has, frowning just slightly.
Kyle Green: ttyl i gtg guy
THE HORRID DM: Hyna makes an awkward face, spreading her hands again. "I... guess so. But it doesn't make any sense. I am not a woman of means, there is no way I could have bought a house."
Kyle Green: faulse alamr
Siara: (It's funny that the Chaotic Neutral has the highest chances of getting with Hyna >.>)
Kyle Green: (Nevermind still here)
THE HORRID DM: (False? Good!)
Kyle Green: crosses his legs sitting down on a riverside stone, finishing up some stale bread and cheese. He looks to Rooke and slides him the remains once he has his snack fill- "Take the rest.. I lied, I am growing tired of it."
THE HORRID DM: Rooke snorts lightly, then sits down on another rock and starts eating. He glances at Hyna and Siara, but the drow seems to have her whole attention on Siara, as per usual. He leans a bit nearer to Kyle. "Bet you 50 gold you can't get her before he does," he whispers jokingly.
THE HORRID DM: (( http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/3... Rooke ))
http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/357/1/e/id2_by_albino_z-d35hf5y.jpg
Kyle Green: cya
Kyle Green: ttyl guys later
Siara twitches a single ear, but gives no other indication of having heard them.
THE HORRID DM: (Aw, bye!)
Siara: (Ta)
Siara: (Well that was incredibly fun)
Siara: (I didn't think I'd be able to pull a character out on the spot)
THE HORRID DM: (That's good! I had fun too! Do you want to continue Siara and Hyna's conversation or leave it for another time? - Neither did I! For any of us!)
Siara joined the chat
Siara: (I'm game to keep this campaign going while Quake and Guilt are ooc)
THE HORRID DM: (It'd be fun! I'd be game too.)
THE HORRID DM: (want to finish off Siara and Hyna's conversation?)
Siara: (Sure, if we can xD)
THE HORRID DM: (We're being elves. We're allowed to give humans the cold shoulder!)
Siara: (Fair enough)
THE HORRID DM: Hyna makes an awkward face, spreading her hands again. "I... guess so. But it doesn't make any sense. I am not a woman of means, there is no way I could have bought a house."
Siara takes the knife from Raiden as he trots back happily, stowing it before looking at the letter again. "Windwater... I feel like I've heard that name, but it's nowhere near the forest of my home. Perhaps I could write to my brother and see if he knows of it. Either way, it feels like we're being toyed with."
Siara: (Kitt says it was a lot of fun and we'll have to play again)
THE HORRID DM: (Tell him thanks! I enjoyed it to and would be totally up for it again!)
THE HORRID DM: Hyna nods softly, then takes the piece of paper from him and tucks it within her shirt pocket again. She stands silently for a moment, then switches to Elvish for a bit of privacy. "Perhaps Windwater is here in these woods somewhere. I honestly don't know how I ended up in Rooke's tent, so perhaps he has something to do with it... tell me, where do you last remember being?"
Siara tilts his head. "The last place I remember being... A town, somewhere. The name eludes me, but it was a fairly large town. There was a large forest just outside one of the gates, that many of the townsfolk recommended against entering... It might be this forest, in which case the warning would be accurate..."
THE HORRID DM: ((I'm gonna give myself 10 mins, then bedtime. Getting tired. ))
Siara: (You lasted a long time xD)
THE HORRID DM: (Heh, I shouldn't have!!)
THE HORRID DM: (... but it was too much fun, I had to.)
Siara: ( I had a lot of fun as well)
Siara: (Also, for the record, Siara is 98% gay xD)
Siara: (He can appreciate a female body and can be charming as all hell owing to the many years of experimentation he did, but was ultimately more comfortable with males. It would take a very special female to really catch his interest.)
THE HORRID DM: Hyna nods. She seems a little confused, then opens her mouth to speak before closing it again, her brows furrowing. After a few more moments, she looks up again. "I was... walking. I don't know where or from, but that is my last memory, before that, I was at... at Goldelm Halls..."
THE HORRID DM: (Hyna is straight. She's not even looking for a relationship - Siara is just the only one who doesn't appear to be eyeing her up all the time, and she trusts him more because he is an elf.)
THE HORRID DM: (two mins, then I'm fainting...)
Siara crosses his arms, thinking. "It sounds like we might have been knocked out and dragged in here, whether by magic or by physical force... But who would do such a thing and why have yet to be seen. We don't know where we are or what's around. Either there are creatures that can polymorph, or someone - possibly even someTHING - is in here with us, fully aware of what's happening."
THE HORRID DM: "They must have a sick sense of humor, then," Hyna mutters. "I would never share a bedroll with a stranger... also, my coin purse is gone. So is Rooke's... have you any gold left on your person?"
THE HORRID DM: (one more post... *zombiefies*)
Siara shakes his head. "A wizard rogue, perhaps?"
THE HORRID DM: "Perhaps... though, I am not entirely convinced we are within another dimension or land. The weather is fair, despite the night, and this forest isn't too different from the other forests I have seen..."
THE HORRID DM: (I'm sleepy. Goodnight!)
Siara: (Naito xD)
THE HORRID DM: (Was fun! *disappears*)

Session 2

14th October 2012

Kate: (So! Where we up to?)
Siara: (Pfft, I do that on normal days, it feels fine for me)
Kyle: (Your DM IDK)
Kate: (hah)
Kate
Siara shakes his head. "A wizard rogue, perhaps?"
THE HORRID DM: "Perhaps... though, I am not entirely convinced we are within another dimension or land. The weather is fair, despite the night, and this forest isn't too different from the other forests I have seen..."
Kate: Hyna shakes her head and shifts her attention back to Kyle and Rooke. Her tongue slips from elvish back to Common. "What do you two propose we do? Rest here until light, or continue walking?"
Kyle: pops up dusting off the bread crumbs from his chest- "Pff~ That's easy we keep walking, I've had enough sleep.. But I understand if you two ladies need your beauty sleep.."
Kate: Rooke snorts and finishes off with the cheese, licking his fingers as he also stands. "Had a nice long rest with the lady on my chest - 'Mm good."
Siara plays with one of his daggers, contemplating throwing at Kyle's face
Siara: (throwing it*)
Kate changed name to THE HORRID DM
THE HORRID DM: (I like this name.)
THE HORRID DM: (All right - any checks before we move on?)
Kyle: (MUhahaha, I love being a jerk )
THE HORRID DM: (Heh heh!)
Siara: (I like being semi-sadist)
Kyle: (No checks here, just blindly heading upstream!)
THE HORRID DM: (Any checks, Siara?)
Kyle: (AWARENESS)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
THE HORRID DM: ((...))
Siara: (Um. Don't even need to roll for Raiden now.)
THE HORRID DM: (DARN! YOU KNOW EVERYTHING!)
THE HORRID DM: Siara, you glance across the river and the clouds overhead part just long enough to let through a bit of starlight over the rippling water. You can see that the water is flowing northwards, the same direction the party is moving in, and across the river, you're very certain you see a cobblestone road. Then the clouds cover the stars once more.
Kyle: (tresspasser brb)
THE HORRID DM: You reckon the river to be about, ehh... 100 ft across.
THE HORRID DM: (GO BEAT THEIR BUTT!)
Siara 's eyes seem to take on a silvery tinge as the clouds part, and he glances around to get his bearings. "Looks like we're on track. If any of you has a teleport spell, now would be a good time to speak - there's an actual path on the other side of the river, but it's too wide to cross normally."
THE HORRID DM
Hyna looks dumbly at Siara for a long moment, then facepalms herself. "I forgot the three of you can't see in the night... sorry. I thought you could all see the path. And no, I do not have any magic of any sort..."
Rooke spreads his hands in a shrug, grinning a little. Obviously there isn't anything magical on himself either - just a fighter.
Raiden joined the chat
Siara: (Cool, it works!)
THE HORRID DM: (... heh heh! Joined two windows, huh?)
Siara: (Yeah, I didn't think it would work though, I love when it can happen like this)
Kyle: (Damn kids, they ran off as they seen me walking toward them with my brightly yellow jacket)
Hyna joined the chat
Rooke joined the chat
THE HORRID DM: (( "Scary jacket coming! RUn away!!!"))
THE HORRID DM: ((Eh, I can't juggle 3 of these with all my other windows open... GO AWAY HYNA AND ROOKE!))
Siara: (xD)
Siara: (It gets laggier though)
Kyle: would take his time getting close to the riverside bed and looking across it, judging to see if he could make it.- "Ehh.. I could make it I think, but that would leave you all here stranded, I don't think I could sleep easy with that. We'll have to keep heading up stream till it chokes closer together or find a bridge."
THE HORRID DM: (Reflex check!)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
THE HORRID DM: You feel a slight rumble beneath your feet and quickly step back as the chunk of grass you were standing on collapses and plops off into the river.
Kyle: (Anyone know where my character sheet is?)
THE HORRID DM: (I'll grab it)
Siara: (Anything for me or Rai?)
THE HORRID DM: http://www.protonfish.com/dcalc/?n=Kyle%...
THE HORRID DM: (Nup, you two are fine - not as close to the river as Kyle)
Siara: (Alright)
Siara "You should watch your step, hume. A midnight swim would be dangerous."
THE HORRID DM: Rooke makes a face. "Ehh, to swim I'd have to take my armor off and leave it here... Not too fond of that scenario. Let's just keep walking."
Raiden trots along beside Siara
Kyle: kicks another rock into the stream then turns back- "So I guess we keep going, unless Hyna knows some of that elf fairy dust.."
THE HORRID DM: Hyna looks at Kyle with her glowy blue eyes and shakes her head. "No, I am not well-versed in magic, despite my heritage. Walking is our best option." Without further ado, she steps out ahead of the others, eyes scanning as she walks.
Siara falls into step behind Hyna, one blade still at the ready.
Siara: (making food, slower responses)
Kyle: rests his longbow behind his neck and wraps his arms over it as a rest- "So... this night got quiet quick. Anyidea's on what we should do to pass the time?" -starts whistling (making a whistling roll!)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Kyle is only average as whistling and grows bored of it rather quickly.
Siara: (Perform: Whistle? xD)
Kyle: (It's a real check!)
THE HORRID DM: (Awesome skill... no mods!?)
Kyle: (Nope)
Siara: (I'm gonna try a song check xD)
THE HORRID DM: As the five of you move along, there appears to be no further violence from whatever monsters lurk in these forests. The river's only danger is revealed if one steps too close to the edge. Minutes pass by, maybe 10, then maybe 15... then you start to feel like you've been walking forever with little to no change in scenery. Rooke's pace starts to get stroppy as if he's bored, swinging his arms a little too widely, adopting strange lopes... he gives an exasperated sigh with a flutter of his lips.
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Siara: (Ergh, don't know how good of a song it will be...)
THE HORRID DM: (If only rolling checks for songs was so easy... I'm pretty sure I roll a 1 everytime I try!)
Siara: (Try it now?)
THE HORRID DM: (Go for it)
Siara: (I meant you try a song check xD)
THE HORRID DM: (...)
THE HORRID DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
THE HORRID DM: (Ehh, I did mean in RL... XD)
Kyle: keeps in pace glancing at the wolf- "So anychance you and that mutt could track they chicken sense? It could lead us ya know, to who ever changed it.. Don't ya think? Unless it's not a hunting dog."
Siara grins when he hears Kyle whistling. "Silly hume..." He then clears his throat, and starts to sing softly. "Dreaming of the stars on high / That speak to me in secret sighs / Drifting on a breeze / Only I can feel - and hear..."
Raiden glances over his shoulder at Kyle, growling softly
THE HORRID DM: Hyna remains silent as she walks, seemingly lost in thought. She clasps her hands behind her back now and then, occasionally lifting them back up to move her hair behind her ears or rub at her face.
Siara stops singing and reaches down to comfort Raiden. "Easy, easy... Don't blame him, he doesn't know you." He then looks back at Kyle. "Raiden is a riding dog, but a dog nonetheless. If you thought to grab the chicken in question, -I- could -ask- Raiden to track it for us. Keep in mind he's sentient like you and me, even though he can't speak Common."
THE HORRID DM: (Round?)
Kyle: looks over to where the river is, does it look any different? - "At this rate we're never getting across this river, eh.."
Kyle: (Ya, actually why I posted so small xD)
Kyle: (ROUND)
THE HORRID DM: The river appears to be perhaps 20 ft less in width now, but it still doesn't feel enough, especially with the change in speed that it seems to have. It's starting to pick up pace and froth a little on the stones near it's shores.
Siara , getting no real response to his statement, decides to keep singing. "Could it be the sacred wind / That's calling me to now begin? / To walk into the dark / Carrying the light of tomorrow..."
THE HORRID DM
After about an hour or two since killing the creature, the group would start to smell the scent of salt. Hyna seems confused and glances at the others. "Does anyone else smell that? That can't be right... if this is North and we're heading towards a salt body of water..." She stops in her steps and stares at the river for a few moments, brows furrowing. "I wasn't in the North before this. I was deep in the South..."
"No kidding?" Rooke murmurs. "I'm starting to think maybe we're on an island, y'know... maybe one of us should climb one of these trees and see if we can take a look about."
Siara thinks for a moment, then snaps his fingers. "I could try that." (rolling Climb)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Siara: (HOT DAMN)
THE HORRID DM: (You are essentially a monkey!)
Siara: (I'm a druid, I'll make the try carry me up on a vine xD)
Siara: tree*
THE HORRID DM: (Go for it! Just gotta put the dishes away. Won't be long!)
THE HORRID DM: (back)
Siara cracks his fingers in front of him, then places one hand on a nearby tree. "Elevate... Climb..." A vine drops down, seeming to appear from out of nowhere, which he grips firmly, nodding as it wraps around his arm for extra support. "Druid's Ascent!" With a soft woosh, the vine retracts, pulling him into the air and placing him near the top of the tree.
THE HORRID DM: "What a show off..." Rooke says softly.
THE HORRID DM changed name to DM
DM: (Do an awareness check, and do another check just for fun.)
Siara: (btw, this is the song Siara was singing)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Siara: (Ha, now the roller likes me)
Siara
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rI2HlWJNcbs )
DM: (mod for awareness?)
Siara: (26)
Siara: (I AM THE ALL-SEEING DRUID)
DM: (Pretty song)
Siara: (It's another one that seems to fit the Seeker mission)
Kyle: holds up a finger- "Just want to say.. I called it, if we are on a island... But these trees really don't fit if so."
DM: As you ascend, the clouds seem to drift away on the wind letting starlight seep down on the tree canopies. Nearing the top, your eyes scan the horizon and find that the river is indeed flowing to an ocean. You can see twinkling lights in the far distance - a city perhaps. Seeing the path of the river and the breaks in the forest where it treads, you can tell that the city is jammed right up next to the ocean and the river - on the other side, mind, and towers high, built on a hill. Near the ocean there are more hills and a few mountains further to the east - you take this all in before the clouds again cover the sky.
DM: "Eh, well, forests... stick some druids, wizards and sorcerers in them and they suddenly don't fit anything," Rooke says with a smirking mutter.
DM: Hyna glances Kyle's way, frowns slightly, and glances him up and down as if evaluating him for some reason, then glances at the river once more.
Kyle: yells up at Siara simply smiling as he notices Hyna glances- "SO!? YOU SEE A BRIDGE OR ANYTHING UP THERE? OR ARE WE OUT OF LUCK AGAIN!?"
DM: (Oh... forgot that!)
DM: You saw no bridges.
Siara 's eyes shine brightly with the starlight as he looks around. "So beautiful..." Taking in the sights and committing them to memory, he slowly ascends, humming the last piece of the song. As he touches down, he pets Raiden, then heads back over to the group. "No bridge. Also no island. We're getting close though, and moving in the right direction - there's a town up ahead, where the river meets the ocean."
DM: Hyna looks at the others, then moves towards the river's bank. She crouches on a rock near the edge and trails her fingers in the water. "I will go across and see if I can find shallow spots... here, Siara." She takes the property note from her pocket and offers it to him. "So it won't get wet... we may need it later."
Siara nods and takes the note, tucking it safely in his pack.
Kyle: puts out another candle as he speaks- "Heck ya! About time something went right... Let's hit double time, I'm dieing to get some back to a warm fire and maybe get some answers.." -he says jumping to Siara side
Kyle: (Kate I'm doing a search check for a stick atleast 4-6 feet long.)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
DM: Hyna slips into the water, her body shifting against the current as her toes reach for the bottom of the river. Even at the shore's edge it is fairly deep, covering her waist. (You find a twig.)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
DM: (You find a good stick.)
Kyle: (What about now? heh)
DM: (Yup!)
Kyle: comes running back to the shore taking time to slowly step in, using the long stick to check ahead of himself for shallow areas- "I got this.."
DM: (Reflex check!)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Kyle: (Still a nine )
Kyle: (Walk softly and carry a big stick.)
DM: You lose your footing even in the shallower areas and now you know why Hyna was so cautious entering. The shoreline is even fairly deep. You keep a hold of your stick, however, and it jams between two rocks poking up from the river, stopping you from floating away while you try to regain your balance.
DM: Hyna holds onto the rock as she edges herself deeper into the water, then releases the rock and lets herself drift downriver a few paces before grabbing ahold of one of the rocks next to Kyle. "That's why I was going to do it - I can see into the water, unlike you."
Kyle: chuckles- "But the water look too good, plus what's the worst thing to happen, I drown and have to get mouth to mouth? Heh." -yells at this point- "Guy's the waters great, come on it.. Watch the first step, it's harsh!"
Kyle: (Vex... use some magic!)
DM: (Reflex checks if you enter the water, Siara/Rai)
Siara: (Sorry, just hit a huge lag spike, didn't see anything until now)
DM: "Worst that could happen is that we aren't alone in here," Hyna smirks. She curls up her legs so her booted feet are pressing against the stone before she pushes off, kicking towards the centre of the river. She seems to buckle a bit, but then stands, the water only up to her thighs. "Middle is fairly shallow..."
DM: (Oh dear)
Kyle: (Is it salt water mixed?)
DM: Rooke glances at the water and carefully eases himself in up to his waist. The current tugs at him and his heavy armor.
DM: (Fresh.)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
DM: Rooke successfully starts wading across the river, kicking a little at points, then clambers up onto the middle piece where the water isn't so deep. Anyone looking at him can tell he's fairly nervous. He obviously doesn't like swimming in armor.
Kyle is not getting upstaged by a girl, that is a elf. Swimming with her.
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Siara sighs. "Not really any use in giving me the note if I'm gonna get wet too..." He looks down at Raiden. "Can you wait for us at the other side?"
Kyle: (11!)
DM: (Oooohhh...)
Kyle: (11 + Stick bonuses Also Vex use a spell..)
Raiden nods and shrinks, disappearing in a small burst of green magic.
DM: (Ehh... the river isn't TOO rough. You reach the middle fine, Kyle.)
Siara: (What kind of spell? I'm a druid, I don't have water-breathing or manipulation)
Siara: (Unless you're saying it's okay for me to plantbend for free...)
Kyle: (ruid" target="_BLANK">http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD ruid also he can't just poof xD)
DM joined the chat
DM: (WEIRD LINK!)
Siara: (Scary link)
Kyle: (+1 to saving throws! Or you don't have too, just saying.. And ya, just go to dandwiki.com and find Druid 3.5 should tell you everything you need to know about Raiden)
DM: Hyna glances back at Siara, softly smirking before calling across to him. "If you don't want that note getting too wet, just stick it in your mouth... paper deals better with salavia than pure water. Just don't drool too much..."
Siara: (Raiden isn't a druid, just a husky-type riding dog that Siara shared some power with at one point.)
Kyle: (I know but he is a Animal Companion >,> )
Kyle: pulls out his 50ft of rope and throws one end to Rooke, and help him to the shallow end cause he is a nice guy!
Siara: (I was treating more like a celestial that was bound to this plane, with some limits)
Kyle: (I was going off your class skills, that's a DM ruling bonus there not mine so I'm going on my round.)
Siara: (Regardless of Raiden, that still doesn't explain if I can plantbend as a natural druid ability instead of a spell. Of course, for combat, it would expend a spell slot with Entangle)
DM: Rooke grins at Kyle for the help and stands on the middle bit, looking across to the other bank. Now that they're about 40 ft nearer to the other side, the two humans can see the road a little better - it is faintly illuminated by floating torchbugs, humming about.
DM: (If ya come up with a good story for why Raiden is celestial-esque, I'd be up for it. And plantbending... you need to check the height of the trees to see if they'd actually bend over the river fair enough. It's 80ft at this point for you.)
Siara: (Was thinking more a vine bridge, but that works too xD And Raiden isn't really celestial, it seemed like the most accurate way to describe it. He's just a riding dog made sentient through training and granted a tiny, tiny amount of power because he's bound to Siara.)
DM: (Yeah, I'd be okay with that.)
Siara sighs and takes the note back out, folding it as tightly as possible and popping it into his mouth before wading into the water, holding the loose ends of his robe tight to keep them from billowing around in the water too much.
DM: (Reflex if you're gonna walk. Swim if you're gonna swim to the middle.)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Siara: (13)
DM: (Swim or reflex?)
Siara: (Tiny power like I described earlier, the way he disappeared. Becoming more of a life essence and using the connection between plants to disappear from one spot and rematerialize in another a medium distance away, for crossing gaps etc)
Siara: Reflex)
Siara: (Pretty sure I slip a few times)
DM: (Sure, that works. Also... you don't slip.)
DM: You feel like you're being tugged at by the current, especially with your robes, but your feet are on the bottom, so you feel you'll make it across just fine. You make it to the middle with no problem, joining the others in the thigh-deep water.
Siara feels the tug of the current, trying to brace himself against it, moving slowly and carefully, but eventually making it to the middle, where he takes the note out of his mouth, seeing it remain mostly dry. "I knew I should have sprung for the waterproof bag instead..."
DM: Hyna glances at the note and smiles a bit. "Well... you can take care of that now. I don't... really want to touch it..."
Siara rubs at his knuckles, having scraped them lightly as he crossed. "You act like my saliva is toxic."
Kyle: (Just noting, everything you said about Rai would be a animal companion that druids get at lvl 1, that have magic link that lets you share spells and slowly increases his int. )
DM: "You're a druid," Rooke says simply with a smirk.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Kyle: splashes some water- "Ya, I wouldn't put it pass you Siara to spit acid or something worst.. Now I'm getting across.. " -swimming the rest of the way!
Kyle: (If I get the chance)
Siara: (Yeah, but there's no spell for becoming a life essence and teleporting through an area if there's plants nearby, so that's what I meant.)
Kyle: (There is, but it's high level spell)
DM: Kyle easily swims across, the current not quite as strong on this side of the river, nor as deep. As you swim, your knuckles and feet occasionally touch the bottom of the river and you easily clamber up on the other side. Rooke follows, walking, and manages to keep his pack dry, above the water.
Siara: (I see Animate Plants...)
Kyle: (Lvl 6! Transport via Plants: Move instantly from one plant to another of the same kind.)
Siara: (Ohhh)
Kyle: raises his arms in victory- "Boooya! First one across..." -throws rope to the elfs, Hyna first of course.
Siara: (Well, I gave that to Raiden because it's a pain in the ass rolling for two creatures >.>)
Kyle: (If he is husky, he is fat, if he is fat, he can swim very well)
DM: Hyna glances at Siara and smiles a little before following the others via swimming. She clambers up on the shore without the help of the rope, almost completely ignoring it, and looks about, then sits down in the grass and takes off her boots to pour out the water.
DM: Rooke takes the rope instead and heaves himself out with Kyle's help.
Kyle wiggling his toes enjoying the wet boots.
Siara: (Huskies are really furry, not fat)
DM: (They have good reserves of fat though.)
Kyle: (I disagree, they have a thick layer fat I bet! Also https://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-a... )
https://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/550851_435224693180230_355368730_n.jpg
Kyle: (Zyra the plant girl)
Siara: (I feel kinda like her, I really do xD)
DM: (Hehe!)
Siara: (Also, huskies do have fat, it's just compressed like a dolphin because thick fat would slow them down.)
DM: Rooke stands on the shore, dripping wet and looking around at the tiny torchbugs. "Well, now, aren't they just pretty?" he says with a smirk.
DM: (You want a fat dog that WON'T float? St. Bernard.)
Kyle: is too busy looking the otherway toward the elfs- "Ehh.. I say atleast a 8 out of 10.. But the bugs are nice too.. Now lets see how much farther we got to go. A fire would be nice right now.." -he says squeezing out some water from his shirt
Siara sighs and eats the note again, swimming the rest of the way and heaving himself out of the water, taking a moment to wring out his robes
Kyle: Awareness!
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
DM: The elf slowly looks up at Kyle, one eyebrow raising before her ear twitches agitatedly. She rolls her eyes and starts wringing the edge of her shirt and trouser legs to get the water out. "Perhaps Rooke would have some supplies in his pack?"
Kyle: (Damn the wet T-shirt contest going on, I can't focus! >,<
DM: You can see the cobblestone path - it's shored up by a wall made of stones (Haha! XD!) and leads north. There are no travellers upon it, no signposts... just the floating torchbugs.
Siara "If it's fire you need, I can provide, but it will be the only time I can cast it until I rest." He puts the note away properly.
DM: Rooke glances at Siara. "Yeah, might be a good idea at this point... 'ere, I'll go gather some firewood." He slips off his pack and drops it next to Kyle before stalking off towards the woods.
DM: Hyna wrings her hair to get the water out, then flops back in the grass and looks at the sky for a bit. She makes a grunt sound before rolling onto her belly, knees, and then getting to her feet once more. She moves to the stone path and looks both ways in the hopes of spotting someone walking along, but has no luck, even with her darkvision.
Siara nods, holding his hand before him in a loose fist, he eyes glowing lightly as he begins building magic for the spell. "Warmth... Heat..."
Kyle: shivers a bit when the winds hits him, instantly changing his mind to atleast camp for warmth till he is dry. He kicks at the ground a couple times before using the backside of his hatchet to dig a shallow pit and starts lining the outside with stones. - "Damn it all.. So close to a warm bed.. Just keep thinking.."
Raiden gradually appears from a tangle of vines nearby, rushing over to lean against Siara affectionately.
DM: "Has anyone else thought it's very possible all the residents of that city don't remember the past little while either?" Hyna softly murmurs, turning back and sitting down on the opposite side of Rooke's pack to Kyle.
Siara grins as Raiden reappears, petting him happily, then motioning to Kyle before turning to Hyna. "If that's happened, we're back to square one."
DM: Rooke wanders back, his arms full of dry twigs and leaves, a few sticks resting on his shoulder. He deposits them all into the firepit that Kyle has been gouging out of the dirt.
Raiden rubs against Siara once more before trotting over to Kyle, pressing against him in an attempt to share his dry warmth.
Kyle: stabs two of the sticks into the ground as he moves back from Rai a bit- "I'll pet ya in a moment.." - Kyle then throws off the chainvest he was given at base down, and takes his shirt off netting it to the twings to let it dry faster.- "That feels alot better.. Well with anyluck, they won't remember ether. Then we can atleast get a free place to stay maybe.."
Siara watches Rooke place the kindling and wood, his hand turning slightly red from the retained charge of magic. "Fire." Opening his palm, a large fireball bursts into existence with a small boom as the stored magic is released all at once. Lowering his palm, he lets the fireball float off his palm and into the collected firestuff, setting it alight and creating a contained blaze for them to enjoy.
DM: Rooke starts removing his breastplate armor with some difficulty, nodding along in agreement. "You must be talking about the town's residents? Maybe... how long are we planning on staying here at this site? Just enough to get warmed up, or are we going to rest here?"
DM: Hyna closes her eyes as the fireball busts into existence, but once again opens them - albeit tentatively - as the fire starts to burn through the twigs.
Kyle doesn't want to be the one to say he is tired, so instead stretches and promptly starting eating some jerky again.
Kyle: (brb)
DM: (ok)
Siara shrugs. "Either way is fine with me, but my vote is to stay here for the night. I used both of my lv1 spells, I won't be able to use them or any others of that level until I rest."
Raiden curls up next to Kyle, laying my head in his lap and hoping that he gets the idea
DM
Hyna eyes Kyle and the piece of jerky. She is quiet for a moment, her tongue briefly touching to her lips before she glances away. She glances at Rooke and motions to his bag. "Any food in there I can have?" she asks.
He nods, opening up the pack and taking out a metal box. It's a good size, but small enough to fit in a pack without too much trouble. "There should be, but I'm not sure..." He opens it up and looks inside, then raises an eyebrow. "Well... if you like maggots, yes there is food..."
"Blechh, not in the mood."
Kyle: (xD So out out of character saying levl one spell haha, funny stuff)
DM: (Unless druids actually have a system... but yeah, I was wondering about that... XD)
Siara: (Druids charge spells the same way as clerics, from what I read)
Siara: (Also, let's pretend he knows that there are various ranks of spells, and that Entangle and Produce Flame are of the second rank)
DM: (Heh, that works. )
DM: Rooke takes the box and empties it into the river. (Quick! Awareness checks! I'm doing one for Hyna. Rooke isn't.)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
DM: (hehe!)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Raiden rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Raiden: (17)
Siara: (12)
DM: (Hyna and Rae)
DM: *Rai
Kyle: takes his sweet time chewing slowly one of his last two jerky strips. While giving Raiden a small pat on the head, as he catches Hyna glance- "Something I can help ya with miss? You want a hunk of this meat?" -he say, ripping it slowly
DM: As Rooke shakes the box to empty it of the rotten food, both Hyna and Rai see a glint of metal fall out into the river - the shape of a key. Hyna immediently jumps to her feet, trips over Kyle, and leaps into the water after the little key.
DM: Rooke swears, frowning. "Is the drow THAT hungry? The gods, Kyle... shouldn't tease a hungry woman!"
Raiden sits up suddenly after spotting a glint of metal from the box. Rising quickly, he chases after the drow, following her progress in the river, barking wildly.
Kyle: stumbles in place when the girl almost tackles him- "Not my damn fought.. My shirt was wet.. Wait what are we talking about?"
Siara blinks as Raiden takes off, standing more slowly. "Rai? What's going on?"
DM: Rooke looks at Kyle a moment before getting the joke then laughs and shakes his head before turning his attention to the water. Hyna, not dealing with a lot of current, is facedown in the water, paddling. She's obviously lost the key and is searching for it.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
DM: (18)
DM: (Want Rai to roll?)
DM: (If he gets higher roll than she, he finds the key on the floor of the river first.)
Raiden rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Raiden: (Nope, woof)
DM: Hyna dives down a little, her fingers scraping the stones and soil at the bottom of the river before she returns to the surface, pulling herself out of the water. She's soaked to the bone and smiling a little. "Maybe that's our little key, Siara... bit small for a house door, though, isn't it?" She drops it into Siara's hand and sits a little closer to the fire, shivering lightly.
Kyle: (ROUND sry guys actually having people here at work is annoying >,> Seems everyone a dip shit and forgot there badge doesn't work at midnight)
DM: (Tell 'em to go away! XD)
Siara: (tyt xD)
Siara tilts his head. "What else could it be for?" He sees Hyna's hands shaking from the cold. Reaching out for the fire, he draws a few strands away, shaping them into another fireball that he holds out for Hyna. "You're soaked again. Hold out your hand for me?"
DM: Hyna offers him her hand, ducking her head close to her shoulders to retain warmth. "Never travelled with a druid before," she notes absentmindedly.
Raiden pads back over to Siara, laying heavily in his lap after it's free of fire.
Siara grins. "What a coincidence, neither have I..." He tilts his hand forward, letting the fireball float over to her hand, keeping the magic bound to himself so it doesn't go out unexpectedly. "That's still fire, so it'll burn you if you touch it. Keep it close though it'll help you warm up." He grunts as Raiden drops heavily into his lap, petting him as he watches the flames.
DM: Hyna nods her thanks and cups the fireball gently in her hands, not quite touching it. Her finger soon stop shivering and she shifts closer to the fireball to heat up a little more, placing herself between it and the campfire.
DM: .
Kyle: (Back.. catching up)
Siara makes a few small flicking motions, causing small embers to jump towards Kyle and Rooke but making sure they go out before hurting either of them. "I'm not entirely sure what it was that prompted me to study as a druid in the first place, since my brother and sister were both going to become clerics when they turned 100. Maybe I just felt closer to the earth than to the moon. Maybe it was meeting Raiden. I've had a lot of fun as a druid though, and I wouldn't trade it for anything." He sighs and leans back, looking up through the trees. "...I wonder how they are."
DM: (yo)
Kyle: watches the events unfold still content with sitting near the fire shirtless, while letting it dry out- "Well.. that was eventful. So we sleeping or picking up the pace, I'm up for another couple miles. I've been trained for endurance, a long with archery all my life.." -Kyle says proudly, flicking out his boot knife and cleaning his nails
Kyle: (I seriously had three people back to back walk up to the doors and pull on them. Thinking they would be unlocked. All I can think "Is you work here!" How do you not know the doors don't unlock without badges)
DM: Rooke glances at Hyna and Siara, then at Kyle. "Well, I know elves don't sleep, so... as long as that city is friendly, I wouldn't mind walking. Though... we may need the druid's backup, and if he's run out of spell-things, then he's not much use to us in a magic-sense... perhaps we should rest, let him recharge or whatever it is that druids do..."
Siara: (Moroooooons)
DM: (Heh heh!)
DM: Hyna glances up at Rooke, then Kyle, and smirks. "Y'know, if we're gonna stay here and let Siara rest up a bit, maybe we should find out a little more about each other... we may be stuck together for a while."
Raiden nods. "I can't use any offense-oriented spells until I rest and recharge. I can still create light and water, among other things, but unless we come across dark or fire elementals..."
Raiden: (...)
Raiden: (wrong window, fml)
DM: (hehe!!!)
Kyle: (Jebuzz! The dog can talk!)
Raiden: (Yeah, dog's intelligence just jumped from 8 to 80)
Siara nods. "I can't use any offense-oriented spells until I rest and recharge. I can still create light and water, among other things, but unless we come across dark or fire elementals..."
Kyle: waves off Rooke's comment- "Pff~ I've made it this far without fairy dust.. I don't need too, as long as I got my wits, and strength about me I'll be fine." -points the knife out like a pointing stick toward Hyna- "Plus if anyone is talking it's you Miss.. I know I've heard stories about your kind, I mean your not darked skinned for no reason.."
Kyle has no idea what drow are like, he just making a guess
DM: Hyna looks at Kyle a long moment, then tosses her drying hair away from her face. "Fine," she says. "What would you like to know, hume?"
DM: (Mwhahhaa!)
Siara: (Kekeke, Siara's rubbing off on her)
Kyle: thinks long and hard staring at her- "Ya, do you drink blood? Favorite color, age... and what you think is the best thing about me.." -he takes the time to finish cleaning his nails
Kyle: (Kyle takes nothing seriously!)
Kyle: (Unless it involves him)
DM: (haha!)
DM: (2 mins...)
Kyle: (Drrraveeeenn)
Siara: (Yeah, I see it now)
Siara: (I think I'm becoming somewhat obsessed with music boxes and Nico Nico Choruses >.>)
Kyle: (Next feat, Weapon Focus Throwing Axes xD And why music boxes?)
DM: Hyna stares at Kyle for a long moment, then frowns. "I am no vampire. As for the rest..." She seems about to disregard the rest of the questions, but a strange expression crosses her face and she starts to smirk rather fiendishly.
Siara
(Because the music box version of Meltdown and this sound really good. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sl-1_XbOBnY )
DM: "My favorite color is blue," she says slowly and deliberately. "And I am perhaps a little out of your age range, Kyle... and the best thing about you... I would need to test something before making my decision."
Siara looks back and forth between Hyna and Kyle as they talk. When Hyna starts to change, he has to cover his mouth with a hand to keep from giggling.
Kyle: stands up with a groan for once, snatching his shirt and throwing it on before yawning- "Ahh that's good, I was worried I would have to invest in some stakes. And there isn't any test I can't pass.." - he goes silence looking between everyone with a grin- "What's so funny, don't believe me?"
DM: Hyna also stands, stepping towards him. "We'll see. Shirt off, boots off. Quickly now. No armor."
Siara watches Hyna stand, holding out a hand for the fireball. "I'll take that if you no longer need it."
DM: Rooke gets a smirk. Hyna gently prods the fireball back to Siara, thanking him softly in elvish, then waits for Kyle to do as she says.
Kyle: (Oh stuffs happening) "Geeze really right here in front of everyone, I know I said I'm not shy and all.. heh" -he kicks off his boots and shirt off again, his chainvest is still on the ground in a bundle- "Wha we doing?"
DM: (Stuff?)
DM: Hyna looks at him a moment, then motions him away from the fire so there is no chance of either of them stepping in it. "Punch me," she says simply once she's standing still once more.
Kyle: shakes his head- "I don't hit girls.." -he puts it frankly and chuckles
Siara: (o-o)
DM: "Oh-ho, it's a trap Kyle!" Rooke says with a wide grin. "Good reply!"
Siara raises his hand like a giddy schoolboy. "Ooh, ooh, can I hit him in your place then!?"
DM: Hyna smiles and shrugs her shoulders. "Only a stupid man does not defend himself, Kyle." In a lightning swift movement, she shoots her hand out at his face, palm first.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
DM: (Ehh.. I think you ducked. 11?)
Kyle: (Muahah, my AC is still 13 base xD)
DM: (Heh heh!)
DM: (Siara... heh!)
Kyle: parries and moves to the side getting more space inbetween them- "And no man is a man that would strike a girl.."
Kyle can't seem to be stop laughing, covering his face.
Siara frowns. "Oh, come onnnnnnnn, hume boy. Isn't it more gentlemanly to do as a woman asks?"
Kyle: (YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS TP WON)
Kyle: (TPA won the WT in LoL not those cheaters Yes..)
DM: Hyna doesn't seem too perturbed by not managing to hit him. "I'll try again if you do not retaliate, Kyle." She advances on him, hands up slightly, ready to ward off an attack.
DM: (Yay! End of nerd rage!)
Siara: (...christ, it's only 11pm? Feels like it's a lot later o_o)
Kyle: "You won't hit me.. But you can keep trying.." -Kyle says keeps his arms out ready to knock away her strikes (fighting def +4 AC dodge bonus.)
Siara: (You know you only have to ask me for help and I can surprise him xD)
DM: (It's only 7 pm here!)
DM: (This is a pride issue with Hyna. This is a part of her 'test' )
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Siara: (Oh, okay :3)
DM: (15?)
Kyle: (AC 17)
Kyle: (10 Base + 3 Dex +4 Dodge)
DM: Hyna rolls her hand into a fist and strikes at Kyle again... but misses once more.
DM: (She really wants to beat him up! It just isn't working for her!!!)
Kyle: ducks and jukes to her side still grinning- "I thought you knife ears lived hundreds of years? Your telling me in all that time.. You never learn to fight hand-hand?" -he glance down at legs and back up- "But you look so toned.." -he bites his bottom lip.
Kyle: (Vex tell me you get that Meme joke xD)
Siara: ("What I think you look like versus what I really look like" comes to mind)
DM: "Well, to be honest, I can't believe you're letting an old lady get away with trying to put you on your ass," Hyna says, almost politely. She shoots her heal out for his shin.
Kyle: (DAT ASHE)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
DM: (... she totally misses)
DM: (THE DICE HATES ME!)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
DM: (... she totally misses)
DM: (THE DICE HATES ME!)
Kyle: (round)
Siara: (http://i1.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/orig... )
http://i1.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/272/387/014.jpg
DM: Rooek is starting to chuckle, enjoying the show of Kyle so effortlessly nudging Hyna's attacks aside or taking the blows without harm.
DM: (... ahhaahaha!!!)
Siara: (That ^ is what I first thought of when I saw "bites his bottom lip")
Siara bounces the fireball back and forth between his hands, careful not to let it touch him as he watches Hyna and Kyle
DM: (Good one... XD)
DM: Hyna looks at Kyle a moment after she has attempted to take out his shin, then smirks. "Come on... this is no fun with you just deflecting my attacks. The test is not to see how well you clam up!"
DM: Rooke glances over at Siara, then smiles. "Does every black elf woman ask you to beat them up? I may just come over to your peoples' land someday... Seems a fun deal."
Siara snickers. "Hardly. But it's less sporting to decline a challenge. Chivalry is more or less lost on us - females are expected to pull their weight just as much as males, regardless of the work at hand."
DM: .
DM: "Would you have hit her back?" Rooke asks curiously. There seems to be no doubt that if given a challenge, he would have stepped up to it whether the combatant were male or female.
Kyle: Pops his neck as he slides his right leg forward in between her legs and slam into her right shoulder trying to trip her up.
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Kyle: (etherway no one can hit anyone in this match xD)
Siara nods. "Of course. I would naturally have curiosity as to -why- she wanted me to hit her, but I would honor her request."
DM: Hyna takes the blow with no trouble and her legs quickly adjust so he has no opportunity to trip her. She drives a fist towards his stomach.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
DM: (16... geh!)
DM: (Quick! Roll all the bad ones out!)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Siara: (Wow, I wouldn't have hit either)
DM: (haha!)
Kyle: (that's a hit Kate, Ac is only 13 right now.)
Siara: (Bad roller is bad)
DM: (... oh, no fighting defensively! Yay!)
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 5
DM: (
DM: (This is nonlethal damage)
Kyle: Takes the hit and keeps going to try and grapple Hyna- "I will, not.. Err hit you!"
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Kyle: (wow is that 2 2 in a row?)
DM: (Strength mod +3)
DM: (... you're rolling terribly!!!)
Kyle: (Ya.. wow what are the odds, guess Kyle is still holding back. Ya it's a failed grapple)
DM ducks the grapple, moving behind him to attempt her own grapple on him.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
DM: (16)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Kyle refuses to fight back!
DM: (... I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not!)
DM: Hyna manages to catch him, one arm wrapped around his neck. She smirks and whispers into his ear: "Too afraid you'll hurt me? Or is it just your lack of guts that makes you refuse to give me your best?"
DM: .
Siara smirks, entertained. "I think he's a wimp, he just acts like a hardass to try to impress you."
Raiden is sawing logs, gives zero fucks about what's going on.
Kyle: grunts holding in place letting a small chuckle out- "As I see it.. I've won.. I got the girl trying pin my naked chest against hers.. heh.." -(going to grapple back for control!)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Kyle: (now you grapple back!)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
DM: (... darn!)
Kyle: switches footing, popping his head loose and moving her back side keeping her arms wrapped around herself and pressed up against him- "Ahh.. much better.."
Kyle: (your turn, what you doing?)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
DM: (... 12)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Kyle: (thats two, one more and I get to pin her xD)
DM: Hyna attempts to wriggle free, but just can't. She looks at Kyle, grins, then stomps her foot heavily down on his.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
DM: ... and obviously didn't hit.
DM: (WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS DICE!?)
DM: (*Die)
Kyle: knees the backside of her knee making one leg buckle leaning in to smell her- "*sniff sniff* "Is that.. perfume?"
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Siara catches the fireball and balances the fireball near the tip of his right index finger, his hand shaped like a gun, aiming for Kitt's head.
Kyle: (No!)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
DM: ...
DM: (HOW CAN THAT HAPPEN!?)
Siara: (Kyle's* head)
Kyle: knees out her last leg dropping her to the ground face first with his weight onto of her- "See.. there we go.. We done yet? Cause as much as I love this point of view, I'm starting to sweat...heh"
DM: Rooke is enjoying the show. He glances up at Siara and smirks. "Hey, cool it, elf... you'll know a serious fist fight when you see one and this is not it."
Kyle: (Three grapples = Pin fyi)
DM: (Yup! Read about it. )
DM: Hyna lies facedown in the grass and turns her head a bit before smirking at him. "Hm, I'm not telling you the results of your test until you punch me. Let me on my feet first, however."
Siara "Hmm, yes... But she threw rocks at you just for thinking you took advantage of her... I'd hate to think what she'd do if Kyle actually managed to pin her." He tilts his head, a slightly sadistic smile on his lips. "So you see, it's more for his safety than hers."
Siara readjusts his aim
Siara: (I love playing with Siara's natural sadism)
Kyle: leans in heavy close to her cheek- "Well then I guess I'll take my reward then.. cause I'll never hit a girl miss" -As Kyle gives her cheek a quick peck, then letting go and standing up quickly dusting himself off- "Well.. that was interesting.. Hah..
DM: Rooke shrugs and watches the two of them as Kyle pins her... then he grins. "I think he's in trouble... later. When she's out from underneath him."
Kyle: (And I love being a Duke, such a nice prick)
DM: (XD!!!)
DM: Hyna rolls onto her back and sits up, rubbing at her cheek to get rid of the peck-feeling. She stands and shakes her head. "It's a weakness Kyle, not a strength... in a fight, a woman with an axe is going to have no trouble smacking it into your face... and I'm 138 years old, for your information."
Kyle: (Wow you even fumbled on that last grapple check I roll a 2 and you roll a 1 what are the odds. Funny fight)
DM: (WEIRD fight... nobody hit anything!)
DM: (I think she hit him like... once.)
Siara tilts his head in the other direction, still grinning like a Cheshire. "And this is why elves have no gender-based inhibitions."
Kyle: rubs his stomach with a smug grin- "And ya know what? When I cross that bridge I'll deal with it.. till then, I'll just keep being amazing.."
Kyle: stops holding up a finger to the air- "Correction.. Perfect.."
Kyle: (xD yesh)
Siara aims the fireball upwards and fires it (so to speak), launching it a foot or so into the air and then catching it lightly, bouncing it between his palms like before.
DM: Hyna brushes her clothes to get rid of the grass and dirt, moving towards the fire once more. She rolls her eyes at Kyle, then plops down in the grass next to the fire. "Well... I'm going to rest if you have no more questions, Kyle. Though, I do know one thing now - you have never met a drow before."
DM: Rooke grins and rifles through his pack, pulling out his bedroll. He doesn't bother to set up his tent, instead tugging off his boots and shirt before getting inside the bedroll and curling up, his back to the fire.
Kyle: props himself up with his feet near the fire and head resting with his arms folded- "And you never meet me.. also Rooke you own me 50 gold.. heh.." -he yawns with a large grin
DM: .
DM: .
Kyle: (Vex you passing out already?)
Siara: (No, why?)
DM
Rooke rolls over for a moment, glaring at Kyle as if not understanding, then pauses and laughs as he remembers. "I don't have 50 gold, Kyle... I owe you. Goodnight you lot... and hey, Miss, there's room..."
"I am not interested, Rooke." Hyna sits cross-legged, comfortably folding her hands and closing her eyes.
Kyle: (Then would you do the honors of fast forwarding to morning Vex?)
Siara: (Oh, you mean in game)
Kyle: (Also Kate bet you didn't think Kyle would handle that so smoothly did ya? )
Siara: (Sure, in a moment xD)
DM: (... no, I didn't. XD!!)
Kyle: (Ya, so what she could hit me once and knock me out.. I still won, pinned her, and got my kiss, and 50 gold from the bet! Bpya!)
Kyle: (And this is why my DM hate me.)
Siara snorts, then nudges Raiden off his lap and onto the grass before standing with a stretch. "Well, I think I'll go meditate for a bit." He moves to a nearby and places his hands against it, calling down a vine like before. "See you in the morning." Holding onto the vine, he disappears into the forest canopy, balancing at the top of the tree with his arms out wide, enjoying the night air as the magic returns to him. "And then, the next morning..."
DM: (Haha! I think it's funny... you totally bested a NPC I didn't think would be bested so early.)
DM: (... Initiative rolls for who wakes up first!)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Siara: (Made me lulz)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Raiden rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Kyle: (bit of a light sleeper xDF)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
DM: (Kyle, Rooke, Hyna, Siara. )
Siara: (Darn, then Siara can't snuggle up with him on nights where he doesn't need to recharge)
Kyle is not waking up first, he is content to lay there with his shirt unbutton and keep his eyes closed almost.
Kyle: (Ya know, when your awake but you choose not to be?)
Siara: (Tempted to dive out of the tree and land on Kyle's chest, just to be evil)
Kyle: (You'ld miss with my luck, and break a leg)
DM: ((All right then!)) Kyle, you are awoken by the soft chirping of birds. The sun is warm on your skin and you feel pleasantly rested... that is, until something soft and velvety touches your jaw and something wet laps at your nose. You open your eyes to find a massive moose standing over you.
Siara: (o_o)
Kyle: scrambles and yelps rolling off to the side- "Ahhh! Moose!"
Kyle: (seriously that's all I'm posting cause I can't think of anything better to describe)
DM: Rooke wakes up, rolling from his bedroll and reaching for his weapon until he sees the Moose. The moose is startled by all the quick movements and quickly plunges off into the river, crossing with haste and standing in the shallow middle, glaring back at them.
Raiden wakes up and scrambles to his feet quickly at the sudden loud noise, spots the moose, then heaves a sigh, padding over to the tree and howling up unto the branches, attempting to wake Siara.
DM: Hyna rubs at her face, blearily looking at the moose before back at Kyle. "You ah... you got something there..." She points at her lip. Kyle has grass stuck in the side of his mouth - obviously the moose hadn't finished chewing its food before investigating him.
DM: Rooke sits still on his bedroll for a moment, then looks at Kyle. "You can stop a girl from beating you up, get a kiss and 50 gold in one night... and then wake up screaming the next day about a moose?" He laughs, then pulls his shirt on.
Kyle: scrambles for his longbow after the shock ends, he notches a arrow then blowing off the grass and beading his target- "Yup.. got us some lunch.. Hope your hungry.." -he takes a deep breath setting his shot (aiming)
DM: (... *SCRAMBLES TO FIND A MOOSE SHEET!*)
DM: (... *pretends the moose is a bison* Yes, yes, go ahead... I'm completely prepared! [/failed bluff check]))
Kyle: (Well to make things simple I'm going for a headshot, taking the -10 to hit, but pretty much killing it if I hit IF your ok with that?)
Siara sighs as he opens his eyes to see the morning sun, then hears Raiden calling for him. "Coming, my dear!" Raising his arms, several vines rise from the tree, creating a small platform that then descends through the trees rapidly to the ground floor. (dyswidt)
Kyle: (cause I don't want to wound the animal and just make it bleed to death as it runs away.)
DM: (Hm-kay)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
DM: (You hit )
Kyle: (15 to hit?)
DM: (Yup!)
Kyle: (fuk ya)
DM: (So a headshot does how much damage?)
DM: (.. that's a dumb question, technically)
DM: Rooke glances up as Siara appears on the forest floor. "Ah, g'morning, treehugger. Kyle got given a big slobbery kiss this morning." He smiles as he notices that he's made Hyna grin stupidly.
Kyle: exhales as his fingers let loose the arrow, as it flies true dropping the moose in a single shot. The arrow causing the massive creature to fall heavy and life-less in the shallow end. Kyle then would slap Rooke to follow him and pull the creature dead body back before it washes into the ocean.- "Heck ya.. Got us something to eat... Help me drag this big guy back.."
Siara gasps, a hand on his chest in mock horror. "What, you want help from a frail creature like me!?"
Kyle: (I can't remember the ruling, but I remember aiming for a tiny area is like -10 to hit, which I took. And I would say a headshot does auto crit x4 atleast, considering my weapon does x3 already.)
Kyle rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 4
Kyle: (ROUND, you guys feel free to hurry up and start cutting and eating!)
DM: Rooke wades into the water with Kyle and grabs the moose by the antlers, stopping it from drifting away. With Kyle's help, he drags it back to the shore and the two of them struggle with getting it up onto the grass - Hyna wanders over to help and manages to drag it up onto the shore. "Well," Rooke says with a grin. "I believe you have a dagger, elf? Would you be too concerned if I used it to cut this catch up? - Massive moose, by-the-way, Kyle... surprised you took it down with one shot!"
Siara shrugs. "Not at all." He reaches into his pack to fish out the dagger, then lightly tosses it to Rooke.
DM: Rooke catches it and immediately gets to work on slicing the big creature's body. It seems he's done this on numerous occasions, his work skillful yet... messy, as expected. Hyna moves off a small distance so as not to be distracted by the scent of dead animal or the occasional squirting blood as Rooke jammed the dagger about. She sits on the shore of the river, lightly kicking her feet and glancing about.
DM: The forest is beautiful in the sunlight, the river sparkling and the world is far more alive than it was last night. Dragonflies dance over the surface of the water, birds are singing raucously, and the sound of the water burbling over the stones is quite cheerful. Hyna closes her eyes, enjoying the sun on her face.
Kyle: (still on my round but, you don't have to let me kill it in one shot, but I did hit a 26 if I didn't take the -10)
DM: (Ehh, easier. Especially since I was going off a Bison, which is... not a moose, and I know it!)
DM: .
Kyle rolled a die with 100 sides. The die showed: 64
DM: (Still 17 arrows then?)
Kyle: plucks his arrow out then kneels down and let the river water clean it off before putting it back into his quiver. Standing up and looking around he can't help but wonder if this place is real.- "Wow.. I think that is the best shot I've done.. And biggest moose I've seen, you did say you were hungry right guys?" (17 ya)
Siara "I'm good, but Raiden could probably use some food."
DM: Rooke has managed to take some nice pieces of meat from the creature's rear thigh and laid them out on a flat stone as he keeps cutting. "How much of this do we want to keep?" he asks as he continues to cut. "Wouldn't mind grabbing the antlers, unless you want them, Kyle..."
DM: Hyna opens her eyes and wanders over, nodding. "I am hungry," she confirms.
Kyle: (76 hp for a moose damn, you sure I one-shotted that thing xD)
DM: (That can't be right. Bison are far more hardy than mooses! The Bison was only 40-something)
DM: (I'm reading from the Monster Maual too!)
Kyle: (same)
DM: (... what page?)
DM: .
Kyle: waves it off- "Nah ya can keep it, normally I would take'em but.. I don't feel like carrying a rack around, going to make it hard if I need to bolt somewhere.' -spits off to the side, starting to gather fire wood quickly and getting the fire ready again- "Well your all welcome. I don't know about ya'll but I'm out of rations, and this guy here is big enough to feed all of us, and the pup."
Kyle: (1 sec)
Kyle: (nevermind, different thing. )
DM
Rooke nods off towards his pack. "Hey, Miss, grab the little metal container out of there, would you? I doubt we have any salt, but we can cook up some slabs and store them in the box... unless you can find some salt in there!"
Hyna starts rummaging through his pack, placing the metal container down next to the fire. She shakes her head. "No salt..."
Kyle: (we can fast forward this part if you want xD But I just want it to be known, I feed everyone)
Kyle: (And Siara has to eat sometime!)
DM: (I'm happy to fast forward. Siara? You happy?)
Siara: (Sure)
Kyle throws Raiden a huge leg bone!
Raiden: O.O
Raiden jumps and catches it in the air, the sheer size of it almost grounding him
DM: As everyone eats, the birds keep chirping noisily and you're all pretty certain you saw some more moose on the other side of the river. Hyna made a joke about how they'd come for Kyle in his sleep and successfully smother him their next attempt, but for revenge. Almost as everyone's had their fill, Rooke starts packing meat into the little metal container and goes to wash his hands in the river. (Quick! Awareness!)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Raiden rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Siara: (13)
Kyle: (Kyle on fire now.)
Raiden: (12)
DM: Kyle, you hear the sounds of hooves against stone. For a moment, you think it may be another moose, but you hear soft sounds like a horse whickering. Probably only at a trot, but before long, you can see a man on a bay horse coming from the South along the path. He doesn't seem to have registered you yet, his attention focused on something in his lap - he must be reading.
Kyle: points out to man on the horse as he takes another bite nonchalant like- "Hey look at that.. There is other people alive in this area.. Wonder what if he know's where we are..." -he says, chewing
Kyle: (Just take that [what] out )
DM: The horse slows at the scent of the dead moose, causing the man to look up from his book. Instantly, you recognize his elvish features... well, almost. He must be a half-elf. He looks at the group for a moment, then frowns. "Oh... you can't leave that there. That's against... rule 34, I think." He glances at the book, squinting a bit. "No, sorry... Rule 73. No carcasses on state highways... do any of you uh... know if this is a state highway?"
Raiden: (>____________>)
Siara: (Really? Those rules?)
Kyle: (it made me lol hard)
DM: He has black hair, cut to his shoulders, and slightly slanting brown eyes. And, despite the majestic horse he rides on and the smart clothing he wears (you see he is wearing armor beneath his wide blue cloak that fans over the horse's back) you get the idea he is very confused.
DM: (I read 34... can't remember what 72 was...)
DM: (73, sorry)
DM: (... but I swear, they're random numbers!)
Siara: (73 - If there's not enough of it, just ask for Moar)
DM: (... 34...? I'm afraid to ask...)
Kyle is not in the mood to talk to more elven kind, he will keep eating his moose meat!
Siara: (If it exists, there is porn of it. If there isn't porn of it YET, it will be made, no exceptions.)
DM: (... I am laughing too hard right now. I'm glad I shut the door so nobody's looking at my stupid face... XD!!!)
Kyle: (Just go type in rule 34 int eh search bar for pictures you'll get a cheap laugh)
Siara: (Or be scarred for life)
DM: (Yeaaah, no)

Siara: (Oh, before I forget...)
Kyle: (Siara this one is all you, I'm not talking with this knife ear -Kyle whispers)
Siara: (Four shots)
DM: Rooke comes back, having washed his hands, and starts putting his armor on as he glances up at the half-elf on the horse with some confusion. Hyna is just sitting quietly, not sure what to think of the stammering half-elf... you all notice he wears a long sword at his side in a silver sheathe.
Siara steps forward, bowing gracefully before the elven male. "Greetings, traveler. We ourselves are not entirely sure of where we are, we simply seem to find a town in which to rest and recover."
DM: The half-elf stares at him a moment, then touches a hand to his face. "Oh, thank the gods... it's not just me? I woke up with a letter in my hand congratulating me for joining the Royal Guard! I'm trying to find out the date so I know how long I've been working for them!"
Siara: seek*
Siara 's blood runs cold as he hears the words. Looking up at the male, he hopes to see a "just kidding" expression, but only finds confusion. "No... How is it possible..."
Kyle: (Kate you turned our game into the show Lost didn't you?!)
DM: (... nope! Didn't think about it until you mentioned it. )
DM: (I have an explanation for everything unlike Lost!)
Kyle: (rOUND)
Kyle: cures throwing his leftovers off into the firepit, then standing sharply and stomping off toward a bush to pee.
DM: "I really don't know," the half-elf says. He rubs at his face again. "It doesn't even make sense! But... for now, let's assume this isn't a state highway or whatever this book says we can't leave carcasses on... I'm heading for Elmrock Keep. Are you lot headed there too?"
Siara tilts his head. "Unsure. We might be, if that's where Windwater Hall is located."
DM: "I've never heard of the place," the half-elf royal guard says. "It's possible it's there, though - if it hasn't changed along with everything else... I only found the road by pure luck. My house is meant to be right next to the road, and the road is meant to be on the other side of the river with a bridge leading across to the city... I..." He laughs a little hysterically and rubs at his face again. "And I'm a royal guard suddenly... it's quite ridiculous! I'm a tanner, not a warrior!"
Siara crosses his arms, puzzled. "How very strange... Our party woke up in the forest last night with no memory of how we got there or what we were doing before hand. Seems that whatever affected us wasn't limited to the forest...
Siara: "
DM: The royal guard falls silent for a moment, then offers them a slight smile. "I... imagine that with my royal guard status, I can drag whoever I want in through the gates of Elmrock Keep... why don't we travel together? Perhaps we can get some answers in Coria Rond where our Lady resides..."
Siara shrugs. "I'm in, and Raiden will follow me wherever I go. If everyone else is in agreement, then we'll travel together."
Kyle: comes out from the bush pulling his pants back up, looking to everyone for a moment- "Let me guess.. we're moving to another place? Let's get then.." -he says leaning down and collecting his things, which wasn't much. He was fine with walking now with a full belly. He looks up at the Guard with a questionable look- "Your a tanner, yet you claim to be a royal guard? Damn that's a promotion of a life time.."
DM: "Not... not really," the half-elf grins. "I've never wielded a sword in my life. It's the most stupid promotion I've ever heard of!" He watches as Rooke grabs up his pack and Hyna simply stands up, ready to go. "Well, let's... be off. I feel so haughty riding the horse while you lot walk, but, uh... keep up appearances, y'know?" He seems more human than elf, personality-wise.
DM: (Do we want to skip, or listen to Abron here talk about how confused he is? XD)
Kyle: (do we have a choice? heh)
DM: (Yes! XD! http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/2... )
http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/242/3/c/avengers_female_2_by_usagi_tsukino_krv-d5czjan.jpg
DM: (Vex!)
Kyle: (Not really if that's all he is going to do)
Siara: (Hmm?
DM: (All right... Siara, nothing more you want to say to the half-elf? I'll do a skip otherwise)
Siara: (Not really)
DM: The half-elf talks your ears off as you move. His conversation varies from how his uncle trained him to be a tanner to how he noticed that his coin purse was gone when he woke up. He starts babbling on about how the garden outside his house was different than he remembered, but Rooke very politely tells him to shut his gob. There was a little bit of silence, then the half-elf started bartering with Rooke for the moose antlers that Rooke carried on the back of his pack - they got nowhere in negotiations after Rooke reminded the half-elf - named Abron - that his coin purse had disappeared.
DM: After that, the conversation went fairly quiet again.
Siara sighs. "Such a widespread affliction surely won't go unnoticed for long..."
Kyle: does a lot of nodding and 'un-huh' and 'ya don't say?' not really paying attention to the ramblings, he was already growing tired of the same old story from everyone. It bugged him to no end that this place was cursed- "I think we're still in a wizards closets.. or something.. But that's just me.."
DM: Rounding a bend in the path and the river, suddenly, a massive city rose up above the party. Thick, white stone walls surrounded the hill-city, the buildings made of a similar material to the walls. Gulls circle above crying, and the highest building in the city appears to be a spire above a large hall, but many other buildings block your view. As you near the gates, you can see some stables, practically overflowing with horses - several stableboys are struggling to find places to tie the horses up seeing as the corrals are full.
DM: "Here we are, Elmrock Keep... and thankfully, it doesn't look much different to how I remember it," Abron says.
DM: Peasants mill about at the shop stalls outside the gates, most of them looking fairly... well... normal, for the most part. One or two look very lost, though, as if something in their life is not... fitting.
DM: You can see the river spill out into the sea over a short waterfall, no more than five meters high, and the oceans spreads to your left like a massive, blue blanket, calmly lapping at white shores. The scent of fish and salt are stronger now.
DM: [/w]
Kyle: nods to the city- "And just think.. we got all this gold to throw around, oh wait.. we don't. Guess we're sleeping on the streets again tonight. Unless you think you can work your charm to get us a room Hyna.." -turns his head back to Siara- "Or you even heh.. May have to take back what I said about that rack."
Siara: (FFFFFFF this headache is driving me crazy)
DM: (Any painkillers?)
Siara: (Looking)
DM: Abron has gone strangely quiet, eyeing the others. He seems to be thinking something through before he suddenly dismounts his horse. "Here, human... you wear the same size I do, it would seem," he says to Kyle. "I... cannot go before her Ladyship unknowing of how I came to be in her Royal Guard. Take the letter and my garb." He presses a scroll into Kyle's hands and unclips the rich blue cloak from about his shoulders, offering it to Kyle.
DM: Hyna smirks. "Maybe YOU will be getting us a room, Kyle..."
DM: .
DM: (You guys ok?)
Siara: (Just trying to take my mind off this headache, no painkillers)
Kyle: breaths a heavy sigh looking at the rich blue cloak then back up to half-elf- "You sure about this? Cause I'm pretty sure I could lose my head for acting like a royal guard when I'm not.. And even more so if she is a Queen." -Kyle is very unsure of this idea. He even stops to think before throwing on the cloak- "Then again... There could be a princess.. heh"
Kyle: (I just got two pain killers for my headache, my head pounds when it starts to rain)
DM: (Warm drink? Tea?)
DM: Abron hands over the longsword also, then the reigns of his horse. "Here... I don't know it's name, heh... Just, remember to act respectful to the Lady, all right? You're new here, so... Her name is Nalwi Imirie, but you must always call her by a respectful title unless she bids you to speak her name, and... and I think that's all I can help you with. Uhm... Good luck!"
Raiden was timed out 6 seconds ago
DM: (nuuuu!)
Kyle: tries to say the ladies name a few times in his head, then tries to speak it outloud- "Nalli Imriy.. Got it.." -he nods in agreement to himself, bolstering his spirit, before turning and posing with the cloak- "How do I look, good enough for a princess? Ya I know.. I wonder if she'll be a vixen.. or a old crone.."
Kyle: (we may have to stop for Vex headache!)
DM: (I was thinking that)
Siara: (Sorry, just can't focus very well)
DM: (Vex, you ok?)
Siara: (Send some of that rain this way)
DM: (heh...)
DM
Hyna raises an eyebrow at Kyle, then gives him a dry expression. "You look good enough, but you better act the part, or I'll try and put you through that stupid test again..."
"I don't think he'd mind!" Rooke jokes.
Kyle: (I guess we can call it there.)
DM: The commoners browsing the stores seem to be of mixed nationalities. Elves, dwarves, humans, gnomes, halflings, the whole lot of common races. As the minutes passed, more confused faces appeared amongst them as they realized they had no money to spend, many of them spinning to see if they could spy a thief.
DM: (might be a good idea.)
Kyle: (I got to bio and do a round anyways.)
Kyle: ROUND
DM: (Vex, you here?)
Siara: (Barely)
DM: (Want to go to bed?)
Siara: (I'm not tired, just sore)
DM: (Did you have tea?)
Siara: (It's still brewing)
DM: (Are you up for a little more playing or ready to switch the 'off' button? )
Siara: (I can't really focus, I might just have my tea and try to sleep)
DM: (Okay)
DM: (Would you mind if Kitt and I kept playing for a wee bit? I can easily split the party here.)
Siara: (I wouldn't mind at all, I can catch up later)
DM: (Okay, hope you're feeling better soon, Vex!)
Siara: (I do too)
Kyle: (I'm back)
DM: (hey)
DM: (want to keep playing a bit? completely up to you)
Kyle: (Hmm.. depends what would happen?)
DM: (since Vex needs sleep, we could always have guards at the gate stop them and give Kyle funny looks for even bringing them towards the gate - say they aren't accepting any new people in the city until something's been sorted out, but let Kyle through because he's a 'royal guard')
DM: (gotta do a 10 min brb, though. )
DM: (*flees!*)
Kyle makes hand puppets
DM: ('Kay, back)
Kyle: brb
DM: (haha)
Kyle joined the chat
Kyle: (nvm )
Kyle: (What does the scroll read?)
DM: (So, you up for it or finish?)
DM: (The scroll...)
Kyle: (Or did you think I wouldn't ask? xD)
DM: The scroll in your hand... when you open it, you find it has very official writing on the top of it written in Elven script, blue ink. Scrawling writing, still very official, is beneath the heading and seems to be a small-sized letter... that you can't read unless you can read Elvish. It's signed in Elvish also.
Kyle: (Alright I get one of the two elfs in the party to read it to me)
DM: (IC!)
Kyle: wastes his time opening the scroll to see if he can see what may be going on, to his surprise it's in more knife-ear writing. He re-rolls it and hands it toward Hyna- "Hmm.. Sweet cheeks you think you could tell me what this damn scroll says, so I have a idea of what we're getting into. I rather not take the chance of them killing the messenger if it's something bad.. That half-elf dumped it on me pretty easily ya know?"
DM: Hyna reads aloud: "Dear Recipient (how very personal), you have been promoted to Her Ladyship's Royal Guard due to your astonishing actions taken in an effort to save her son's life. She would very much so like to have you at her back as a loyal bodyguard. Along with this letter, you should receive a horse, Royal cloak, and a longsword. Signed, Captain Ozrael of the Royal Guard..." She hands back the scroll. "So, short story, you saved her son. She must be old and married. I wouldn't bother." She winks at him.
Kyle: hums to himself rubbing his chin- "Well.. I could just sell off all this stuff and just buy a inn night out, or a week depending. I mean I have no real 'need' to lie and say I saved her son. Ehh. choices choices..." -Kyle is thinking hard (also making noodles)
DM: "The half-elf said he lost his coin purse too... none of us have money. What's to assume anyone else has money?" She motions to all the shop stalls. It seems that more and more people are looking about themselves as if lost, a few of them quickly trundling off into the forest on many different little paths off from the main one as if retracing their steps.
DM: (I want noodles.)
DM: (I want noodles.)
Kyle: (I'ld share my noodles but your not here)
DM: ( )
Kyle: holds up a finger and starts counting- "One.. when there is no gold, you can still trade.. And two I've already made up my mind thanks to you. So let's get going.." -Kyle would head straight for the gates, with his head held high and cloak flowing into the wind if there any.- "Good day sirs.. I require entrance into Elmrock.. Please quickly open the gate, I have a urgent message for the lady of this strong hold."
Kyle: (You know Kyle going to screw this up right?)
DM: (Totally!)
DM
The guards frown at each other, but offer to let Kyle pass anyhow. Hyna moves to follow him, but one puts their hand out. "No, sorry miss... only royal personnel allowed in and out of Elmrock Keep at the moment."
"But I'm with him..."
"No, sorry."
DM: (Wow, D&D tomorrow too... heh!)
Kyle: stops in his track and put on his face of honor and rage almost- "How dare you say no? Do you have no soul in heart for the compassion of love? This is my soon to be wife, you can't think I would allow her to stay outside the safety of this monolith of a keep without me be her side to protect her. You must reconsider good sir!" (bluff!)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
Kyle: (15!)
Kyle: be = by*
DM: (... hahaha!!!)
Kyle: (At this point I would snatch her hand might I add)
DM: The guard that put a hand out quickly retracts it. "I... sorry sir. I didn't realize sire... I saw no ring upon her finger and assumed... forgive me." He turns his head away. "But these two, they cannot enter... nor the dog."
DM: Hyna's eyes widen, but she manages to keep her face straight for the most part, letting Kyle hold her hand without too much resistance. You can sense the tension building though... she's gonna whack you as soon as you're out of the guards' sight.
Kyle: waves the other two off while sliding his hand down to Hyna lower back leading her forward- "That is fine, these two gentlemen have filled there oath. If I should require you again I will find you, amazing work but next time loose the mutt." -he turns and starts walking away trying to contain himself from laughing at Siara face.
Kyle: (I know.. I'm amazing xD is what Kyle is thinking)
DM: Rooke just looks lost. After a few moments of staring at the retreating forms of Kyle and Hyna, he claps Siara on the shoulder. "Let's go browse through the shopping stalls and feel horrible because we're broke."
Kyle: (what do I see when I come in?)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Kyle: (ROUND)
DM: Hyna keeps her cool while they enter the city. The main street is bustling with activity - a fair amount of guards are milling about and citizens are questioning them - the guards seem to be handing out small brochures, giving apologies to the people as they go past. The main street is wide, lined with stone buildings which appear to be mostly shops. In the center of the street are market stalls similar to the ones outside, but abandoned - obviously the shopkeepers discovered the money issue before the people outside the city did. Despite all the white stonework, you notice there are a fair amount of gardens also - either in pot trays lining the streets and edges of shops, or in small areas set aside for the pure purpose of having a garden. It seems that every five or so market stalls, there is a small square cut out of the stone floor, replaced by soil. In each of these squares, a young aspen tree grows, flowers sprouting at the base of their trunks.
DM: The main street seems to go in a straight line, the market stalls disappearing further up the road and replaced by a simple row of aspens, all still fairly new and young, more flowers at their bases. Along the stone buildings' walls, you can see creeping vines growing - some have buds, some do not, but it seems that this city loves its vegetation. A quick glance over the guards reveals that most of them are human, elven (or some subrace of the elves), or half-elf. You're pretty sure you spot a dwarf or two also, which is unusual.
DM: The stone buildings near the main street and the market stalls are at least three stories high, plain wooden doors and window sills peeking out onto the street. There seems to be at least three to five separate stores every block of buildings, then a street or a small alleyway.
DM: Hyna very slowly looks at Kyle, something in her eyes highly dangerous.
Kyle: can't help but be in his happy place holding Hyna close and smiling to everyone that makes eye contact. His steps are solid strides as walks the streets as he looks for a brochure on the ground. He pull's her even close to whisper almost to her not wanting to draw too much attention.. yet- "So.. darling, anychance you could find a brochure for us to read on our way to the keep? May have some info on the town."
Kyle: (I feel like I should say sorry for roleplaying this character xD)
DM: (I keep grinning, so no apologies needed. You know Britta's gonna love this guy, right?)
Kyle: (Nope, thought she would be even worst and hate him more.. plus she hits alot harder I bet.)
DM: (She actually HITS, so... yeah. But she'd be charmed easily by someone like Kyle. Most girls like being flirted with... it's just really awkward when you're 122 years older than him.)
Kyle: (I don't always flirt with my characters but when I do, I flirt with everything xD)
DM: Hyna looks at him a moment, then breaks away from him and heads straight for a guard. He's an elf and offers her a brochure right away. "Sorry ma'am, hopefully this can explain!" She thanks him and takes the brochure, bringing it back to Kyle. Thankfully, it's written in Common and seems to have been hastily scrawled. "'The Royal Court and her Ladyship of Elmrock Keep are attempting to discover what has happened over the course of the past while. Thus far, no suspects have been named, but a wizard is thought to be at fault for the disappearance of all the gold in the city, the loss of spans of memory, and strange changes. Please direct any questions to guards you come across, but keep in mind that they may be as clueless as you are. Please have patience with us while we deal with this problem. Signed...' same guy, Captain Ozrael."
Kyle: (I noticed this is actually my most used personality in my characters, just not so much of a lady chaser. But that care free kinda guy who makes light of everything, including what he calls women.)
DM: (Heh, Britta has a bit of a thing for the 'badboys' and guys who blatantly let their attraction to her be known. She doesn't like beating around the bush, so it suits her. )
Kyle: {{Meanwhile inside Kyle mind: - Damn, I was hoping she would find one on the ground..}} "Well that's just dandy, so you really think I should go though with this and try to trick the lady of this keep?" -Kyle shakes his head and laughs- "Gods I hope I don't lose my head.. well atleast Captain Ozrael may remember me. Please ladies first.." -Kyle steps to the side and bows with a smirk.
DM: Hyna doesn't budge. She crosses her arms across her chest and watches Kyle. "Don't think I know how to deal with men like you, Kyle Green."
DM: She is not impressed.
Kyle: back kinda goes loose for a bit as he cleans out his ear, and flicks something off- "Yup.. well that's good to know in that 100 plus years you learned something.. But for now your kinda stuck with me, or you could wait outside. In the end, it's your call." -holds his hand out ready to keep moving forward
Kyle: (Kyle Green is not a known giver of fucks as Vex would say)
DM: "Please wipe your hand on your shirt before you touch me again," Hyna says, turning her back and starting to walk. She glances back at him for a moment, shooting him a glare. "So to this place the half-elf called Coria Rond, then? I'm guessing it's conveniently right up this main road...? That big building up there that looks like it may or may not be a bit of a fortress?"
DM: (Heh heh!0
DM: It does look like a pretty nice fortress, all decked out in white stone. Blue banners fly above it in the wind, circled by gulls. It's a bit of a walk uphill to get there... The main entrance is guarded by several guards who seem to be shooing off commoners wanting to see Her Ladyship to ask what's going on.
Kyle: does indeed wipe his finger off, following her in step. He stops to scratch his head thinking how he should go about this- "Yup.. I do think that is the place, time to get back into character. -*cough cough* -"Let us proceed forward in higher hopes of helping this king.. heh.. dom.. Haha.." -Kyle straightens up the closer they get.
Kyle: with his back straight calmly walks up to the gate door holding the scroll in hand, and saber off to his side to show his rank if there is any.- "I am have arrived! Finally at Captain Ozrael request and lady Nalwi Imirie. I was told to proceed here as soon as possible to help straighten this chaotic time." -Kyle would say to the first one that stopped him
DM: Hyna ignores him until they reach the main entrance, an arch leading into an expansive courtyard filled with foliage - past the guards, you can see a small flight of stairs up to an open door which you assume must lead to a throne room. The guards start eyeing Kyle and Hyna, and she falls back until walking beside him - she slips her arm through his and whispers to him, smiling and appearing to be... well... whispering cutesy lovey things to him when really... "I'm not dressed to go before an Elven Lady, Kyle..." She's right - her black button-up shirt, black pants, belt, and scuffed boots don't seem noble at all.
DM: The guards frown at him, one easily preoccupied with a commoner. The other eyes Kyle, then Hyna, but without another word allows both him and Hyna to enter the archway.
Kyle: quickly whispers back- "And I can't understand elven.. what your point?" -he says squeezing her side.
DM: "You're dragging me in to watch you utterly fail in communication, Kyle, lovely," she returns the whisper, her voice returning to normal volume as they start moving up the path towards the stairs.
Kyle: (ROUND this will give ya some time )
DM: (ok)
DM: The stairs are in the same stone as the rest of the city, but as you climb them with Hyna on your arm and enter through an impressive stone doorway decorated by climbing vines and stone pillars, you find the flooring changes abruptly to a creamy marble stone.
DM: The foyer you enter into is large with a high ceiling, Antler chandeliers hanging from the ceilings and lit up with candles. There are four guards in the room, but none seem to be at attention or even on duty, all gathered around a table with mugs of beer in the corner. The table is made of expensive marble stone similar to that of the floor, a silver vase of brilliant pink flowers resting on the table.
DM: The guards are all clad in blue capes, not unlike the blue cloak you were given, but they are shorter, only reaching to about waist-height. Yours billows behind you rather dramatically as you move. Beneath the cloak, each wears a suit of chainmail girded by a silver belt - you have neither the chainmail or the belt, but they don't seem to find you any the different for the two items' absence. Their boots are hardy black leather and they wear black leggings. At their hips are an assortment of weapons - nothing seems to be the 'norm'. One has a shortsword, another a handaxe, one a longbow, and the other an assortment of throwing daggers spread about his waist.
DM: Two of the guards are human, one a wood elf, and the other a dwarf. He has beer dribbling down his black beard as he sups from his mug, eyes watching Hyna as the two of you enter. Both human guards stop talking, trailing off as they gaze at Hyna also - the wood elf seems too busy continuing to talk and take sips of his beer to even notice that two people have entered the foyer.
DM: On the opposite side of the foyer from the front entrance is an archway, delicately hewn from white wood and carved into symbols of flowers and leaves. Through that archway, the room is dark, but you assume it is the throne room.
DM: [/w]
Kyle: (Well that's alot great detail, is the lady in sight on the throne or can I only see the other royal guards?)
DM: (You're in the foyer where the guards are. The throne room is through the archway, darkened.)
DM: (And they aren't Royal guards - just guards. You get the feeling that perhaps you are a member of an elite force.)
Kyle: points his head as he takes in all the sights of the white stone and ivy, he can't help but talk- "Wow, look at all that beautiful detail they put into this place, pretty huh? Looks like you even got yourself some other lookers, but no worries your with me. Well do or die." -Kyle heads for the throne room, not wanting to make anymore eye contact with the other group
DM: Your eyes take a moment to adjust to the dim interior of the throne room, but the faint light from some high curtained windows off on the left wall helps somewhat. They're almost fully closed, one or two letting in slits of light. You get the sense that the room is very empty, one shaft of light delicately touching on a simple yet beautifully carved white chair on a slight pedestal. The chair is crafted with similar skill to the carvings of the doorway and above the head of the throne, white antlers proudly stand tall as if growing from among the craved white flowers.
Kyle: (awareness to see if anyone is around?)
DM: Over the throne is draped a white fur blanket, but no Lady. No, instead she is sitting on the edge of the pedestal, her bare feet upon the floor. She is beautiful, her skin as white as the chair and her hair a very pale gold. She wears a flowing white dress but no crown or other ornate items of clothing. Judging by her pointed ears, she is an elf - standing, she would only be about five foot four.
DM: (There you go! Awareness to see if anyone else is around. Go!)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
DM: You think you hear something move in the shadows, but you're really not too sure. Whatever it was, it might have been the sound of armor shifting.
DM: The Lady has her eyes shut, long-nailed fingers softly massaging her temples as if to rub away a headache as she continues sitting on the pedestal the throne also rests on.
Kyle: whispers to Hyna letting her arms slide away- "Ahh good this doesn't look too formal... Just wait here incase I need a translator." -And with that Kyle was no more. - "Miss Naily Imirie, I presume? I have come barring a message." -he would say nothing else till spoken too, and hold the scroll out toward her general direction.
Kyle: (Kyle is not so good with elven names xD)
DM: The Lady blinks, opening her eyes to reveal violet depths. She looks at Kyle, then stands, gathering her skirts together so as to step off the pedestal and towards him. "You needn't presume. You're wearing the garb of one of my Royal Guards, we would have met before," she says, taking the scroll. She reads it, then stares at the wording before a funny smile crosses her face. "Ah... another ploy. He's trying to trick me." She looks up towards him. "Tell me, young human, who gave this and the cloak to you?"
Kyle joined the chat 6 seconds ago
DM: (I'm not even too sure how to pronounce that one... XD)
DM: ((It translates to 'jewelled gull'))
Kyle: would gulp trying to not look nervous with his hand sweaty- "Well.. that went over like a fart in church.. I believe it was some half-elf of a tanner. He was too scared to take the chance to approach such a fine lady without being sure if the contents of the scroll were true. I was atleast called to arms for a militia last I remember and he saw it better fit if I took his place. I am greatly sorry miss." -he says with his eyes lowered a bit, and a small smirk (xD haha)
Kyle snaps his fingers trying to remember the guys name before looking to Hyna- "What was his name, I wasn't paying attention?"
Kyle: (Just wondering what I would have rolled if I could have bluffed)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Kyle: (Good thing.. honestly ya)
DM
"Ab-something," Hyna says. "I lost track too."
The Lady is quiet for a short moment, then hands him the scroll back. "A militia... strange. I would have heard if any militia force had entered my lands, but... heh, but these are not my lands!" She softly smiles before sitting back down on the pedestal, motioning the drow forward to join the conversation. "Forgive me for the darkness in here, but I have one of my terrible migraines. Tell me, what are your names? Neither of you live here... you would have known how to say my name properly." She allows Kyle the softest smirk.
DM: (Hah! Terrible bluff...)
DM: .
Kyle: puffs his chest out taking a stance almost and trying to look as charming as ever- "They call me Kyle.. The Duke of Jackals.. but it's more of a nickname kinda.. And this is my lovely translator Hyna. And that is true, I am just terrible with elven names.. So many darn odd letters." -Kyle just kinda stops looking around the room trying not to be awkward
Kyle: (Damn it! If I could have bluffed her, I was going to tell her I was a Duke froma far away land that saved her son.. >,< )
DM: (Heh heh!! Want to try a Bluff anyways? Make it seem as if she misheard?)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Kyle: (it's not happening)
Kyle: (Damn all these pretty women distracting poor Kyle)
DM: (... yeah)
DM: (hehe!!)
DM: The Lady nods her head to them both, elegantly. "A drow in these lands is uncommon... but this is all uncommon. I suppose you both have had the same experience as everybody else? All your gold gone, memory bits missing? Reality even a little shifted?"
Kyle: rubs his chin a bit- "Hmm.. ya actually now that you mention it I do remember a killer bunny that tried to eat my group.. Plus I don't remember living near this many knifeys.. And yes.. My pockets are empty."
DM: "It was a chicken," Hyna says drily.
Kyle: slowly shakes his head- "No.. no no.. I'm sure it was a bunny."
DM: The Lady's eyebrow raises, but she doesn't ask any more on the matter - obviously the reports coming in have been odd enough in themselves. "Well, perhaps... you can help. Another reason I knew you were not one of my men is... I do not have a son any longer. He passed away from an illness only a month ago... or a month ago from the last memory I had. None of us know how much time has passed... but... hm." She seems to go off into thought.
DM: You think you hear that clink of armor again.
Kyle: TTYL cya
DM: (aw, bye)

SESSION 3 - 15th October, 2012

Guilty: So, this is for shits and giggles, I take it?
Git: pretty much, what else would it be for?
Guilty: I unno
Git: It started with me and Kate running a short to pre her for when she DM with y ou guys, and we're bored.. Then Vex jumped in.
Git: prep*
Guilty: I'm always more of a plot person than just silly
Siara: I plan what out?
Git: I did beat the crap out of her NPC though! My Archer so badass he makes monks black and blue after fist fights
Siara: Most of the time I do my homework on Thursday and then just finish the scraps tonight
Guilty chuckles
Git: Each person finds what they want out of D&D, me I like the comedy and dungeon crawling.. also I like exploring and puzzles alot
Git: I went to grapple her monk, won two in a row.. then on the 3rd one I rolled a 2.. she rolled a 1 xD
Kate: I'M BACK!!@!!!!
Guilty: well, enjoy your game guys
Git: And after you win three grapple in a row you get to pin them for free, so I pinned her character monk as a archer
Git: cya
Kate: My poor monk... and Guilty, feel free to lurk and spy if you want to.
Git changed name to Kyle
Guilty: Not much point, really. I should watch my show or do some writing.
Guilty: Something mildly productive
Kate: http://www.footstepsofghosts.com/t4551-e... Siara, want to do some catching up on Kyle and Hyna's part?
Kate: Heh, okay. Have fun!
Guilty: Here's hoping.
Guilty: enjoy your game
Siara: Oooookay
Kyle: (Don't worry I'll make this quick.)
Kate
DM: The Lady nods her head to them both, elegantly. "A drow in these lands is uncommon... but this is all uncommon. I suppose you both have had the same experience as everybody else? All your gold gone, memory bits missing? Reality even a little shifted?"
Kyle: rubs his chin a bit- "Hmm.. ya actually now that you mention it I do remember a killer bunny that tried to eat my group.. Plus I don't remember living near this many knifeys.. And yes.. My pockets are empty."
DM: "It was a chicken," Hyna says drily.
Kyle: slowly shakes his head- "No.. no no.. I'm sure it was a bunny."
DM: The Lady's eyebrow raises, but she doesn't ask any more on the matter - obviously the reports coming in have been odd enough in themselves. "Well, perhaps... you can help. Another reason I knew you were not one of my men is... I do not have a son any longer. He passed away from an illness only a month ago... or a month ago from the last memory I had. None of us know how much time has passed... but... hm." She seems to go off into thought.
DM: You think you hear that clink of armor again.
Kyle: holds his hand up and pointing his thumb over his right shoulder trying to get the queens attention- "Umm.. Miss Naily, do you happen to have other guards in this room, or am I about to have to dual a royal assassin? Cause I think someone else is in this room.. I mean, you hear that right Hyna?" -he looks over at her, ready to snatch his hatchet.
Kyle: (((Kyle: rubs his chin a bit- "Hmm.. ya actually now that you mention it I do remember a killer bunny that tried to eat my group.. Plus I don't remember living near this many knifeys.. And yes.. My pockets are empty." DM: "It was a chicken," Hyna says drily. Kyle: slowly shakes his head- "No.. no no.. I'm sure it was a bunny.")))
Kyle: (^^ Love that part fyi)
Siara: (Okay, so I got some time with Rooke, I think I'm caught up now)
Kyle: (Read that part.. it's funny or atleast to me)
Siara: (I did)
Siara: (You're still an ass)
Siara: (...an ass that Siara would still love to get HAHA I WIN)
Kyle: (I'm just never wrong not a ass, but seriously am I the only one who finds Kyle funny? I need to know!)
Kate
Hyna's ears twitch. "I keep forgetting you cannot see in the dark..." she murmurs, almost amused. "Funny creatures, humans..."
Heavy steps start crossing the distance from the shadows to the throne, and before long, a massive form steps out of the shade. He is broad, tall, and as he steps into the light, you see his impressive teeth and jutting lower jaw - a half-orc. He is decked out in a blue cloak very similar to your own, Kyle. You imagine him to be in his mid-twenties or so, garbed in half-plate armor that shines dully. Across his back, you can see an impressive battleaxe and a heavy crossbrow slung at his side.
"I also forgot," he says in a deep voice that seems to reverbrate through the throne room. "You are more likely to be the assassin than I am, Kyle, Duke of Jackals."
Kate: (Sorry, got stuck looking over this dude's CS...)
Kate: http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs25/f/2008/1...
http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs25/f/2008/138/b/1/Sir_Albert_Portrait_by_artbytravis.jpg
Siara: (Well, find a way to patch me back in at some point)
Kyle: (Come crashing into the window?)
Siara: (...how)
Kate: Rooke seems to herd Siara about the market stalls outside the city, looking at little knickknacks and odds-and-ends that the merchants sell. He stops occasionally to look a pieces of beaded jewellery or at hand-crafted wooden weapons. The stalls range from small weaponry, a baker's cart - selling fine pastries that stink the whole place up with their sweet aroma, several cheap jewellery stands, a weaver's stand, clothing merchant - the largest stall, and what you imagine to be a locksmith, but you're not too sure... this 'locksmith' has a horse carriage without horses, an old woman sitting on the steps of the carriage as she knits. A younger man stands at the door of the carriage, waiting for customers.
Kate: People, instead of trading coin, are now trading their own knickknacks that they find in their pockets or exchanging a hat or pair of shoes for something they greatly want.
Kate: (Siara, want to do some Awareness checks? Eavesdrop?)
Kyle: mimics the massive orcs steps bringing himself close enough to see himself. Kyle would nod rubbing his chin again looking him up and down- "I'm not sure.. I mean you got the cloak down, but do you think blue is really your color? I think a darker shade would do you better as a assassin. See and that is why I couldn't be a assassin I lack subtly, I couldn't stand being in that darkness all the time. Who then would talk to me.." -Kyle would say in is own little world, holding his hand out to measure the big lug- "But I got to say, your a big fella, some sort of super assassin maybe." (sorry couldn't help myself)
Kate: The half-orc stares levelly at Kyle for a long moment, his heavy brows burrowing for a moment before he makes a deep grunt in the back of his throat. He says nothing, dark eyes just boring into Kyle for a good long while. Her Ladyship speaks up instead. "Kyle... this is Captain Ozrael. As long as you wear that cloak, he is... your superior. But we will set rank aside for now while we sort out this crisis."
Kyle: (Kyle makes all the best friends! Now he just needs hugs)
Kate: (... Ozrael's great at hugs!!!)
Kyle {{...I think I can take him- Kyle says in his head }}
Kate changed name to DM
DM shakes Siara from his slumber!!!
DM: ^^
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Siara: (14)
Siara: (Sorry, distracted)
Kyle: (ROUND)
DM
Siara, as you move around with Rooke, you hear a few customers of the clothes' stand chattering together. Three women, all below thirty, above twenty years of age. They are murmuring quietly among themselves, but your sharp elf ears pick up on their words. The slimmest seems to be on about conspiracy theories. She is an elf. "... I reckon it's that orc... the half-something that he is. I imagine he has done all this! He seems the sort..."
The next, human, shakes her head. "What? Him? No... no, not him. He's a good man."
"She doesn't mean THAT half orc," the last says, a half-elf. "The other one with the funny lineage. The adopted one vying for Our Lady's daughter's attention. I just can't see why he'd do this. It doesn't seem to benefit him or anyone!"
Siara glances over at the group from the corner of his eye, unsure what to do with the information, but keeping it handy in case something comes up.
DM: Rooke takes a glance at Siara, then sighs. "Elf... Siara. Any suggestions as to what we do while we wait for Kyle?... or while we wait for his carcass to eventually be thrown out here?" He smirks a little - he was obviously impressed with the way Kyle manipulated the guards and took Hyna in with him, but he knew there would be consequences too.
Siara shrugs. "There's not really anything that I want to do except beat his brains out for making no effort to get us in with him."
DM
Kyle, Captain Ozrael eyes you for a moment longer, then shifts his attention to Hyna. His gaze is professional, especially for one of orc-blood, and he seems to evaluate her only for what she may or may not be able to do instead of checking her out like the guards in the foyer. He seems unimpressed, seeing no weapons at her sides and no armor, then turns to look at Kyle once more.
"You have the scent of a moose," he observes drily, voice grating against your ears. You can't help but think his voice is too deep and too rugged for a half-orc of his age - as soon as you think this, you note a ragged scar across the half-orc's jugular.
DM: Rooke smiles and shakes his head. "He's a funny boy, that's for sure. A ladies' man if I ever saw one, and a sweet-talker, I believe. He has a flair for the dramatic and colorful. Reminds me of my own boy a bit... except, mine is about ten years younger than Kyle. How about you, elf? Do you have a mate? Children?"
Siara shakes his head. "No children, and no mate. Not an official one, anyways. I was too busy studying to care about real love, so I settled for the occasional fling after a party when the stress ran high."
DM: "Eh, sounds like me," Rooke said. "I have three children - two little girls, one boy. It seems that any woman I simply touch ends up spewing out a child and saying it's mine! Heh..." He shakes his head and smiles. "They're good kids." He claps his hands together, almost as if to put a period on the end of that sentence, then points to the baker's stand. "Want something to eat? I think trading in my handaxe could get us a good sack of food..."
Kyle: (back catching up)
DM: (WB)
Siara shakes his head. "I'm not hungry, and you should keep your axe. We might need it."
DM: Rooke just laughs. He pats his sides, his hands touching the hilts of two weapons. "I have a handaxe, a mace, and my greatsword... one weapon given up in the name of a hungry stomach is no loss. But if you are not hungry, well... never mind then. We still have moose meat. I may find something in my pack and see if I can trade it for some salt." He moves off towards the baker's stall.
DM: (Awareness, Siara!)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Siara: (15 and 19)
DM
Siara and Rai, as Rooke moves away, you see a slim woman pass you. She wears a huge, floppy hat that covers her face and a short black cape. Beneath the cape, you see she is wearing light leather armor over a deep pink/purle dress, and at her side, a longsword. Across her back is strapped a shortbow. Her hair is long and brown, reaching down her back to touch lightly at the small of her back. Her boots are muddy and wet as if she crossed the river recently.
As she passes you, aqua blue eyes peek out from under the hat to peer at you. She stops walking, glancing at Rooke's retreating form, then back to Siara.
Kyle: pops his vest out letting the cloak air out around him with a smile- "Ya I was going for something more nature like smelling, the ladies love it." -he says backing up with Hyna before looking back to the queen and Captain- "And might I add it's a honor to meet ya Captain Ozrael, and Miss Naily. So do you require my services or am I free to go my way now that you know the truth about me?"
Kyle: (Feel free to keep going on Siara PA I got caught with something at work, so that round took awhile)
Siara doesn't notice the female until Raiden stops and growls once at the female. Stopping and turning around, he notices the female, as well as her startling eyes. He looks her over once, spotting the mud on her boots. "Can we help you?"
Kyle: (Vex also tried Viktor in pvp, went 6/1/0 and that one death was the final team fight before my team gave up, otherwise I would have not died)
DM
Captain Ozrael glances towards Nalwi, raising an eyebrow inquisitively. Nalwi is silent a moment, then gives a graceful motion of her hand towards Kyle. "Perhaps... we could be of your services. We do not have anything to offer at this time in the way of gold, but if you successfully complete a task, I believe we would be able to come up with something worth your while."
Ozrael puts out a hand as if to halt Nalwi. "My Lady... surely you cannot be serious? This man and his translator are strangers here. I will not take them with me!"
"Ozrael, please be reasonable," Nalwi says softly. "Your men are scattered, many are no longer in the palace and I believe that this was done on purpose. HE wants us to be defenceless, to bask in his 'glory' or whatever it is that seems to strike his flair for the dramatic. You will need all the help you can get."
Ozrael seems grumpy at whatever is being proposed, but takes over quickly. "Duke of Jackals, I need proof that your blade is sharper than your honeyed words."
Siara: (Nicely done)
Kyle: (So much rage from there mid, saying Vik can't win a lane that well.. showed him)
Kyle: (Kate is there a window near by?)
DM
The woman eyes Siara a moment longer, then offers him a soft smile. "You are a stranger here," she notes easily. "And I saw you and your companion attempting to enter with the royal guard and the drow woman... he acted as if you were mere servants, but I think otherwise. He was attempting to smuggle himself inside the city... heh, clever guise with the cloak and all. Perhaps both you and your companion would like to accompany me inside?" she invites.
Her voice is young - you get the feeling maybe she is human judging by her pale, freckled skin and stature. Despite her human-like features, you feel... dirty in her presence. As if something dark is looming over you, greater than the mere woman that she is.
DM: (Row of high windows to your left as you enter the room, all along the left wall facing the ocean. Curtains are shut over them, allowing only slivers of light through. One sliver touches on the throne.)
DM: (I'll see if I can find you a picture.)
Kyle: crosses his arms taking a deep breath before raising a brow- "Words are sharper then any blade.. But if you wish proof name it. I had year of rough training from a guard or two, and come from a family of bowyers. Also I was the best shot in my village.." -he says smugly as any coky 17 year old boy would xD
Siara tilts his head, sensing something was off about the female. "Very acute of you, miss. You're not at all wrong about us. If you can get us into the castle though, it would be greatly appreciated. I have some choice words for our... companion."
Kyle: ((Just wanted to say, I love the term 'honeyed words"))
DM
"Well, if you can talk out of his ploy, I would be impressed, but I heavily doubt it," Ozrael says. He reaches over his shoulder and draws the massive battleaxe. "Draw a weapon of your choice, Duke of Jackals - I will not hit to kill, but you should. M'Lady, no objections to doing this right here, right now?"
"These floors have seen blood before," the Lady says. "But... ehh," she sighs, "I will let you do this Ozrael, to sate your own curiosity. This boy's earnestness would have been enough had I been in your place."
DM: ((I love it too. Sounds awesome in a dutch accent...))
Kyle: (ROUND)
DM
The girl nods slowly and watches as Rooke returns, triumphantly holding up a small pouch of salt. He isn't absent any of his weapons, so he must have been able to find something mildly useless. He pauses once he sees the girl, but she is already turning, motioning for Siara, Rai, and Rooke to follow. Rooke frowns and falls into step beside Siara. "All right," he whispers. "I thought that whole 'elven charm' thing was a lie... but you managed to chat up a girl in the short time I was gone? My faith has risen in you, Siara, risen indeed." He chuckles.
The girl leads them towards the guards, passing between them with complete ease. The guards move to halt Siara and Rooke, but the girl delicately turns. "They're with me," she says softly, and the guards allow them to pass through the arch into the city.
DM: (have you read the description I gave Kyle upon entering the city? If so, just insert that here. )
Siara grins to himself as they pass through, absorbing the sights. "Are elves normally not allowed in the city?"
DM: The girl snorts in a rather unladylike way, amused. "Everyone's allowed in normally... it's just this 'thing' that has happened which has everyone unnecessarily on guard." She glances over her shoulder at him, another smile passing her lips. You get the same feeling of being 'loomed over' by some dark force despite her innocent grin. "So the castle, eh? What, you guys assassins or something?" she giggles to herself, shaking her head, the floppy hair swishing everywhere.
Kyle: looks to Hyna reaching for his belt loop his hatchet, gripping it loosely and turning to Hyna- "Why does everyone want to fight me, am I that tough looking or something?" -Kyle looks at his farmers hatchet then to Ozrael battleaxe- "Bit of a size comparison, you trying to make up for something? Heh.. " -he says before jumping forward to close the gap (Melee attack!)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Kyle: (BAM )
Kyle rolled a die. The die showed: 5
Kyle: (Got my CS on you Kate?)
DM: (Uhm, just a sec - GAH, totally mispselled!TGorhgo!)
Kyle: (18 Damage with the crit.. Handaxe are x3 crits!)
Kyle: (Kyle... being a boss...)
DM: http://www.protonfish.com/dcalc/?n=Kyle%...
DM: (How much damage am I taking, hm?)
Kyle: (18)
Siara grunts and scratches at his head, trying to cover the twinge of discomfort he felt. "Assassins? No... But I might kill the hume boy when we get in, does that count?" Looking around, he moves closer to the female. "Would the 'event' have anything to do with a mass memory wipe?"
DM: Ozrael takes the blow, grunting and shaking his head before swinging his battleaxe around at Kyle's midsection. "It isn't as large as my father's battleaxe, so just be thankful, little human."
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
DM: (whoo!)
DM rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 5
Kyle: (Don't care.. still won in my mind)
DM: (9 - can you do the math for me? Sorry! XD Juggling something at the same time)
Kyle: (what math?)
DM: The girl chuckles. "The memory wipe? And the reality being warped? The landscape changing, people losing their jobs and finding out they're pigfarmers instead of clerks? Oh, yeah... everyone's kinda noticed." She leads him up the stairs into the foyer, past the guards there, and into the dim interior of the throne room. You can clearly see the massive half-orc and Kyle going at it. "Ah... no need for you to try killing him, it'd seem. Ozrael will do a good job of it, I'm sure." The girl gives you a playful, cheeky smirk before shaking her head and folding her arms across her chest, content to watch the fight.
DM: (No math? Oh, cool. Sorry... XD)
Kyle: luckily blow manage to not fell the large captain, but that wasn't going to stop him. After taking that leap for that one hit-wonder it left him unguarded and made him catch the back-side of the axe almost knocking the breath completely out of his lungs. (swinging back!)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Kyle: (20 to hit?)
Kyle rolled a die. The die showed: 6
DM: (You hit)
Kyle: (9 more damage xD)
Kyle: (rolled max damage xD Haha, Kyle may win at this rate!)
DM: The half-orc shakes his head and comes in for another attack, his axe swinging violently through the air.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
DM: (hm, no hit)
Kyle: after wacking Captin Oz helm again he laughs a bit- "Oh whats wrong Cap? I think your losing your cool.. the trick is, to stay level.." -he says ducking the axe and coming up with another blow (melee!)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Kyle: (11 damn)
DM: (Miss!)
Kyle is too busy laughing
Kyle: (I've done 27 damage with a hatchet vrs a captain of the guard)
DM: "Another trick, boy, is to keep your own head about you," Ozrael says calmly - for an orc-blood, at least. "Giggling isn't going to help you."
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
DM: (Oh, damn...)
DM: (... maybe I didn't make him high-level enough... XD!!!)
Kyle: swings back quickly trying to take advantage of the captains ego- "Yup.. My old man taught me that too!"
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Kyle: (Two 7 in a row fuk)
Siara blinks, curious as to what the girl meant by that, then sees Kyle fighting someone. He reaches to his hip, drawing his sword just slightly. "No one gets to kill the hume but me."
DM: "Oh, relax," the girl says. Her hand swats out and lightly touches your sword hand. As she touches you, a hot clamminess crawls over your skin - the looming feeling TOUCHING you like a blanket before she drops her hand to her side again. "He'll just be toying. He always is."
Kyle: (Hey 17 year old boy with a hatchet as a weapon vrs a fully armed captain of the royal guard in platemail, and part orc.. I think Kyle is doing great.)
DM: The Captain of the guard swings his battleaxe again. "I believe that if you do pass this test, your future opponents will enjoy bantering back and forwards with you while you exchange blows... personally, you talk too much for my taste."
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
DM: (He hits.)
DM rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 6
Kyle: (does he?)
Kyle: (I got a 18 AC )
DM: (... he has a big bonus. I feel dirty saying this and I don't know why.)
DM: (9 dam)
Siara jumps backwards as if burned by her touch, looking at the girl in surprise. He doesn't take his hand off his sword, uncomforted by her words, or indeed by her presence.
Kyle: ducks and tumbles to the side throwing his hatchet to his off-hand ready to jump at the chance he gets keeping his eyes locked on that great axe. He lungs breathing heavy as he looks over Ozrael shoulder and makes eye contact with Siara- "Siara? Off~."- he says as the captain rams the head of the axe into Kyle gut
Kyle: (Weeeeeeeee~ Sleepy time for Kyle.. Oz is lucky I would have killed a lesser man!)
DM: (... he's down? Heh...)
Kyle: (I'm level 1! I got 11 hp)
Siara widens his eyes in surprise, then glares at Kyle, pulling his sword out fully. "Oh that is IT. Let me kill him now."
DM
Ozrael watches as Kyle slumps to the floor, but he doesn't seem to recognize the boy as unconscious, stepping over him and bringing his hand down to grab Kyle up in a one-handed grapple... which is not resisted. The girl at Siara's side sighs and steps out. "Ozrael... come on! He's down. You can't bash a guy when he's down!"
"Doesn't stop you," Ozrael says with a smirk. He drops Kyle unceremoniously on the floor and turns to face the Lady... and finds himself instead being offered a palm by Hyna. He hits it in a sort of hi-five and Hyna smirks. Rooke puts a restraining hand on Siara's shoulder. "It was a training run, see? He's still breathing... we should get him some help though... despite how much you'd like to kill him."
DM
The Lady glances at Siara and Rooke, frowning before looking at the girl. "Did you bring them in? For what purpose?"
"They were with him," the girl says, pointing to Kyle's unconscious form. "Adventuring party, I'd reckon. Uh... we gonna leave him there like that?"
Kyle: ( DON'T TOUCH ME KNIFE EARS >,< )
DM: The Lady shakes her head and looks at Siara. "Please step forward... what is your name?" Rooke lingers back, behind Siara, wondering if Kyle has placed THEM in trouble too.
DM: (MWAHAHAHAA!!!)
DM: The girl watches from beneath the brim of her hat. Ozrael keeps his greataxe out while Siara's weapon is still drawn.
Siara slowly advances on the male holding Kyle, prepared to attack or defend as necessary, building a magic charge in his left hand. He stops his advance when he hears the other female speak and looks over to her, still keeping a wary eye on the male. "Siara, from the Clan of Woe. That... boy, is one of my traveling companions."
Kyle: (I'm a man damn it! how much hp did Oz have huh? )
DM
Ozrael looks at the boy that he drops to his feet rather unceremoniously. "Well, then, perhaps you're going the same place that he is! Care to through that charge at me, elf?" He gives a toothy, almost inviting grin... inviting if he did not have a bit of Kyle's spittle on his chin from when he smacked him in the gut.
The Lady lifts her hand. "Enough now, Captain. Siara, from the Clan of Woe, I am Nalwi. This is Captain Ozrael, my second in command, and you have already met my daughter, it would seem."
"Hi," the girl says, flicking her fingers in what appears to be a wave.
Hyna is standing in the middle of this with a smug grin on her face. She liked seeing Kyle beaten down.
DM: (*coughs* Am I allowed to tell you that...?*coughs*)
Kyle: (Yes and no. >,> )
DM: (I'll just say... you got past the half-way point through his hp. *clams mouth shut*)
Kyle: (Round!)
DM: (Quick Siara! Go stomp on Kyle while he's gone! )
Siara: (How much damage did he take?)
DM: (Unlethal - until he hit 0)
Siara: (So Kyle took no damage, doesn't need healing then)
DM: (Nup. You CAN heal nonlethal damage, but it'll regenerate on its own.)
Siara nods, then looks back to Ozrael, his lips curling into a snarl as Raiden pads up beside him. "Do not tempt me, hume..." He holds the sword out as a guard as he finishes his advance, then crouches down beside Kyle while Raiden growls at Ozrael. Laying his charged hand lightly on Kyle's chest, soft waves of light pulse over his body as he checks for injuries. Finding none that require real attention, he waves his hand to dispel the magic, then stands. "Dare I ask the meaning of this?"
DM: (brb)
Siara: (No rush)
Kyle: (He's a half-orc not a human Vex!)
Kyle: (Also I feel the need to yell when my character is asleep!)
Siara: (I'll pretend that he looks hume)
DM: (Hey, guys, what's the time for you both, and how many hours do you have left in you?)
DM: (I glanced at the sun and my eyes have gone crazy. Just need to give them a bit more of a rest.)
DM: (still on a brb)
Siara: (11:15 here, 1:15 for Kitt. I'm still going strong)
Kyle: (I'm force to stay strong, I got work still for another 6 hours)
Siara: (And then there's that)
Siara: (PFFT)
Siara: (Freaked my mom out with this poem I wrote xD)
DM: (back. It's a migraine)
DM: (Ahh... dimmed the screen. Much better. Can read!)
Siara: (Fog for a sec, if you please xD)
DM
The Elven Lady sighs and touches a hand to her brown. "Ozrael... it was your idea, so you explain yourself."
Ozrael looks at Siara for a moment, then puts his battleaxe away. He obviously doesn't percieve Siara as a threat. "I wanted to judge your companion's combat skill. For his age, it really isn't that bad, so I am impressed. The reason I was judging him was that her Ladyship offered him a job... one under my command. Perhaps if he accepts, you might also? What are you? A cleric?"
DM: (ok)
DM: Hyna steps over Kyle and back to Rooke and Siara, standing beside them quietly as she waits for the next thing to happen. Her smug smirk is still plastered across her face as she looks at Kyle's prone body.
Siara listens to the explanation, still tense. On hearing about the job, he relaxes slightly, lowering his blade. "Druid. Why?"
Kyle: (Can I go to FoG?)
DM: (Yup!)
Siara: (Yeah, was sharing my poem)
DM
"I'll soon be off to track down the creature who caused so great a disruption. He did this once before on a smaller scale, we believe - just the memory side of things. We didn't officially charge him, nor could we prove it was him, but... but now, we believe we have enough evidence. If it is not him, it is someone like him with his level of power," Ozrael says. "We have no real... evidence of where he might be, but we have to assume he will be within the kingdom of Elmrock somewhere."
The girl moves to the Lady and sits down next to her. Her Ladyship gently wraps an arm around her daughter and presses a motherly kiss to the side of the girl's face - strangely obstructed by the hat. The girl makes a bit of a face, but accepts the hug and peck.
DM: (I've never had a migraine before! Now I know why Vex couldn't concentrate! XD)
Siara: (Nasty things)
Siara nods. "And you're putting together a party."
DM: You can see there are very few features the mother and daughter share alike. The Lady is white, her daughter has more natural human-looking hues to her skin and hair. Only the bright aqua eyes made her different... and maybe the huge floppy hat that no sane person would wear.
DM: "In a way," Ozrael says. "Like Her Ladyship said earlier to this boy, I am short on men. Most have disappeared or are out in the land, unreachable at this time. I would not be personally dealing with you... you'd be doing the investigation yourselves. I need to stay here and protect the Lady."
Siara sighs and scratches at his head. "I guess we might as well go along with it... Not like we have any other leads"
Siara "IF the others agree to it as well."
Kyle: even while knocked out can be heard muttering a bit in his sleep, faintly at least- "Mhmm.. ..Hyna, why are you my..t..ent.." -he says dreaming with a weak smile
Kyle: (I will make that women hate me till the end.)
DM: Ozrael frowns a bit as Hyna steps forward towards Kyle. He watches as she swings back her leg to kick him, then bursts into low, rattling laughter before placing a hand on her shoulder and gently pushing her away. "Hyna, I take it? Don't listen to him... at his age, the imagination is a wild and unpredictable thing. At your age, miss, you should know you are above being teased by a youngling such as himself."
DM: Rooke just smirks. He taps Siara on the shoulder before murmuring quietly. "You seem to be doing all the talking... maybe we should find somewhere for Kyle to recuperate before Hyna kills him?"
DM: (... I like Kyle.)
Kyle: (wait.. did I get kicked?)
DM: (Almost! Ozrael saved you from it)
Kyle: (..damn..)
DM: (Wait, did you want to be kicked?)
Kyle: (I wanted to get kicked)
DM: (... why on earth!?)
Siara: (Foot fetish.)
DM: (...)
Kyle: ((moves lightly when he kicked all but dead weight making him cough a bit- "Ouff.. Hy..na.. not so hard.. we just met.."))
DM: (... DO EET)
DM: (You got kicked. Ozrael didn't save you. He saved you from a second kick!)
Kyle: (Muhahah, even passed out I can still roleplay. And if you want that, to be posted IC there.. it's right there. I don't need to repost it.)
Kyle: (Vex you going to be awake when I get home you think? Or do you have school and stuff?)
Siara: (I have school, but I can still play)
Kyle: (Little known fact Viktor Ult lvl 3.. 1050 Damage + 2.3 Scaling. O,O)
Kyle: (And that's AoE damage with a .5 silence at the start)
Siara lets out an exasperated sigh and shrug. "Might as well. He doesn't have any serious injuries, just knocked out."
DM
Hyna glares down at Kyle, fists tightly clenching. Ozrael chuckles darkly. The Lady gently releases her daughter from the hug. "Here, Tindo, see that he has a room, will you? All of them, actually, seeing as half the servant force has disappeared..."
The girl stands, moving towards Kyle and looking down at him. She glances over him, then frowns. "Y'know, Ma, I can't lift him on my own..." She glances at the others, then motions invitingly towards Siara. "Help me, will you? I can answer any questions you have about my mother's quest she is offering to you."
Kyle: (I look forward to roleplaying this character with Cauta, she's going to hate me.)
Kyle: (ROUND)
DM
The Lady puts up a hand as Hyna moves to help the girl. "Please, Drow... Hyna. I have offer of another job for you. You do speak Undercommon and Drow Sign Language, do you not?"
Hyna frowns. "Why would you need a translator right now of all times, m'Lady?"
"We had a population of Drows living among us, but they had a translator... someone found his body in the river last night. Perhaps you could replace him? They speak no elvish or common, sadly."
Hyna makes a face, obviously preferring to go with the others, but shrugs. "All right, I will stay here and help... heh, actually..." She switches to Elvish. "It would be highly appreciated."
Siara looks around the room, then leans down to pick up Kyle. "I don't have any questions to answer right now, actually. Just need to find out what happened, then I can return to my own quest."
Kyle: (Net die Kate?)
DM
The girl nods, seeing that Siara has Kyle well-balanced in his arms. "Follow me then," she says softly. She leads him towards the shadows, her fingers reaching back to touch his arm and guide him - the same dark feeling washes over you, but this time it isn't so clammy, just dark and uncomfortably personal. You get the vague impression that you pass through an archway out of the throne room and enter into a hallway. The hallway is lit by goat horn scones, each held in the gentle clasp of carved wooden flowers. It seems to be a soft, subtle theme throughout the whole Keep.
Your boots tap against the marble floor as the girl leads you. The hall is lined with doors off to other rooms, but she takes you to the very end and up a flight of marble stairs to the left (you assume this goes up behind the throne room). They reach another hallway and the girl tugs on your sleeve until you reach the end of it - to turn right. You find yourself in a brilliantly-lit hallway, wider than the past ones and lined with chairs and small tables as if it were a relaxed cafeteria area. The windows' curtains were drawn aside to let in the brilliant view of the blue, blue ocean and the waves crashing on the white stones below the castle. It was quite a magnificent sight.
To your right, opposite the windows, were more doors. She leads you along to the fifth before opening it for you. "Each of these rooms are for guests - you may have the next one along for the duration of your stay here." As you enter into the room, you are overwhelmed by the luxury of this place. The floor is marble, but carpeted in rich black and white rugs, the ceiling adorned with more white antler chandeliers, and the walls draped with extravagant paintings of the ocean, forest, and the odd portrait.
There is a four-poster bed, wide and long, obviously made to accomodate any sort of creature that laid upon it, and draped with cream sheets, dark red blankets, and more furs. There were no windows in the room, but it was lit by a fireplace on the opposite side of the room from the door. A large wardrobe rested in the corner of the room, a desk in another corner.
Siara: (WALL OF TEXT)
DM: (No, just writing a huge post. )
Siara runs from the wall of words
DM: (Do NOT mention the internet again...)
Kyle: (??)
DM: (It died on me. I'm using the stick.)
Kyle: (Why? The net go down again?)
DM: (Yup.)
DM: (READ THE TEXT WALL! MWAHAHAHA! I love being DM.)
Siara: (w)
Siara walks in silence, stunned by the beauty of the castle. He carries Kyle into the bedroom and lays him lightly on the bed, brushing a few strands of hair off his face before heading out and entering the next room over.
DM: It is much the same, the only real difference being the paintings - none are the same from room-to-room.
Siara: (Good, that would mean they bought a much of fakes xD)
DM: The girl doesn't follow Siara, instead staying in Kyle's room. She eyes the door for a moment, then sits down next to Kyle on the bed and prods his face with her finger. "Ozrael knocked you out good..." she murmurs with a smirk before reaching for her belt. She takes a small vial and places it in Kyle's hand for when he wakes up.
DM: (We're talking quality here! )
DM: (just gonna test and see if 'net is back. brb)
DM: (Testing, testing...)
DM: (AM I HERE!?)
Siara: (No. Try again. xD)
DM: (AM I HERE!!?!?!>?!?}>>!>>@!??!?)
Siara: (Kay fine you're here)
DM: (Yay!)
DM: https://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff46...
https://2img.net/h/i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff468/Kotorchix/elmrockkeep.png
Kyle: would awake feeling the warm sensation of Hyna's touch rubbing his face as she slowly passed out from exhustion. Kyle standing six foot tall as he stretches, rubbing his perfect fit abs and noticing Hyna barely covered in silk bedding. His room was huge and littered with trophy's from several beheaded monsters all slain by him single handedly. Stepping around the cold stone floor that was once his tent he approach the large wooded door as it opened with just a thought from him. Outside was a courtyard garden filled with several scantly clothed women playing in a large fountain that was placed in the center, all giggling and smashing. When sudden he became attack by the hordes of fans that appeared chanting his name with each step.- "Duke, DUKE, DUKE!" -Kyle held his hand high nodding along with there chants as the crowd fell silent- "Ya! Don't worry ladies the main man is here, there isn't anything I can't slay." -he said as his courtyard fountain came under siege from a dragon landing on it roaring and snapping at the all the different beautiful women. But none scattered they just all froze looking back to Kyle, as his arms drew back a invisible bow and released a golden arrow causing the great beast to explode the instant it connected. Sending a shower of gold coins over the crowd as he raised his arms and they cheered again- "Duke, DUKE! DUKE! WAKE UP!" -as Kyle eyes opened awaking him from his peaceful dream. It took a moment as he gathered himself looking about and feeling the bedding under him and a sore spot on his chest- "Wow.. where am I now?"
Kyle: (Wall of terrible text with grammar errors!)
DM: (Hehe heh! Poor Duke... just a dream!)
Kyle: (I was bored being a sleep so I wrote stuff..)
DM: The girl is still in his room, having stood to move outside. She stops by the door and looks at him for a moment with her dreadful floppy hat covering one eyes. "Still in Elmrock Keep... your friend helped me bring you up here to rest up from Ozrael beating your butt." She grinned. "Your girlfriend was about to go to town on you too..."
DM: You find a vial in your hand.
Kyle: quickly finds himself running his hand threw his hair backward before leaning back with a smirk- "Pff~ Hyna wishes she was with me.. And that old toad just got lucky.. Heck, I could have dropped him in a instant if I didn't get lost in your eyes in the middle of that fight... but it's for the best, I wouldn't feel right hurting a old man, no fun in that." -he would then hold of the vial shaking it back and forth with a eyebrow raised and devilish grin- "Hmm, and what's this? You trying to get me to drink your love potion too?"
Kyle: (( Thoughts on the dream Vex and Kate? xD))
DM: ((... typical Duke dream!))
Kyle: (What the man knows what he likes. Money, women, and fame.)
Siara: (Sounds like you)
Kyle: (Pff~ You can't mean that Vex. I'm hardly anything like that.)
Siara: (But you do like money and women.)
Kyle: (What man doesn't that isn't gay?)
DM: The girl is quiet for a moment, blinking at him, but then a wide grin crosses her face. "Ozrael is only 24 winters... not too much older than yourself, I would think!" She tilts her head, the horrible hat flopping a bit more as she turns to face him a little better. "But he is one of the best fighters in Elmrock Keep... I can never best him in a fight." She steps towards him then leans against one of the posts of the bed. "And that, 'Duke of Kyle', or whatever you call yourself, is indeed a love potion. Come on, drink up." She has a playful smile on her face.
Kyle: (Siara you should say more, I don't want to be the main character you do it!)
DM: (You do need to say more! I feel like I'm giving Kyle all the attention - I need you to do something so I can do something at this point, though!)
Kyle: (Sense Motive!)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Kyle: (11!)
Siara: (What do you want me to do? I'm not in the room)
DM: You really aren't sure what she wants, if she's joking about the vial, or if she's being quite serious. Her whole stature is hard to analyze... from her youthful face and the one eye that you can see, you figure she really can't be much older than you. You do not know of her relation to Her Ladyship.
DM: (Ehh, there's stuff in the room to look at and stuff!)
Kyle: doesn't even flinch throwing the vial back in one quick motion, then rolls his tongue about- "I doubt a luv like yourself needs a love potion to use those deadly.." -he pauses giving her a look up and down- "Assets..Mmm.. taste fruity.."
DM: All the furniture is carved from white wood, everything decorated with those pretty little flower carvings. The white antlers seem to be a bit of a theme too, crowning the top of the wardrobe. The desk has two drawers in it, the wardrobe has two tall doors and a drawer at the bottom. The fireplace is made of white stone, the mantlepiece carved from white wood.
Kyle: (Search all the THINGS!)
DM: Kyle, the pain in your beaten body seems to fade away until you feel completely rejuvenated. The girl just keeps smirking at you playfully, obviously not too worried with your strange, flirtatious nature. "Like it? I think that's from dragon fruit."
DM: (there are no fires in the fireplaces, I might add! 'Cause that'd just be stupid to leave them unattended in the guest rooms! XD)
Siara sits on his bed, drawing lazy images with green wisps of magic while Raiden gnaws happily on his bone. "Nothing to do until Kyle wakes up... Hey Raiden, would you be a dear and go see if he's awake yet?" He watches Raiden nod and pick up his bone before walking out, then going back to tracing shapes with his magic.
Kyle: would touch his chest with a look of abeyance for a moment before hopping out of bed groaning a bit- "Yea, I think your potion work though.. I can seem to take my eyes off you now. Is there a cure?" -he said cracking his next starting at her still with a single step closer
Kyle: (You got to stop putting women in front of Kyle or I'm going to be doing this all night xD)
Siara: (An opening!)
DM: (I WAS wondering if HE had a cure! XD SIARA TO THE RESCUE!)
Raiden joined the chat
Raiden pads over towards the next room, peering in almost hesitantly. Seeing Kyle awake, he barks sharply to alert Siara.
Kyle: walks closer resting with a arm propped up on one post, his gaze locked in her eyes- "Or am I just going to have to let this run it's course?" -he would jump slightly as Raiden yelp
Kyle: (ROUND)
DM: The girl keeps her smirk, also jumping slightly at the dog's bark. She turns her head to look at the dog, glances back at Kyle, grins, then turns her back and moves towards the dog. She crouches beside him and gently pats him. "Good boy," she tells him, scratching behind his ears.
DM: She obviously isn't uncomfortable in Kyle's presence, but you can't be certain she's enjoying his flirting or is just easily shrugging it off.
Raiden is conflicted, wanting to be rubbed behind his ears but not by hands that feel so strange.
DM: The dark, loomy feeling eventually fades the more Raiden is exposed to it, but he would still feel like he needs to check behind to make no monsters are sneaking up on him.
Siara slides off the bed and onto his feet, hearing Raiden's call. He waves the wisps away and moves to the next room, mixed emotions going through his mind - relief that Kyle's okay, disappointment that he's flirting once again. "...good to see you're back to your usual self."
Kyle: shrugs motioning to the completely white room and amazing theme then back to the women- "What, can you blame me? I thought I might got a early ticket to heaven.. I mean I did wake up with a angel on my bed."
DM: The girl throws a glance over her shoulder from where she is rubbing Raiden's ears. She smirks at Kyle. "Just for the record... you were murmuring things about Hyna while you were unconscious. A bit creepy, y'know..." Even though you can only see one eye, you get the impression she just winked at you.
Raiden shrugs. "Creepy is what he does best, apparently." He looks to Kyle. "Are you going to take the job?"
Raiden: (FFF not again)
DM: ((HAha!!)
Raiden: (I should just make Raiden an anthro so this is justified if it happens again x.x)
Siara shrugs. "Creepy is what he does best, apparently." He looks to Kyle. "Are you going to take the job?"
DM: .
Kyle: is still looking around the room and whistles- "Damn.. this place is set up.." -he doubles back at Siara comment- "What job? Wait.. Did I pass, ahh nevermind don't anwser that. Of course I did.. I'm not sure what is the job, did we foundout why this place is full of mind-less zombies yet?"
DM: The girl is still making a fuss of Raiden, scratching behind his ears and rubbing at his neck and shoulders. She obviously likes dogs, remaining silent as she keeps her smirk plastered beneath the terrible hat.
Raiden practically groans in delight at the attention
Siara grins softly. "Well, Raiden likes you, you can't be all bad. And no, we haven't found out, that's what the job is - officially investigating the occurrence."
Kyle: ((Be honest is Kyle coming off too much of a smartass? Or just the right blend of things?>))
DM: ((I know a guy who is a smartass. He doesn't have the charm to pull it off nicely. Kyle does.))
DM: "I'm only half-bad," the girl says, continuing to spoil Raiden silly. She sits down on the floor next to him, her cape spreading over her shoulders as she rubs at his chest too.
Siara: (Eh, there's something about him that makes it decently okay)
DM: (People still want to punch him though!)
Kyle: sits down on the foot of the bed rubbing his head- "Well that isn't very detailed, ya got to have more then that. Or are we just enjoying a free room and nice rest before they try and ship us off again on a wild goose chase? I mean.. I'm fine with it, as long as it isn't a sausage fest. Oh I bet they have hot bath here like they use to talk about!"
Siara: (Decently okay, not perfectly)
Kyle: (Well I'm trying to roleplay as if you grew up in a old day farmer village almost. Kyle shouldn't have much in the way of manners.)
DM: The girl stops patting the dog, spinning about on her backside on the marble floor to face Kyle, her legs crossed. "Well, actually... not so much a wild goose chase as you would think. We know who we're meant to be-... who you guys are meant to be looking for, just not exactly sure where you're meant to find him... I doubt my mother actually expects the two of you to fight him or anything, more of a... scouting expedition."
Siara looks slightly to the side. "Only scouting?"
Kyle: (Kyle joined the militia as a way out of a boring life, he didn't get far though as this happen and all. Maybe 7 months in a camp)
DM: The girl gives a shrug of her shoulders and tugs off her hat to scratch at the top of her head - instantly, the two of you see why she was wearing a hat - she has golden horns growing from her temples. "Yeah, scouting's fun, isn't it? Though, I'm sure that if you really wanted to, you could try attacking him when you find him, but that might not go down too well... he's all into the heavy arcane, necromancy, a bit of nature magic... ehh, I don't think Ozrael could even strike him down on his own with all that..." She replaces the hat, pulling it down on her head a bit so it will stay on.
DM: (That makes sense. )
DM: http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs47/f/2009/1...
http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs47/f/2009/166/d/c/eggs_by_janaschi.jpg
Siara narrows his eyes slightly as he sees the strange horns, then looks away. "I'm a druid, nature is my specialty. Worst case scanario, I'll be able to keep his magic busy by using my own."
Kyle: stands up snatching his bag and going through some thing, counting arrows and such, then grabbing his bow and pulling the string back once and letting it go- "Seriously?! Scouting, what does this kingdom think I am? I'm no scout, how am I suppose to 'scout' and bring something home? Can't get the girls with stories of scouting ahh.. Surely they have a mission much better then that." -he stops hearing her mention magic and he lowers the bow to look at her- "Magic? Heh.. it's going to take more then some fairy dust and rotten gramas to stop me.. Plu.." -he stops mid sentence, kneeling down to get close to her face noticing the horns- "Question.. You never did say if there was hot baths here, is there?" -he can't help but smile- "Called it.. by the way."
DM
The girl just smirks at him before offering him her hand as if asking for help standing up from the floor. "Yeah, there are hot baths. Depends on if you want it private, or public... private, next door at the end of the hall, public, down the hall, down the stairs, take a left through the door at the end of THAT hall, wander along until you reach a door at the end of that hall, enter, and you're in a big heated pool area."
She tilts her head, still smirking. "And you knew nothing! I could have been an elf for all you knew!"
DM: (Sorry, didn't see Siara's post there!)
DM: "Also... he's not really... normal. Even if you take out his magic, he could still beat the snot out of the two of you with one hand while recovering his magic with the other."
Kyle: smirks helping her up by the hand- "Oh you think that Angel, but I can tell.." -he says taking little time to throw off his chain shirt and cloak atleast and partly unbutton his shirt looking at Siara and her.- "What, seriously I've been wanting a bath bad.. And I never had a hot one before.."
Siara crosses his arms, deep in thought. "By the time we find him, I might be able to do more than block his magic..."
DM: As you touch her hand, an unpleasant dark feeling looms up over you. You start to feel as if something big and monstrous is watching you.
Kyle: (Kyle did not pick up on the one hint that she is a princess, also he has no shame!)
DM: (She just finds him funny for his attitude and shamelessness, so she's going with the flow. )
Kyle: (Awkward time!)
DM: "Maybe," the girl says. She frowns a little. "You two really aren't content to just... scout, are you?"
DM: (.. he won't, will he!?)
DM: (SIARA! HIDE YOUR YOUNG, INNOCENT EYES!!!)
Kyle: finishes throwing his gear on the bed letting her hand slip of his own- "I didn't take time to come here to see the landscape.. So you two joining me for a quick bath could be fun? I bet we could even get some wine."
Kyle: (No he won't but he will invite a gay man to bath with him, not knowing xD)
DM: The girl is quiet for a moment, her smirk turning rather ridiculous. A short laugh stutters out of her and she looks away. "As much as I would love to have a bath right now, I will have to decline..."
Kyle: (Vex died or is about to attack with a wall of text)
DM: (O.O)
Kyle: (Also my boss will be showing up for work early again, so I'll have to leave early around.. 5:30 am ish)
Siara: (Sorry, long post elsewhere)
DM: (Aww)
DM: (QUICK! POSTING JAM! WEE!)
Raiden hears the word bath"
Raiden: and hides behind Siara
Raiden: (great, accidentally hit enter)
Siara shrugs once more. "I think I will pass. HE, on the other hand..." He looks down at Raiden. "Yeah, you. You know you need one."
Kyle: shrugs heading off in the direction of private baths- "Aww oh well, your missing out Angel. Maybe next time.. In that case I'm heading for my own Kyle time.." -he starts passing by them and disappears for a moment, before poking his head back in- "Angel you think you could atlteast maybe bring me some wine.. I would be so grateful if so.."
Kyle: (You should so wash that dog, and make him super fluffy and give him a hair cut!)
DM: The girl looks at him for a moment, smirks, then rolls her eyes playfully. "I'll see if I can find something... just make sure you're covered when I bring it back, okay? You're drinking on your own, and I don't want to see anything!" She steps towards the door, brushing past him and heading off down the hallway.
DM: (She's totally got a hidden agenda, I swear!)
Kyle: after the girl leaves he holds his hand up for a high-five to Siara- "Heck ya.. this place is getting better and better! You sure you don't want me to back, cause I don't want to be the one to stop chasing her.. Ya know, if your interested." -Kyle says trying to be a nice guy the elf for once
Kyle: (Also Vex this came to mind when I thought of Siara even though it's wrong http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/2...
DM: (broken link)
Siara: (That's not too far off of what I had in mind...)
DM: (ah, got it)
http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/288/f/5/custom_adopt_god_of_life_by_shrimpheby-d5hyc26.png
Kyle: (rOUND)
Kyle: (Feel free to do a time skip if ya'll want)
DM: (ok)
Siara rolls his eyes, but claps his hand against Kyle's all the same.
DM: (Y'know, you guys really don't ask many questions... XD)
Siara "I'm quite sure that you needn't worry about me..."
Siara: (We just go with what we're dealt most of the time. :I)
DM: Soft steps echo through the hall. Hyna approaches and leans on the doorframe so she can eye both Siara and Kyle. "I will be staying here," she says firmly. "Despite how much I would just *love* to come along and listen to all of Kyle's chatter, I really can't. I have some drow chatter to listen to. Rooke asked me to tell you guys that he might be staying here until you two have figured out what's going on... I think he has a thing for the Lady. Might end poorly for him." She smirks snidely.
Raiden rolls his eyes again, facepalming. "Greeeeeeeat..."
DM: (MWAHAHA!)
DM: (Hyna: "THE DOG TALKS!!!")
Raiden: Kay, screw this x.x)
DM: (Raiden is gonna log off? Nuuuuu!!!)
Siara rolls his eyes, ending the motion with a facepalm. "That's just woooonderful."
Siara: (I'm already pushing it by giving the dog magic, I doubt you'd spring for an anthro too >x> )
DM: (Nah, not really. )
DM: (Something pretty major would have to happen, and even then, he'd be like a secondary character.)
Kyle: frowns a takes a single step forward, grasping Hyna hand with both of his own and face full of sorrow then would let a heavy sigh escape- "I guess somethings are just not meant to happen.. I will never forget you.. H.. Hyna.." -Kyle face changes in a instant as he spins a 160 and starts heading back to the baths- "Ho ya! Free hot baths and wine!" -you can hear his voice cheerful as ever echoing as he gets farther away
DM: Hyna watches him go, then shakes her hand as if it were touched by something dirty. She looks to Siara and smirks. "Let's just hope he doesn't have any more creepy dreams about me. Farewell, Siara. I hope that if our paths do meet again, they will be under less confusing circumstances."
Kyle: (I have a feeling GC wouldn't like me in the party xD)
Kyle: (I'm like a Richtor but with more plot trouble making then combat and longer post hah)
DM: The bathroom at the end of the hall is separated from the cafeteria-esque hallway by a white, ornate door. It's handle is silver, and as you enter the room, you are assailed by the scents of fragrant soaps - lavender, rose, and other herbs and flowers. You don't quite feel like sneezing, but the scent does stun you a little. (Figuratively.) The floor is marble, and a bath tub is situated in the middle of the room - marble like the floor and build up as if carved from the floor itself (it does not sink 'underfloor' though). There are windows to your left as you enter the room, letting you see the ocean from anywhere in the room. Two water taps are built into the bath.
DM: (I dunno... Cauta certainly wouldn't!)
Kyle is not going into detail but certainly starts the water and bathing!
Kyle: (Hey Vex what has you so distracted? I'm curious)
DM: On the right side of the room is a large vanity with a mirror and it reflects the ocean. On this vanity are all the soaps and scented herbs. To the left of the vanity is your typical toilet, to the right, your typical sink. Both made from marble and very clean.
Siara: (Believe it or not, teaching Lar how to jungle...)
DM: (I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT!)
Kyle: takes his time sniffing the different soaps for less then 15 seconds and just grabbing one, he doesn't even feel he would need this but he's going milk the rich life while he has the chance. After that he would head for the bathtub and start the running water feeling it warm something unknown to him. He heard stories but now he was going to live'em. (Then he cleans himself and sink into the tub out of relaxation and unless something going to happen we can skip or stop here.)
DM: (Wine!)
Kyle: (Ya.. that is a bit far fetched.. But I'm glad Lars is learning new things)
DM: (10 min brb!)
Siara: (You enjoy your bath, this is amusing)
Kyle: (Is he learning in easy bots?)
Siara: Yeah, custom first so he can get used to it
Siara: ()
DM: (back!)
DM: Siara, you see 'the girl' pass with a bottle of wine in her hands and a glass behind Hyna and head for the bathroom. She's ditched the floppy hat, her long brown hair flowing out behind her. She drums her fingers on the door before pushing on in. Her eyes are shut as she enters. "Hellooo?"
DM: (I have ten mins, then it's bedtime.)
DM: (*glass, is meant to be a goblet)
DM: (Guys?)
Kyle: eye's would snap open as he turns in the tub hanging over the side with his arms cross and head resting on them. He doesn't say anything for a good while taking the free time to get a full view of her without her flopply hat- "....Hey Angel.. enjoying the view?" -he ask fully knowing her eyes are still shut- "I suggest watching your step, I got water everwhere you may slip in if your not careful.."
Kyle: (Vex is off with a friend teaching him LoL, and it's fine)
DM: She opens her eyes, glancing briefly at the floor before moving closer to him with the bottle and goblet outstretched. Her head is still dipped, eyes averted as she offers the items to him. "It's a few years old... never been much of a drinker, so I don't exactly know what 30 years maturing means, or whatever."
Kyle: reaches out coming just shy of the bottle forcing him to take a bit of step to fully reach out and grab the bottle. He turn it looking at it, then back to her- "Ya that makes two of us.. But I can't pass up a chance ether.. Your rather shy, what's wrong?"
Kyle: (Guess you get last post)
DM: The girl just grins. "My mother would kill me if she knew I were in here, is all... not gonna look at you, that way I can say I never saw you if she DOES find out. I can say it with truth and conviction!" She laughs softly, then shakes her head. "Also... that wine's from her personal stash." She turns her back and sits down on the floor, careful not to sit in any puddles. She gently smooths her dress over her knees. "So, Kyle... what was it? I never really caught that last part... Duke of...?"
DM: (Yup! Goodnight guys! I had fun. )
Kyle: (Duke of Jackals cause he talks and laughs so much during fights and everything!)
Kyle: (I hope we get to kill something next time also)
DM: (Yeah, I'm aiming for that! 'Night!)
Kyle: (Vex I'll be in FoG if you want to chat!)
Kyle: night

Session 4

(19th October 2012 & 20th October 2012)

Kyle joined the chat 22 seconds ago
Kyle: yo
Kate: Yo
Kyle: You want to post the last two things?
Kate
Kyle: eye's would snap open as he turns in the tub hanging over the side with his arms cross and head resting on them. He doesn't say anything for a good while taking the free time to get a full view of her without her flopply hat- "....Hey Angel.. enjoying the view?" -he ask fully knowing her eyes are still shut- "I suggest watching your step, I got water everwhere you may slip in if your not careful.."
Kyle: (Vex is off with a friend teaching him LoL, and it's fine)
DM: She opens her eyes, glancing briefly at the floor before moving closer to him with the bottle and goblet outstretched. Her head is still dipped, eyes averted as she offers the items to him. "It's a few years old... never been much of a drinker, so I don't exactly know what 30 years maturing means, or whatever."
Kyle: reaches out coming just shy of the bottle forcing him to take a bit of step to fully reach out and grab the bottle. He turn it looking at it, then back to her- "Ya that makes two of us.. But I can't pass up a chance ether.. Your rather shy, what's wrong?"
Kyle: (Guess you get last post)
DM: The girl just grins. "My mother would kill me if she knew I were in here, is all... not gonna look at you, that way I can say I never saw you if she DOES find out. I can say it with truth and conviction!" She laughs softly, then shakes her head. "Also... that wine's from her personal stash." She turns her back and sits down on the floor, careful not to sit in any puddles. She gently smooths her dress over her knees. "So, Kyle... what was it? I never really caught that last part... Duke of...?"
Kyle: ((Ahh, what a awkward and nervous spot to leave at.))
Kate: ((Yes, hehe))
Kate changed name to DM
DM: bbs
Kyle: He would struggle for a grip with his hands still being wet and slippery, but h ecouldn't look weak now. Taking a glance at her back he would pull up the bottle biting the cork and pulling with both hands till the cork popped out. carefully he would pure a large glass filling it to the rim after taking a small sip to taste the aged wine.- "Ahh, so your mom's little girl sneaking out.. That's brave of ya, your fine to run off your of age.' -he said taking another big gulp this time coughing a bit- "For 30 years I can't help but think this bottle must cost a pretty coin, your mom most be head cook or something, or one of the big wigs. Any reason you went through all this trouble for me?" -Kyle said with a grin, carefully putting the goblet down
DM: (I'M BACK!)
Kyle joined the chat
Kyle: (I got to grab a energy drink this headsche is refusing to go away)
Kyle: (ache*)
DM: The girl, with her back to Kyle, softly chuckles. "You could say that about her, I suppose... at least one of the more wealthy of the lot until this 'prank.' And the reason I would go through this for you?" She is silent a moment, then snorts in a very unladylike manner. "'Cause I could, I guess. A 30 year old bottle and an empty bottle look no different when that empty bottle is filled with water... probably won't be found out for another twenty years, heh."
DM: (Egh, headaches...)
Siara joined the chat 9 seconds ago
Raiden joined the chat 5 seconds ago
Raiden:
Kyle: Swaying in the water for a few moment as she talk Kyle questions her reason for only a second, he knew why she was here.- "Cause you could.. Alright, I'll leave it at that." -after that he took only one more sip before sliding the glass a ways from the bath as he rested his head again on his crossed arms.- "And it's Kyle, Duke of the Jackals.. I was famous back home in my little town, there wasn't a animal I couldn't bag.. So Angel anychance of you giving me and Siara a few more details about the big bad wizard?"
DM: (( http://www.footstepsofghosts.com/t4551-e... - Siara, Hyna's saying bu-bye to you)
Raiden waves to Hyna. "Hope that all goes well for you. Can't be any worse than having to deal with Kyle and Rooke all the time."
Raiden:
Raiden:
Kyle: (First time.. xD)
Siara waves to Hyna. "Hope that all goes well for you. Can't be any worse than having to deal with Kyle and Rooke all the time."
Siara:
DM: 'Angel' gives a small shrug. She is quiet for a moment, then starts to stand up. "I can," she states. "But I would tell you after your bath. I might as well let you enjoy this - from here out, I don't think there will be genuine warm baths." She turns her head slightly - you catch the hint of a wide grin before she starts moving towards the door. "Plus, it will be easier to tell you both at the same time rather than one, then the other."
Kyle head then slowly sinks into the water to his eyes as he blows bubbles underwater watching her leave.
DM
Hyna smiles and rolls her eyes before speaking in Elvish again. "Mm... Hopefully you'll sort this mess out so we can all go home. And keep the key to Windwater Hall... I questioned her Ladyship and even was allowed to speak to her property manager, but there is no mention of the Hall. I believe you will have better luck than I."
She glances up as 'Angel' leaves the bathroom without a bottle or goblet, smirks, and waits until the girl has left the hallway and wandered down the stairs before she speaks again. "Annnnd, I hope that when we meet again, you may have found some better company." She offers Siara a sly wink before taking his hand and gently brushing his knuckles against her lips in a farewell. She then turns and curtly wanders off.
DM: (Creeper Kyle...)
Siara:
DM: (That's the way Hyna rolls.)
DM: (Aye! And none of < this stuff!)
Kyle: (Maybe I'm just being in character or dumb but.. I missed that)
Siara: (Forgot, sorry)
Siara: (PFFT)
Siara: (She's hoping Siara finds something where he doesn't have to deal with Kyle anymore xD)
Kyle: (But why would she do that? She's wildly in love with him.)
DM: (Who what when!?)
Siara nods, then turns to head back to his room, giving Kyle some privacy. "Would you have Raiden come get me when you're finished there?"
DM: (Ohhh, wait!)
DM: (Kyle is in the bathroom. Hyna and Siara were chatting half-in-half-out of Kyle's room)
Siara: (Isn't the bathroom nearby?)
DM: (Yup, but door would be closed)
DM: https://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff46... ((See where the 'Rooms' are next to 'other hallway'? Bathroom is at the end there, unmarked on the map))
Kyle: After bathing till the water became cold and saving the majority of the wine bottle for later on the road, Kyle dried himself off and took some time trimming his hair out of his eyes. He couldn't afford to miss a shot, and looking handsome was never a bad thing.
Siara: (Then pretend he called it out so that Kyle heard him xD)
DM: (Okay, lol! XD)
Kyle: (Siara listen check!)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
DM: (DC can be... 11)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Kyle: (Siara you hear some oddly incorrect whistling coming from the bathroom, and maybe something antisemitic )
Kyle: (I just wanted to DM for a sec, that is all!)
DM: (One taste of power... greedy greedy. ))
Kyle: (This all you Siara till I come back from my round.)
Siara stops in his tracks for a moment, hearing something odd. Turning around, he looks for the source of the sound. "What in the world...?" Following it back, he passes the bathroom, hearing it as the source. He sighs, shakes his head, and then turns around once more.
Kyle: (Kyle hate Jews xD Hahah.. ROUND)
DM: (... *grabs Kitt and shakes him violently* Do not start off like Keith!)
DM: (Reflex check for the sake of it!)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Siara: (Pretty sure Siara gets hit with whatever's coming>
Siara: )
DM: Raiden is undisturbed, having seen what was coming for a long while. Siara, however, as he turns, has a moment of startlement to find Rooke standing there.
DM: He's standing about two meters from you, dressed and geared as he was earlier, but looking a bit more clean-shaven. His hair has been brushed back and put into it's ponytail a little more neatly.
DM: (2 meters = almost seven feet)
Siara gasps and takes a step back on seeing Rooke suddenly behind him. "...don't ever sneak up on me like that again."
Siara: (I just realized that Raiden has a feat that grants +2 to awareness and spot checks, and +2 to Siara if he's standing right next to him)
DM: Rooke smirks for a minute, then shakes his head. "Ah, didn't mean to sneak up on you. You must have been too busy eavesdropping on whomever is in there." He grins, motioning to the bathroom door. "Who is it? The girl that led us here? Or Hyna?"
DM: (hah, handy!)
Siara slowly looks away, not really wanting to say who it actually was. "...Kyle."
DM
Rooke looks at Siara a moment, then raises an eyebrow. He remains like that for a moment, then grins and shakes his head. "I would never have guessed," he says with the grin turning into a smirk. "Personally, if I were an elf, I'd go for someone closer to my own age, but, ehh... I like my ladies, so I don't think I'd go eavesdropping on the boy anyhow." He winks at Siara, then crouches down next to Raiden and gives him a rub behind the ears.
"Anyways, reason I came up here was to dispell any rumors Hyna gave you of me leaving this little group. I think you need an extra sword from what I've heard, and if I stay here, ehh... no offense, but I've never done well in large groups of elves."
Siara: (Christ, you're good.)
DM: (Good?)
Siara: (That was an incredible response xD)
DM: (haha! Thanks! XD)
Siara shrugs. "He's a smartass, he's strong, and he's handsome. So sue me for knowing what I like. By elven age, I'm only a few years older than him. Regardless, I know I can't have him, so I'm content to watch from afar. Or listen, as the case may be." He scratches at the back of his head. "I have no issue with you remaining with us. Something felt really odd about that girl, and I'm not sure sticking around her would be conducive to our safety."
Siara: (He'd be about 25 according to humes)
DM: Rooke gives an easy shrug. He does appear to grimace slightly at the idea of trying to find Kyle attractive, but he brushes over it without trouble - he likes Kyle, but more in the 'funny little brother' sort of way. "The girl, heh... I think she's fine. You did seem to be unsettled when she touched your hand, though. The hat looks pretty stupid, but I saw her when I was on my way up here, and heh... she's a tiefling. I've heard of them before - some smell like brimstone, others have tails and cloven hooves, but all I saw were the horns. She's probably fine... friendly enough. Lovely smile."
DM: (Hyna would be 24 - Rooke doesn't understand elven culture or ages, or even why they'd want to mix races. )
Siara: (How about we NOT get into crossbreeding at this point, mmkay?)
DM: (You have no idea how much crossbreeding is in this game...)
Siara: (Exactly why I said let's not get into it -at this point-)
DM: (Heh heh, okay!)
Kyle: After a long time grooming himself Kyle would return to his room still wearing his leather slack pants, and towel covering his head as he rubbed it violently trying to dry himself faster. Walking out to his room by passing Siara and Rooke as they weren't even there he would fall backward on the bed with a huge grin, in his right hand could be seen the other half of the wine bottle- "Damn.. This place has the best perks.. But I can't help but want to get back out there, now I smell too good I think. They'll be thinking I'm soft.. Hmm." -Kyle would say out loud- "Oh hey guys, what ya'll doin here? Talkin about the Angels?"
Siara frowns. "No, there's something... else. She she touched me, I felt power - lots of it, dark power. Like there was something else watching me. Tieflings don't feel like that. Not normals ones, anyways. I would steer clear of her for now."
Kyle post CRUSHES Siara post^^^^^
Kyle: (Sorry being random.)
DM: (Heh heh heh)
DM: Rooke glances up as Kyle passes, then grins. "Yes, I suppose something like that... maybe the complete opposite, but, well... never mind." He glances back to Siara. "Well, you'd better jump out a window soon, because I believe she was going to return... I asked her where she was going when I passed her in the hall downstairs. She said to get a book, then she would return."
Siara: (w)
Siara looks behind him at Kyle, his eyes slightly narrowed as he looks over Kyle once, his voice barely audible. "...you look nice." He shakes his head rapidly, then waves a hand dismissively at Rooke before speaking to Kyle. "That girl, the Queen's daughter. Did something feel odd when you touched her?"
DM: (Need a ultra-stupid Kyle moment here, Kyle!)
DM: (mind, I don't think he touched her... *checks*)
Siara: (I thought there was a moment when he got it too. I know Rai did, if only for a moment)
DM: (Rai probably got the most of it! XD She spent an extended time patting him)
DM: (Oh yup... he helped her up from when she was patting Rai on the floor)
Siara: (Kitt's net went weird, he's trying to fix it now)
DM: (ok)
DM: (*hums*)
DM: (How's he doing?)
Siara: (No report yet)
DM: (ok)
Kyle joined the chat 93 seconds ago
Siara: (o__o)
Siara: (You're alive)
Kate joined the chat
Kate: (... *pokes finger at Kyle* Uhm...?)
Kyle joined the chat 6 seconds ago
Siara: (Aha, it's still iffy)
Kate: (How be you doing this without net?)
Kate changed name to DM
Siara: (It might just be problematic due to storms)
DM: [Then everything died and all was still!]


Siara joined the chat 5 seconds ago
DM: .
Kyle joined the chat 8 seconds ago
DM: (You!)
Siara: (Your turn to post)
Kyle: The young man sat there clearing all the water from his ears half listening to the rest of the group till Siara directly started to speak to him. His mind and body jumped at the motion of him claiming he touched the young girl, holding his hands up and shaking his head as he spoke- " Woah woah.. I didn't touch her, she came onto me.. Ya got no proof of me touchin the Queen's daughter." -he pause still holding for something to tick- "Wait.. Angel's a Princess?! Hot damn, the God's must be shiny on me, heh she wanted to see me bath. This just got better.."
Siara sighs and reaches over to lightly
DM: (Kyle, always perverting the truth, heh heh!)
Siara: (Oookay, random enter key)
Kyle: (xD It seem like a funny thing to say)
DM: (You guys mind if I invite Shea to sit in on this?)
Kyle: (I like Shea, that'ld be cool)
DM: (Siara?)
Siara: (Go for it)
DM: (What's Siara doing?)
Siara sighs and reaches over to lightly flick Kyle's forehead. "Okay, I know you have the hots for her, but I need you to use your brain instead of your dick for a moment. Now listen to what I'm saying and think - did you or did you not feel something strange when she touched you?"
Siara: (I was finishing my post)
DM: (haha, ok XD)
DM: Rooke is just grinning stupidly, enjoying the banter and Kyle's claims of innocence. Though, he doesn't seem to have any doubts as to the young lady liking him back. He, himself, didn't seem to pick up on the relation of the girl to the queen, so his grin gets all the more wider.
Kyle: A small whine would escape from under Kyle breath- "Oww.." -as he rubbed the spot tenderly- "Nope.. nothing, just smell sun flower seeds... Why your elf sense's tinging?"-he said moving to fully button his shirt and done his chain vest, and stuffing everything else in his pack; making sure to take time to wrap the wine bottle beforehand
Kyle: (smelt* )
Siara: (w)
Shea joined the chat
DM: (Yo, Shea!)
Kyle: (Now I'm nervous Shea is here >,<
Kyle: ( >,< )
Siara "You could say that." He looks down. "When she touched me, it felt like something else was watching me, something dark and powerful. Not quite malice, but... not friendly either. I suggest we stay away from her for a while."
Shea: (Wazzup! Don't be nervous, I'm just hangin'.)
Siara: (Stalker mode activated)
DM: (Just for the sake of knowledge, Kyle is a human around 17, Siara is an elf around... 140? Rooke is human, around 27-32, and 'Angel' is a creature called a tiefling around the same age as Kyle.)
DM: (Lemme know when you guys are okay for me to cue the next stage. )
Siara: (Siara = 186)
Kyle: (CUE!)
Shea: (I'm just not sure who is who, is all)
DM: (I was off only by... 46 years! Siara = BinaryMelody, Kyle = Ikitt, DM = Kate. I play all the NPCs)
Siara: (Yeah, he looks like he's 25 or so, but he's 186)
Shea: (Oh okay. Thanks for all the info.)
DM: (CUE IT IS!)
Kyle makes a click click noise finishing his packing- "Got it.. I'll watch every move she makes, don't you worry Knifey.."
DM: Just as Siara finishes saying they should maybe avoid 'Angel,' footsteps on marble can be heard and Angel wanders into the room, her head in a book. "So, you guys wanted more info on where you're going and who you're looking for huh?" Without fear or adherence to protocol, she hops up to sit on the edge of Kyle's bed and drops the open book into her lap.
Kyle: (I just wanted to say something! That is all)
Siara shivers as he hears the girl approaching, giving her a wide berth. "It would be appreciated if we knew more, yes."
DM: (I simply love how creeped out Siara is over 'Angel'... XD)
Siara: (You do realize that by telling me to lead, you're essentially giving me permission to exploit "Chaotic" as much as I want, right?)
Kyle: blinks at the book, taking his time to reach over and grab a single page and flip it back and forth before looking up to Angel- "Ehh, this doesn't look like much of book.. You sure you don't got anything with prettier pictures?" -he says passing a grin to Siara
DM: (If Britta was leading the other party, bad stuff would happen. Keen to see how it would happen from an elf's point-of-view. )
Siara simply rolls his eyes, suppressing his desire to throw a dagger at Kyle for his non-stop flirting. "Putting the pictures aside for now... You said you had information for us?"
DM
Angel grins for a moment at Kyle, then turns her attention back to the book. "This is just a notebook. I wrote up all the stuff I could think of when I realized what had happened here. There are... two possible leads, but one hasn't been seen or heard from since like, forever. His name isn't written down anywhere and I can't remember it off the top of my head, but he was a powerful wizard that used to be my grandfather's advisor here. He left after my grandfather's death, but there are records he could still be around."
She taps a point in the book. "The guy we think actually did all this might be a newer wizard or sorcerer - nobody's sure what exactly he dabbles in, but he's helped out the kingdom with a few minor problems and such. He's never been an overly sociable person, keeping to himself, but I have met him once or twice. His name is Malakhi, charming sort, eyes than tend to see a lot more than the usual."
DM: "I'm not really sure what type of... race he comes from. Nobody knows where he came from - one day he wasn't here, the next, he was here. He never spoke of his past to anyone, so there are no written records of it... he came here about eight years ago, I think, to Elmrock Keep. He lived outside the city for a year or two before leaving to live somewhere else. There are no records of that either, since we're just so terrible at that sort of thing... heh. Uhm, yup. Usually there's this other guy that gives briefings and such, but he kind of disappeared, so I'm not very good at this..."
DM: (fin)
Kyle: (Round sry)
DM: ('tis ok)
Siara crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe. "A wizard... It's clear that it was a magical effect, but I've never heard of a memory-altering spell... If it was the newer wizard, he might have been trying something dangerous and it backfired, spreading negative effects to those who could sense magic... But that wouldn't explain why those two-" He points to 'those two'. "-were affected as well."
DM
Angel spreads her hands in a small shrug, then attempts to clumsily catch the book before it would fall off her lap. She catches it with her knees and puts it back in its previous position.
"I think it just affected everyone here... we're yet to hear news from the other kingdoms, so they were possibly affected too - maybe why you guys were affected since you're not from around here. But what you're saying is quite possible. Malakhi was known to dabble in several different areas of magic. There's one report from the city jail that says he was trying something out with necromancy and it got out of control, but I'm not sure how accurate the statement was."
Rooke raises two fingers together to catch her attention before she can go on. "You said there are records that the other wizard could still be around. How so?"
"Uhm, there was a signing for a property that I found after a quick rummage, but I didn't pay too much attention to it. I really don't think it was him that did all this."
"What if the wizard actually meant for the memory wipe to happen? Whichever wizard it was. Is there any way to figure out how it would benefit him?" Rooke questions.
Angel just shrugs again, keeping ahold of the book this time. "I... really can't think of anything. He wasn't in conflict with any of us, as far as I know. There is no overall 'bad opinion' of him, but... if he did something bad, maybe, then tried to cover it up with this...? I don't know."
Siara shrugs. "Both are entirely possible. I would think that a wizard with such a high position would know to use his power better, but you never know these days. I'm thinking the newer wizard is the one we should try to track down first, simply because we're not experienced enough to take on a high-power wizard like the adviser. Maybe we'll get lucky and pick up some clues along the way."
DM: (Kyle? Caught up?)
Kyle: Kyle would look up at the ceiling while rubbing his chin listening to all the different angles and talk of wizards. None of which he found amusing, so much so he didn't even feel like making a joke on the matter.- "Well ether way, one or the other we don't got any leads on where to go to find ether. Do you know of any hideouts or other towns he may be at? Cause once we once we find a direction we should make haste, every second that passes he could be getting farther away with my coin purse.." -he says menacingly waving a fist in the air- "Also we may want to hit the armory up, and get some more stale bread.. "
Shea: (gun hit up the armory, boiiii)
DM: (brb!)
Siara glances at Kyle. "Hit the armory? With what? As you said yourself, we have no money."
Kyle points at Angel- "Ehh.. ello? We got her.. And if they are missin guards I'm sure they got bulk of stuff they ain't using."
DM: "The guards are wearing all their stuff, or other people are..." Angel says with a weak grin. "I'm sure there's something you'd be able to use, but uh..." She glances at everyone's belts for weaponry, then shrugs. "There's nothing too special... but uh, the blacksmith might be able to-..." A light sparks up in her eyes and she clicks her fingers. "He lived next to the blacksmith outside of town. Maybe he has some idea of where Malakhi is now."
DM: (quick brb)
DM: (back)
Siara looks over to the girl. "Well, it's a start. Maybe we could find something useful there."
Siara: (Here, this is a sound bite from a show I watch with my mom. The way the woman talks is really close to how I would imagine Siara talking, similar voice pattern and attitude. http://soundcloud.com/kabegami-okami/reg... )
Kyle stands up quickly with a smug impression and crossing his arms- "See.. Now we have a lead, told ya I'ld figure it out. So pack your fluffy shoes, and hair ties Diara we got a investigation to do!" -he said moving a step to the door way, ready to leave- "Ya'll are ready right?"
DM
Angel blinks a moment, surprised that he'd want to leave right away, but grins. "I'll go grab my things! Meet you down in the foyer!" Without further ado, she rushes from the room with her notebook.
Rooke blinks for a moment, then grins as he glances at Siara. "So, run now while she's gone, or let her come with us? She seemed very keen... we may have to run very fast!"
Kyle: (we can time skip to the blacksmith?)
DM: (Yup. Was gonna have you guys level up now, if you want!)
Siara sighs again, shaking his head slowly. "You know I don't want that girl anywhere near us while we travel, but it's clear that I'm not going to change Kyle's mind, and there's nothing I can to to stop her, short of tying her up with Entangle at the city gates when we leave. If she wants to join us, let her."
DM: ((brb!))
Kyle: (My Vex you make this is so easy xD)
Shea: (i can see one of them pimpslapping angel in the future tbqh)
Siara: (It'll be Kyle. Siara doesn't want to touch her.)
Kyle: (I pimpslap all the fools)
DM: (back!)
Kyle: (Level?!
Kyle: link me my CS please)
DM: (Level 1 -> Level 2)
Siara: (Did any of you actually listen to that sound bite? xD)
DM: ( http://www.protonfish.com/dcalc/?n=Kyle%... )
Kyle: (I did seem random)
DM: (No, sorry. Could you PM it to me on FoG? I'll have to listen to it later)
DM: (Angel getting pimpslapped!? My, for what reason? It couldn't be her incredibly sunny disposition, could it!?)
Shea: (oh no, never.. *dramatic eye roll*)
Siara: (Well yeah, you don't know the whole story that leads up to that conversation. If you watched the show, it would make sense. I just wanted to give you an idea of how Siara would sound when he talks, with that edge in his voice.)
Kyle: (http://www.protonfish.com/dcalc/?n=Kyle%...
Shea: ( i heard it. i like the way she talked, but it's a little bit hard trying to think of it as a guy's way of talking)
Kyle: (^^^^^^^^^^^)
DM: (Good good, Kyle.)
Siara: (Well elves are androgynous as hell, so yeah xD)
Kyle: (It auto gave me 6 on my HP roll)
Siara: (And he has a bit more... femininity? Just a bit.)
Siara: ( www.protonfish.com/dcalc/?n=Siara&r=Elf&c=Druid&g=M&l=2&d=Hextor&a1=Chaotic&a2=Neutral&s0v=14&s0s=Str&s1v=12&s1s=Cha&s2v=12&s2s=Int&s3v=14&s3s=Dex&s4v=12&s4s=Con&s5v=14&s5s=Wis&a=Leather&sh=&w1=Scimitar&w2=Scimitar&w3=Dagger&bl1=Draconic&k=Listen:4,Balance:2,Concentration:4,Move Silently:2,Ride:4&kl=&f1=Two-Weapon Fighting&f1a=&f2=&f2a=&h=59&w=103&ag=141&hr=White&ey=Gold )
DM: (Yup, it does auto everything, which is nice... doesn't quite leave stuff to luck though, the only downfall)
Siara: (Bad link is bad)
Siara: http://www.protonfish.com/dcalc/?n=Siara... Silently:2,Ride:4&kl=&f1=Two-Weapon Fighting&f1a=&f2=&f2a=&h=59&w=103&ag=141&hr=White&ey=Gold
Shea: ( good point!)
DM: (Put spaces on each side of parentheses)
Siara: (I did, it didn't have the http bit, which is what makes it a clickable link)
DM: (That link has you with 13 skill points remaining)
Siara: (GRRR )
DM: (link on the other chat, maybe?)
Siara: ( http://www.protonfish.com/dcalc/?n=Siara... )
DM: (both good! All right... fast forward to... THE BLACKSMITH!)
Shea: (time travel, ho!)
Shea: (that totally looked like i called you a ho.)
Shea: ( i didn't.)
Shea: (...)
DM: (I AM SO UTTERLY OFFENDED RIGHT NOW, I JUST CAN'T TALK! ... I know you didn't! ! (w))
Kyle: (sry uploading some pictures of home)
Shea: (<3)
Kyle: (https://sphotos-b.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-p... )
Kyle: (https://sphotos-b.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-p... )
Siara: (Yeah, my home looks the same all year, except what few leaves we do have make a mess on the flagstone.)
Siara: (what few trees* mess from their leaves*
Shea: (pretty trees.)
Kyle: Ya, that was the small tree I couldn't get the big one in the picture )
DM
As promised, Angel met Siara, Kyle, and Rooke down in the foyer within record time. She wore the same dress as before but with a slim-fitting leather breastplate over the top. Her knee-hi leather boots look worn and well-used, but stable enough to handle long walks and such. Her arms are covered by fingerless leather gloves that end above her elbows. She wears her black cape with a large hood, having abandoned the floppy hat. Now, the hood covers her horns and eyes much like the hat did previously.
Remaining quiet for the most part, she led you out of the city and back along the path that you came up to approach the city along the river. However, she breaks off onto a path that isn't very noticeable from the road and up into the darkening forest. The orange hue of the setting sun filters through the tree leaves, giving a spooky shade over the path as you walk. Rooke grips the hilts of his light mace and handaxe on his belt from time-to-time, obviously unnerved by the silence - there are no birds giving goodnight calls to eachother, no insects loudly chirping, nothing. Only the slight rattle of the wind through the dry leaves beneath your feet.
Before long, through the trees, you can see a hut. It's similar to the dwarf's hut that Siara first awoke in, but appears to have another room adjoining it and a shelter above an open forge. It's embers glow in the fading light and you can see the silhouette of a pacing man as you approach. Before long, his face is lit up by the forge's lit, revealing him to be another half-elf. He doesn't seem to notice the party approaching him, his hands touching his hair and his face as he paces worriedly. He's fairly handsome, maybe early thirties, has short blonde hair and a tanned face. For a half-elf, he's on the muscular side. He is dressed in a blacksmith's apron and simple clothes.
DM: (You get proper autumns... we only get a few trees that go awesome.)
Kyle: (That is a nice post and all, but ROUND and ya, I have trees like that EVERYWHERE around my house. It's very hidden.)
DM: (If it weren't so windy, I'd love to live under trees...)
DM: (So! Shea, so far you haven't actually seen any D&Ding... this is the roleplaying inbetween.)
Shea: (we have a massive black tree out the right of my house. im not sure what it is exactly, but the trunk is just that. black. its sorta weird.)
Shea: (that's fine - it probably wouldn't have been as interesting as this anyway
DM: (Lotsa numbers... but they're coming up soon! )
Siara: (Bleh, internet fail)
DM: (Ehh, stoopid 'net!)
Siara looks around the hut, not seeing anything that immediately caught his attention. He did see the way the half-elf was pacing back and forth. "Is something wrong?"
DM: The half-elf jumps, then places his fingertips together as he eyes the group for a moment. He swallows, his adam's apple bobbing. "Yes... this strange... memory lapse that everyone is suffering from seems to have left me quite... uh... in a difficult spot." He rubs a hand over his brow. "But I... I shouldn't bother you with my problems. Can I help you group of travellers? Arms, armor, or something completely different?"
Siara nods. "Yes, I think you can. Those two-" He indicates to 'those two' again. "Are looking for some new weapons or armor, I think. I'm fine with the weapons I have, but I would like a pair of gloves, if you have some."
DM: Rooke waves his hand as if to ignore the offer. The half-elf nods and reaches a hand up to scratch behind his head. "I uhm... how are you lot going to pay me?" he asks. "I still have to somehow make a living while this thing is being sorted out."
Siara glances back at Kyle as if to say "I told you so."
Kyle: Kyle would step up from the rear guard making sure no one would sneak up on them, after swaying through his group he would only give Siara a sigh before holding both his hands out- "About we pay ya with hard work? I know a troubled man with demons he can't bear when I see one. Let us scratch your back and you scratch ours.. Sounds fair eh? So what needs doing, lumber chopped, ore melted, or maybe something darker?" - he said with a all knowing tone
DM: The half-elf hesitates, then rubs behind his neck again. "I... do have a job that needs doing, and I could pay you well for it if you succeed... I found a note at my door this morning from a client. I know him well and do regular jobs for him - if I fall behind schedule, he sends over two of his goons to rough me up. He pays well, so I never really got too worried about it, but... but his latest job he gave me, he gave me two bars of gold to complete an item for him, apparently, and now I don't them! They disappeared along with all my coin, it would seem!"
Shea: ( i wonder if someone stole them..)
Shea: (what a twist!~)
DM: "I would ask you to enter into an old gold mine... it's abandoned now, but it may still have enough ore left to make at least one bar... the other was only in the case that maybe I slipped up - it's a delicate item - but I should be able to do it with only one bar if I'm careful. Anything I won't need to use, you can keep and I can find you whatever items you would like yourselves. I would be much obliged..."
DM: (Nobody has gold - everyone woke up with no memory of the past little while and with all their money gone. )
Kyle: (Siara your turn! )
Siara shrugs, then holds up a single finger. "Sounds reasonable enough, as long as you tell us exactly what's in that mine. Any monsters that have taken up residence?"
Shea: (uhh, right.)
DM: "I'm not too sure, actually," the half-elf blacksmith would say, still looking nervous as he starts to wring his hands. "I've heard wolves howling in the area, so they could have taken up residence in there, but... yeah, I'm really not sure. I haven't been in there since they stopped production two years ago. Anything could be in there - that's why I'm not going in there myself. I only make weapons, I can't use them too well..."
Kyle: Kyle looks over to Siara and turns completely around looking everyone in the eyes- "So, sounds easy as cake, and shouldn't take much time.. Then we can get what we came for, some coin, and maybe a solid lead.." -he snaps back around clapping his hands together- "Alright, deal! Now do you have a pick I could borrow and maybe point my knifed ear friend here in the right direction. Shouldn't take long.. "
Siara nods. "Well, that seems fair enough, that things would take up residence if it's abandoned. Which way is it?"
DM: "Uh," the blacksmith looks about the forge, then crouches down beside the stone forge, reaching down to pick up a nice pick. It looks old, but sturdy. It was on the floor with a few other tools. "Here," he says, handing the pick over to Kyle. "And the mine is just... south-east. There's still a path leading from here to there, none others leading off... it goes underground, so you'll need a light."
Shea: (I'll check back later, see if you guys are still going. Gotta eat and shower.)
DM: (okay!)
Shea left the chat
Siara waves a paw dismissively. "Light won't be much of an issue as long as I'm here. Maybe I can break this bad habit of mine while we're there..." He looks over his shoulder. "Shall we?"
Siara: (...a paw. I'm talking to my furry friends too much.)
Kyle is already ready with his longbow out in one hand the other out streched to help Angel down a rough path of path as he looks back to Siara- "We shall, I'm going to take rear guard again, ya know so I can keep a look out for anything. Just lead the way, and watch out for Rooke and Angel..." (and yes you are)
DM: "Ready when you guys are!" 'Angel' says cheerfully. She's obviously excited about getting to travel with a group. (Haha! I thought maybe that was the case... And since I forgot to mention this earlier...) She has a small fiddle strapped to her back over her cape. She takes Kyle's hand when he offers to help her and just grins. The feeling washes up your hand and through your arm, Kyle, almost seeping into your bones.
Siara grins to himself. "Watch out for them? Hmph..." He pulls out his swords, holding the left one in reverse, then casts an almost sadistic grin back at him. "...they should watch out for me." He notices that the girl is holding Kyle's hand and he frowns, thinking to himself. "He must be dense as quicksilver if he really doesn't feel that..."
Kyle: (You don't know me! I'm got no magic in my blood, maybe Kyle is Null and without spark so can't be touched by magic!)
Siara: (Even irl though, people can sometimes tell when someone is looking at them, or when they're being followed.)
DM
Rooke claps Siara on the shoulder in a friendly manner as he often does to Kyle, then takes the lead, drawing his greatsword for just-in-case as he starts off down the path. It is much the same as the path before leading to the hut, but it goes steadily downhill and soon veers into a cleft between two sloping hills. The path gets tighter as you move until you figure only a handcart could be pulled through, not a wagon. The path is overgrown with weeds, but it is still noticeable from the rest of the foliage due to the white gravel.
Rooke starts pulling back as the cleft-in-the-hill's sides start to get higher. He obviously doesn't like tighter, boxed-in settings and soon starts giving nonverbal cues that he'd like someone else to take the lead.
Siara: (And obviously no one has magic in their blood irl.)
DM: (So Kyle would have to be 'just stupid'... or likes creepy feelings.)
Kyle: (Or doesn't claim people are crazy and feels no need to tell the truth)
DM: (I bet he just likes creepy feelings!)
Siara: (Oh boy, woodland growth, now I get to watch everyone squirm as they try to follow me because it doesn't slow me down xD)
DM: (Remind me what that does? I read it once but can't remember now...)
Siara: (Just makes it so druids aren't hurt or slowed by natural vegetation like vines, thorns, bushes, etc.)
Kyle: (Awareness!)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Kyle: (16)
Siara: (o.O)
Siara: (Random...)
DM: Kyle, you see lots of animal poo scattered about the path. Raiden would be able to easily recognize them as wolf poo, being a dog and all.
Kyle: (I FOUND POO! Round)
DM: (KYLE FOUND POO! Ok)
Siara: (WHAT THE HECK! What the heck.)

Siara: (Is it dark now, or still some light?)
DM: (Still some light - faint orange from the sunset. It's getting really shadowy though.)
Siara taps Rooke's arm with the side of his blade, indicating for him to move aside. He steps forward, Raiden at his side, and looks around at the cleft. "Hmm... Not a lot here. Should be okay for a little while. Keep an ear out for me, yeah?" He nods down to Raiden, then starts walking deeper into the cleft.
DM: The cleft always has enough room for a handcart to get through, and the further you go, the higher the sides get. Eventually, the sunset is only a faint glow on the bark of the trees above you on the sides of the cleft. A musky smell starts rising and you turn a bend in the cleft before finding yourself at a wider point in the path. Before you is a wooden door built into the side of a stone wall - above the stone wall are trees growing from the cracks between the stones.
Siara: (Okay, are the sides getting higher or are they staying the same height and we're just going down?)
DM: (Both. You're basically going down under a hill and will further to go downhill once you enter through the door.)
Siara: (Fair enough, just trying to keep a sense of where we are)
Kyle: (Ok got some energy foods, should help me perk up)
DM: (*eats sorbet!*)
Siara: (Anything magic about the door?)
DM: (Nup, just a door. You don't think there's even a lock on it - in fact, it's pretty rickety, like it'd easily be nudged aside)
Kyle: After a while of treading downhill he stops to walk backwards for a few steps taking in the land as the sun looses it's grip on the day and let the night soon take over. Kyle lazily props up on the side of a tree letting everyone get a few steps ahead of him as he silently pulls a arrow free from his quiver and notch it lightly and curl his index finger to hold it in place- "I can't but get a creepy feeling from this place, why is it always night time when I'm in the woods?" -he said glancing back to the group- "So? Find anything? We're loosing daylight here."
Siara holds his arm out to the side, signalling everyone to stop. "The air stagnates here... I believe we found our mine, or something close to it." He steps closer to the door and holds out his hand, feeling around for any magic traps. Sensing nothing, he tightens his grip on his swords and turns to the side, then takes a sharp step to his right, driving his shoulder into the door sharply, practically blasting it off the frame, then straightens back up, brushing the dust off his shoulder. "Creepy or not, this seems like the place."
DM: (Reflex check guys!)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Siara: (ffs, this roller)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Kyle: (16)
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 5
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Siara: (Raiden gets 16, not even gonna bother with my mods)
DM: (Siara and 'Angel'...)
Kyle: (15 my bad)
Siara: (Joyyyyy)
DM: As Siara whacks the door aside, bats flutter up into his face, driving him back but not doing him any damage. One continues to flutter confusedly in his face while the other two dive out into the air, both driving into Angel's face. She screams shrilly, waving her hands about and trying to push them away.
Kyle: (ffs stands for what again?)
Siara: (For fuck's sake -.-)
Kyle: (at lvl 2 I got 4 feats already xD)
DM: (Lucky lucky!)
Kyle: (Well I got no magic, or cool tricks just feats.. )
DM: (i really should pull my CSs up...)
Kyle: (I would say Kyle does something but I'm in the back laughing too hard if I had to guess)
DM: (I'll wait for Siara's reaction then. )
Siara:
Siara 's eyes widen as several bats come screeching out of the darkness and jumps back in surprise, growling to himself as one remains in his face. "Little pest..." He quickly stabs one blade upwards in front of him, skewering the little creature. Swinging the blade down to his right, he throws the creature off his blade and onto the rock beside him with a soft -shlick-. "Hate bats, such annoying creatures. Kyle, help your girlfriend..."
DM: Rooke reaches over and swats one bat away from Angel's face, the other following it's companion with a few soft shrieks. "Don't scream," he tells her. "If there's anything in there, you'll draw it right to us."
DM: (Poor little bat!)
Siara: (He's not scared of them, they're more just an annoyance to him)
Siara holds the sword low for Raiden to lap the blood from the blade carefully.
Siara: (And there's the chaos)
Kyle: (Act too far out of line and lose your magic Druids have codes )
DM: Angel blinks, watching Siara as the dog laps the blood from the blade. For a moment, she's quiet, then gives him a concerned look before glancing at the others. "Uhm... onwards?" She seems to be visibly uncomfortable after seeing Siara do what he did to the bat.
Siara: (I saw that, he'll be fine. He's made it this far, hasn't he?)
Kyle is dieing of laughter barely containing himself- "Oh come on you wuss just go in the dark scary hole.. I promise there is worst things to be afraid. Let's get on the move.." -he would say taking his time to nudge Angel with a chuckle- "I got ya'll back, let's press on.. Your alright."
Shea joined the chat
DM: (Yo, Shea's in the 'ouse!)
Kyle: (Ahh shit she's back!)
Shea: (^^)
Siara sheaths his right blade and reaches down to pet Raiden for a moment, then lays his hand steadily on Raiden's back. "Illuminate... Brighten... Light." With a flash, the parts of Raiden's fur that are streaked like lightning bolts begin to glow brightly. Standing back up, he redraws his blade, Raiden already padding into the cavern. "Onward indeed." Remaining wary for any other bats, he trudges into the cave after Raiden.
Kyle: (I'm getting sick.. eating too many sweets ug)
DM: The tunnel into the mine opens out before you, the same width as the path for a couple of meters, then it widens out to about ten feet across. No further bats appear and Rooke moves along behind Siara and Raiden, ready to take point if anything moves to harm Siara. Angel quietly walks along behind Rooke, occasionally touching at her face where the bats were fluttering - she doesn't appear to be convinced they aren't there anymore.
DM: (You stop that!)
Siara: (I checked it btw, I only lose my class if I stop revering nature entirely. A bat here and there isn't going to disrupt it.)
Kyle: (Are the walls wet? And what do I hear?)
Siara: (Try a listen check )
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Siara: (13 and 23)
DM
The walls and floor are made of stone and dirt, the path curving downwards and to the right as you walk - you get the idea that it moves down in a spiral. As you move, you can see etchings on the walls in a foreign language. Rooke pats the etchings once and glances at the others. "It's dwarven," he says. "I can't read dwarven, but I've been in a mine before - it's just the levels we're going down." His fingers come away from the etchings dry, so you figure the walls are not wet. The floor must be made predominantly of stone to support the spiral slope.
You can hear the wind whistling from the door above, howling softly along the stone ceiling and a faint echo from below. The wind's howls are not echoed correctly, however, and to Raiden's ears, it would be evident that there are wolves howling along too. (15 to hear the wolves.)
Kyle: "Remember Siara we're looking for gold veins not things for you sacrifice to whatever dark god fuels your fairy dust, so keep a look out.." - he would then move closer throwing his longbow over his shoulder and back, and keeping his hatchet out for the moment.- "Angel you alright, ya know you could have just waited at the keep. No need to go off chasing monsters if ya can't look'em in the eye."
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
DM: (Rooke doesn't hear the wolves.)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Kyle: (I do not ether)
DM: (Neither does Angel)
Shea: (they definitely have the element of surprise, then)
Raiden joined the chat
DM: Angel laughs softly and shakes her head. "I like monsters... bats, I don't like bats. Remind me too much of... well... dire bats. Dire bats are scary, so little bats are just dire bats not grown up enough!" She grins.
Raiden perks his ears up, sensing something not quite right with the sounds in the cave. He lowers himself slightly, creeping forward instead of walking normally.
DM: (*drawls* Ahm gonna needa know all your flat-footed-ness except for Raiden's...)
DM: (ohhh, wait a minute...)
Siara glances down at Raiden and sighs, seeing the tension in his body. "Guess we're not alone in here, are we Rai...?"
DM: (Siara, remember? Raiden gives you a +2 to awareness.)
DM: (You would have made the check.)
DM: (Kyle, flatfootedness?)
Siara: (I forgot that too, thanks for reminding me)
DM: (Just say you picked up on it a little late. )
Kyle: (Flat 15)
Kyle: (14 if from my back ark)
DM: You would all hear a harsh bark before a patter of paws. Suddenly, a wolf throws itself upon Kyle, it's teeth reaching for his shoulder!
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 4
DM: (5)
Kyle: (Random memory I just got. The first person to teach me D&D was this old guy at a game shop.. And I remember his wife was mute, so was nice.)
DM: (A mute? How unusual...)
DM: (Roll for initiative)
Kyle would be caught off guard cursing and flailing about! (12 hp left)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Kyle: (13)
Raiden looks up sharply as he realizes exactly what he's hearing, and draws his blades. "Well well... The blacksmith was right."
Raiden: (Fuck it)
Kyle: (Ya the only mute I have ever met before.)
Raiden rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Kyle: (MUhahahahA!)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Shea: (lul)
DM: (Raiden 16 - Angel 12)
Siara: (How's that calculated?)
DM: (You can find Init up next to your hp total)
Siara: (Oh, okay)
DM: (Wait, why did I put Raiden!? I meant Rooke!)
DM: (Shea, welcome to the... REAL D&D! Watch us make fools of ourselves!)
Siara: (Then Siara's still last xD)
Shea: (Heh
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
DM: (Wolf is last)
DM: (Rooke, Kyle, Raiden, Angel, Siara, Wolf)
DM: Rooke already has his weapon unsheathed. He grabs for the wolf instead of attacking it, hoping to grapple it away from Kyle.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
DM: (10...)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Siara: (Alright Kitt, you know this better than I do. Does Share Spell mean that Rai can cast one of my spells, or just share the effect of one?)
DM: The wolf struggles from Rooke's grasp before he can get a firm hold. It snarls at Kyle again.
Kyle: (Just share, if he stays really close to you. You cast a buff spell he gets it too )
Siara: (Alright then)
Kyle: "Hold on a moment.. I got to axe this puppy a question.." (Melee attack!)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Siara: (Dashing Swordsman to the rescue!)
Kyle: (12 >,> )
DM: (miss!)
Kyle: (Round Time)
DM: (okey)
Raiden: (Alright, grapple check for Rai)
Raiden rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Raiden: (17)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
DM: (miss)
DM: Angel draws her longsword and lunges at the wolf, her blade sweeping up for it's shoulder.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Siara rushed at the wolf, attempting to land on the wolf's back and keep it occupied, but misses, landing beside it.
Siara: (Never mind)
Siara: (That's just getting annoying)
DM rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 1
DM: (... ahaha!!!)
DM: (Siara's turn, then wolf, then restart the cycle. )
Siara: (The terrain is rock and dirt, right?)
DM: (yup)
Siara: (No Entangle for a while then, okay.)
DM: (You'll find some nice dirt soon, don't worry!)
Siara: (I need plants for that though, not just dirt)
DM: (ehh, some of 'em too!)
DM: (Just none here for now)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Siara: (What mods do I add for hitting with scimitars?)
DM: (Take a look at your weapon stats. To hit, you look at the thing that says 'attack'. For damage, it should show a roll next to 'Dam')
Siara: (Alright, 16 and 15 then)
DM: (Hit, hit. Roll for damage twice!)
Siara rolled a die. The die showed: 5
Siara rolled a die. The die showed: 1
Siara: (7 and 3)
Siara: (Is it dead?)
DM: (... uhm... yes.)
DM: (detail!)
Siara: (Cool, writing)
Kyle: (Kate FoG)
DM: (ok)
DM: (Hey, Vex, Kitt just told me that the character calculator doesn't take into account the +1 you get for your two weapon fighting feat. Whenever you do an attack, add another +1 to hit!)
Siara: (Ooh, okay, I'll keep that in mind)
Kyle: (xD No no, wrong)
DM: (What did I do!!!?)
DM: (Oh, wait, duh! I get it...)
Kyle: ( Just trying to make sure Kate knows the rules not make Vex worst)
DM: (Normal dual-wielding without the feat gives you -2, doesn't it Kitt? So the dual wielding removes that? Is that right?)
Kyle: (Close.. Normal dual-wielding is -4/-6 the feat makes it -2/-2)
DM: (So instead of the +3 to attack, it's +1?)
Kyle: (So with Siara Str mod (+2) and BA +1.. he gets +1 to hit with both blades >,> Vex hates me now)
Siara: (Not really xD It's a bit more fair given that I have such a unique animal companion)
Kyle: (But he can still flank and gain a +2 if Raiden is behind them!)
DM: (My way was much more fun! Sorry Vex... but you can still take that hit since I kinda mucked up. I should have remembered this from Britta.)
Kyle: (^^^ Agreed xD)
Kyle: (Britta should know better then this! xP )
DM: (Britta does! I don't...)
DM: (I think she'll eventually revert to one blade just for the simplicity of it... but in epic mode, she'll be having two weapons. *sage nods*)
DM: (... kill the wolf!)
Siara: (Writing. Can't decide whether I want to stab it in the chest or the head.)
DM: (Sadistic druid!)
DM: (Oh, the blue robe or the red robe...? The head or the chest...?)
Kyle: (Remind me when I get home to just BUY Draven.. )
Siara dashes forward, holding both blades in reverse. As he nears the wolf, he steps to the right, bringing his left arm across in an sweeping slash that opens a nice gash in the wolf's side. Following the motion through, he turns 180 degrees in place, his right arm raised a bit. Swinging the sword straight down, he drives the blade deep into the wolf's skull, killing it instantly. His face seems shadowed, but the light manages to illuminate his mouth, an grin of insanity on his lips. "Boom... Headshot~♥"
DM: "Nicely done," Rooke says, keeping his weapon drawn. "Next time, I think I'll just swing the sword instead of trying to pin the damn thing..."
Shea: (victory!~)
DM: ( I'm sorry... I had to. http://msnbcmedia.msn.com/j/MSNBC/Compon... )
http://msnbcmedia.msn.com/j/MSNBC/Components/Photo/_new/tdy-120329-caters-hippo-2.photoblog600.jpg
Siara slowly draws his blade from the wolf's skull, watching it collapse. He lifts the sword, gazing at the blood on it with a tinge of madness in his eyes. "Such beauty, that red hue..." He blinks for a second and the madness disappears, and he shakes his head rapidly as if coming back to his senses. Looking at the wolf, he sighs. "It's a start... At least I didn't torture it this time."
Shea: (isn't this guy supposed to be druid?)
DM: Angel stares at Siara for a wee while, her brows lightly raised as if trying to figure him out before she ducks her head out a bit and grins a little. "You're not the... puppy-loving kind of druid, are you, Siara of the Clan of... Woe?"
Kyle: rolls his shoulder with a disappointing look at Siara, glancing to Angel- "Are all knife ears this overly dramatic about killing a mutt? Or is this one just special? Alright, alright.. let's keep this moving.. wolfs normally travel in packs, no need to get comfy.. Now where the heck is this gold vein I really want to out of this cramped area ."
Siara: (He is, but he's got something of a sadistic streak. He'll respect nature and care for animals, but the ones that threaten him get very little mercy.)
DM
"No argument there," Rooke agrees. Angel gently brushes past the others, delicately stepping over the wolf's body.
"How about I take lead? I'm more likely to be able to see an ambush coming in this dark without the glowing dog, heh..." (Like poor baby bats!)
Shea: (ahh. that's fair enough.)
Siara shakes his head. "The Clan of Woe is well-named. I will respect nature and care for animals, as is my duty. But an animals that threatens me or the people I care for get no mercy."
DM: (You listened to the podcast on RPGFO, Shea? XD)
DM: (Their accents... aw, gorgeous...)
Shea: (I heard the first bit of it. i though Mike was aussie at first.)
Kyle: (I like my accent more.)
Kyle: (Vex http://elohell.net/images/chill/a4ba286a...
Kyle: (Support Mundo, in rank match xD)
Siara: ( http://puu.sh/1gIxG )
Siara: (Kinda like that ^)
DM: Angel heads further down into the darkness, quiet for the most part before she starts to softly hum and sing to herself - nothing really noteworthy or attention-drawing, but just enough to keep her occupied as they move. They eventually come to another wooden door, this one slightly ajar as if it had been nudged open by the now-dead wolf. Angel peeks through, falling silent before holding up her hand and showing them four fingers. She then made a motion of walking with her fingers before flashing all her fingers at the others twice to indicate the number of feet away whatever the 'four fingers' indicated.
Siara: (Normal for the most part, but when he finds a target, he goes kinda crazy. Blame it on Chaotic.)
DM: Angel sheathes her longsword and instead draws her longbow, notching an arrow to it and drawing back on the string, ready to fire. She backs away from the door, waiting for someone else to take the lead.
DM: (Britta's Chaotic Neutral... she don't let dogs lap at the blood of her victims. )
Siara nods to Raiden, who creeps forward. He follows slowly, willing to take the lead again if no one else volunteered.
Kyle: Kyle quickly moves to the front side by side with Angel notching a arrow, and looking at Siara and nodding to the door. (ready my action! )
Kyle: (http://elohell.net/images/chill/eadda62e... VEX)
DM: (Needa hit a 12 on first hit - flat-footed)
Siara: ( I saw it, see mine?)
DM: (Hey look Shea! It's Lance!)
Kyle: (Ya, so you opening this door yet Vex?)
Kyle: (I really need to shoot something)
DM: (I'll do it!)
DM: Rooke steps forward, quietly pulling the door open and moving to the side, out of the range of their arrows. "After you," Angel softly murmurs to Kyle. You can see four wolves sitting in the room beyond, laying on what appears to be a large fur rug. There is a faint light in the room that comes from some strategically placed torchbugs floating about.
Kyle: (Damn these people for not knowing when the door unlocks!)
DM: (It's a door! Let's all dither about it and be uncertain!)
Kyle: (rapid shot!)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
DM: (hit!)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Kyle: (this roller.. it's hating me tonight)
DM: (FAIL!)
Kyle rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 1
Kyle: (4 damage >,>)
Siara: (...the heck? A rug?)
DM: The wolf in the forefront yelps as the projectile thumps into his shoulder. He whines and moves to hide behind the other wolves, uncertain of what was coming through the door. Another wolf, larger than the rest, stands and starts moving forward. Angel lets an arrow fly.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
DM: The arrow bounces off the floor ahead of the wolf.
DM: (Murrhurrhurr!)
Siara: (Two archers?)
DM: (Right, the rest of us roll for initiative!)
Shea: (sorry, was reading somewhere else for a moment. lance?)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Shea: (ohhhh LOL. totally lance, Kate)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
DM: (You remember June and Lance!)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Siara: (Oh my god xD)
Shea: (of course
DM: (20 for me. What do you get for Siara?)
Siara: (21)
DM: (this is for Angel...)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Siara: (Rai gets 18)
DM: (And the wolves...)
Kyle: (16 initative)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
DM: (how very awkward...)
DM: (Siara, Rooke, Wolf 1, Angel, Raiden, Wolf 2, Kyle, Wolf 3, Wolf 4)
DM: (So, Siara. Angel and Kyle got sorta 'free' attacks)
Siara: (Okay then xD)
Kyle: (Surprise round ROUND)
DM: (SURPRISE!)
Siara: (Do you have the HD and int scores of each wolf?)
DM: (Yup. They're all the same since I'm so lazy.)
Siara: (And those are...?)
DM: (Int 2, 2d8+4 HD)
Siara: (That's way too much for Charm Animal on even one of them. Um...)
Siara: (Calm Animal*)
Siara: (And they probably won't tell me anything now that they've been attacked twice, so Speak with Animals is out too)
DM: The larger wolf in the forefront steps over the arrow that Angel shot, it's eyes full of anger and stringy drool starting to dangle from its mouth as it's nostrils flare.
DM: (Raiden have any bonuses?)
Siara: (Yup)
Siara: (Uh...)
Siara: (Regarding what?)
DM: (Anything that could be used against these wolves.)
Siara: (Low-light vision, Scent, Awareness, Track, Jump+8...)
DM: (He can... Jump over the wolves! Wee! Attack the damn things! )
Siara: (Hmm.)
Siara: (w)
DM: (ok)
Kyle: (Am I dead yet?)
DM: (... nope!)
DM
(DM: (Siara, Rooke, Wolf 1, Angel, Raiden, Wolf 2, Kyle, Wolf 3, Wolf 4)
DM: (So, Siara. Angel and Kyle got sorta 'free' attacks))
Siara sighs. "Great. More of them." Sheathing both blades and sliding his feet apart slightly, he closed his hands into fists. "Blaze... Burn... Fire!" Opening his palms sharply, two large fireballs appear over his palms.
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Siara: (Not really worth the mods for aim when it's that low)
DM: (Okay, next roll?)
Siara: (Can only throw one at a time, I think)
Kyle: (What is he even doing? )
Kyle: (produce flame? ya once a round)
Siara: (Yeah, Produce Flame)
DM: (He's going to throw a fireball at one of the wolves... y'need to refer to them by their numbers by the way. First wolf that Kyle nabbed here was Wolf 4. Wolf nearing us is Wolf 1.)
DM: (Okay, Rooke then!)
DM: Rooke steps towards Wolf 1 as Siara's fireball sizzles out prematurely and swings his blade at the beast.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
DM: ... and he almost falls over as he stumbles on a rock. His swing goes wide.
DM: Wolf 1 snarls and goes in to bite Rooke in the outer thigh!
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
DM: Wolf 1 is a clumsy oaf and misses too.
Siara attempts to lob one of the fireballs at W1, but the spell becomes unstable at he's taking aim and the flame disappears before he can throw it. With a low growl to himself, he lowers his arm, a new flame appearing.
DM: Angel pulls back on her string, firing off another arrow at Wolf 1...
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
Siara: (Finally, someone hits!)
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 4
Kyle: "Oh would you looky at that.. Siara can juggle I think, oh nevermind.. he dropped the ball."
DM: The wolf yelps as the arrow hits it firmly in the chest and it gives a shake of its head before growling low, teeth baring as it crouches, ready to pounce.
DM: "Got you," Angel softly whispers. (Raiden!)
Siara glances behind him. "Better than having to bite the arrow. Oh wait, it didn't even have to."
Raiden joined the chat
Raiden: (Just for these)
Raiden rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Raiden: (Super miss again)
Raiden sails over W1, landing between it and the others.
DM: Wolf 2 charges for Raiden, her jaws wide and teeth bared as she reaches for Raiden's throat.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
DM: (AC?)
DM: (brb!)
Siara: (16 (+2 Dex, +4 natural) )
Kyle: (Raiden also may be flanked.. depending where he is)
Siara: (Siara's gonna lose it if Raiden dies)
Kyle: (I'll laugh)
Kyle: (..twice, every night for the next month)
Siara: (You realize that the Chaotic bit will go into overdrive without him, right?)
Kyle: (Yup, and laugh harder if he loses his powers)
Siara: (Oh he won't lose them. He'll come dangerously close to losing his class though, since Raiden's presence kept his sanity relatively in check)
DM: (back, sorry 'bout that)
DM: (Kyle, your turn!)
Kyle: (That's the DM call when you cross the line and lose powers)
Kyle: (I'll peg the closest wolf number??)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Kyle rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 2
Siara: (Wow, you nail the hit, flub the damage)
Kyle: (9 damage )
Kyle: (It's still x3 +3)
DM: (Wolf 1...)
DM: (... and you killed him!)
Siara: (Yeah, but a 5+ would have shredded the wolf with the tailwind alone xD)
Kyle: (Take aim and fire at the one near Rook)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
DM: (What bonus does taking aim give?)
Kyle: (+2 if I was aiming can't when Rapid firing, it's a full round, aiming is atleast a movement )
Kyle: (12 total bleh)
DM: (Ehh, miss)
DM: (Detail wolf 1's death - he's the alpha)
Kyle would grin seeing the bright light fill the room for a moment as Siara flame came to light. He dis-tested relying on such things, but it atleast made a good distraction letting Kyle steal the moment away from Siara felling the largest of the pack in a single shot- "And that.. is how you get it done."
DM: Wolf 3 gives a howl of anguish as the alpha is taken down and she leaps forward, avoiding Raiden and going straight for Kyle. She aims for his thigh...
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
DM: (16?)
Kyle: (AC 18 with buckler)
DM: (Fancy legwork)
Kyle: "Ah ha!" - Kyle yells kicking the wolf in the face- "Back I say!"
DM: Wolf 4, having been hanging back whimpering about Kyle's initial attack, actually seems a little rejuvenated at the death of the alpha. He suddenly has a chance to rise up in his pack! So... he aims for the next male, Raiden.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
DM: (17)
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 4
DM: (5)
DM: (Back to Siara!)
Siara: (So he takes 5 damage?)
DM: (That's right, isn't it Kitt?)
Kyle changed name to Kyle (12 HP)
Siara: (o_O)
DM: (For some reason, when it comes to taking damage, I forget all the rules... -.-)
Kyle (12 HP): (Ya)
DM: (Okay. XD)
Kyle (12 HP): (Just bite D6 + Str Mod)
DM: (Yup, cool cool)
DM: (Siara! Go go go!)
Siara gasps as Raiden takes a hit, then glares at the wolf.
Siara: (What's the penalty for touch attacks?)
DM: (Kitt?)
Siara: (Or is there one?)
DM: (Touch AC for the wolves is 12...)
Kyle (12 HP): (You give attacks of opptuntiy normally. But ehh. Beside that, you only need to hit his Touch AC)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Siara: (Dang, roller hates me again)
Kyle (12 HP): (BA + Str Mod)
DM: (You flail your arms angrily at the wolf! )
Siara: (Where the hell is BA?)
Kyle (12 HP): (Base Attack)
Siara: (I said where, not what)
Kyle (12 HP): link me
DM: (You can find it on all your weapons under 'Base')
Siara: (http://www.protonfish.com/dcalc/?n=Siara... )
DM: (+1)
Kyle (12 HP): (bio)
DM: (have fun!)
Siara: (I'm making a touch attack with my hands, so it's not a weapon mod.)
DM: (It's still your base attack)
DM: (The touch is the weapon)
Siara: (Alright then)
Siara: (9 then)
DM: (Ehh, shame... you just flail your arms angrily, I guess!)
Siara rushes to Raiden's side, sweeping his arm low in an attempt to land a flaming hit on W4, but misses, crouching beside Raiden, ready for another swing.
Kyle (12 HP): (The spell isn't wasted normally too, intill you land a touch )
DM: Rooke moves to Kyle's side and swings at W3 with his greatsword.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 2
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 5
Kyle (12 HP): (str mod is 150%)
Kyle (12 HP): (on two-handers)
Raiden joined the chat
Kyle (12 HP): (I just lost ya didn't I? xD)
DM: Rooke slams the greatsword into the wolf's side, slicing a gaping slash from the wolf's hip to shoulder. She howls in pain, eyes bugging as she starts to pant from the trauma. (Yup, basically!)
Kyle (12 HP): (What's his str mod?)
DM: (3)
Kyle (12 HP): (2D6 + 4 damage.. Cause anything you swing with both hands gets your Str mod, + Another 50% rounded down. So half of 3 is 1.5, so its 1 + 3 = +4)
Kyle (12 HP): (I feel like I'm in math class.)
DM: (Whoa, okay... I'll take it into account next swing. He should have killed W3 with that swing, but never mind!)
DM: (But you're the one winning, so be grateful!)
Kyle (12 HP): (who's turn?)
DM: Angel notches another arrow to the string before firing at Wolf 2 who is at Raiden's side snarling angrily at him.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
DM: She totally botches up.
DM: (Raiden!)
DM: (Raiden has W2 on one side, W4 on another.)
Raiden: (Which one attacked him first, W4?)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
DM: (W2 attacked him first, then W4 when he decided that with W1 gone, he could be alpha if he could get rid of the remaining male, Raiden.)
Kyle (12 HP) spares a moment watching Angel take aim and let loose another wild shot- "Angel! Exhale when you release, don't hold your breath!"
Siara: (So many bad hits, I think this roller is trolling us)
Kyle (12 HP): (Siara is just emotion right now, his doggy got hurt )
DM: Angel laughs lightly, shaking her head. "I blame you! You're totally mucking up my shots flashing that grin my way all the time!"
Shea: (im guessing it's not usually THIS bad?)
Raiden: (That's debateable)
DM: (No... usually the players win a bit sooner. )
Kyle (12 HP): (I never have a problem )
Raiden tries to nip at W4's legs, but the wolf manages to lift his paw before his jaws can close.
DM: Wolf 2 goes in for a grapple on Raiden, grabbing at his scruff with her teeth... (Strength rolls)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
DM: (10)
DM: (I reckon the roller likes Kyle more than the rest of us.)
Shea: (yeah obviously. lol.)
Kyle (12 HP): (I have no idea when my turn is xD)
DM: (Siara, Rooke, Angel, Raiden, Wolf 2, Kyle, Wolf 3 - nearest to Kyle and Rooke, Wolf 4)
DM: (Yours now!)
DM: (or wait, no)
DM: (Raiden! Do a strength roll!)
Raiden rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Raiden: (............)
DM: (The dice are in your favor *little bow*)
Kyle (12 HP): Careful notches another arrow using Rook as a distraction to take a step back away from the wolf dieing at his feet, and pulling his bow up and taking aim with a sly grin- "Oh? Am I that distracting? Try keeping your eye on your target then, instead of me next time then.. heh" (5ft step back, taking a shot at W2)
Raiden: (For once. Do I add anything?)
Kyle (12 HP): (you resisted the grapple, so nothing happens. But normally you add Str mod + BA)
Kyle (12 HP) rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
DM: W2's teeth slide over Raiden's scruff, not causing any damage as she misses. She growls angrily.
DM: (Dam?)
Kyle (12 HP): (23?)
DM: (You hit, dam?)
Kyle (12 HP): (23 to hit, damage...)
Kyle (12 HP) rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 1
Kyle (12 HP): (5)
DM: (Detail death.
DM: (*insert manic laughter with that smiley*)
Kyle (12 HP): As the two wolfs tumbled about biting and snapping at each other, Kyle could see whatever was happening it had Siara. So Kyle thought it was time to end there little alpha fight. With his step back, quick jest with Angel, and a simple release he let loose a true shot pegging the right wolf dead in mid tumble- "Ayh! Did I get the right one Knifey ear?!"
DM: (So, wait... you're aiming for who?)
Kyle (12 HP): (I was shooting the W2 the one that was grappling with Raiden)
Siara: (W2, not the one that was trying to kill Rai)
DM: (W4 - male, W3 - injured female near Kyle, W2 - female attacking Rai)
Siara: (Well, I guess they both are, actually...)
Siara snorts. "One of them, yes."
DM: (Okay, that's not a death, sorry... I thought you were aiming for W3)
Kyle (12 HP): (still shot it)
DM: (Yup! Still did it 5 dam!)
Kyle (12 HP) curses acting like he missed his real target Raiden- "Damn.."
Kyle (12 HP): (ROUND)
DM: W3, weak as she is with the large bloody slit down her side, lunges at Kyle's leg.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
DM: (Miss)
DM: Wolf 4, getting nervous as he notices how near W3 is to death, but wanting to keep up this alpha fight, continues to attack Raiden. He lunges at the dog's throat.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
DM: (Meh!)
DM: (back to Siara!)
Siara: (Try this one more time)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Siara: (15)
DM: (Hit)
Siara rolled a die. The die showed: 6
Siara: (7)
DM: (Damage on...?)
Siara: (Christ, finally)
Siara: (W4)
DM: (Detail attack?)
DM: (He's still going)
Siara: (That's what I needed to hear)
DM: (Detail attack?)
Siara: (writing)
Siara grins and absorbs the flaming magic into his hands, then quickly grabs the head of the wolf that hurt Raiden. "Ha!!" Without giving it a chance to respond, he dispels the magic as a fiery blast between his hands, setting the wolf's head on fire. "No one hurts my dog and escapes unscathed..."
DM
Wolf 4 howls in agony, shaking his head and shutting his eyes tightly as he attempts to get the fire out. He rolls, managing to subdue the flames, but his face and head is a blistering mass of boils, the fur patchy and singed. He inches his eyes open and whimpers, starting to get a little uncertain about this fight.
Rooke brings down his blade on the injured female at his feet (W3)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
DM rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 8
DM rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 8
Siara: (Weee, chaos for everyone!)
DM: The blade slices cleanly through the female wolf's throat, her head rolling off to the side, sightless eyes gazing at nothing. Rooke kicks the head away and readies his blade in case he has to step in to the alpha fight.
DM: (Angel's turn!)
Siara: (And now that spell is over, so three lv0 and two lv1 left)
DM: Sighing softly, Angel notches another arrow to her bow, aiming before firing at W2.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Kyle (12 HP): "Remember what I told ya sweet cheeks!"
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 4
Shea: (c'mon angel!)
DM: The arrow flies true and socks Wolf 2 in the snout. She howls, baring her teeth and shaking her head to try and get the arrow free, but finds it impossible. Angel glances over at Kyle and sends him a sweet smile before readying another arrow.
DM: (Whoo! Finally!)
DM: (Raiden, W2, Kyle, W4, Siara, Rooke, Angel)
Raiden rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Siara: (What's the wolf AC?)
DM: (14)
Kyle (12 HP): (You can't ask xD)
DM: (Ehh, I've already said several times. )
Raiden: (Because I rolled 13 on grapple)
DM: (That'd be a miss)
Kyle (12 HP): (what kind of bow is she using? )
Raiden attempts to rear up and pin W4 down, but misses by a hair. Or maybe several hairs.
DM: (Angel? Shortbow)
DM: W2, still struggling with the arrow in her snout, lashes out at Siara in frustration and anger, her teeth lashing out at his wrist.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
DM: (17)
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 1
DM: (Take 2 damage, Siara, if your AC is 17 or less...)
Siara: (15)
DM: (You have a nice doggy-shapped bite on your wrist now.)
Kyle (12 HP): "You missed it's head Angel heh.. And this is what I call the perfect shot.."
Kyle (12 HP): (shooting W2)
Siara growls as he feels the teeth sink into his wrist, grinning slightly. "Better me than Raiden..."
DM: (Mm-kay!)
Kyle (12 HP) rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
Kyle (12 HP): (24)
DM: (Definite hit)
Kyle (12 HP) rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 2
Kyle (12 HP): (6)
DM: (Kill! Detail W2's death.)
Kyle (12 HP): (Dice to hit __ + Dex +3 + Base Attack +2 + Aiming (Move Action) +2 + Point Blank Shot +1 + Weapon Focus (Long Bow) +1)
Kyle (12 HP): Just simply leads the wolfs and releases pinning the poor thing in the neck, dropping it lifelessly.
Kyle (12 HP): (that's all my bonuses to hitting that last shot, just so you know Kate)
Siara swings his arms to the side, dislodging it unceremoniously from his wrist and rubbing at the holes gently.
Siara: (arm*)
DM: W4 stares dumbly as W2 drops lifeless to the ground. His eyes move to the alpha's dead body, then the dismembered body of W3... then to Raiden. He has a moment of indecision before suddenly dropping to the ground and rolling onto his back. His paws touch the air softly and he gives Raiden the most terribly defeated expression as his tail curls between his legs in submission.
DM: (I believe you, Kitt. )
Shea: (he's raiden's bitch now.)
DM: (yup! If he stays alive... XD)
Kyle (12 HP): (Ya.. we killed a whole family of wolfs.. I feel so good about myself, wonders who's pets they were.. cause I bet there pissed now)
Kyle (12 HP): (Won't lie.. lost track of arrows, started with 17.. Umm Kate how many do I have now?)
DM: (Sorry... I just had to bring in their attachment for one another, didn't I? )
DM: (You shot off... 3 or 4.)
Kyle (12 HP): (I think 6..)
DM: (Uhhhmmm... you count then!)
Kyle (12 HP) rolled a die with 100 sides. The die showed: 61
Kyle (12 HP) rolled a die with 100 sides. The die showed: 65
Kyle (12 HP) rolled a die with 100 sides. The die showed: 24
Siara tilts his head as he looks to the wolf, then looks back at the others. "Don't kill it. He knows when he's beaten."
Kyle (12 HP) rolled a die with 100 sides. The die showed: 68
Kyle (12 HP) rolled a die with 100 sides. The die showed: 92
Kyle (12 HP) rolled a die with 100 sides. The die showed: 72
Kyle (12 HP) happily finds out five of his arrows are still useable!
DM rolled a die with 100 sides. The die showed: 60
DM rolled a die with 100 sides. The die showed: 57
DM rolled a die with 100 sides. The die showed: 26
DM rolled a die with 100 sides. The die showed: 100
DM: (... no fair)
Kyle (12 HP): (That arrow is lucky)
Kyle (12 HP): (You just rolled a 100 out of 100)
DM: Angel goes about collecting her arrows, plucking them from the ground. The only one she couldn't retrieve was the one that went so far up W2's nasal cavity she couldn't yank it out.
DM: (Haha! It was most likely the one she completely botched up with...)
DM: (Why, look! This is in perfect condition! I think this is the one I simply dropped...)
Kyle (12 HP): (You mean dropped?)
DM: (it's lucky!)
Siara: (Gonna try something a bit unorthodox)
DM: (... why do I suddenly feel scared?)
Siara: (Unorthodox based on his recent sadism)
DM: (Hmmm....)
Kyle (12 HP): (FYI I will have to leave any moment my replacement walks in)
DM: (Aw, okay)
Kyle (12 HP): (so ahead of time, all fun and cool to have Shea hang out with us during. But I'm still here for now)
Siara pats Raiden, glad that he's still alive, then exhales deeply, his eyes glowing deep green, passing the spell's power to Raiden as well. "Rai, would you be a dear and ask if the wolf has seen any gold around here?"
Siara: (Communicate With Animals)
DM: The wolf remains in it's submissive posture, the whites of it's eyes showing and blinking rapidly, touching it's tongue to its nose as it stares fearfully at Raiden and Siara.
Kyle (12 HP): (Good luck, I hate this spell, full of stupid things. Also the animal is still a animal so it may not even know what gold is xD)
DM
Angel slips the last of her gathered arrows into her quiver before glancing at Kyle and smirking. "Told you I'd figure out how to shoot the thing without you grinning at me all the time with that crazy huge smile."
"It's like a bloody beacon," Rooke agrees. "Even I'm a bit distracted by it..."
Raiden nods and pads over to the wolf, sitting in front of him. As he speaks, it sounds like nothing more than growling. We're not going to hurt you more than you have been. We're looking for something called gold... It's shiny and it's cold, tastes really weird if you eat it... Have you seen anything like that around here? Farther in?"
Raiden: (Yeah, I'm aware of that. That's why I tried to dumb down the description.)
Kyle (12 HP): (xD Kate if you only knew how badly I want to say Draaaaaaveen)
DM: (I wish I got the reference!)
Kyle (12 HP) kinda puffs out his chest and smiles- "Wow really even you Rook? I didn't know my smile was that good.." -he just keep smiling
DM: The wolf rolls onto it's feet but keeps it's head low and tail between its legs as it whimpers. Two-legs pick at it like scabs. Give us food to keep us away while they itch the rock.
Kyle (12 HP): cya
Shea: (i can just imagine this big, ridiculouslly goofy smile whenever kyle grins)
DM: "Egh, gosh, boy, not like your ladyfriend here is meaning... but it takes up your whole face!" Rooke says with a grin of his own.
Siara: (That was a really good response)
DM: (Aw, bye Kitt!)
Shea: (Bai, Kitt!)
DM: (Thank you! )
Siara: (See you at home)
Siara perks his ears up, hearing the response. It sounds so strange, but he can still understand it. He looks back at the others. "We're close."
DM: (Finish up now? This has been fun. )
DM: (Next time, you should get... TWO-LEGS LOOT!)
Raiden nods. "Would you... like to come with us? My two-leg can heal you and take care of you for a while."
Raiden: (Temporary partner, not permanent pet)
DM: The wolf shyly looks at Raiden's two-leg, whites of his eyes still showing as he glances over at the others, then shivers. "Other two-legs there killed my sire. Rightful Alphas. I will do as you and they say."
Raiden looks back at Siara, his tail wagging happily.
Shea: (I'm going to bed, too.)
Siara: (Naito)
DM: (Nighty-night, Shea! Was fun having you here!)
Shea: (Thanks for letting me sit in. I liked it, although I obviously didn't do anything xD I might have to do this more often, if you'll have me ;P)
DM: (Absolutely! Even have you as a player if you would like!)
Shea: (If you guys teach me how it all works, then definitely xD anyways, nighto)
DM: (night!)
Shea left the chat
DM: (*stretches and yawns sleepily* Other D&D tomorrow, Vex... I better get some sleep! XD!)
Siara grins, hearing the wolf. "As Raiden says, we're not going to hurt you. You don't have to stay with us, but we will protect you if you do." He holds out an uncharged hand for the wolf to smell and become acquainted with his scent
Siara: (Alright, we can finish it tonight or Sunday, depending on Quake and Guilt)
DM: (Yup! If they don't feel like playing, we've always got this! And Sunday... I can actually do that this week, MAYBE... it's Labor Weekend, so your Sunday - my Monday - is free.)
Siara: (Alrighty, see you then)
DM: (Nighty-night!)

Session 5 (21st October 2012)

DM cleared the room
DM: http://www.footstepsofghosts.com/t4551-e... Bottom of this
DM sits down and bounces a rock up and down in her hand.
Siara grins and fills his hand with bright green light, speaking to the wolf. "Come closer so I can heal you, if you please."
DM: The wolf flinches as the light grows in Siara's palm, but reluctantly steps nearer, his tail still between his legs. He blinks his eyes shut, occsaionally peeking to see what's happening. His face is a macabre mess at this point, having gotten the brunt of Siara's fireball earlier, blood caked dry over his snout.
Siara: (Guess I should roll for healing, shouldn't I...)
Siara rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 5
Siara: (6)
Siara sighs softly, waving his hand slowly over the wolf's head and muzzle, imbuing it with restorative magic that repairs the worst of the burns, leaving only a few tender spots, and regrowing a majority of the singed fur. "Sorry about earlier, but you did attack my dog."
DM: The wolf licks his tongue over his face, feeling the new fur and searching for injuries. He shakes his head, unused to the feeling of restorative magic and softly wags his tail in thanks to Siara before he resumes a submissive pose, his head and body close to the ground as he waits for something to happen. His eyes still show whites.
Oaklen changed name to Kyle
Kyle changed name to (12 HP) Kyle
(12 HP) Kyle: (What's goin on?)
Siara nods and stands back up, looking back to the party. "We're in the right place. He says the gold is farther in. He'll also be traveling with us for a while, so don't hurt him. Anything you want to ask before the spell wears off?"
DM: (Continuing on)
DM: Rooke scratches at the back of his neck. "Uhm, how's a wolf know what gold is?"
(12 HP) Kyle simply points to Rooke
(12 HP) Kyle changed name to Kyle
Siara tilts his head. "Untrained animals wouldn't know of our names for things, so it wouldn't know gold if we called it gold. But by offering a description that matches the item - cold, shiny, and bad tasting - chances are it will know. Now, anything you want to ask the wolf?"
DM
Rooke glances at the others, screws up his face and gives a shrug. "I... feel really awkward right now. There's plenty of stuff I'd like to ask an animal, but now probably isn't the best time, if I'm guessing right."
Angel smiles a little and shakes her head.
Kyle groans a bit rotating his right shoulder feeling the sharp needles of pain flare up at the movement, then laying his hand over his chainvest- "Well good thing Mr. Keefer gave this vest before leaving camp." -he would say to himself bending down to pluck free his arrows, and wipe them off the wolfs coats- "Nope.. nothing, just if anything else is down there? It's not common to have a fur laying on the floor for a abandon mine."
DM: "Mm," Angel agrees, tossing a glance at the fur rug. "I didn't think wolves were sophisticated enough to decorate their homes..." The fur rug appears to be made from a bear's skin, a little ragged, not well-made, but it serves it's purpose. Whatever its' purpose is.
Siara "Ah, true." He turns back to the wolf. "Is there anything else in the mine that we should be worried about? Also, do you know where this bear pelt came from?"
DM: The wolf whimpers for a moment, his eyes rolling, then yips lightly. "Beast-heads brought the bear skin in for us with their meat. Near the gold, a two-leg like you is with the beast-heads. We let them pass not a cycle ago."
Kyle: (Vex it's also x2 IP day, only for for today.)
Siara crosses his arms, thinking. "Two-legs... and beast-heads...?" He shakes his head slowly. "Thank you, I think we can find it now. Would you care to come with us?"
Siara: (Alright, we can play hard when you get home)
Kyle: (Round)
DM
The wolf is reluctant, but a positive flick of its tail suggests that it may come along. Rooke claps his hands and steps into the room. "Right! Moving on then!"
The room is maybe 20 ft x 30 ft, hewn from the rock. The rug is the only piece of 'furniture', but there are broken pieces of wood over in the corner indicating that a table might have once stood there. On the wall opposite the door you came through is an archway leading off into the dark - beside it is a bucket filled with pebbles.
Siara "Looks like our path is clear." He looks down to the wolf, using the last of the spell's power. "I'll just remind you that you don't have to stay with us if you don't want to." He reaches down to refresh the Light spell on Raiden, then heads into the darkness.
DM
The path no longer goes downhill and the floor is not so much rock as it is soil. Support beams have been set up every couple of feet, obviously indicating a less stable passageway - still, it looks sturdy enough. As you move, you start to hear the faint sounds of a pick being thrown into stone. The wolf moves out ahead of Siara and Raiden, keeping his head and tail low as he wanders.
Soon, you realize why he has taken lead - pathways start to open up off the passage you are currently on. Several are caved in, others go uphill, some downhill, but the majority just lead off into echoing darkness. The wolf keeps to the main passageway for a few long minutes.
Siara looks around at the different passages, keeping his distance from the wolf so he doesn't feel threatened. Raiden trots happily along beside him, tail wagging. He perks his ears up as he hears the sound of a pick at work, keeping his hands by his hips in case he needs to draw his blades quickly.
DM: (I'll wait for Kyle. )
Siara: (Good idea)
Kyle coughs as the stale air invades his lungs, but keep his eyes open for anything coming out of the extra tunnels leading off in every direction with his bow notched. While walking he keep a surely grin covering his true feelings as the group plunged ever deeper into this trap.- "I hope that blacksmith iisn't out to kill us.. It'ld be pretty easy to trap us in here and let us rot.. So any luck yet Siara?" (Listen check)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Siara "Any luck with what? The wolf has give us his cooperation for now, if that's what you mean..."
Kyle "I would hope you would keep a eye out for the gold, consider in the end that is still just a wolf leading us around in the dark.."
DM: You can only hear the picking of stone, but it echoes everywhere so it is difficult to tell where exactly it is coming from. The wolf seems to know where he's going though and stops at a passageway, halting at the entrance as he glances fearfully at the others. He lies down on the ground, eyes shifting between them - obviously he believes that their goal is down this passage.
DM: .
Siara sighs. "Sweetie, even in raw form, gold is still shiny, and there's six of us now. Surely one of us would see a sparkle reflected from Raiden's light." He glances down to the wolf, seeing that he's stopped. "I believe this is our destination."
Kyle: (I'm not checking that entrance, I'm in the back)
DM: You hear nothing behind you.
DM:
DM: Rooke brushes past the others into the passageway and glances at it - it doesn't seem to go downhill or uphill, keeping fairly level. "So, any particular way we want to do this? There are others here, obviously... do you think they'll object to our presence?"
Kyle waves off Siara comment keeping his back to a wall as he talks- "I highly doubt it, I mean we only can stomping to steal there gold and kill there pets for some random bar of gold. Ya.. I'm sure they'll be fine with it."
DM: Rooke brandishes his sword. "Well, then... I guess we want to have the element of surprise?"
Kyle shrugs- "Depends how nice we want to ask them to leave.."
Kyle: (Siara you feel like sneaking ahead of the group with your pup and doing stuff?)
DM: Angel is fingering one of her horns, remaining quiet as she watches Siara. She seems to be mulling something over in her head, her eyes slightly off-focus and her teeth nibbling at her lower lip. Rooke glances between the others of the group.
Raiden joined the chat 6 seconds ago
Siara "If you want the element of surprise... Light's Out." He lifts his right hand and snaps his fingers, extinguishing Raiden's light. "We'll be right back. Raiden, if you please."
DM: (*dies from being burnt by her food*)
Raiden nods at Siara's words, crouching low and inhaling deeply, slowly, drawing in nearby scents, then creeps forward into the darkness. (Scenting)
Raiden: (http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Scent )
Kyle: (I do really good if my group has alot skills)
Siara draws his blades and looks back to the group. "If you see a flare, follow quickly." Taking a low stance, he stalks into the darkness behind Raiden.
Kyle stares at his hand watching it vanish into the darkness as he takes a quick step closer to Angel and Rooke- "Well isn't this just great.. I'm blind, in completed darkness.. and armed with a ranged weapon.. Yup, nothing can wrong here.." -he would whisper openly
Kyle "Oh and wounded, lets not forget that.."
DM
The path is straight for a couple of meters, then it turns sharply to the right. A light source is in the room ahead, candles maybe by the way the light flickers on the walls. Raiden would be able to smell the dry earth, stone, and the scent of a familiar creature (human and elf, or maybe a half-elf), along with the scents of two different creatures - they smell very similar to one another. If he turns the corner, he would be able to see into a room - it is hewn from rock, small slivers of gold dust on the path and veins shining in the stone walls.
In the room, a half-elf stands. She has predominantly human features with a strong nose and jaw but with elvish ears and a slim physique. The two other creatures in the room appear to be humanoids with the heads of hyenas. One is male, the other female - the male is chipping at the stone and tossing the occasional lump of rock into a nearby bucket. He growls in an unknown language and the half-elf laughs before responding in Common. Her voice echoes through the tunnel.
"Aha, well... you're the strongest of us three and we only need a little, plus, I'm keeping watch."
The female lifts her snout, adjusting the breastplate of her leather armor and clutching at the sickle at her side. She speaks in Common, her voice heavily accented and deep with growls. "There is something other than a wolf in these tunnels... you are not keeping good watch, elf-kind. Perhaps you should patrol."
"Nah, you should. You're the one with the great nose, right?"
DM: Angel slips up beside Kyle and gently takes his hand. "I can see just fine in this darkness," she whispers to him. "And I might be able to heal your wounds... let me."
DM rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 6
DM: (+8 hp)
Raiden 's hair rises slightly as he picks up the sent of creatures ahead, letting out a soft, short "rrr" as a warning.
Kyle: (Sweeet Siara about to get killed, get'em!)
DM: (You're back up to full hp, Kyle)
Kyle would be caught completely off guard yelping almost gripping her hand tight when he feels the surge of energy fire up his arm.- "Ahh! Woah ya can't jus.. ehhh" -he shivers feeling magic melding his flesh- "Gess.. Don't care much for that feeling, but thanks.. I thought you were a angel didn't know I'ld be that right.."
Kyle: (Wooo full hp)
DM: (Do a roll for stealth!)
DM: (Your yelp might have been heard)
Kyle: (who?)
Siara: (What, me?)
DM: (Kyle)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Kyle: (12)
DM: Your yelp was quiet enough that the creatures didn't hear you.
Siara: (Still writing, debating just how to handle this)
Kyle: (Damn I wanted to fail that)
DM
Angel softly laughs, then squeezes his hand. "I'm sorry... I'll ask next time."
Rooke hisses at the two of them. "If you two are done flirting, can someone hold my hand too? I can't see. Uhm... oh, that's your hand, Angel? Okay, cool..."
DM: (heh!)
Raiden: (What do you think Kitt, should I try to talk to the monsters first, or go back and get everyone? xD)
DM: ( http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HfRIOzeUNHE/Te... You wanna talk to this thing, eh?)
Kyle "Woah now watch it.. Not sure who's touch my rear but I'ld like dinner first atleast.. heh"
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HfRIOzeUNHE/Te4ZxxdERxI/AAAAAAAACrQ/ZIk04Na1xgc/s400/gnoll_wizardsdotcom.jpg

Kyle: (Go Talk to it!)
Siara: (He's a druid, he's seen some weird shit)
Kyle: (I can't help but think Kyle is just staring at a wall, thinking it's where Rook and Angel are xD)
DM: (Most likely. Angel's getting a kick outta people not being able to see. And true, Siara...)
Siara hears Raiden's warning and presses his back to the wall as they approach the corner, peering around it carefully. Spotting the human and the elf, he relaxes, but then shivers when he sees the creatures with hyena heads. "...beast-heads. I get it now." He sheaths one blade, building up magic in his left hand, while keeping his right blade out, trying to look nonthreatening but still as if he's an adventurer, and walks around the corner slowly, Raiden close behind him. "Hello? I see a light ahead. Is anyone there? I got kinda lost down here... Can someone help me?"
Kyle: (rOUND)
DM
The half-elf looks disturbed as the voice comes out of the darkness, but the two creatures both face the entrance. The male has a warhammer which he prepares to draw while the female draws the sickle from her belt. She calls out, her voice guttaral in Common. "Yes, I am down here, and the best way to get unlost is to go back the way you came! Did the wolves not find you?"
The half-elf puts a hand up to the female creature. "Please, let me handle this intruder..." she softly requests before glancing into the darkness. "Reveal yourself, then we will talk."
DM: .
Siara grits his teeth, not wanting to make himself so vulnerable so soon, but sheathes his sword and takes a few steps forward, turning Raiden's light on enough to reveal his position. "I was commissioned to find some gold for a blacksmith, and then pointed in this direction. There were some wolves a ways back, yeah, but we got past them with a few bites... I've been wandering around down here for a while since then, with no luck. I bear you no ill will, I simply seek to collect some gold and get out of here. Would you happen to know where I might find some?"
DM
The male looks at the bucket of ore he's been working on, then growls low in his throat. "Why don't you tryyy upstairs once more, eh? Go back to the wolllllvvves, asssk them directions. Or did you slaaaay them?"
"He reeks of wolf, of course he did," the female says, baring her teeth at Siara.
The half-elf puts a hand out on the female's shoulder. "Please, Eruth, I said I would handle this!" She stares at the two beasts until they begrudgingly lower their hands from their weapons. The half-elf turns to Siara, her sharp eyes taking him in. "We are mining for gold ourselves... my companions would find it best if you left until we have collected our fill. They are... unpredictable creatures, and I would not be surprised to find your head upon that sickle of Eruth's if I turned my back but for a second. Please leave."
DM: You see only a dagger at the half-elf's side and have a feeling she isn't very competent with it. Despite wearing armor, she doesn't seem the type that actually knows what she's doing in a fight.
DM: The female creature has her sickle and a whip at her side. The male has the warhammer and a dagger at his own side.
DM: .
Siara: (almost done xD)
DM: ( )
Siara blinks. "Sharp senses..." Scanning over the party quickly, he takes notes, twitching his ears when his gaze catches the female's dagger, then looking at her for a split second more. "...hmm." He bows respectfully. "As you wish. My apologies for the wolves, I had no choice but to defend myself. I will return later." He snaps his fingers again, turning Raiden's light off, then creeps backwards around the corner, keeping an eye on them for as long as possible. Once he's around the corner, he turns and picks up speed, dashing back to the group. He skids to a halt when Raiden grunts again, turning the light back on when he's out of range of the room, then leans against the mouth of the tunnel for a moment to catch his breath.
Siara: (But seeing those creatures was a shock.)
DM: Angel blinks sullenly at Siara. "What happened down there? Are we going to have to fight our way down?" she asks. She's still holding both Kyle and Rooke's hands - Rooke looking increasingly uncomfortable both with the girl's age and with the creepy sensations tingling over his hand and arm and into his bones.
DM: (But or bet? )
Raiden: (He's a druid, he's seen some weird shit. But seeing those creatures was a shock.)
Siara: (I'll wait for Kyle too, see how he responds to Siara's state.)
DM: (Heh heh, okay)
Siara: (He'd probably get a kick out of it, at the least.)
Kyle Kyle fumbled about Angel's arm to get pointed in the right direction, he can't seem to find a way of making excuses for his hands being lost as long as she keeps ahold of his right hand.- "Damn..." -he would whisper emptily to himself, till the panic sight and low light come into view that was Siara.- "So guessing the hunt went well? What ya find, a cave troll or something? You like you seen a ghost, heh.." -he said chuckling a bit before stopping half-way as he almost tripped
Kyle: (There we go, perfect!)
DM: (haha! Poor Kyle...)
DM: Angel gently releases Kyle and Rooke's hands as Raiden's light returns. Rooke seems visibly relieves and subconsciously rubs at his fingers as if they had gone numb with discomfort from being in Angel's strange grasp.
Siara takes a deep breath and holds it for a moment before exhaling slowly to normalize his breathing. "I'm not sure if it's better or worse than cave trolls of ghosts... It's a hume, a half-elf, and two hyena beastmen." He takes another few seconds to let his heart return to normal, then starts sharing info. "The elf only has a dagger, and even though she seemed like the leader of the group, she didn't seem like she's battle-worthy. The hume had the pick that we heard. The beastmen... One of them had a whip and a sickle, the other had a warhammer. I think they bought it when I said that it was only me and Raiden down here, but they know the wolves are dead." He shakes his head. "We shouldn't fight them."
DM: (A hume? Oh, how'd he randomly get in there? DAMN MY WRITING sometimes... never mind! I'll quickly make up a CS. )
Kyle: (What I thought there was only 3 of them?)
DM: (Yeah, there were. I accidentally put in mention of a human when describing Raiden's senses...)
DM: (There was only meant to be a half-elf, the two creatures.)
Siara: (Whoops. xD)
DM: (The male creature had the pick. I forgot to mention he dropped it when he turned, so... my bad too. XD)
DM: (Just pretend you didn't mention the hume. Let's go! )
DM: Rooke frowns, folding his arms across his chest. "Hyena-... you mean gnolls? Just two of them and a half-elf? Why shouldn't we fight them?"
Kyle takes a step forward shaking his hand as he speaks when Angel lets go- "So your telling me we shouldn't fight them cause they are indeed kind, just people? Or do you just forget who your traveling with?" -he turns and nudges Angel- "Angel what's in your pack, same for you Rook?" -he says, seeming to have a idea
Kyle: (Sorry Kate, but I want to know what they have on them xD)
DM: (Ohhhh dear... )
DM: (okay, okay... lemme get my act together. )
Raiden looks up. "You might have no sense of danger, but I do. They're not 'kind and just', but they have no inhibition to killing. If the half-elf hadn't told them to back off, they would have killed me and Raiden without a second thought."
Raiden: (Just roll with it.)
Kyle: (xD)
Raiden: (Got distracted by my new music addiction)
Kyle rubs his chin petting Raiden- "I always knew you were smarter then the elf.." ))
Siara reaches over to take a swipe at Kyle.
DM
(Okay, okay, I'll try not to laugh at the dog talking! XD) Rooke takes his pack down, moving closer to the dog so he can get better light. He removes the items one by one. First, the metal container with the moose meat in it (now freshly salted), a coil of hempen rope about 50 ft long, a change of clothes, a small pot, a small wooden box with a lid, a waterskin, a book, and a vial of clear fluid. Plus his bedroll and the tent attached by straps to his pack.
Angel has much less in her small pack, not even a bedroll. She has three small vials carefully wrapped up in linen tucked away within her pack, a small book and charcoal carefully wrapped up in linen similar to the vials. She also has a hair comb.
DM: "Why are we doing this?" Rooke asks, glancing at the items spread out on the floor before them.
Kyle: (are there any old lamps or barrels laying around?)
DM: (Nope. Pretty barren place.)
DM: (You could go looking down the other passages and stuff...)
Kyle shrugs- "Just wondering.." -he says, refusing to claim it was anything else
Kyle: (Nah Kyle is too lazy to try anything right now, maybe later)
Siara crosses his arms. 'Well then, what do you suggest we do."
DM: Angel raises an eyebrow and starts packing her stuff away. Rooke takes a moment longer before packing his own stuff away. He stops, confused about the wooden box and pops it open to look inside. "Oh, look at that... I've picked up smoking again within the time I don't remember. This might actually explain the cravings..."
Kyle holds up a single finger looking down a bit- "So Siara did they look even close to done getting any gold atleast?
Siara shakes his head. "Not really, no. I didn't get a very good look, at how much they had, but there was plenty on the walls."
Kyle snaps his fingers with a grin- "All too easy.. We kill two birds with one stone.." -he steps back looking down the way they came and back tracking a bit to pull up the bear's hide and neatly start rolling quickly before coming back- "Easy.. we let them finish collecting our gold, while me and Angel prop up right here.." -he says lining out his shot- "And wait in the darkness till we see there lights, and drop'em as soon as they come in view.."
Siara blinks. "You really want to provoke a fight we might not win?"
Siara: (Is the wolf still hanging around?)
DM: (Yup, still lying there)
Kyle he then unrolls the bears hide on the ground, and lays down with his legs propped up and longbow in hand.- "Not win, isn't in my vocab.. Why you that worried? I mean in the end it's better then waiting for them to get all the gold and leave.. Screw that.."
Kyle: (Yes my plan is to wait here, lazily with my bow ready in the complete darkness and Angel with me and Rooke and Siara on each side of the entrance for a ambush.)
DM
Rooke is quiet for a moment, then softly chuckles. "They're gnolls! Have the lot of you never gone up against them? They'll smell you a mile off - they can probably smell the lot of us now with us having lingered about so long chatting about this! Plus, just two gnolls... it's not like there's a whole gang or tribe down there, is it?"
"It's odd for gnolls to be here," Angel softly says. "If that's what they indeed are. Usually they stick to the mountains."
Siara shrugs in an exasperated fashion, then shakes his head slowly. "You're crazy, hume..." He lifts his left hand, still charged with magic. "You want me to speed this along?"
Kyle "No I'm not worried, but I'm tired.. and plus this is alot safer and we don't have to mine the gold our self.. If you really want I'll make sure we win, hand me your tent bag Rooke.." -he says standing up and unrolling his rope
Kyle: (Speed what along?)
DM: "Don't you go ripping any holes in it," Rooke says as he hands over the tent bag, keeping his pack.
Siara: (I have three lv0 spells left for the day, I can use one of them to try to draw them out with flares.)
DM: "Can gnolls see in the dark?" Angel softly asks.
Kyle snaps his fingers at Raiden- "Hey pup.. do me a favor.. piss on the floor, that'll most likely cover any chance they have of smelling us. And ya, they do see in the dark but it's a blind corner, we'll still get the jump on them. Plus we're bait.." -he says, moving the way the gnolls would come.
Kyle: (Kate.. I want to do stuff)
DM: (DO ETT THEN!)
Kyle: (OK!)
Raiden tilts his head at Kyle, not quite understanding, then looks to Siara for a command.
DM: (I'm actually very surprised you guys haven't already gone screaming at them...)
Siara resists the urge to swat Kyle for bossing his dog around, then tilts his hand toward Raiden.
Raiden nods and dims his light, then scurries a few steps into the tunnel, leaving a few puddles of piddle before rushing back up.
Kyle takes his time removing the tent spikes use to nail into the ground, and places two of them promptly to keep the rope close to the wall as he ties one end to the most sturdy post he can find, and dragging the other end to Rooke handing him the rope before walking back to the bear rug with his bow in hand- "See there we go.. They come in, they see me and Angel.. we shoot'em.. they rush out or get ballsly you yank on the rope, they trip and Siara gets to chop some heads off.. All good."
Kyle: (Does that make sense? If your going to let me do this?)
DM: (Yup, I get it!)
Kyle "Cause I'm guessing once they get hit with a couple arrows they ain't going to be looking at the ground.. heh"
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
DM: Rooke looks at the rope in his hand, then shrugs. "They don't have any ranged weapons from what Siara said, so this could work easily."
Kyle: (12 for Craft: trapmaking! )
DM: (We'll go for it. )
Kyle waves Siara hand down- "Nah.. cause then we'll have to mine the gold.. plus they may mind more then we need, and then we get more.."
DM: .
Kyle: (Now we take a long a break laying on the ground in darkness till me and Angel see there candle light, the half-elf will still need to see)
Siara: (Should I lure them out with flare?)
DM: (If you do that, they may not have finished their work)
DM: (just say the word and timeskip)
Kyle: (^^ ROUND)
Siara rubs at his temples. "This is a crazy idea. Crazy, foolish, idiotic... and it just might work. Just tell me when to light em up..." He grins to himself, a tinge of the insanity slipping into his conscious mind as he rubs at his right hand, building up the magic needed for a flare.
DM
As the time crawls on by, the sounds of mining continuing, Angel softly sings to herself in varying languages - one Common, another Elvish, and the last most likely Infernal. When she sings in Infernal, you can all feel creepy shivers crawling up and down your spines - the wolf even appears a bit disconcerted and picks himself up before wandering back up the passage way towards the room where the fight with the wolves took place. Rooke eventually hisses at Angel to try singing in Common so they can actually understand what she's saying, but his real reason is all-too-evident seeing as the Infernal was obviously freaking him out.
Her words are soft, so the words are still difficult to make out, but she seems happy enough waiting for the gnolls and half-elf to finish up.
DM: (Any random chitchat with the NPCs while we wait for Kitt? )
Siara: (♫My boot-scootin' baby is driiivin' me crazy; my obsession from a Western - my dance floor date...♫)
Siara: (OH, before I forget again)
Siara
(This is the song that distracted me and made me post as Raiden earlier. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HK1goBxYU80 )
DM: (oooh, catchy!)
Kyle "I Impresses myself sometimes.. but only sometimes.." (also it was a 13 for Trapmaking)
Kyle: (Ready for time gap!)
Siara: (So I had a legit reason to not pay attention earlier xD)
DM: (Post above, Kyle ^)
Kyle: (Kyle ain't saying anything about her singing)
DM: (okay, 'ere it comes, then!)
Kyle: (That is some creepy shit)
Siara shivers as he hears Angel's song, grinning to himself. "So dark, so beautiful..."
Kyle: (So be honest did my plan surprise you Vex and Kate? xD)
Siara: (Yeah, actually it did)
DM: Angel falls silent as they all hear the rough voices of the gnolls and the softer voice of the half-elf. The half-elf is obviously bearing the candle and softly laughing at something one of the gnolls said in their own language. She rounds the corner, her head turned back while she's still grinning at whatever the gnolls said, and she has no chance of seeing her ambushers without that short while. (Yup! I really thought about absent-minded bloodbath was coming.)
Kyle: (Just think if I had some oil or lamps, or barrels of things.. or a couple of extra crossbows xD I swear I haven't done this before!)
DM: (I figured you were maybe looking to make an explosive at first...)
Kyle: (I was.. anything, would gave me enough time I would have used the blood from the wolfs to make a sick puddle they would have to walk through hah)
DM: (Evil evil!)
DM: Angel softly murmurs to Kyle, drawing back on her string. "Want to fell her?"
Kyle is waiting on Angel mark to fire at the same time- "Oh yes please.. I have a thing for ironic moments.."
Kyle: (we both attack roll her?)
DM: (ok)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Siara: (Aww, I don't get to lure them out? xD)
Kyle: (no I want flat-footed Vex)
Kyle: ((17))
DM: (Both hit - no, but you can always throw a flare in their faces when they start running up!)
Kyle rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 8
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 5
Kyle: (12 damage)
DM: (Congratulations, we just shot a poor civvie with an hp total of 6. )
Kyle: (that's fine I got another going at the biggest Gnoll I can see)
DM: The half-elf never saw what hit her, one arrow imbedded in her head, the other in her throat as she suddenly slumps to the ground.
Siara holds up his right hand, glowing soft red with the built up magic. With a grin, he compresses the magic into his index, middle and ring fingers, ready to release the spell.)
DM: The female gnoll steps forward as the half-elf falls, a bark of surprise passing her lips. (Roll to hit, Kyle)
Kyle: (Can I rapid shot this next one?)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
DM: (yup)
Kyle: (16 with the rapid shot)
Kyle rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 8
Kyle: (12 damage again)
DM: (This is still flat-footed, isn't it?)
Kyle: (>,>)
Kyle: (Ya, considering my rapid attack happens on the same round)
Kyle: (Hot damn, I just did 24 damage)
DM: (yup! Oh dear...)
Kyle: (well 12 damage to the Gnoll.. just saying I rolled a 8 both times for damage xD)
DM: The gnoll screams as the arrows pierce her chest. She falls back, scrabbling around the corner. She growls and speaks in her harsh language. The male peeks around the corner before pulling his head back. You can hear him pulling his greataxe from his shoulders.
DM: (Greathammer, sorry)
DM: (... warhammer.)
Kyle yells down the hallway- "What's goin on sweet cheeks? Ready to hand little old me my gold?"
Kyle: me* )
DM: You hear something that sounds like she's dissing your mother.
Siara: (Oh snap xD)
Siara holds his arm out in front of Kyle, speaking softly but powerfully. "It's bait. Don't fall for it."
Kyle: (So what's happening now? I'm not moving, I'm trash talking.)
DM: Angel glances at Kyle briefly before putting another arrow to her bow. "Looks like we've got a bit of a problem - they're just going to hole up down there, not charge us... they realize they're in a bottleneck within that tunnel."
Siara: (Siara isn't moving until Raiden signals that they're coming up to the entrance, then I'm gonna try to blind them.)
Kyle: (I'm still laying on the bear's skin with my legs kicked up, Kyle that comfy)
DM: (Question... daggers, can they be thrown?)
Siara: (Yeah, 10ft)
Kyle: (10ft yes, very short range)
DM: (Hm-kay... we're a bit far for that. I'd imagine 30 ft to the tunnel bend from the rug.)
Kyle "They ain't that smart.. to them they think there is only like.. two of us, me and the elf.."
DM: Kyle's prediction seems to be true as the male suddenly throws himself out from cover and races up the hall, his warhammer ready to slam into any who oppose him! (Initiative!)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Kyle: (Trash talk check?)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
DM: (Ooh, trash talk check? There's such a thing?)
Kyle: (Yes and no, but if he is running up the hallway, me and Angel get to release our readied actions right?)
Siara: (First I can't lure them, then I don't have time to pop a flare in his face before he leaves the hall. Great.)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
DM: (No, you have time if you roll above him.)
Kyle: (15 Initiative )
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Siara: (Score xD)
DM: (19 for Rooke, 19 for Angel, 13 for Kruk the Gnoll, and I haven't rolled for Eruth the Gnoll yet.)
Siara: (With initiative, I get 21)
Kyle whistles to signal Rooke!
DM: (Raiden?)
Raiden rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
DM: (Siara, Rooke, Angel, Kyle, Kruk, Raiden, Eruth)
Siara: (Awesome xD)
Kyle gives Angel a smug smile- "Isn't this a great spot to have a picnic?"
DM: "I've had better spots picked for me!" Angel chuckles as she readies her bow.
Kyle: (All sweet, doesn't Flare give them -1 to skill checks, and saves?)
DM: Rooke is getting ready to pull back on the rope as the gnoll barrels up the corridor, he nods to Siara.
Siara: (Yeah)
Kyle: (Sweet.. that means the reflex save for the rope will be at -1)
DM: (Flare Dazzles one creature, giving them -1 on attack rolls)
Kyle: ( A dazzled creature takes a –1 penalty on attack rolls, Search checks, and Spot checks.)
DM: (Alrighty! Let's do this! )
Kyle: (oh well.. still)
Siara: (w)
DM: (It should do a penalty on saves, technically... HOMEBREW! -1 on saving throws, there we go!)
Kyle: (It's no biggy, I'm not that worried if this works or not. I think a rope trap requires a spot check to see it, and then like a DC 10 jump or just slowing down to walk over it. At this point I really don't care how you handle it. I just wanted to Kyle to be a smooth)
DM: (5 min brb!)
Siara holds up his right hand, glowing soft red with the built up magic. With a grin, he leans with his back against the wall next to the entrance to the tunnel. He calls out to them - "Sorry for deceiving you earlier." - then holds up three fingers, speaking softly, almost to himself as he listens to the gnoll's approach. "Three... Two... One..." He reaches his right hand out in front of the entrance, compressing all the magic into a single point an inch above his palm. "Showtime~♫" With a snap of his fingers, he releases the compressed magic, creating a brilliant flash of light directly in front of the gnoll as he's about to charge past.
Siara: (The opening to combat must be beautiful and set the stage for the rest of the performance, don'cha know~)
Kyle: (And to think, this was just with a tent.. I could made it into a net trap. Just wait till I get to buying random stuff with Kyle.)
Kyle: (Nice post also)
DM: (back!)
Kyle: (What's the save on Flare Vex?)
Siara: (Fortitude)
DM: (What am I aiming for?)
Kyle: (What do you cast off?)
Siara: (http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Flare )
Kyle: (Kate this is a long formula for magic so just.. if you want to know it I can tell you but, you'll forget probly)
Kyle: (Druids cast off Wisdom, what's you wisdom mod?)
Siara: (+2)
DM: (Kruk's wisdom mod is +3)
Kyle: (( Base 10 + Caster Lvl 2 + Wisdom +2 + Spell Level +0.. so he needs a 14 Fort save to not be Dazed))
DM: (Okay, ta!)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
DM: (oooh, no!)
DM: (21)
DM: (Wait, no, 20)
Kyle: (o,o damn.. that fort save is strong)
DM: (ya... 'tis)
Siara: (Christ, what level are these things?)
Kyle: (Doesn't matter we got this..)
DM: The gnoll shuts his eyes tightly as the light starts to flash before him, thus giving Rooke the opportunity to tug the rope as the beast continues to charge forwards.
DM: (We'll make it he needs a 15 ref save, how's that?)
Kyle: (sounds about right. ROUND)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
DM: (10 - trip him! YAY!)
Kyle: (Models prone have -4 AC, and are flat-footed I think)
Siara quickly retracts his hand so the gnoll doesn't try to take a blind swing at it.
DM: (Siara, Rooke, Angel, Kyle, Kruk, Raiden, Eruth)
DM: The gnoll trips over the rope as Rooke tugs the rope tightly. With a growl and a flail, Kruk rolls on the ground, lying prone on his back with his warhammer landing heavily on his chest as he rolls to a stop.
DM: (okay, so, lemme do the maths...)
DM: (Woah, nice low AC!)
DM: Rooke drops the rope, grabbing up his greatsword and swinging it down at Kruk's prone body.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
DM: (... damn.)
DM: Kruk managed to roll aside, dodging the sword as Rooke swung it down. He growls savagely, a green light in his eyes gleaming viciously.
Siara: (He misses and drives it into his own foot)
DM: (Haha! That would be so stupid... he's an experienced fighter! He knows better than that! But... maybe HE got dazzled... XD)
DM: Angel draws back on her bow's string before firing at Kruk.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 3
DM: The arrow thonks into Kruk's shoulder but he pulls it out without even so much as a yelp.
DM: (Kyle, Kruk, Raiden, Eruth, Siara, Rooke, Angel)
DM: .
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Kyle rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 2
Kyle: (6 damage)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Kyle: (8 to hit >,>)
DM: (Nup!)
Kyle: (I can never hit with that second shot. )
DM: (First got)
DM: Kruk takes one arrow to the side but manages to roll to avoid the next. He leaps to his feet and swings his warhammer at Rooke.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
DM rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 8
DM: (10 dam)
Kyle: (That's what Rooke get's for missing on a down foe)
Kyle: (*cough* Crit.. *cough*)
DM: (He gets another go, doesn't he?)
Kyle: (xD Rooke should have died haha)
DM: (With a crit?)
Kyle: (No it's x2 or x3 damage so the 8 would be 16)
DM: (So 18... damn!)
DM: (he's low health!)
Kyle: (Kate do you want me to point out every rule or not?)
Kyle: (I don't care, I'm just asking for you. Otherwise I feel like I'm ruining your game)
DM: The warhammer slams up into Rooke's ribcage. He gasps in pain as ribs give way beneath the warhammer's onslaught and he stumbles back, holding his ribs, his face going pale.
DM: (No, it's useful!)
Kyle: (When Kruk stands up, because Rooke is right there in range, he gets a free attack as he stands.)
DM: (I don't know enough yet to get iffy with you! Plus, it's always good as a reminder seeing as I'd likely forget even after a few years of doing this!)
DM: (... you have got to be kidding me! He gets another attack?)
Kyle: (Rooke does.. )
Kyle: (Cause standing up is a attack of oppurtuntiy )
DM: (Ah, okay... we'll have to skip over that now, though. His turn was a few goes ago!)
DM: (For a second there I thought you meant Kruk got another attack!)
DM: (Raiden's turn!)
Kyle: (It happens out of turn, as soons as he gives the chance for Rooke to jump on him. But he fumbled so who cares!)
DM: About this time, Eruth, the female gnoll, is heading up the corridor after Kruk, going to help him out!
Kyle yells at the top of his lungs- "RELEASE THE HOUNDS!"
DM: ( For you geeks http://www.deviantart.com/#/d5ihue1 )
DM: (SIARA?)
Siara: (sorry, was getting food)
Siara: (Can I attempt to trip the female as she comes running out?)
DM: (Yup!)
Raiden: (What are the rolls for that? Reflex save?)
Kyle: (And yup we both seen her art, Vex even got to play as her.. grrr)
Kyle: (Trip is a attack roll to hit first.)
Kyle: http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/Trip
DM: (See? I don't know this stuff. I need to to keep telling stuff! Eruth is no longer flat-footed.)
Raiden rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Raiden: (I do believe that's a hit.)
Kyle: (Make an unarmed melee touch attack against your target.)
DM: (That is a hit)
Kyle: (If your attack succeeds, make a Strength check opposed by the defender’s Dexterity or Strength check)
DM: (Oh boy, this is gonna hurt...)
Raiden: (STR15)
DM: (Do a roll)
Raiden rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Raiden: (HA)
DM: (Well, let's see if I roll a 1 for the sake of it!)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Kyle: (If you win, you trip the defender. If you lose, the defender may immediately react and make a Strength check opposed by your Dexterity or Strength check to try to trip you.)
DM: (Nup. You can't trip me. I'm awesome.)
DM: (Detail, then I'll tell you what Eruth does.)
Kyle: (You get a chance to trip the wolf now >,>)
Raiden senses the other female approaching, and dashes forward from the other side of the entrance, aiming to run through her legs as she comes out.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Raiden rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Raiden: (Yeah, NOW I get the good one)
Kyle: (The defender gets a +4 bonus on his check if he has more than two legs or is otherwise more stable than a normal humanoid.)
DM: (Raiden doesn't get tripped. )
DM: The female attempts to sweep her legs beneath the dog, but misses him.
Kyle: (So in the long run, your dog runs inbetween her legs perfectly!)
Raiden is moving too fast and misjudges his timing, weaving through her legs unharmed, but to no effect.
DM: (Right, so that was Eruth's attack... back to Siara!)
Kyle: (No no)
DM: (No?)
Kyle: (Her trip attack was FREE)
DM: (ohhh, lovely!)
Kyle: (If you lose, the defender may immediately react and make a Strength check opposed by your Dexterity or Strength check to try to trip you.)
Kyle: (^^^^)
DM: Eruth, her own eyes filled with malicious intent, snarls as she looks for a target. Her eyes settle on Angel and she snarls viciously before rushing forward with her sickle. Instead of attacking her outright, though, she moves to grapple Angel.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
DM: Angel tries to escape Eruth, but the gnoll grabs her, holding the girl's arms across her chest as she backs Angel up to her own chest.
DM: (Siara, Rooke, Angel, Kyle, Kruk, Raiden, Eruth)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Siara: (Ouch, double miss)
DM: (Oh-ho... Rooke)
Siara: (Fuck you, dice roller, fuck you so hard...)
DM: Rooke, fairly injured as he is, still moves to attack Kruk with his greatsword.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Kyle: (crit)
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 5
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 5
Kyle: (13)
DM: (Sure? +4 on that)
DM: (Crit is x2)
Kyle: (wait... 24)
DM: (Well thats lovely and awkward... he's stable, but can't fight!)
DM: Rooke's blade strikes true, the large gnoll getting skewered through the chest before falling off the blade. He holds his wound and lays on the ground panting and glaring at Rooke.
DM: (Angel...)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
DM: (Yeaaaahhh... Eruth still has her in that grapple.)
DM: (kyle!)
Kyle grunts having to stand up and calmly pull back a single arrow, slowly walking over to Kruk with it point directly at him- "Hey Sweet CHEECKS! Put her down or I'll end this ones life.."
Siara: (PRetty confident...)
Kyle: (pointed**)
Kyle: (to be evil.. or not to be evil..)
DM: Kruk growls at Eruth in the Gnoll language and she growls back but won't release Angel. Kruk speaks in Common to Kyle, snarling at him. "You will killllll either way, hume boy! Eruth will also killllll either way!" He bares his throat, inviting the arrow almost as he smiles macabrely at Kyle.
Siara: (Do it, Siara's done it, I'm waiting for Rooke and Angel to snap too xD)
Kyle gives Kruk a solid kick in the face to push him away- "Then just toss us my gold and you help your little lover here out, and we won't chase you.. No need for more blood spilled.." -Kyle says slowly letting his fingers give- "..Oh.. better hurry doll, my fingers are slipping much like your last chance.."
Kyle: (Kyle is Lawful Good! >,< )
Siara: (So? Siara's Neutral, but he dips back and forth)
Kyle: ( Really cause I only ever see ya dip backwards xD)
DM
Kruk doesn't budge, his snout bloodied by the kick to the face. He just continues to grin. "Eruth is not my maaate..."
Eruth agrees with a wide, evil smirk. She dips her head low to Angel's neck and sniffs at her. "I will kill her if you kill him, I will not release her."
Siara: (He was more good than not when he went scouting...)
Kyle sighs- "Ya forced my hand bitch.." -he says turning a snap shot at Eruth
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Kyle: (18)
DM: (There's a chance you'll hit Angel with that grapple she's in...)
Kyle: (Already did it, made my roll Kyle is sure he'll hit her)
DM: (Isn't there a percent roll you're meant to make?)
Kyle: (let me check some stuff)
Kyle: (You lose your Dexterity bonus to AC (if you have one) against opponents you aren’t grappling. (You can still use it against opponents you are grappling.))
DM: (ok)
DM: http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/Grapple
Siara just watches them discuss hits and percentages in amusement.)
Kyle: (If you shoot or throw a ranged weapon at a target engaged in melee with a friendly character, you take a –4 penalty on your attack roll. )
DM: (All right. In that case, is that 18 correct?)
Kyle: (I read grapple and ranged attacks, there is nothing but the -4 to hit for shooting into melee, but I have the feat that lets me shoot into melee)
DM: (Ahhh, alright. That was a hit, then.)
DM: (roll dam)
Kyle: (16! my bad)
DM: (oohh, sorry)
Kyle: (Does 16 hit her Flat-footed?)
DM: (She's not flat-footed anymore)
Kyle: (Grapple people don't have Dex mod to AC but the person they are grappling)
DM: (Then that would hit...)
Kyle: (I'm sorry! >,< )
DM: (Hehe!)
DM: (Roll dam)
Kyle: (I posted it from the site above..)
Kyle rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 2
Kyle: (6 damage)
Kyle: (You lose your Dexterity bonus to AC (if you have one) against opponents you aren’t grappling. )
DM
Eruth yips as the arrow catches her arm, but she doesn't release her hold on Angel. She snarls and grins snidely at Kyle. "Oh, careful loverboy... might hit your girlfriend next time!"
Just as she's saying this, Kruk reaches into one of the pouches on his belt, unpops a cork to a vial and gulps it down!
DM rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 2
DM rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 7
Kyle: (Now I feel bad, for shoving rules around)
DM: The hole in Kruk's chest starts mending itself together. (Raiden's turn!)
DM: (You should feel more bad for not killing Kruk while you had the chance! )
DM: (He just drank some of your potential loot!)
DM: (Raiden!)
Raiden: (Is there any bonus for a back attack?)
Kyle: (Can't do that.. plus if I wanted too, the RULES say drinking a potion provokes attacks, meaning the dog, Rook, and Vex would all get a free chance to kill him.)
Kyle: (xP )
DM: (You can't do that? Why not?)
Kyle: (You can, just remember.. when someone is next to you, if you do something that leaves yourself weak.. Like drinking a potion, drawing a weapon, casting a spell, standing up.. ect.. if anyone is 'threatening you' they get one free chance to hit you)
DM: (Okay, we'll go with it anyhow.)
Kyle: (It's a HUGE set of things I'm not dealing with you guys, cause this is just fun. Next time you get a chance just read 'Attack of Oppurtutiy' section)
Kyle: (Nah it's fine, moar fighting better)
DM: (Yeah, I read it a while ago... I obviously need to sharpen up a bit! Raiden's question!)
DM: (Any bonus for a back attack?)
Raiden: (So there's still no bonus for a basic back attack, not a flank?)
Kyle: (He is flanked, so +2)
Siara: (Oh, okay)
Raiden rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Raiden: (19 to hit)
Kyle blows air out of his mouth- "Pfff~ You think I'ld leave that to chance.. I never miss.."
DM: (Who you hitting?)
DM: (it's a hit either way)
Raiden: (Wait, if I jump on his back to try to bite his neck, is that a hit roll or grapple check?)
Kyle: (I should just shot Kruk in the leg)
Kyle: (If your biting it's a hit roll)
Kyle: (Your not holding him are you?)
Kyle: (ROUND)
Raiden: (For a ride, if nothing else xD I just intended to jump on him, bite him, then get off)
DM: (You're attacking Kruk?)
DM: (I think that's just an attack roll)
Raiden: (...him, right. Her, Esther or whatever)
Raiden: (The intention was still the same - jump on her and get a bite in her neck, try to draw her attention away from Angel, then run like hell)
DM: (Kruk - male, or Eruth - fem? I'm so confused! XD But okay, go for it!)
Raiden: (Eruth)
DM: (Roll damage)
Siara rolled a die. The die showed: 5
Siara: (
Raiden: (Works for me)
DM: (oh, sweet! Detail!)
Raiden: (Kill?)
DM: (no, sorry... not yet!)
Raiden: (Close enough :3)
Raiden: (w)
Raiden runs forward and takes a flying leap towards the female beastman, curling his paws to hold onto her shoulders. Rearing back, he opens his jaws wide, then chomps down on the side of Eruth's neck like a vice, shaking his head viciously and digging in deeper until his teeth meet. He then pulls away ferociously with a piece of her neck in his mouth and jumps down, landing near Siara, huffing and growling over his prize.
DM: Eruth screeches in pain. She knows she's going down as soon as someone touches her again. She releases Angel from the grapple, her eyes filling with Rage as she swings her sickle at the girl...
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
DM: (... nooooo!)
DM: Angel manages to stumble away from Eruth before the sickle can connect with her.
Siara: (She lets go of the sickle accidentally and beans Kruk in the head with it)
DM: (Ahaha! Eugh, now I've really put Eruth in a pickle, letting her rage...)
DM: (Back to Siara! Remember, you have the opportunity for a free attack on Kruk seeing as he drank a potion. His AC, since he's on the ground, is -4)
Kyle: (and +4 vrs range attacks!)
DM: (Yup!)
Siara: (Which I don't have, because, you know, scimitars.)
Siara: (Alright, let's roll four times xD
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Siara: (9 and 5)
Siara: (Free attack misses, apparently)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Siara: (16 and 7)
Siara: (So one of them hits)
DM: (Neither, sorry mate!)
DM: (Oh wait, duh!)
Siara: (Whaaat?)
DM: (yeah, 16 hits!)
Siara: (I was gonna say... >.>)
Siara rolled a die. The die showed: 6
DM: (yeah, sorry... XD I forgot the -4 AC)
Siara: (
DM: (... it's like these two beast-heads are twins! Their HPs are always matching!)
DM: (Not for long though!)
DM: (Do your detail, then I'll do Rooke)
Kyle: (Can I start bragging yet?)
DM: (Ehh, you really want to? Something bad might happen, like... a cavein)
Kyle: (I really do find it fitting for Kyle to say something!)
DM: (Dude! You play your character! XD)
Kyle: (makin noodles )
DM: Eruth growls angrily at Angel, her eyes flaring with fury, knowing that she will most likely be dead before she can try to strike the girl again.
Siara slides over to the male on the ground and attempts to skewer him, growling as he misses three times. With a frown, he waits for an opening and drives one of his blades into the male's hip, near where he would assume his kidney to be. Balancing lightly on one foot, he brings his right heel down in an axe kick on the hilt, driving the blade deeper before pulling it back out. "Shoulda just let me stick you a few times."
DM: Kruk grunts with pain, holding his hip with one hand while moving to try and dodge whatever attack might come next...
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 3
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 2
DM: Rooke smashes his blade down into the gnoll's chest once more. The gnoll's grin returns as his eyes turn glassy. He croaks out something in Gnoll before his eyes film over with death and his body shudders in death throes.
DM: Angel dropped her longbow during the grapple so reaches into her boot and withdraws a dagger. She grabs the back of the female gnoll's head and rams the dagger into her throat.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
DM: Eruth turns her head just in time, slipping free of Angel and avoiding the blade.
DM: (Kyle, Raiden, Eruth, Siara, Rooke, Angel)
Kyle: (Hmm)
Kyle: "If you to ladies are done.. I'm ready to go.." -he says aiming his longbow
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Kyle: (11 >,> *grumples*)
DM: (N'aww! Raiden!)
Kyle: (I gtg cya later)
DM: (Aw, bye!)
DM: (Raiden, see if you can kill Eruth!)
DM: (I'll leave loot to next time we play. )
Raiden rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Raiden: (Nope)
DM: (... Eruth is very lucky.)
DM: (Keep playing until Eruth is killed!)
Siara: (Just between Rai and Sia?)
DM: Eruth seems to be dodging attacks effortlessly. Her eyes, still full of rage, lock onto Angel once more and she again attempts to attack the young tiefling with her sickle.
DM: (And the NPCs)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Siara: (Got it)
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 2
DM: (7...)
DM: (9, actually...)
DM: Angel screams shrilly as the sickle slices through her belly, blood pooling out onto her dress as her hands move to try and stop the flow of blood. Eruth grins darkly, a malicious gleam in her eyes.
DM: (Siara, Rooke)
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Siara: (Shit roller, holy crap)
DM: (Tell me anyways)
DM: (She's -2 AC at the moment)
DM: (She's in a barbarian rage)
Siara: (5 and 6 >.>)
DM: (Aw, gosh!)
DM: Rooke crosses the distance and swings his greatsword at the gnoll's head, hoping to strike the last blow...
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
DM: (... you've gotta be kidding me.)
DM: (THIS WOMAN JUST WON'T DIE!)
Siara: (I'm telling you, this roller hates us)
DM: (We're gonna have to resume this and have Kyle hopefully kill her! XD)
DM: (OH WAIT!)
DM: (Angel is before Kyle!)
DM: Angel takes her dagger and yells at the gnoll in Infernal, the dark shivers crawling up everyone's backs as she speaks in the dark tongue... and then slices her dagger across the gnoll's throat...
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
DM: (YES!)
DM: (no point in rolling dam, the gnoll had only 1 hp left. -.-)
Siara almost drops his blades as Angel screams
DM: Angel watches as the gnoll falls back lifeless on the ground, the deep slash across her throat having splurted crimson blood out all over Angel. She looked quite the macabre creature, blood dripping from her golden horns. "Ah... heh," she softly says, then abruptly sits down to investigate her wounds.
Raiden runs and hides behind Siara's legs
DM: (*pants* That fight took forever!!! And you wanted to know what level they were, didn't you...?)
Siara: (Yeah Siara: (DM: (Eruth was a level 1 barbarian. Kruk was a level 2 barbarian. -.-)
Siara: (Dafuq)
DM: (Exactly. The huge trap plan had me giggling, you guys were so spooked of these low level guys... and they did a lot of damage in return to Rooke and Angel!)
DM: (Rooke and Angel are both at 4 hp)
DM: (Rooke usually has 22, Angel usually has 13)
Siara: (And me with only one cure spell left. fml)
DM: (Heh heh, ah well... Angel has a health potion I'm sure she'll use. Plus, there's loot next time we play! I'll tell you guys what were on the bodies. For now... I need sleep! This was fun!)
Siara: (We better get that gold and get out, or at least find a place where Siara can rest and recharge to heal everyone)
DM: (Goodnight Vex!)
DM: (*waves and falls asleep*)
Siara: (Naito)

Session 6 (22nd October 2012)

DM: .
DM: Hmmmm'
Oak: mmmmh?
DM: Hm!
DM: *pulls up Character sheets*
Oak: Find anything cool?
DM: Eruth seems to be dodging attacks effortlessly. Her eyes, still full of rage, lock onto Angel once more and she again attempts to attack the young tiefling with her sickle. Angel screams shrilly as the sickle slices through her belly, blood pooling out onto her dress as her hands move to try and stop the flow of blood. Eruth grins darkly, a malicious gleam in her eyes. Angel takes her dagger and yells at the gnoll in Infernal, the dark shivers crawling up everyone's backs as she speaks in the dark tongue... and then slices her dagger across the gnoll's throat... She watches as the gnoll falls back lifeless on the ground, the deep slash across her throat having splurted crimson blood out all over Angel. She looked quite the macabre creature, blood dripping from her golden horns. "Ah... heh," she softly says, then abruptly sits down to investigate her wounds. Siara almost drops his blades as Angel screams, Raiden runs and hides behind Siara's legs.
DM: Yup, I know lotsa cool stuff.
DM lurks.
Oak: ...........
DM: ....
DM: I'm gonna have to dump Angel's real name on you guys.
Oak: (NEVAR
DM: XD!
Oak: (From here on out, I will nickname all your NPC forcing you keep there real name hidden and use my funny cute names)
DM: (Ah, okay! Lead on!)
Oak: (Why is Angel screams?)
Oak: (Vex isn't here..)
DM: (She screamed with pain first from the attack, then she yelled in Infernal at Eruth before brutally killing her. *nods*)
DM: (Yeah, I know... we need to fix that!)
Raiden joined the chat 12 seconds ago
Siara joined the chat
DM: (Hi, you 'two')
DM: http://www.footstepsofghosts.com/t4551-e...
Oak: (You got limited timing but still want to play xD your hooked bad )
Raiden: (I think Death Blossom Elise will only be available for Halloween, it's not even available on beta yet but all the other skins are)
DM: (I'm not! I could totally not do this if I wanted to! But I want to. But I mean... if you guys didn't wanna do this, I could do that. Wait... I mean, if you guys didn't wanna play, I'd be okay with it...)
DM: (*utterly confuses self*)
Oak: (wELL ROUND then I can play SORRY)
DM: (Okay)
DM: (Siara, wanna put any reaction up to the deaths and stuff? )
Siara: (I might)
Siara regains his normal level of sanity and sighs. "...well, that was quite the mess." He reaches out with his right hand, beckoning Angel to come closer as he fills his hand with green light.
Shea joined the chat
DM: Angel carefully stands, her fingers coated in her own blood and the darker blood of the gnoll as she holds her belly. She wanders over to Siara and patiently waits for him to do whatever he is going to do. "I can mend my dress," she says quietly.
DM: (Hello you!)
Shea: (Hallos!)
DM: (We had another session between now and the last time you were in here. They got into the cave, killed some wolves, killed a half-elf, and killed some gnolls...)
Shea: (I missed all the good stuff then. oh wells.)
DM: (They get loot this session. It'll be a short one.)
DM: (The history's there in the link above if you wanna read!)
Siara waves his hand back and forth for a moment. "But that's hardly what I'm going to do." He stops, then points at Angel's wound, sending tendrils of green light spiraling to her, imbuing it with natural healing magic. (Cure Light)
Siara rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 3
Siara: (4)
Siara "That should help at least ease the pain, if not close it entirely."
DM: Angel watches as the skin melds back together, leaving only a small amount of bruising as the skin heals completely. She gently pokes at her skin as the magic continues to do its work to a certain point before disappearing. Glancing up at Siara, she flashes him a soft grin of appreciation before holding her own hand over the tear in her dress where the sickle cut through the fabric and into her skin. She utters soft words in Infernal, the same darkness as before closing heavily until she falls silent. She lets her hand drop to her side - the blood on the dress disappeared and the tear had mended itself.
DM: Rooke is sitting down, examining his own wounds. He seems to be just as hurt as Angel was, but not too concerned about any of it. He rummages in his pack before bringing the vial out and tipping the contents down his throat.
DM rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 5
DM rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 2
Oak takes a quick step forward with a single hand out toward the pair and see the eerie lights and stops in mid step before turning his head and glance over in Rooke's direction- "Ehh.. ya'll alright though, right?" -trying to not look to useless and collecting his arrows shaking off the dark feeling
Oak rolled a die with 100 sides. The die showed: 70
Oak rolled a die with 100 sides. The die showed: 28
DM: (Don't try fooling us! We know who you are, Kyle!)
Oak rolled a die with 100 sides. The die showed: 27
Oak rolled a die with 100 sides. The die showed: 55
Oak rolled a die with 100 sides. The die showed: 63
Oak rolled a die with 100 sides. The die showed: 35
Oak: (3 out of 6 recovered!)
Oak changed name to Kyle
Kyle: (Better?)
DM: (Yup! Do you have any clue how many arrows Angel shot off...?)
Kyle: (3)
DM: (Ta!)
DM rolled a die with 100 sides. The die showed: 85
DM rolled a die with 100 sides. The die showed: 93
DM rolled a die with 100 sides. The die showed: 88
DM: (Full recovery!)
DM: Angel moves about, collecting her arrows before glancing down the hall at the one she shot into the half-elf. She seems a little uncertain, but pads down the hallway and crouches next to the half-elf before carefully pulling the arrow from her throat. She wipes the arrow on the half-elf's tunic, then glances back up the passage. "We should check to see if anything useful is on them... apart from the gold, I mean."
Kyle: (searching!)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
DM: (And on who?)
Kyle: (5!)
Kyle: (Umm.. the chick)
DM: (Eruth...)
Siara leans against the wall near the mouth of the tunnel, somewhat exhausted. "I'm out of higher magic. Let's get what we need and go."
Kyle spits as soon as he hears Siara speak- "We'll be fine without it.. Don't need any more crutches. And you can always help this go faster if you start looking too."
DM: Eruth wears leather armor and a wooden shield that she left hanging off her arm most of the fight. At her belt, you see a whip and in her hand is her sickle. Her belt appears to be finely crafted, made from some sort of beasthide but has strange little carvings on it in what appear to be actual silver detailing. It seems unusual for a gnoll with generally below-par gear to have such a beautiful belt. THe carvings are artful, not really depicting anything in particular, but pretty none the less. At her hip, you find a vial strapped to her fur.
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Raiden rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
DM: (On Kruk or the half-elf?)
Raiden: (Rai on half-elf, Sia on Kruk)
Kyle gathers up the belt, sickle, and vial quickly rolling them up with the Bear hide and tieing it up into a bundle with the whip.- "This one is clean.. I'm undressing her thought, no leather worth that cost.. ehh"
DM
Kruk wears studded leather armor. He has his warhammer beside him and his dagger still in his belt. His belt is drab in comparison to the one that Kyle managed to grab up, just a standard utility belt. In his ear, you find a gold earring (yes, gold), and you can feel some sort of magic surrounding it now that the battle has died down, but you're not sure what. He has two vials at the back of his belt and a decorative wooden band at the base of his tail. You, if glancing over at Kyle, can feel a new magic presence on him.
The half-elf has little of value. She wears leather armor and still has her dagger in her belt. She has a folded up note in her back pocket and a piece of red ribbon tying her blonde hair in a braid. She has one vial.
DM: Angel wanders back to Kyle, trying to wipe the blood off her hands. In the end, she crouches down next to Eruth and wipes her hands on the gnoll's clothing to get off the blood. She rips off a small portion of the clothing so she can use it to clean her face and horns of blood.
DM: Rooke just sits by on the floor with his greatsword across his knees and the empty vial in his fingers as he watches the others.
Kyle looks around with a puzzled face looking to each and everyone- "Well, anyluck? They were mining gold you said Siara, not just sitting down there right? Who's got the gold?"
Shea: (sorry, dad was showing me a video. now I'll just sit here quietly anyway xD)
DM: (You haven't seen any gold on them except that earring of Kruk's)
DM: Raiden, down at the end of the tunnel with the half-elf, would be able to see a bucket turned over and pieces of ore scattered across the floor and into the room as if Kruk had tossed the bucket back into the room. Not really hiding it, but definitely making it hard for a quick getaway with the gold ore...
Raiden: (writing for both, one sec xD)
Raiden sniffs over the half-elf, searching for anything of value, pulling the dagger from its sheath and the ribbon from her hair, then nudging her over to look for anything on her back. Spotting the note, he yips softly to indicate that there's something there, then pads farther into the cave. As he rounds the corner, he spots the bucket of gold and yowls with delight.
Siara looks over the male, keeping his eye on the warhammer. He senses magic from somewhere, but it's not from the hammer, that much is sure. "Well, he won't be needing them..." He reaches over to grab the earring, pulling his hand back in surprise as he feels magic on it. "...aha." He pulls the earring off, tucking it into his pack happily along with the belt and vials, as well as the wooden band on Kruk's tail. He looks at Kruk's tail for a moment, then shrugs and turns around to look at Kyle. "Probably farther in." He looks up the tunnel, then back to Kyle. "Like I said. Now what did you get?"
DM: Rooke pulls himself to his feet, sheathing his blade before wandering down the hall to Raiden. He glances at what the dog was looking at, then crouches down to give Raiden a good scratch behind the ears. "Good dog," he praises him before moving forward to right the bucket. He then starts collecting the spilled gold ore.
Kyle has already rolled all the random assortment of items into a nice bundle with the bear's skin, and safely tucked the vial away. Turning back with the roll tucked under his arm he takes several large strides down the tunnel to make sure there is no more.- "Good.. good, we got the gold that's all that really matters. Everything I found in here, nothing but junk really, and simple farmer tools.."
DM: Angel starts disassembling the trap that Kyle and Rooke put together, giving back the rope to Kyle and trotting down the passage to pile the tent picks back into Rooke's tent pack as he keeps collecting the ore.
DM: (40 mins)
Siara: (?)
Siara: (Oh, nvm)
DM: ( )
Kyle: (She timing herself, trying to get faster at DMing. )
Kyle: https://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-a...
DM: ( too cute! XD)
Siara: "Fine, ignore me... You've got something with magic in there though, and I do want to know what it is." He moves over to the female and tucks away the dagger, keeping the ribbon handy and slipping the note from the half-elf's back pocket. He looks at it for a moment, then sits and takes a moment to weave the ribbon into his own hair to keep it from billowing everywhere. After tying it in a small knot to hold it together, he stands and stretches, calling down the tunnel. "Got something for you guys when you're done back there."
DM: "Almost done!" Rooke calls back. "Our doggy-headed friends just made a mess down here. Cleaning it up!"
Kyle: (https://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-s...
DM: (Wow!)
Shea: (http://www.google.com.au/imgres?q=memeba...
DM: (Whoot whoot!)
Siara: (http://puu.sh/1hsGt )
Siara: (http://puu.sh/1hsGt )
DM: (I read it right, mwahahaa!)
Kyle would quick toss the whole roll to Siara rather roughly for his chest- "Magic?! ..Just take the junk then, rather not get stuck with a curse that kills my first born child.." -he says with a disguested look, moving to exit waiting on the rest to finish, and takes his rope back from Angel- "Thank Angel.." (Is Rooke done yet?)
DM
Rooke comes back up the passage lugging a heavy bucket full of gold ore. "Gosh, it's heavier than it looks..." he grunts.
Angel blinks owlishly at Kyle, then slightly tilts her head. "You really don't like magic, do you...? Sorry about earlier then, healing you..."
Siara: (You never said which of the items was magic, did you?)
DM: (Nup! Also, did you read that note?)
Kyle: (https://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-a...
DM:

Spoiler:

DM: (Hehe! Cute!)
Siara: (He glanced over it. And I kinda need to know which of the items has the magic. xD)
Siara: (http://puu.sh/1hsJx )
DM: (The belt)
DM: (25 mins)
Kyle finishes rounding out the rope with a small chuckle and smirk- "I just rather make sure I know what I'm dealing with before hand, no need to say your sorry.."
Kyle: (https://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-a...
Kyle: (sorry feeling spammy)
DM: (I bet you feel like doing that sometimes...)
Kyle: (ROUND SORRY AGAIN)
Siara catches it with a soft grunt, gently unrolling it to look over the items, holding his hand over each one. "That one." He removes the belt and holds it up for Kyle to see. "This has the magic. The rest is safe." He folds the belt gently and sets it in his pack as well, making sure it doesn't touch the earring, then rolls the skin and contents up once more and heaves it back at Kyle. He then moves to sit by the male gnoll and the warhammer, feeling around the cavern for any kind of plants or roots that might be nearby.
Siara: (Are there any?)
Kyle adds in a quick thing- "Push Angel.. chicks did scars.. "
Shea: (i read 'chuckle' from Kitt's entry and thought it was 'chicken'.. )
Siara: (http://d24w6bsrhbeh9d.cloudfront.net/pho... )
Shea: ( it's just one of those nights)
DM: You can sense plants down another passageway that the wolf didn't indicate. You discover he's gone now - he must have left before the fight, seeing as you haven't seen him since. The passageway is fairly short, a cave-in having squashed it down to a deadend, but you can see a thick, heavy root coiling down from the ceiling. It is yet to touch the ground beneath it.
Siara: (I don't need them for magic, was just gonna have the roots cover the bodies and help them decompose)
DM: "Scars are kind of attractive..." Angel looks at Siara curiously, then scratches behind her neck. "You guys aren't big on the risk-taking are you? Despite liking scars and all... are neither of you gonna try on that belt?"
DM: (Ah, nah, nothing like that.)
Siara: (Well I could still bend the root down to pick them up and sorta inter them into the ground over the cave.)
DM: (Yup, you could. But do you have the spells left to do that?)
Siara: (I could burn the last two lv0 slots for it)
Siara: (There aren't spells to control plants offensively until 7th or 8th, I think)
DM: (Up to you! Angel is eyeing you guys like you're sissies. )
DM: (12 mins)
Siara shrugs. "If you want to try it on, by all means, be our guest. But you generally don't put on strange magic items until you know what they do. They might have a magic trap installed." He presses his palm to the dirt floor, sending out a pulse of green energy, waiting, then nods. "Found one." He moves back to the half-elf and picks her up gently. "Found one. Hey Raiden, can you take the half-elf to the next tunnel over? I'll get them to help me with the gnolls."
Raiden nods and stands up, taking a wide stance to prepare for the body.
DM: Angel seems intrigued by the belt, but doesn't say anything further on the matter despite the curiosity burning in her eyes. Rooke puts down the bucket of gold ore before moving to Kruk's body and lifting him up underneath the arms. "Where did you want this, Siara?"
DM: (9mins)
Siara lays the half-elf on Raiden's back, then flags Kyle over to Kruk. "Would you help her carry him into the next tunnel? I'll have Rooke help me with the female."
DM: Rooke dumps Kruk at Kyle and Angel's feet, then moves over to Eruth's body and takes her shoulders, waiting for Siara to take her feet.
DM: Angel prepares to take Kruk's feet, but whispers to Kyle in a crafty voice: "Bet you two pieces of gold ore you're too scared to try that belt on!" She playfully winks at him.
DM: (6 mins)
Siara picks up the female's feet, then starts backing into the tunnel after Raiden. When they're under the root, he sets her down lightly. "Here is fine."
Kyle is back! And fine with taking what loot was thrown to him.- "I don't take risk, I just like I shot at her while she was holding you Angel.. I knew I would make the shot, save ya, and that this trap would work. What did you really want to watch me mine all that gold? I would have gotten all sweaty and stuff.." -Kyle says backing up holding both arms out- "Oh now come on, you really think that's going to work on me Angel? That you can goat me into being your experiment." -he snatches the belt and thrown's it own closing his eyes
Raiden sits down, letting the half-elf slide off his back next to the female gnoll.
DM: (... it worked? Oh dear...)
Raiden: (That worries me.)
DM: Rooke puts up a finger to warn Siara of the belt being grabbed, but it's too late...
Shea: (thats the way to test a potentially dangerous magically enhanced item. get someone else to put it on)
Siara gasps softly in surprise. "Hey! Don't put- ...well dang."
DM
Angel's eyes widen as she stares at Kyle, dropping Kruk's feet as her hands start moving up to her mouth as if to cover it. Kyle, you feel yourself shrink a little in height... strange tingly feelings cross your body, originating around your chest area and thighs. Your butt feels a bit weird too... Your chest feels squashed slightly within your armor.
Siara, you see a rapid transformation take place. Kyle, handsome as he is... is suddenly very pretty instead. Kyle has just rapidly changed into a woman.
DM: (Tada!)
Siara: (HA! I KNEW IT!)
DM: (Changes: Everything, Kyle turns into a more feminine version of himself! Clothes stay masculine, as does the haircut. Any facial hair promptly falls out.)
Shea: (oh dude. what.)
DM: (MWAHAHA!!!)
Siara: (Belt of Femininity/Masculinity)
Shea: (AWESOMMME.)
Kyle takes a moment to look himself over taking a pose- "Well.. at least now I can get Siara off my ass.." -Kyle says taking off the belt (does it change me back now?)
DM: (Nope!)
Siara: (Just like OotS)
Shea: (Haha!)
DM: Angel looks haunted, just staring. Her hands are now over her mouth and her eyes as wide as saucers. Rooke is just staring too, his jaw slightly off-center as he tries to take in what he saw. He coughs and scratches behind his head. "Uhm, so... this is very interesting!"
DM: (That's what I based it on, yup! *giggles at Kitt*)
Kyle: (Well then I think this is a amazing spot to stop )
DM: (Yup! I have to sleep!)
DM: (Was fun, guys! Murrhurrhurr...)
DM: (*waves goodnight*)
Shea: (Night, Kate.)
Siara lets out an exasperated sigh. "Oh, for Hextor's sake... I told you not to put it on, but noooooooo, the druid clearly doesn't know what he's talking about..." He shakes his head slowly, rubbing at his temples. "Just put the male down next to the female and get out."
Kyle: (Now wait....)
Kyle: Heading to FoG!
Shea left the chat 7 seconds ago
DM: (I wonder what we're waiting for...? *shrugs and goes to bed*)

Session 7 (26th October 2012)

Oak: (Also I'm still recovering so I may be a tad slower then normal)
Kate: (Recovering?)
Siara: (Hungover)
Shea: Some blacksmith sent the gang to an old mine to gather some gold for him to make a precious item for one of his cutomers. There, they encountered a pack of wolves and some bandits. Karl tried on a magic belt and gave himself boobs and they found th gold, finally.
Oak: (I told ya I deprived my brain of oxygen earlier)
Kate: (Oh. Heh)
Shea: Tada.
Kate: Kyle, and yup!
Oak: Karl.. my real name almost xD
Shea: Kyle! I thought it may have been wrong
Oak changed name to Kyle
Shea: close xD
Kate: You guys wanna get started? I needa see where you guys end up so I can bring Nanteu in.
Kate
Angel looks haunted, just staring. Her hands are now over her mouth and her eyes as wide as saucers. Rooke is just staring too, his jaw slightly off-center as he tries to take in what he saw. He coughs and scratches behind his head. "Uhm, so... this is very interesting!"
Siara lets out an exasperated sigh. "Oh, for Hextor's sake... I told you not to put it on, but noooooooo, the druid clearly doesn't know what he's talking about..." He shakes his head slowly, rubbing at his temples. "Just put the male down next to the female and get out."
Kyle: Karlton is my real name lol
Shea: No one knows my name xD Only Twist. And Raptor, if he can remember it. (Kate knows who I'm talking about)
Kate: (TwisterZaraku and Raptorman?)
Shea: (Yup.)
Kate: (Nobody knows my name.)
Shea: (Kate? '>>)
Kate: (Nope!)
Kyle: (Jes)
Kate: ('Tis fake.)
Shea: (Heh.)
Kate: (Kate Orchix = Kotorchix)
Kate: (Shea is a Jess type...)
Kyle: (Is it Jessica, or Jessie or some form of Jess)
Shea: (i think you've told me that before, actually. that kate is a pen-name)
Shea: (No where near Jess. It's unusual. Think She-)
Kate: (SIARA! Come back so we can play!)
Siara: (w)
Kate: (Sheana? Sheila!)
Shea: (Sheila xD No!)
Kyle: shelly?
Shea: (Close, kitt)
Kate: (Ehh, sheila!)

Shea revealed real name in here. Removed.

Siara: (When it's done, and when everyone is out of the tunnel, I'll post)
Shea: (^^)
Kate: (... it's so cute! *squeaks!* Sorry!)
Shea: (No ones ever reacted that way xD
Kate: (*quickly hides this part from history*)
Kate: (****** is the name I reserved for the cutest sylvanians...)
Shea: (Hehe)
Kyle: The shock was delayed as Kyle quickly undid the belt and tossing it to the ground waiting for the hex to vanish and restore his body. He stood there a good moment with his arms out and head staring at his own chest, waiting for something to happen.- "Come on... any moment now.. Isn't this how magic works or do I need to find a toad to kiss or something? Ahh COME ON!" -he exclaimed snatching up the belt from the ground and moving over to a rock and laying it flat- "Fine, fine.. I got it.. If I break the cursed item, the spell breaks.." -Kyle says, reaching for his hatchet.
Kyle: (Tis a good name)
Kate: Angel reaches out and catches Kyle's hand. "No, no! It may cause more harm than good... don't touch it again for a while. Just wrap it up..."
Kate: Angel reaches out and catches Kyle's hand. "No, no! It may cause more harm than good... don't touch it again for a while. Just wrap it up..."
Kate: (eek, sorry)
Kate: Rooke frowns a bit, then comes over and grabs the dead gnoll from them and dumps it next to the female so Angel and Kyle won't have to bother. "Guess we're gonna have to change your name, Kyle... ee."
Kate changed name to DM
Kyle can be seen visibly biting his lip restraining himself before tossing the belt at Angel's feet- "Fine, I heard ya the first time.. Well let's now waste more time, finding some magical wizard that cure me from this blight, before I becomes stuck like this.."
Siara sighs softly. "I'm still waiting for you to leave, you know." He makes a shooing motion with one hand. "Go on, out of the tunnel. Unless you want to be buried alive."
DM
Angel is quiet for a moment, then bends down and picks the belt up. She holds it in her hands, turning it over a few times before biting her own lip. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't think you'd actually... Sorry."
Rooke watches them for a moment, then points at the 'female' gnoll. "If she was wearing it, she must really be a guy... a curse usually breaks straight after death from what I've heard, unless..." He shuffles away from Siara and frowns, heading up the corridor back towards where they fought the wolves earlier.
Kyle is leaving the mine hastly and stomping!
Siara: Once everyone was out of range, he would sink to one knee behind the bodies, his hands on the ground in front of him. "Ruuta... Viina... Exhausted bodies, they need a place to sleep..." Raiden's light would disappear, and a pulse of green energy would flash across the ground. As it washed over the corpses, they would glow light green. The wave of energy would climb the walls, centering on a large root that was poking through the ceiling and filling it with the same green light. "Deliver the bodies to the earth, that they may be reused... Life's Interrment." The energy that made the root glow would fade to black, but creaking and groaning would be heard, like a tree blowing in the wind. If the party were able to see what was happening, they would see more roots extending from the large root reaching down to curl around the softly glowing bodies, slowly lifting them to the ceiling. He quickly draws his blade and makes a swift cutting motion in front of him as the bodies rise past him, then resheathes his blade. The glow from the bodies would gradually disappear as they were drawn into the earth above the tunnel, and another pulse of green energy washes over the walls. Raiden's light flickers back on, weaker now that he's almost out of magic, and slinging his pack back over his shoulder before walking back out to meet the party, giving Kyle a once-over. "I did warn you."
DM: (Right outside or just into the wolf room?)
Siara: (As long as they're not in the tunnel.)
Kyle: (Wolf room! WALL OF TEXT)
DM: (MURRHURRHURR)
DM
Wolf 4 is lying next to the broken bodies of his pack members, his head on the ground and eyes watching the adventurers. He doesn't seem too happy or too ticked with seeing them. Angel is holding the belt and looking exceedingly nervous, but Rooke... Rooke seems almost amused. He places a hand on Kyle's shoulder.
"Don't worry... it'll wear off, I bet. Like I said, the curse wasn't instantly broken for the dead body of the gnoll, so I reckon it's just a matter of time. Maybe a few hours, maybe a few days... who knows?"
DM: (Still with us, Shea?)
Raiden joined the chat
Shea: (yeah, i'm sill here. keep in mind i may have to leave soon though, but I should be back after)
Kyle: (The dinners at 7pm)
Siara glances down to the wolf. "You can come with us again, if you... Hmm." He scratches the back of his head, remembering that he doesn't have any more magic for Speak with Animals, then looks to Raiden. "You do it."
Shea: (yeah, usually. it's 6:38 now)
DM: (Ok)
Raiden pads over to the wolf and licks his muzzle gently, speaking in soft growls. "If there's nothing left for you here, you can come with us if you want."
DM: The wolf flattens his ears to his head. "I will find something elsewhere. Two-legs do not care for beasts like me. I have no spark-fire as you."
DM: (quick brb)
Kyle roughly shrugs off Rooke's hand not wanting if and buts, he wanted his manhood back, and wanted it now.- "Nah.. I'll be fine, just got to wait it out, ya ya I know.. And look now.. we're out of daylight just great." -Kyle exclaimed after looking out the entrance way, now tapping his foot rapidly- "So.. I'm guessing we're sleeping in this cold hole in the ground now?"
Siara: (Wow, the estrogen is already going to your head)
DM: (Back!)
Shea: (WB)
Kyle: (kinda the point xD )
Kyle: (My turn to be a bitch, bish!)
Shea: (GTG. i guess ill jump in sometime after i get back. you guys keep going, of course. don't wait up anywhere)
DM: (Just so you know... your brain is still yours, still masculine. You still think the same way, even if you brain is randomized! You'll just feel... weird and moody for no reason.) (Bye Shea! Catch you soon!) (Kyle... you won't bleed, just so you... know. You weren't born with the 'system', and the magic of the belt doesn't make up for that part.)
Shea left the chat
Raiden bows his head. "With us, you would be safe, under my two-legs protection. If you want to stay, you can do that instead. Safe hunting to you." He then trots back over to Siara with a look of mixed disappointment and sadness.
DM: (Women have 'eggs' from birth, and since Kyle wasn't born a woman, he has no eggs as a girl. No eggs, no fertility, no period.)
DM: (y'know... just to be technical. *shuts up*)
Kyle: (Umm.. good to know? Thanks)
DM: Wolf 4 stays where he is. His eyes land on his sire's corpse and he glances over at Raiden before glancing down at the ground and continuing to mope.
DM: (Blecch, this Peanut Butter tastes like glue...)
Siara kneels down and pats Raiden. "It's okay Rai, he doesn't have to come with us if he doesn't want to." He looks up suddenly. "Oh shoot, I forgot about that...!" He runs back into the first tunnel, Raiden on his heels, then comes back out slowly with the warhammer over his shoulder. "This must be worth something..."
Kyle: (I <3 peanut butter my favorite cookie)
DM: (Same here for cookies... favorite spread usually too. But this brand... yuck.)
DM: Rooke is quiet, but he's still obviously having trouble reigning in a smile that threatens to break across his face. He turns his back to Kyle before a grin blossoms over his face and he puts a hand over his mouth so he won't laugh. Angel watches him with wide eyes, then roughly shoves him in the arm. "It's not funny!"
Kyle: (So we staying here tonight or we back tracking teh whole way to town?)
DM: (Up to you guys... guy/girl? Guyrls?)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
DM: (brb, getting dairy-free icecream!)
Kyle: (can I put the belt around his neck now that his back is to me, to change him also?)
Siara: (It's a belt, not a necklace...)
Kyle: (Doesn't have to be. The magic could just take effect when it's around something)
Raiden: (I think we need a house ruling on that one)
DM: (back!)
DM: (You could always try... nothing like experimenting with magic items...)
DM: (Grapple check?)
Kyle: (If he is clearly turned away from me, he isn't going to see me, and any noise will just blend in with the rest of the ramblings. Also if he is cursed, guess what now he'll really take it seriously )
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
DM: (Just a note: I have rules I've already set up on this thing. Just so you guys don't think I'm doing spear-of-the-moment stuff...)
DM: (What was that roll for? )
Kyle: (19 grapple, + whatever for back?)
DM: (*utterly enjoys her icecream!*)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
DM: (I get no bonus for back, so you win.)
Siara tilts his head as he hears Kyle and Angel suddenly go quiet and looks up to see what's happening. "...Kyle? What are you doing?"
Siara: (EVIL)
Kyle foot keeps tapping till he hears the snickering coming from Rooke side of cave, as he come stomp past her snatching the belt and using it to forcefully clasp it around the large mans chest- "Oh ya think it funny!? Wha.. what about now, arse?!" (Round)
DM: (Angel has the belt at the moment, don't forget!)
DM: (oh, right. XD!)
Kyle: (I'll snatch it from her when she goes to push him)
DM: (... oh darn! You got through the pla-...)
Siara: (...what?)
Kyle: (ROUND)
DM: (He told me he was going for around the neck. The belt's rules I made indicate the belt only works if put around the torso... chest is torso.)
Siara: (Oooooooh)
DM
Rooke instantly changes form. He shrinks almost half a foot, his height of six foot four going down to five foot six. His face gets feminine features and his hair softens slightly but stays the same length. The stubble across his cheeks falls from his face as the skin smooths over and his lips turn full and very kissable. He's still broad in the shoulders, even as a woman, but it's obvious his breastplate armor definitely does not fit him... he's basically swimming in it.
"Kyle, you little r-!" He spins, grabbing for Kyle but Angel quickly steps between the two of them.
"Stop it! Look, we don't know about this stupid thing, so let's stop playing about with it! Siara, can you take care of this?" She tugs the belt off Rooke and tosses it to Siara. "You're the only responsible one of us at the moment... just please don't put it on!"
Siara blinks, somewhat surprised, but also having expected it. He raises his hand to catch it before it flies past his head. "Since I'm the one that can sense magic, I don't see why I shouldn't have been the one to hold it in the first place." He folds it up, then tucks it into his back along with everything else.
DM: "I can sense magic too," Angel says softly, moving away from Kyle and Rooke - she is visibly disturbed by their change in appearance - and stands near Siara as she glances back at the two men-... women. "I didn't sense it until Kyle pulled it off the corpse, and I couldn't sense it when Kyle was wearing it either..."
DM: Rooke shoots Kyle a glare, then sets the bucket of gold ore and his own pack down on the ground near the wall closest to the door leading to the mine's exit. He/she moves over to the wolves' dead bodies and starts picking them up. He obviously struggles a little more than usual, both with balance and with strength, but manages to grab the wolves and take them down the previous corridor to dispose of the bodies. Wolf 4 makes no move to stop him, stunned by all the strangeness of people having switched genders... it blows his poor little doggy brain.
Raiden pads back over to the wolf and lays a paw on the wolf's head like a hume might put a hand on another hume's shoulder, shaking his head slowly.
Siara glances up at her, still moving things around in his pack. "Well you're just full of surprises... But to be fair, I did tell him not to put it on until we found out exactly what it was. And now we have two warriors who aren't really warriors, which will be problematic if we get into a fight on the way back to town. I might actually have to do something..."
DM: Angel crouches down before sitting on the floor next to Siara's pack and continuing to watch Kyle. "I teased him into putting it on, so that was my fault. But... I don't think you'll have to do anything. I think Rooke might have been right about the time thing. My mother used to have an enchanted item that worked while she wore it and the effects remained for six hours after she removed it - it was a flawed Ring of Invisibility. It wore off eventually..."
Siara nods. "With any luck, this will do the same before too long. If the belt doesn't have a flaw though, we might be stuck until we find someone who can break enchantments." He finally stops digging through his pack, unmoving for a few seconds. "Enchantment..." He tilts his head. "Transmutation...?" He looks up to Angel. "You wouldn't happen to know any transmutation magic, would you?"
Kyle: After the short lived struggle between the two men of the group, Kyle found himself moving off to the other side of the cave, completely content with his actions. He murmurer soften cursed words under his breath as he punched his bag into a nice pillow, and unrolled the bear's skin to give some sort of comfort to sleep on.- "I'm going to bed before anything else happens, hopefully I can just sleep it off.." -He yelled moving rolling side to side- "My God, how do you sleep with these things?! I can't lay belly, ehh.."
Kyle: (I like being grumpy and rude makes me smile)
Kyle: (on* my belly")
DM: Angel hesitates, then makes a slight face. "I'm... not that skilled with magic, even if I can use it..." She trails off, listening to Kyle, then grimaces before returning her attention to Siara. "I'm almost done with my lot for the day anyhow... I can only do a few cantrips now." She glances over at Kyle before lifting her voice so he can hear. "Ignore them. You'll get used to it..."
Kyle flops hard on his back staring at the stone ceiling throwing his arms up- "How can I ignore them!? One bigger then the other!"
Kyle: (I can keep at this all night')
Siara quickly lifts a hand to cover his mouth to cover a snicker of amusement, then shakes his head. "It's unimportant, I think I know how to make it work on my own anyways..." He closes his pack for the night and stands. "If we're going to be stuck here for the night, anything else you want to add before I trance?" His robes begin to flutter gently as he prepares for his meditation.
DM: Rooke comes back, dusting off his hands and staring suspiciously at his more slender wrists. His hands are still rough and well-worked, but he is obviously disturbed by the change. He tugs out his bedroll from his pack and lays it down before starting to unclasp his armor... then stops, a blush lighting up his face. He sits still a moment, then makes sure the armor is clasped tightly before he snuggles down in his bedroll.
DM: "No, nothing more," Angel says. She glances at the others, then sighs and wanders over to the door nearest the mine exit. She puts her back to the wall and slides down it before removing her pack and sitting against the wall. She doesn't lie down, just sits there.
DM
Rooke is quiet for a moment, then snickers. "Mine aren't different," he states to Kyle.
"Aw, give it a rest!" Angel says, her face lighting up in a blush as she raises a hand to cover her face. "Go to sleep!"
Siara watches her go. "Looks like you're the watch, it you don't need to sleep." He looks over to Rooke, hearing his armor clank about. "You can take that off if you want. It's not like I'm going to get anything from seeing you naked. Not in that form anyways..." He sticks out his tongue with a playful wink, then closes his eyes, rising a few inches off the floor and sinking into his trance.
Kyle: (Time skip?)
Siara: (Anything that needs doing? xD)
Raiden goes over and curls up beneath Siara, then growls softly in the language of beasts. "The next morning..."
DM: (Nope! I'm happy to timeskip. Rooke will refrain from removing his armor.)
DM
The next morning...
Kyle and Rooke awake with normal bodies, completely masculine once more. Rooke wakes and rolls over, his hands patting over his clean-shaven face and down over his neck and chest before hissing a sigh of relief. He punches the air while still entangled within his bedroll. "Whoo! I'm not a woman!" His cry of triumph shoots Angel awake - she fell asleep slumped at the wall. She has dark rings under her eyes and looks very tired as she yawns and stretches.
"Good to know, good to know..."
DM: (Getting more icecream...)
DM: (back with icecream!)
Siara slowly sinks to the floor as he leaves his trance, slumping forward for a moment like a doll without power before standing upright once more. As he opens his eyes, they glow bright green before fading to a hazy gold, then returning to normal gold. "Hate trancing underground... It feels so weird compared to when there's flora nearby..." He stretches and checks his pack to make sure that nothing happened to disappear during the night, then looks over to Kyle and Rooke. "Welcome back, boys."
Kyle: (Fighting through this lack of energy )
DM: (Coffee? Tea?)
Siara: (All of the above)
DM: (*makes coffees and teas*)
Raiden rolls out from beneath Siara as his trance ends, shaking the dust from his coat to reveal his magic patterns are glowing brightly, fully recharged.
DM: Wolf 4 is nowhere to be seen. He must have left during the night.
Kyle lazily groans, and rolls back over to his side naturally in his most comfy position- "Ahh.. shut it Rook.. I'm tryin to sle.." -he complains, still unready to awake. It isn't till his hand reaches down to scratch his inner thigh that he notices what Rooke was cheering about- "Wait.. what we got our mojo back?! Whoo hoo!" -Kyle cheers, looking under his blanket- "Ahh, I miss you too, don't worry I wasn't going to let anything happen to you.. Nope." -he says before standing up and rushing pass Angel- "Excuse me.. I've been holding this all night.. I did not want to experience anything new last night... I'm coming Nature!" -he yells bolting outside to piss
DM: You bolt up the winding passage and out into the fresh sunlight. Nothing seems to have changed since yesterday except everything seems a lot more cheerful and sunny. The cleft between the hills is still shadowed, but much less spooky than last night.
DM
Angel watches Kyle go, then scratches at her head and glances at Rooke. He has an awkward expression on his face and Angel raises an eyebrow at him. He grins and rubs behind his head. "That was the first thing I did after dropping the wolves' bodies... wasn't too bad, but the not-aiming was... weird..."
"You can aim, but, uh... y'know, never mind!"
Kyle: (Round early, and I'll make something)
DM
Angel watches Kyle go, then scratches at her head and glances at Rooke. He has an awkward expression on his face and Angel raises an eyebrow at him. He grins and rubs behind his head. "That was the first thing I did after dropping the wolves' bodies... wasn't too bad, but the not-aiming was... weird..."
"You can aim, but, uh... y'know, never mind!"
DM: (ok. Sorry for double post!)
Kyle: (aCTUALLY this will take a moment I have to shave also >,> sorry Kate )
DM: (Halloween beard! 'tis ok)
Siara facepalms slowly. "By the gods... This conversation..." He starts to follow Kyle, then realizes exactly what he's heading to do, and leans against the wall of the tunnel near the exit, waiting for him to finish before going outside.
Raiden:
Shea joined the chat 9 seconds ago
DM
Rooke struggles free of his bedroll and rolls it up before putting it back in his pack. He drags his pack near the centre of the room along with the bucket of gold ore, then starts searching through his pack. He finds the container of cooked and salted moose meat and motions Angel over. "Here, I think this is breakfast... you okay with meat?"
"Yeah, thanks..." She accepts one of the pieces and sits down cross-legged on the ground to nibble at the meat, cupping one hand beneath her food.
Rooke starts removing his breastplate armor, setting it aside before stretching his arms. "Aw, gods, this feels better... I hate sleeping in armor. Always feel stiff when I wake up and my back plays up if I do it too many times in a row... ahh." He flops back on the ground, his arms outstretched above his head as he stares at the ceiling before closing his eyes in bliss.
"Now I see why you didn't remove your armor yesterday."
Rooke glances down at his shirt - it's torn down the middle at the neck and he just grins at Angel. "I would have been fine if I'd set up my tent, but... ehh, y'know. Kyle's a little bit of a peeking tom, I'd imagine. All boys that age are, I'm pretty certain."
DM: (Shea! Ya, it's cold here too...)
Shea: (Hallos. Wow I've missed a lot)
Siara snorts and calls down the tunnel. "Yeah, you're really one to talk about peeping toms, aren't you...!"
DM: (Heh, not really! Short summary: Kyle got ticked off when Rooke laughed about his being a girl. Kyle put the belt on ROoke, everyone got PMS-ish, went to sleep. Woke up normal, Kyle's gone to pee.)
DM: Rooke laughs and calls back. "It was justified! She was a real woman!"
Shea: (okay xD)
DM: (Would you like to make an intro, Shea?)
DM: (What would you like? They stumble across your unconscious body, or you find your way to them before they leave the mine?)
Siara: (Watch as this random chick comes running out of the tunnel behind us)
Siara: (Probably make everyone jump at once)
DM: (That would freak some people out...XD!)
Siara ("AUGH!! ENTANGLE!!!!")
DM: (We'd all probably get stuck in that, haha!)
DM: (Shea?)
Siara: (Well yeah, except for him. I'm gonna make an exception to the spell's targeting so it excludes the party unless he's startled or is in battle haze)
DM (attacks and nudges everyone to wake up! SHEA!!!)
DM: (Yup, works for me!)
Shea: (I was reading ^^')
DM: (Heh, ok! )
Shea: (up to date now, regardless. and im trying to think of something for the intro..)
Siara: (For future reference, "battle haze" is when the insanity appears in his eyes and he gets more sadistic)
Shea: (so yes, i will soon)
DM: (I'll have to intro you.)
Shea: (yep, that would be easiest)
DM: (Battle haze, got it.)
DM: (So which would you like? The group stumbles across your unconscious body, you find your way to them before they leave the mine, or either including some sort of monster chasing/lurking-over you?)
Shea: (unconscious body stumbling would be interesting. im thinking she could have had something stolen as well - maybe ran into an ambush or some such)
DM: (Would you like to remember the ambush?)
Shea: (Mhm. Just intro her, and I'll figure the rest out, if that's okay)
DM: (Sure. Just the memory is an important part of all our intros. The others woke up in the forest not knowing where they are. Of the group, only Angel is actually locally familiar with the place.)
Shea: (Oh yeah xD I forgot all of that.
DM: (We can always have it that she wakes up, doesn't really realize that something's missing, but remembers that it was meant to be on her person a bit later when you figure out what it is. )
DM: (If it helps... all your gold and money will be gone. )
Shea: (That'll do ;P )
DM: (Okay, cool! =P)
Shea: (im trying to find a pic of her to help you, too)
Shea: (itll just be a sec)
DM: (okay!)
Siara: (I think I found it)
Raiden: (As far as the body type goes, this could be Siara. http://kadricemiloglu.deviantart.com/art... )
DM: (But a man. )
Siara: (I said body type. Not clothes or anything.)
DM: (I have Oppan Gangam Style stuck in my head. -.-)
Siara: (Tall, slender, long hair)
Siara: (With the kind of clothes in the pic that Kitt showed us a while ago)
DM: ( Okay, cool. http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/2... Also... I want this.)
Shea: (well, wasn't expecting that)
Shea: (anyway, nanteu; http://musicway.deviantart.com/favourite...
Shea: (yay, link worked)
DM: (neat!)
Kyle: (yOU ALL AREN'T WAITING FOR ME ARE YA?)
DM: (yA, WE ARE!)
Siara: (Aside from the skin tone, this is almost exactly what Siara looks like... https://d.facdn.net/art/leongon/12881160... )
DM: (Neat! All right... we ready to get the ball rolling again?)
Siara: (Yeah, just waiting for Kyle to finish so I can finish drawing power)
DM: (... how... how are you drawing power while he's...? I... I don't wanna know!)
Kyle come up from the hill side buttoning his pant's up glad see everything returned in the correct order, stopping when makes it to the exit of the mine looking at everyone- "So.. who trying to peep on me, Rooke? Siara... Angel? Tisk guys, bad to habit that is.. And I got to say, the leaves here are amazing for wiping.." -he says, moving past and gathering his belongings
Shea: (ewwdfghfgk)
Kyle: (Yup, round done, shaved, made food and coffee, and finish post with only a few grammar errors )
DM
"I believe it was Siara," Rooke says with a wide smirk before starting to put his armor back on. He motions to the container of moose meat. "Help yourselves, you lot... We didn't really eat last night..."
Angel scratches behind one of her horns and watches Kyle before standing and catching his shoulder. "Hey uhm... I'm sorry about yesterday. I shouldn't have tempted you."
Siara pretends to act offended when he walks by. "Me? Peep? How dare you! No, I was just waiting for you to get out of my way so I could finish the last part of my trance." He steps outside and unfolds his arms out to the sides with a deep sigh, closing his eyes. "Glorious nature, once again..." A soft green wave of light flashes inwards over the rocks, centered on him. His robe billows around him powerfully as the light fills him, restoring his lost power. He opens his eyes, revealing that they're once again the normal, bright gold. He walks back into the cave with his magic fully recharged, soft rings of green light emanating from his feet with each step.
DM: Rooke glances up and looks at Siara's feet before smirking as he shoulders his pack. "Hey, sparkle-toes, want some moose meat before we go?"
Kyle stuffs everything he can into his pack and rolling his bear's skin blanket before tossing it over his back- "Siara, I can believe it.. Alteast the moose is still good.. Mhmm" -he says with a fake smile taking a big chunk off a meat slab. When Angel catches his shoulder he traces her hand all the way back up to her face with a cold dead pan look- "Your right, you shouldn't have.. But I knew all along it was in your instinct so no hard feelings.." -he steps pass her, trying to keep a straight face- "I mean, that's what Succubus do right, tempt moral men?"
Kyle: (He is Sparkly TOES)
DM: "Hey!" Angel steps after him, her face turning cross. "I'm no such thing! Succubuses are... are..." She stops, words failing her, but shakes her head. "I'm not one of those." She shoulders her pack and glances around to make sure she hasn't dropped anything. She takes her fiddle down from her back and moves her cape around her shoulders a little more before delicately plucking at one of the strings on the fiddle. She places it back on her shoulders.
DM: (Siara the Sparkly Toed!)
Kyle: (Too much packing not enough traveling!)
Shea changed name to Nanteu
DM: (Yes! Let's do this! Come on, chat chat quick quick! We have an unconscious body to trip over!)
Siara blinks slowly, looking at his hands. "I might be able to now... But I should wait until we're settled again, it would take to long..." He looks around at the party. "Whenever you're all ready to go. I've got everything I need."
Kyle: (Well my boss will be replacing me in 45 min-ish so ehh)
DM: (Let's get out of this mine quiccccck!)
Siara:
Kyle: (Alright we all back track to Mr. Shady blacksmith)
DM: Rooke closes the container of moose meat and chucks it into his pack. "All right then, let's get outta here, shall we? I'm kinda sick of this place..."
Kyle: (Damn it all Vex, how am I suppose sleep now?)
DM: (OI!)
Siara:
DM:
Siara:
DM: (Right, everyone okay if I walk you guys outta the mine and back into the forest?)
Raiden:
DM: <...>
Kyle: (Oi stop using < >)
Nanteu joined the chat 6 seconds ago
DM: (Yeah... can people tell me if they're ok with me jumping you guys into the forest?)
Kyle: (Yush Kate)
Siara: (Go for it)
Kyle: (We are prepare to kill whatever animal is attacking Nanteu!)
Nanteu: (internet froze so i had to reboot the computer. sorry about that. all i wanted was to change names T~T)
Nanteu: (anyways. commence!)
DM
As the party leaves the mine, Rooke comments happily on what a nice, sunny day it is. Angel seems stonily silent after Kyle's comment of her being a succubus and doesn't really banter along as Rooke talks to himself. In the end, he falls silent and walks along with the others out of the cleft and into the forest. The birds are singing happily and you can hear insects buzzing and chirping. The ground is dappled with sunlight coming through the leaves above and there is a nice, fresh scent to the air.
(Roll awareness for everyone except Nanteu!)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
DM: (11 for Rooke, 11 for Angel)
Kyle: (17 i think)
Raiden rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Siara rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
DM: (*quickly rummages in Monster Manual!*)
Siara: (23)
Raiden: (11)
DM: (That including the bonus Raiden gives you?)
Siara: (Yeah)
DM: (wow, ok... (W))
Siara: (I kinda like having +10 to awareness)
DM: Kyle and Siara, perhaps your minds are the sharpest this morning with Angel preoccupied with her thoughts and Rooke happy with the sunny day. Raiden isn't even quite able to pick up on what you two hear... but maybe he can smell it. You hear a soft growl like that of a wild animal and see a sheen of black fur through the trees off to your left. Siara, as you shift slightly, you see through the trees and spy what appears to be a body... or at least, you can see the hand of the body. (This is you, Nanteu!)
Nanteu: (so im writing now? :@)
Kyle: (Can I have a MOUNTAIN DEW? Am I at the bar? If so roll to see if I'm drunk!)
DM: (If you want to wake up to a big bear in your face, yup! If you wanna let these guys come in and do something first, no. )
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
DM: (Kyle, you're not drunk.)
Nanteu: (im waiting then xD)
Kyle slows his step keeping nothing but his longbow in hand as a walking stick, even when seeing black fur he simply notions to Siara by hitting his elbow but not speaking.
Siara is walking along with Raiden, making the ground beneath his feet nutrient-rich with every step, when he stops and looks up suddenly, nodding to Kyle.
Siara: (still w)
Raiden looks up in unison with Siara, sensing something is off. He takes a slow deep breath, then growls softly.
DM: Angel and Rooke subconsciously slow, Rooke reaching over his shoulder for his greatsword as Angel reaches for her longsword. "What is it?" Angel softly asks, nervous.
Siara holds up a single finger for silence, then steps to the right, slowly drawing his blades. As he looks through, he spots a body - or part of one. He looks back at the party, speaking softly. "We've got another girl passed out in the woods... And an animal near her."
Nanteu: (another one xD)
Kyle would turn slightly waving off there questions lightly- "Ehh, nothing.. Just some wild life I think.. Maybe a dragon, don't worry too much."
Kyle: (Ya we find them everywhere, good trade bait)
DM: The black bear snuffles at the unconscious woman, its wet nose touching her face before grunting a bit and briefly bats at her hand as if trying to figure out whether she's edible or not.
DM: (Shush, they're not ALL unconscious...)
Kyle stumbles a bit sliding down a small slant with a hand holding onto a sapping for support- "Oh joy, another lost and found person.. I'm guessing we got to save this one too, and nurse back to health?" -he jests
Kyle: (Round!)
Siara: (After that rest we're all back to full health, right? Sleeping/trancing restores some health?)
DM
Rooke rolls his eyes and glances about through the foliage until he spies the black fur through the trees. "You can always stay here, Kyle... me? I like this whole damsel-in-distress thing... it's very refreshing. Didn't happen nearly enough back home..." He drops to a crouch and starts moving off ahead through the trees towards the beast.
Angel hesitates, then scrunches her eyes tightly. "Wait for it," she whispers to Siara and Kyle. "He's wearing the heaviest armor I've ever seen, it's only a matter of time before he mucks up..."
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
DM: (... Angel has an uncanny sense of the future.)
DM: (And yup! All full health now.)
Siara: (Pfft, this should be good.)
Siara holds out a hand to stop him, but he's too late.
DM: The bear glances up as it hears a loud crack of a twig snapping. It grunts and stands over its prey as it gazes over the trees, looking for the intruder... and spies him. The bear pretends he has not seen and just resumes snuffling at the woman... then roars and spins, crashing through a bush to attack Rooke!
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
DM rolled a die with 4 sides. The die showed: 2
DM: (6 dam!)
DM: The bear's claws tear through Rooke's shoulders and it attempts to snap at Rooke's face. Rooke grunts with pain, dropping back before attempting to slice back at the bear!
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 6
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 6
DM: (...)
DM: (... crap. That was a solid hit.)
Nanteu: (oh shit)
DM: Rooke viciously swings his greatsword through the bear, skewering it from throat to spine. The bear screams out a death cry before falling to the ground, glassy eyes lifeless. Rooke tugs the sword free and steps over the bear's body, glancing back at the others before giving them a snide smirk. He sheathes his greatsword and moves over to the girl on the ground, crouching beside her.
DM: Angel just blinks. She whispers to Siara and Kyle. "Never seen that before... like a shish kebab..."
DM: (You're on whenever you like, Nanteu)
Siara "...huh. Boy's got some balls." He sheathes his swords and slide-steps into the clearing, barely seeming to touch the ground as he moves.
Nanteu: (okay.)
DM: (Just gonna get ready for bed. Won't be long!)
Nanteu is still unconcious, though her eyelids softly flicker as Rooke kneels by her side. Aside from a few scratches, her most obvious injuries are a few cuts to the abdomen and a bloody graze to the head. The bear seems to have simply wandered across her spontaneously, and the reason for her initial injuries seem to indicate that she was preyed upon by something other than forest creatures.
Siara: (Is she lacking health of some kind?)
Nanteu: (knife wounds, i mean. meaning people '>> i wasn't sure how else to introduce her.)
Nanteu: (some, really she's just unconcious)
Kyle rubs his chin watching the quick fight take place, and end in a instant- "Huh? ..I guess you do learn a few things with age.. Let's go check this out now.. I'll keep the rear guard."
Siara: (I mean does she have less than max hit points, or just small cuts that don't total to more than one point?)
Kyle: (Wooo unconcious female elf! Rooke done this before)
Nanteu: (small cuts that don't total to more than one point)
Siara: (Alright, that's what I was looking for)
Nanteu: (alright)
Nanteu: (if at any other time you guys need me to be more speicific, just say so. i need to keep that in mind. remember ive never done this before >>)
Kyle: (Pff~ Shea those two are still really new, and I'm just bad at writing so no problem)
DM: Rooke gently brushes a finger across the elf woman's face, touching from her cheekbone down to her lips. He tilts his head a little, watching her, then gently tilts her head to the side so he can see her pointed ears. "Huh," he says before glancing upwards at the others as they start to move into the small clearing. "Your kind, Siara... prettier than you, though."
Kyle looks over Angel's shoulder and beings to whistle- "Woooow.. is it just me? Or does this kingdom have just tons of beautiful women scattered about just waiting to be saved? Maybe the wizard has a thing for knife eared women ya think?"
DM: "I wouldn't be surprised," Angel frostily says. "He is part elf, after all, as am I."
Siara glances back at Kyle, seemingly surprised, then shrugs at Rooke. "Not actually my kind, let me assure you." He looks over the girl to scan for any injuries. "There, there, and... Huh, that's nothing." He crouches down and presses his hands to the ground, drawing natural energy from the nearby plants, then kneels behind the girl's head and setting his hands near the sides of her head. With a soft exhale of breath, he lets the energy flow into her body in a simple power transfer, giving her body a touch of regenerative power to close the wounds. "Wake up, Miss..."
Kyle holds out his hand and starts counting only to two- "I mean this is what? The second elven women we found?"
Kyle: (spot check!)
Kyle rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Kyle: (Does Angel actually have knife ears?!)
DM: "Hyna wasn't an elf, if she's who you're referring to," Angel says, a little of her moodiness fading away. "She's a Drow..." (Her ears do not pass through her hair, so it's hard to tell, but she does have a hint of the tips being pointed. It's not really noticeable.)
Kyle: ( https://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-a... )
DM: (What's the spot check on?)
DM: (N'awww!)
Kyle: (Angel's ears )
Siara: (That looks like Ava xD)
DM: (... you succeed. What I said above. )
Nanteu 's eyes flutter again, much quickly, and she opens her eyes, squinting at the glaring sun and the faces peering down at her like curious hawks. She blinks once, confusedly, then begins to sit up, taking her time as her eyes begin to adjust to the light. There is a pause as she glances about the group, first at Siara, then to Rooke, then around to the rest of the gang. "Huh.
Nanteu "Huh. Oh, hello," she says lightly, her expression neutral, although slightly curious.
DM: (All right! Nanteu, you don't recognize this forest. Your memory of the past... while is foggy, but your memories of your life before whatever this is are intact and accessible.)
Siara "Ah good, stable. Do you remember how you ended up like this?"
Kyle isn't saying thing, as he never even noticed Angel was part elf. And keeps looking for sighs of her Knife earness!
DM: Rooke just has a wide grin on his face. He even looks a little bit goofy, shifting slightly to the side in the hopes that the pretty woman will notice the dead bear in the background, though he may be out of luck...
DM: Angel gives Kyle an odd look, noticing all his staring and neck-craning. She eyes him for a moment, then frowns. "What are you looking for? Or at...?" There honestly aren't many signs that she's part elf. Only the slightly tipped ears and her unusually colored aqua eyes give her away. Even then, with her exotic golden horns, who would know?
Nanteu glances away, looking troubled. "I.. I'm not sure," she says, then sighs deeply, as if annoyed at herself. "I remember a town. A tavern.. But I think that was a long time ago. I don't know this place," she adds, then surveys the area from her position on the ground. As if only noticing him now, she gazes at Rooke nervously, wondering why he is staring so intently.
Nanteu: (he just wants to be loved >>)
Nanteu: (he's adorable, though.)
DM: (I can't wait til you guys find out about his past, honestly... XD)
Nanteu: (http://www.google.com.au/imgres?start=20...
Nanteu: (i like puns)
Nanteu: (..)
DM: (Black Bear's wifey?)
Kyle causal glances past her, rubbing his neck and changing the subject to the new girl, before patting Rooke shoulder- "Yup, told ya she wouldn't remember anything.. She just like we did.. Well long story short, this whole kingdom is suffereing from some fairy dust that is killing peoples memories.. So ya, welcome to the club. We just found ya out here taking a nap, and then this bear was all.. Rawwrr!" -he says mimicking with his hands in the air, before pointing at Rooke- "And it was about to eat ya, so he stabbed it.."
Siara shakes his head. "There was magic of some kind that affected everyone nearby. Everyone lost their memories of the last week or so, and now we're looking for clues as to what happened." He slides backwards and turns to the bear, filling his hands with magic once more. "Does anyone need anything from the bear? Fur, teeth, what have you?"
Kyle pulls back looking off to the sides a bit with a smirk- "My story was much better.. Oh and I'm Kyle, this Goldenlocks, that's Rook, and this chap would be... Siara and his puppy.."
Kyle: (boss is here I gtg ttyl everyone!)
DM: Angel frowns, then lightly shoves Kyle in the arm. "You're coming up for new nicknames for me whenever you speak of me now... I'm Tindomerel," she tells the elf woman.
DM: (Bye!)
Siara: (Later)
Siara: (This area is the forest right? So it's grassy ground?)
DM: (Yup!)
Siara: (Kay good, I could inter the bear naturally)
Nanteu: looks stunned for a moment, then turns her attention to the bear's corpse. For a moment she looks guilty, but not nearly as much as when she spots the deep wounds around Rooke's shoulder. She gapes in astoundment, and rolls immediately forward onto her knees. "You killed the bear? I'm so sorry," she spurts, eyes flickering to his face. Her hands hover over his arm. She disregards the others as she stares at Rooke's upper body, looking horrified. "You could have been killed."
Nanteu: (whoops.)
Siara rolls his eyes. "Yeah, so could you. But it's dead now and you're safe, he'll be fine in a bit. I repeat - does anyone want something from this bear before it goes underground for eternal hibernation?"
DM
Rooke seems pleased to have caught her attention so easily, especially with wounds to hold her attention. "Oh, no... I do this sort of thing all the time," he says with his smile still plastered across his face. He brushes one hand up over the opposite shoulder, smudging blood. "I got him better than he got me or you, and that's all that matters, I suppose." He gives her an easy smile, his arms crossing over his chest. He seems distracted before shaking his head. "No... I don't want anything from that bear."
Angel/Tindomerel shakes her head. "Nothing of use for me."
Nanteu simply shakes her head at Siara. Despite being distracted by Rooke, she then addresses Angel, having caught her name. "My name is Nanteu Amuet," she says gently, the name rolling from her tongue sweetly.
Nanteu "What are you all doing out here?"
DM: Rooke puts up a finger, frowns, then coughs. "I'll be back in a minute." He goes back over to the bear and starts looking through the bushes. "Oh darn..." You hear a lot of scuffling before he returns, lugging the heavy bucket behind him. He must have dropped it when the bear attacked him.
DM: Rooke puts up a finger, frowns, then coughs. "I'll be back in a minute." He goes back over to the bear and starts looking through the bushes. "Oh darn..." You hear a lot of scuffling before he returns, lugging the heavy bucket behind him. He must have dropped it when the bear attacked him.
Siara nods and closes his eyes. "Ruuta... Viina... Exhausted bodies, they need a place to sleep..." Extending his arms in front of him, then sweeping them out to the side, he sends a waves of green energy forward towards the bear and the grass surrounding it. As he lifts his arms and stands, the grass seems to grow in size and length until there's a small jungle of grass next to it, rearing back like a wave. He slides his left foot forward and brings his hands together over his head and the grass responds by interlocking gracefully over the bear's body. As he brings his hands down in front him like a prayer, the grass shrinks, dragging the bear's corpse into the ground, leaving only a few specks of blood to indicate that there was ever a struggle. Another wave of green energy pulses out from where the bear disappeared, giving the nearby grass and trees a stronger color for a moment. He stays still for a moment, then looks over to the girl. "We were commissioned to get that." He points at the bucket of gold that Rooke drags in.
Siara: (I kinda like that as an improv skill... Returning a dead body to nature is a way of respecting nature, right?)
DM: (I reckon.)
Nanteu: (Yup)
Raiden was timed out
Siara: (Cool, then it all works out because druids like nature)
DM: ( http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/0... )
Nanteu nods. "I see.. That's a lot of gold. The person who commissioned you must need it for something quite important." She then looks to the new space, the glow in her eyes remembling a semblance of peace for the bear. He had died bloodily, and to be returned to the earth after death in such a fashion seemed graceful, even poetic. Nanteu's face lightens up. "You're a druid," she says to Siara
Siara looks at the girl with a slow blink. "That's right. Where I come from, I was considered something of a heretic. My people worship a lady of the moon, but I worship the earth and all her creatures." He looks away. "Until they try to kill me."
Siara: (I lol'd so hard at that. Do you understand the stereotype of it? xD)
Siara: (The image, not my post)
DM: (What do you mean? I just thought it was funny.)
Nanteu finally rises to her feet, and brushes herself off as she comes to stand to almost his height. "Interesting. I knew a druid once. You remind me of him." She glances away, uneasy. It wasn't the time to say such things, but.. "He was quite handsome," she says.
DM: (I know what she's suggesting, if that's what you mean)
Nanteu: (i think i get it '>> furries?)
Siara: (YES)
Siara:
Nanteu: (Hahah. Yep.)
Nanteu: (for kate; http://www.google.com.au/imgres?start=69...
DM: (... baahahahah!!! Poor kiwi...)
DM:
DM:
Nanteu: (xD)
Siara:
DM:
Siara: (http://puu.sh/1iSIz)
Siara: (http://puu.sh/1iSIz )
DM: Rooke watches Nanteu, his eyes briefly moving to her hips at the very moment she looks away. His head tilts slightly, his jaw shifting a little before he smiles and turns his attention elsewhere, holding the bucket in one hand while adjusting his pack's straps with the other.
DM: (Hey, Shea... you able to jump on tomorrow?)
Siara tilts his head to one side. "Thank you. I think. You look quite beautiful as well, but I'd be lying if I said you reminded me of anyone... There are only two people that I really want to see when I get home, my brother and my sister."
Nanteu: (should be. not sure when though. dad's taking my brother and i out for the morning/day, but it should be on in the afternoon and hopefully the night. it's saturday tomorrow, so the weekend's only just started.)
Nanteu: (*but i should)
DM: (Okay. )
DM: (Shea, do you want to make any checks on surroundings or anything? On NPCs like Angel and Rooke, you can use 'Sense Motive'. Doesn't tend to work on other PCs like Kyle and Siara much.)
Siara: http://e621.net/data/5f/d2/5fd23f9deafe8... >
DM:
Siara:
Siara: (I think that's a stopping place for the night xD)
DM: (Mm, me too. I'm falling asleep here...)
Nanteu dips her head, but his comment passes over her - she is unsure of how to reply. Instead, she watches him with a graceful gaze. "I have only a sister. I haven't seen her in a long time. So I know all too well about seperation. I hope you will get to see them again some day. Soon."
Nanteu: (yeah, same here.)
Siara:
Nanteu: (xD)
Nanteu: (and kate, i'll probably try out sense motive next time, or something else, just for the hell of it.)
DM: (Okay! XD Next time you'll probably get to try all sorts of checks and stuff.)
DM: (Night guys)
Nanteu: (yup night!)
DM: (If you write anything further in here in-game, don't clear the chat please! I'll come back and collect that history if you do write anything.)
DM: (*waves and falls asleep*)
Siara: (Ta)
Oak joined the chat
Nanteu left the chat
Oak sneaks in for a moment
DM also sneaks back in
DM: I'm too tired to get outta my chair.
Oak: I got only a moment boss is smoking
DM: Okay. Wanna put up an IC reply or something?
DM: I'll hang about for a few more moments... then force myself to get up and flop to bed.
Oak: just trying to read it sorry
Oak: Once he steps in I got to close this page so I have no idea how much time I have
DM: (ok. I'll say Bye now then.)
DM: (Bye!)
DM: (Now read! XD)
Oak: night night
DM lingers
Oak: Awww. Tindo doesn't like my nicknames!?
DM: (She likes Angel. Not Succubus, or Goldenlocks or whatever it was. )
DM goes to sleep.


Last edited by Kate Orchix on Sat Oct 27, 2012 9:13 pm; edited 1 time in total