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Topic: Kaelyn's Bardic Corner
Subject: Kaelyn's Bardic Corner
So it's been forever since I've written anything creative wise on here, or at least posted anything. So, I tracked down some old things, cleaned em up and will post anew, along with some new stuff thrown in too. I'v written the musical accompanyment to a bunch of the following, but alas, RDINN won't allow it save for Doo dee doo dahs haha.
As ususal, comments, constructive criticism and all that jazz are encouraged and appreciated.
Posted on 2008-09-25 at 14:07:31.
Edited on 2008-09-25 at 14:08:57 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Provided how I feel in about 10 hours..
I may get another update in provided everyone applicable has posted or a general concensus has been reached. (will review posts to confirm such)
Posted on 2008-09-25 at 13:37:11.
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Topic: When The Silence Breaks... Q/A
Subject: what the DM said...
cept I'll be trying to update sometime tonight before work.
Posted on 2008-09-25 at 13:34:42.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: update is done
Well.. you slaughtered my wave of pitiful creatures... who would've guessed?
time for phase two of the super evil plan for world domination...
Posted on 2008-09-22 at 09:40:28.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Tables are turned, and All Players should read along :D
As the lights went out, shrouding the oncoming enemy in a veil of darkness; the threats were barely illuminated save for fleeting moments as the moonlight washed over them as it peeked through the trees. In response, the adventurers rose to the challenge of combat once more, each taking to the call in their own individual way. Dylan, for his part, knowing his sight would hinder his effectiveness in combat chose to put his bardic talents to use instead, inspiring courage in his fellow companions. Many chose to dismount immediately in the time they had remaining, With only Linnix, Talus and Bart choosing to remain in the saddle.
Aelistae, with her natural Darkvision, dismounted from her saddle chose to aid the sight of her less fortunate comrades, calling forth four orbs of dancing light, positioning them around the head and tail ends of their convoy. Shining motes of light, giving off each the illumination equivalent to a lantern made all the difference in allowing those without her gift to better prepare.
Sight penetrating the darkness seemed to fade and return, fade and return to Linnix, who atop Tock had drawn her bow at the first signs of struggle. As soon as the first enemy came into the radius of Aelistae’s illumination, she fired, catching the goblin in the chest, and dropping him like a rock. This brought about a pause from the other goblin’s, each taking a stride backwards fearing losing their advantage of one sided vision, and there was a brief lull in combat (holding action), enough time for Intella to sneak off into the trees on the right, while Talus, previously endowed with invoked darkvision chose the closest threat, a goblin on the left, and plucked him from the face of Toril with a fierce eldritch blast.
Artanis and Xaris had both dismounted, drawing weapons and shields while taking a position on the outsides of their respected steeds waiting for the inevitable, while Bart remained in the saddle, trying to calm Alice’s nerves.
Intella had managed to sneak slowly between a pair of goblins on her right, taking note of the gnoll that paced forward just behind them. The goblins were testing their arms baring javelins preparing to simultaneously assail the line of targets wedged between them when Intella struck. Twin sianghams drove forward, but only one caught the surprised goblin with any degree of force, causing it to shriek in alarm and draw the attention of those around him to the brave little halfling.
Then came the assault, as a half dozen javelins came sailing out of the darkness towards the companions, but not a one found any gap in armor or place to rest in flesh, skin or horse hide successfully. That left only five unaccounted for enemies, the sole one on the left being the gnoll, his axe leading the charge as he laughed/howled like a hyena. The furry varmint rushed forward, breaching the barrier of light and reached over the cart to swing at Dylan, only to find the violinist more agile than expected, the axe only chipping a piece of wood from Tock’s cart.
In response, Bart atop Alice moved alongside the cart, with a thrust of his trident read pitchfork he placed a quartet of puncture wounds in the Gnoll’s upper torso, the creature grimacing in pain and sputtering blood in anger.
The Gnoll on the lower right charged forward as well, seeking to eliminate the witch who had brought forth light to spoil their surprise. His charge brought him easily before the priestess, but that charge was halted by the fine links of her chain armor as the Axe blade glanced down the intricate weave leaving a faint ring of sound in its wake.
The two goblins and the gnoll around Intella all moved to surround the diminutive lass, who quickly found her element of surprise shattered as javelins and a bearded axe all came for her. She easily dodged the goblins thrusts, her training bending her graceful form like a willow in the wind. Unfortunately a willow is no match for a well placed axe strike, and like the tree Intella’s body was hacked almost asunder as the axe came down in a decidedly unlucky blow, the top of the weighted axe clipping her skull on its descent, the blade stripping a solid inch of flesh and muscle from the halfling’s upper arm, exposing her clavicle, and sinew from crest to elbow. (Intella 15/36hp)
From the center of the ambush, Artanis could see the cluster of enemies, in the shadowed illumination outside the immediate vicinity of the dancing lights radius of effect. That however was all the brazen women needed, and with a cry of battle she took to the charge, rushing headstrong into the trees to savor the blood-rush of battle and feed the lust for blood of her blade. It only took a few long strides to take her into range of her first enemy, and with a single swipe of her finely crafted bastard-sword, the goblin found itself staring at it’s own body from the cold earth a moment before the severed head’s brain function ceased and the body slumped to the ground revealing Intella and her two other engaged opponents just opposite where she stood.
On the other side of the path, Xaris, much like Artanis took to the trees, for goblins were of his favorite enemies to kill. It was as though each one slain brought back some small portion of his family and friends that were slaughtered for a brief moment, or at least vindicated their death in some small way. His charge brought him to the first goblin he could find (about half way down on the left side as the upper two were previously killed) and much like a mirror of on the right, so too did Xaris fell his opponent in a single swing, his strike much less clean and tearing a bloody rend as it was pulled free from the slain greenskin.
End of Round 1
Beginning of Round 2
What had started off as a well planned ambush quickly turned into an all out struggle as the companions quickly took the fight to the enemy, breaking their ranks with spell, arrow and steel.
Aelistae, engaged in melee had every intention of showing her prowess in combat as much as any other; to remove any doubt that she was simply one for healing or a supportive role. After all, she was a sword maiden of Elistraee, a Darksong Knight, and her chosen weapon, the courtblade of the surface elves was as potent in her hands as the faith of her goddess. Bringing the sword back, the elongated blade trailing behind her, Aelistae subtly switched her handling on the hilt, and brought the blade skyward in a sweeping motion which had the tip grazing the earth until it flashed forward, and ended in a vertical position over her left shoulder, the gnoll’s blood trailing down the fine steel as it stared agape at its split leathers and torso from gut to sternum, the wound grievous enough end its life before the pain registered in the creatures small brain as anything more than a searing flash.
Linnix meanwhile took her time, waiting for another creature to pop into unobstructed view. Her patience was rewarded when her second arrow calmly claimed a goblin through the eye, her training at ranged weapons certainly showing this evening as another perfect strike.
Xaris and Bart, similarly had success on the left side of the path, clearing the field of any enemies with a slash and a jab, felling the last gnoll and goblin before them.
Dylan kept the pace going with his riveting tune, the bow running across the strings at a feverish pace, raising the momentum of combat as his comrades quickly seemed to turn the tide.
Intella, wounded, weakened, would not- could not afford to give the momentous pain a second thought for to do so would be to invite disaster. Instead, she cross-stepped, and lashed out at the gnolls throat, her form arched like a diagonal dowsing rod as her lead foot snapped forward, her torso and head arched back in extension as her arch crushed the windpipe of the much taller opponent, stunning it permanently as it died clutching its throat.
(I took a DM’s prerogative here, deigning since you’ve successfully dodged every goblin attack against you in two encounters, you’d deem the gnoll as a greater threat and need to be stunned)
Suddenly going from the favorable odds of three on one to being outnumbered two to one, the goblin nearest Intella’s morale, already shaken by Artanis’ decapitation of its comrade all but shattered when the tall woman with the sword that promised it only death approached. With a feeble lunge of its javelin towards the woman, the crude implement splintering upon contact with her breastplate, the goblin saw its life flash before its eyes, before Artanis’ blade ended it in yet another single strike. Hardly a challenge, she wished she had a chance to face off against a gnoll or some other more worthy adversary.
Talus, his darkvision allowing him clear sight of the few remaining goblins lined up a shot, and like a sharpshooter his dark bolt of eldritch might took the greenskin in the chest, bending him backwards by the sudden jolt of extra energy conjured forth by the warlock. (Critical ray lol)
A pair of goblins’ remaining, their cowardice their only saving grace took off into the night, running in different directions off into the trees calling out Bolikar! Bolikar ! At the top of their lungs. (All out Run Full round Action)
The path cleared once more for the moment, the companions had a brief reprieve to recover and regroup before they would need to move on again. Somewhere in the distance, a second horn blew, much like the first Aelistae and Intella had heard, though this one, received and returned in kind by a second blast further to the north could be heard by all.
NOTE TO ALL PLAYERS:
Suddenly, in response to the resounding horns, from the rooftop of the stronghold shot a multitude of lights, fireworks it would seem, that exploded into brilliant red hued flashes of light that lingered in the sky surrounding the keep, illuminating the area below in a crimson glow for 50 yards in any direction. The Keep was officially on high alert now, and something, someone, or perchance, a multitude of each had the goblin forces astir. Amidst the crackling explosions of the fireworks formed a massive face of a Orc with Ogrish features. In a rumbling voice it bellowed across the land in a rather surprisingly intelligent, and understandable dialect of common. “Return to the Keep my Minions. Return to regroup, where we will then march out in force, and stomp these urchins which dare defy the will of Bolikar, the will of Gruumsh! The time for humans is nearing an end, and their hit and run tactics shall fall under the mighty foot of the united might of the six-clans! Return to the Keep, from where we shall surge forth like a wave and sweep aside those in the north, south, east and west for the insignificant insects they are. Bolikar see’s all, as Gruumsh wishes it. Bolikar crushes all who stand before him!”
Posted on 2008-09-22 at 09:35:50.
Edited on 2008-09-22 at 09:38:19 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: You are correct
That in my update based on your old post (I'd have simply let you do as much as possible per round of your post, then completed it as available for subsequent rounds.)
On that note. I'll be rereading/ updating right now for the main group.
Posted on 2008-09-22 at 05:54:29.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: By my line of thought
Her post breaks down her dismount as a move action (the ride check is to dismount and still move in the same round) then her standard action is invoking her racial ability to call forth the dancing lights. I'm not sure it or i can make it any clearer i'm afraid.
Posted on 2008-09-21 at 09:28:23.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Atharam & co.
Atharam interrogated the whelp of a goblin while Hawkrill and Seleyon were commanded to search the camp for anything of value in a brief preliminary search. As was expected of lowly goblins however little was found, save multiple clan markings revealing a trio of blue chevrons against a white field. What little coin was found was insubstantial, and the only item of relative quality was the axe the orc never managed to bring to bear. Hawkril did manage however to find a rough map of the area inked onto a scrap piece of leather, and he relayed it to Atharam after they met at the rendevous point. (Same map as on page 50)
Seleyon, after dispatching the goblin reappeared, carrying nothing save a scrap piece of parchment she pulled from the orc’s dead body. Upon it, it eloquent cursive far too neat for orcish hands to have written was the following.
Bolikar wishes more forces from the caves to strengthen your camp. You have 48 hours to increase your numbers by 30% or he who is blessed by the One-Eye shall be paying your camp a visit personally. Numbers are marginal for the next stage of growth. Keep raids pushing south, but do not engage militant resistance. We cannot allow the folk of the south to know our true numbers. Soon they shall know the fury of the “six”-clans combined force, and rue the day they ever thought themselves a force to rival mighty Bolikar.
K
Posted on 2008-09-21 at 01:24:31.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: A brush with Fate
Elendil was already using the last of her Healing Belt’s charges for the day, (Elendil 48/49HP) hefting a Gnoll’s axe when Brownyn, a safe distance away posed the question to the capture man in the cage. “Hello. Who are you?” She asked, and the man did little to respond other than to bundle himself up into a smaller ball as Elendil hacked at the cage, splintering it after a few good swings and clearing enough bars to allow the man to squeeze through with little effort.
When the figure stood, he was no longer the hunched over mass of cloak or man, but a tall lithe human with a deeply tanned complexion darkened still by the shadows cast from the hood of his cloak over his face. Dressed in studded leathers of dark browns and greens, the figure bears an empty bandoleer across his chest, stripped of the daggers it once held. His hands are covered in leather gloves bearing the print of a bird, a swallow across the back of each. His legs are garbed in a simple set of leather pantaloons leading to simple traveler’s boots which fall silently with each step.
As the man looks up at his would be rescuers, Elendil mentions the need to move quickly, but the man grabs her by the arm and holds her firm catching her eye. “You shouldn’t have freed me. Now I’ll never get near enough to Bolikar to kill him. I don’t know what you ladies think you’re doing playing hero but you’re likely to get yourselves killed out here.” The man gives a shrill whistle and released Elendil’s arm. From the skies shot a streak across the moon and into the clearing came a hawk, its feathers a rich brown save for the single golden tuft of feathers just above the tail. Swooping down in front of the figure, the bird dropped a set of keys, before landing on his shoulder, where he petted it affectionately.
“I could have gotten out at any time.” The man reiterates dangling the keys. “But what’s done is done, and this place is not safe. Let us make haste.”
With that the trio, along with buttercup hastened down the forest path away from the mine, and closer to the Keep, where they sought refuge off the beaten trail much to Buttercup’s dismay as branches and pine needles scratched at her sides.
The figure looked towards the two women, whose eyes showed they wanted answers, probably to more questions than he could answer, but he owed them at least a proper introduction. “Consider yourselves as having a brush with Fate, for that be my name. Fate Damascus, though certainly you ladies don’t look to be the types that belong in these parts. As his grey eyes fell over Elendil he wondered why the elf had left the Wealdath, lest she was one of their scouts, surveying the swelling of goblinkind so near their borders, but the other one, seemed more apt to be in a library or school than out in the foothills of the mountains with her joke of a pony.
“I am of the Black Claw Mercantile company, sent upon compensation to rid these hills of Bolikar, the head of this verminous body of filth. Knowing that combating his entire force would likely be suicide, I allowed myself to be captured to be brought to Bolikar for interrogation, torture or whatever the brute had planned. It was there I planned to strike.” Fate looked to the south where more Drums blared, and a second horn answered the first with a series of short sharp blasts.
“It would seem however that you and your companions have interrupted that plan. How many of there are you? By the sounds of things you’ve brought a sizeable force to contest Bolikar’s might?”
Posted on 2008-09-21 at 01:11:14.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Jozan
Jozan posted in the coming and goings thread that he had lost internet and it would be some time before he got it back, he posted to me recently he had gotten it back sporaticalyl but only had like a 1/2 hour online a day at the present time.
Posted on 2008-09-21 at 00:36:34.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Bootskull?
Thondrek barely haad time to digest the words of their goblin 'sponsor' before the reckless carnage was started, not by the orc's on the opposite side of the field, but by Kurok, who with a single spring on his toes made off for a charge towards the skull. Seeing the Chak in action, snapped Thondrek from his musings of this rediculous situation, and as Geim spoke of warnings and tactics, Thondrek as already on the move, bringing up the rear of Kurok, with a 'Flare spell ready to go off in the eyes of the firs Orc to cross the Chak's path.'
Should Kurok 'double back' the skull to Thondrek, he'll bring to mind a swift expedious retreat (swift action) to boost his speed and charge ahead much like Kurok.
Posted on 2008-09-20 at 23:26:21.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Since we're all speaking out.
First and foremost, I've read and reread the Bootskull scenario a half dozen times, and because it ends in such a fashion where we're told we're playing the game but the game hasn't actually started, and there's nothing strictly to 'react to'. (Ie I don't even know who has the skull, was a whistle blown to begin or what...) I was waiting to see if someone would post something that I could react to..
This falls on my shoulder's and noone elses, particularly due to the fact that this past couple weeks has been very Trying of my time. On top of regular working 40-50 hours a week at my normal job, I've just taken on the planning and CAtering of a 200-250ppl wedding in my free time, And, have restarted the works on opening a third LARP in the area. As such, and Brianna and DM can testify, I've been kept from doing alot of posting, I must have told them I'd update for them every day now for a week... (To which I say again Sunday!..I hope).
I've not lost interest in the game, far from it the Bootskull Scenario really piqued my interest as a new and fun way to go about things. Real life it seems has hit the majority of your players with alot on their plate all at once these past couple weeks.
I can understand your frustration as a DM who lost Nomachron due to similar reasons after 3 great years. AS such I also understand if you want to restart or take it in a new direction, but if you can bare with me/us I hope we can keep this going as like I've said before, it's my Saturday morning routine to come read your updates and start my day with a brain buzz of creativity. But since we havn't been posting that leavesl ittle for you to update to and well, I've thrown a wrench in my own well oiled routine machine lol. But yeah, long story short, please bare with us, but if not I understand.
Posted on 2008-09-20 at 23:15:53.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Records of lodoss
Dangles his autographed copy of the movie signed by the lovely voice of deedlit. Now i want to watch that again. But i'm at work!
Posted on 2008-09-20 at 09:31:22.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Frankly
I'm not sure what to post other than.
"grunt moan and plays along." granted I can extend it somewhat but we'll see... Will try to post on lunch at work tonight. no time now.
Posted on 2008-09-20 at 02:14:24.
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Topic: Ye scurvy dogs!
Subject: Grugg..
if for no other positive influence on this world, you bring joy and epillepse(Sp?) to everyon with your bright flashy animations.
Yaar..
Posted on 2008-09-20 at 02:12:51.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Doin my Job.
Pm's sent...
Will update on Sunday...
Peach Coctail is yummy..
Lack of Sleep makes DM go sumthing sumthing..
zzzzZZZZZ
Posted on 2008-09-19 at 19:57:17.
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Topic: When The Silence Breaks... Q/A
Subject: if I didn't tell you already
since it's not on my sheet...
Reuban's languages are High-Common (Noble speech) The General Langauge of Elven from which other factions and 'subraces' have tailored their own. So think 'english' yet our english, European english, American English and Austrailian English all have their own variants to connotation, structure and in some cases meaning.
And Goblinoid.
Posted on 2008-09-17 at 22:46:19.
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Topic: Special op & black op Help
Subject: That while it has some presumably wiki copied information...
http://shadowspear.com/jtf2.htm
...has alot more details on missions and activity.
Posted on 2008-09-16 at 22:45:37.
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Topic: Special op & black op Help
Subject: If you can find it
Canada has it's own Spec Ops group known as the JTF2. While details of the group are classified, it was organized in '93 by the CF to handle such things as 'blacklight' missions and terrorist threats.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joint_Task_Force_2
That actually gives alot of details..
Canada is also home to the now famous Camp X.
Camp X was established December 6, 1941 by the British Security Coordination's (BSC) chief, Sir William Stephenson, a Canadian from Winnipeg, Manitoba and a close confidante of Winston Churchill and Franklin Delano Roosevelt.[1] The camp was originally designed to link Britain and the United States at a time when the US was forbidden by the Neutrality Act to be directly involved in World War II. After the attack on Pearl Harbor and America's entrance into the war, Camp X opened for the purpose of training Allied agents from the Special Operations Executive, Federal Bureau of Investigation, and American Office of Strategic Services to be dropped behind enemy lines as saboteurs and spies.
Camp X was jointly operated by the BSC and the Government of Canada. The official names of the camp were many: S 25-1-1 by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP), Project-J by the Canadian military, and STS-103 (Special Training School 103) by the SOE (Special Operations Executive), a branch of the British intelligence service MI-6.[1]
Camp X trained over five hundred Allied units of which 273 of these graduated and moved on to London for further training. Many secret agents were trained here.[1] The Camp X pupils were schooled in a wide variety of special techniques including silent killing, sabotage, partisan support & recruitment methods for resistance movements, demolition, map reading, skilled use of various weapons, and Morse code.
More on Wikipedia and the like.
It is also speculated that the author of the James bond Novels Ian Flemming a trainee fo that very camp took inspiration from his experiences and of Sir William Stephenson for his books.
Posted on 2008-09-16 at 22:18:13.
Edited on 2008-09-16 at 22:44:40 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: A three prong strike.
Across the encampments war drums and battle calls echoed into the night. Goblins, orcs, gnolls, and other monsters possibly yet unseen were mustering to the call all the while around the swarming masses of enemies three groups of would-be heroes moved to engage. To the south, a plan, albeit a much debated over, yet with perhaps much left unsaid was formulated. The plan, as best discerned, was to ride on horseback towards the horn blasts suspected origin, dismount and engage when necessary, but otherwise avoid drawing too much attention on their way to hopefully assist some unseen potential ally in the fight. Even if it were likely another patron and their group, a combined mustering of forces would at least put them at an advantage for the time being, though none would truly put any amount of ‘trust’ in the other with so much on the line.
Mounted once more they rode north across their bridge of choice, and into the trees. They could spot through the trees the torchlight and movement of enemies all around them, but they could not afford to be separated or surrounded, so onward they rode. Their thundering hooves carried them swift and hard into the night, but before long as was expected they began to draw much attention, and a force moved to interject. Caught on the paths between camps, their line of horses were left with little maneuverability as a doting bunch of torchlights moved closer, then one by one went out, leaving their advance shrouded in darkness.
Those with darkvision could see there was a small force of goblins, accompanied by a few gnolls advancing from within the cover of the trees and obscured from most people’s view with the shade of night., but everyone knew that combat would soon be upon them in a most unfavorable place unless they made a quick decision whether to fight or flee.
To the north, Elendil and Bronwyn were engaged with their own foes. Elendil was beset by two gnolls, and with a diagonal slash from the lower left up across her body, and into the flesh of the gnoll it went, in an attempt to block the undoubted strike of the second gnoll. Her blade bit deep into the first’s flesh, a bloody rut left through the gut of the hairy creature, which clutched its wound with its fingers, but the bleeding was far too severe, and it collapsed before being able to mount a counter attack. The second gnoll however’s strike came about lower than expected, and passed under the upturned blade of the ranger. The sharp blade of the battleaxe bit deep into the elf’s side eliciting a scream muffled through clenched teeth. (27/49hp)
Bronwyn, surprisingly putting her own safety aside for the moment, recited the incantation for her Magic Missile spell, the three darts of force slamming into the back of the gnoll, slumping him forward against the ranger, the eyes in its hyena resembling head rolling back into its skull as it died.
The single gnoll, with a broken nose and sense of pride, watched Bronwyn’s magic, and decided it wanted nothing to do with the witch. It turned to run, howling out a warning to all who would hear, before disappearing from sight after a full out run took it from view. (Full round of movement.)
To the east, combat was also engaged, with Atharam and Hawkrill moving around in a circle trying to dispatch their enemies, while the goblins hooted and hollered while jumping around and thrusting their crude spears at the pair. The pair, along with their horses in tow managed to fell three goblins rather quickly, the remaining three backing off and throwing their javelin’s not at the riders, but the broader, larger steeds, hoping to dismount the knights by force. Unfortunately for the goblins, the steeds were as thick skinned and armored as their masters, and the weapons harmlessly bounced off the protective wear. With Seleyon’s unflinching accuracy, she felled two more goblins with her long shafted arrows, leaving only a single quivering greenskin before the pair of knights. It’s knees were literally rattling against one another, while it let loose whatever ‘courage’ was left down its legs.
Posted on 2008-09-16 at 21:00:30.
Edited on 2008-09-16 at 23:41:14 by Kaelyn
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: working
on updates now..
will hopefully have them done soon.
Posted on 2008-09-16 at 06:19:52.
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Topic: Cirro: Prologue
Subject: Heh
I may not be the best one to look for for a visual, or perhaps I am both reasonings are valid based on my ADHD. My DM'ing as far as informational Dice rolling, description and such change with every update. Sure, this last batch I included dice rolls, before that, other than letting someone know what criticals were made I can't remember off hand... I prefer to use maps and heavy description instead, but in my player's scenario where they are taking on multiple entire encampments of enemies, simple information such as who attacks who and what the outcome is is helpful along with the 'flavor text' to give clarity and concise actions.
But uh, feel free to peruse my game as it was mentioned for a feel of wht I mean.
Posted on 2008-09-16 at 02:28:02.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: unfortunately
due to lack of any clear direction, I'm not updating today for the main group. Please discuss via Q/a a solid course of action and I'll take it from there.
Posted on 2008-09-15 at 23:00:41.
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Topic: When the Silence Breaks...
Subject: a Beacon of Faith
The morning mists still swirled around Reuban’s feet as he made his way through the streets of Sankirst while the first rays of the sun gently washed his face in a caress of warmth to chase away the evening chill. Winter was fast approaching, which meant much would need to be done before the frost and snow set in. Reuban Vexille, child of Liris, sword of righteousness and shield to the weak; made his way down the paved and cobblestone streets towards the marketplace for some last minute supplies. He had been charged with the vested interests of the church, and to bring a northward pointing moral compass to the expedition of finding the thought lost or endangered Jauques le Vert. Reuban found something comforting of taking these early morning walks. There was symbolism in the new dawn chasing away the darkness of night, the rising of the sun bring light and opportunity to the world, and often chasing away all those things that go bump in the night back to their holes and hide-a-ways. As Rueban approached a local vendor, a blacksmith by trade, his medium blue eyes gazed over the wares provided. Swords, shields, and suits of armor fashioned the walls of the shop, and the cases and racks lining the floor.
“Good morrow and wet met Brathis” Reuban said as the smithy stoked his furnace for another days work. In a city with the wealth and size of Sankirst, Brathis’shop was far from the largest, or finest quality, his raising of a family of three stout sons and a beautiful little girl prevented him the finances to expand or hire extra help. It was for those same reasons however that Reuban preferred to keep what aid he could amongst the small businesses. Members of guilds and conglomerates could take care of their own, money ran like the wine in their gem encrusted goblets, but it was the little people as it were that made the backbone of any civilization.
Brathis looked up, his face clear the only time it would be today, for soon smoke, ash and soot would blacken his tanned complexion from view.
“Good Morrow to you as well Master Vexille. Come for a sharpening of yer blade, or perhaps something else?”
Reuban ran his fingers over the riveted steel of a suit of leather hanging on a dummy, and turned to Brathis, with a smile. “Aye, but not from you today good Brathis. Duty takes me far I find, and I’ll not the luxury of your company, or skill for some time. In your stead however, I will take the knowledge and hours shared in your fine smithy, as well as a few supplies.”
Atharam hefted a large steel shield from a rack, emblazoned with raised rivets of light, spanning from the point to the wider crest of the kite shield. “A shield to protect myself and those around me...” And he walked over to a weapons display and testing the weight of a couple blades, chose a longsword bearing Brathis’ branding upon the blade just above the simple crossguard. “... a blade to dispatch those who would not so readily accept the mercy of the Goddess.”
Brathis nodded his head, and pulled out a small satchel. “Then ye’ll be needing a stone and oils to keep them pristine out in the field. They say a swords only as good as the one who wields it, but I be saying the warrior’s only as strong as the blade in its grasp.” With a toss, Reuban soon found his arms full as he slung the shield over his pack and the blade into a sheath affixed to his belt. “I do wish I could get out for a spell, see more of the world and adventure,” Brathis said. “But my place is here, perhaps my sons will have that liberty.” Reuban smiled and nodded. Placing the appropriate coins upon the counter, and an additional Rommel out of courtesy. Thirty six rommels down, and Reuban was by far a rich man. Perhaps it was his lack of finery that allowed him to interact on a level of compassion and understanding with the common folk, despite his noble standing. He had been offered much finer equipment from his father when he joined, like him the knightly order, but kindly denied, professing all he needed Liris would provide. And she had, for he had his health, his faith, and now, a pair of new items to compliment his mission. With a thanks and a fond farewell, Reuban left Brathis’ smithy, to pick up the remainder of his supplies. A short bow and a quiver of arrows, as well as a package of candles (10), some flint and steel and a couple pieces of chalk would set him back a further 32 rommels, 2 silver and 2 copper, leaving him with 31 rommels, 7 Silver, and 8 coppers. He would hold onto them for now.
Reuban looked at the sun as it rose in the distance, he had a breakfast appointment with a marshal down in the harbor. And thus would his normal routine lead him to a most unusual twist of fate. As Reuban pushed open the wooden door to the The Burning Treant Tavern, the paladin found all eyes and ears given to the large Gano in the corner.
As he spoke to a rather unusual group of patrons this early morning, his thick accent revealed his home to be north, in the frozen land of Dascau.
“My friends. I ask that you listen to me, even if just for a few moments.” As his deep voice rumbled throughout the barroom, all eyes turned on him, included those of the barkeep, Jakkam Gren, a rather rotund fellow who frequently told of past stories of travel and adventure.
“My name is Gunther, of the Eternal Mountain clan. I know of your plight with the missing Jaques le Vert, for he came to me shortly before disappearing. I was there with him when the mountain crumbled, though my courage failed me upon that eve, and I lost him in the gravel storm as I fled.”
Gunther’s eyes flickered at that statement. His appearance surely suggested somebody with more brawn than to flee like that! But then, few people actually claimed to have seen the star obliterate the mighty peak… He quickly regained his composure, and carried on.
“I have been given a second chance to redeem myself for that shameful act. My village’s shaman has had a vision in which le Vert is in danger. He is lost within the ruins of Dal Aurem, and I may regain favour from the ancestors by finding him.
“I cannot do this alone, however, and I seek the aid of a band of those who possess the strength of the bear, and the spirit of the crag lion, to accompany me into the rubble of that great mountain. The future of my village is dependent on this, and I promise a blessing from my shaman in return for assistance. It is the most I can offer.”
At that, the large man returned to his chair by the fire, staring into its lapping flames as the common room slowly returned to its previous state of small conversation and general morning activity. Could it be that this man was a representative of the Zantrical? The timing was pretty good, but he hardly seemed the type to be involved in a trade company. Still, there was a great sincerity in his plea, and although he didn’t seem to be much of an orator, his words still echoed in the minds of those present in the hall.
A trio of patrons had pledged their allegiance to Gunther’s cause, and Reuban felt a familiar swelling in his chest. It was that feeling he got whenever he felt like he might make a difference. He looked around, realizing his breakfast meeting was nowhere to be found, and silently thanked Liris for her subtle guiding hand. Not only did this man seek to reclaim his honor, but the task would fall in the guidelines of the church’s instructions for him.
Reuban stepped forward and slung his pack atop the nearest barstool, the heavy shield clanging against the wooden bar-top. “A man’s honor is more valuable than their weapon or armor, for such a sense of honor strengthens the heart beneath the steel, and the mind behind the blade. It is a dutiful, and courageous thing to wish to recover something so valuable lost. And shows even more character to admit that in your fault where you have erred, to ask for the help of others.”
Reuban approached the man, his right arm swiping the yellow and white cloak of his religion behind him and extending an arm out in respect and as a brother in arms. “I am Reuban Vexille, knight of Veythor, child of Liris, and I am the prime example of one who blessed with a second chance, the mercy of others have risen from the ashes to shine anew as a symbol to the masses. You have the strength of my arm and the might of my faith to see your honor returned friend, and with it Liris willing, le Vert as well.”
Standing there in his gleaming white breastplate and yellow cloak, Reuban stood out in the darkened tavern like the rays of the sun which breached the spaces In the boards or filtered in through the window. Here and now he shone, in the face of the populous, and he would continue to shine through the difficult journey ahead, until all we seen home in victory.
Posted on 2008-09-15 at 22:54:31.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Monday
Tomorrow is my move along update date....
Would like to have a clear direction to move everyone tomorrow... please let me know...or else I pick a course of action...
Cd points awarded...
Chris goes back to bed now 
Posted on 2008-09-14 at 22:43:22.
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