The Red Dragon Inn - home of the Audalis campaign setting.  Online D&D gaming, art, poerty, stories, advice, chat, and more

We currently have 3459 registered users. Our newest member is Tzimisce.
Online members: Nomad D2
Username Password Remember me
Not a member? Join today! | Forgot your password?
Latest Updated Forum Topics
Common Room - Memorial Day (posted by Boo Boo)Remember Them, Honor Them
Dungeons and Dragons - The Trilogy War (posted by Nomad D2)The Trilogy War
Q&A Threads - FFd20 Crimson Falcons QA take 2 (posted by Nomad D2)FF QA 2.0
Recruitment Threads - Recruitment for Dark Sun setting campaign? (posted by Nimu)Dark sun recruitment
Q&A Threads - Trilogy War Q/A (posted by SirSadaar)Trilogy War Q/A
Latest Blog Entries
Revenge of the Drunken Dice
Latest Webcomics
Loaded Dice #80: Priorities
RPG MB #12: Slime is Slime
Floyd Hobart Filler: Dead Dead Dead
There are currently 0 users logged into DragonChat.
Is the site menu broken for you? Click here for the fix!

You are here: Home --> Forum Home --> Recent posts by Kaelyn
Topic: The counting game
Subject: for the record


my last imputted number is still in the submission phase... the characters are so numerous RDI's having trouble actually accepting it lol..

Posted on 2008-11-11 at 05:00:13.

Topic: The counting game
Subject: hmmm how many characters does this game allow?


999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,
999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999

Grugg: I cleaned this unholy abomination up so it doesn't distort the page. This is why Im going to hate this game.

Posted on 2008-11-11 at 04:54:04.
Edited on 2008-11-11 at 16:12:36 by Grugg

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: the potions effects


Sib almost has it right.. Think of it as now having enchanced Dwarven Stonecunning with a built in 'Stone Tell' spell. For an unknown duration.

Posted on 2008-11-11 at 04:52:10.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: as I have it in my minds eye..


Linnix is at your back, with Aelistae within 10', having crushed the Gnoll Artanis previously wounded...

All around you is the closing ring of goblins' gnolls and orcs

(which btw you all did very well as 90% of enemy swings were misses)



Posted on 2008-11-11 at 03:18:55.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: posted


as noted , only one round because of all the changes to original plans..

Posted on 2008-11-11 at 01:20:43.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Combat!


In the quiet suburbs of civilized lands, men women and children lay comfortably in their beds, wrapped in blankets of wool and a sense of safety to ease their slumber. There they dream of all things, from romance and adventure to nightmares of horror which cause them fitful rest. Somewhere, someone was dreaming up armies of the horde bloodthirsty and savage, with brave heroes clashing against the forces of evil. Little did they know that far to the north, what they dream, removed from the dangers of that harsh reality were being lived in the harsh present, and lives hung in the balance.

Hawkrill had been thrown from Charger when Bolikar’s mighty boulder throw, and for how bad the priest of Helm looked, Charger was wholly crushed, the left side of its torso impacted, rib cage splintered as its chest barely rose with painful breath, at least one lung collapsed and blood pooling around the steed. Next to him, Atharam high atop Raykel watched the pair fall, and with a glance to Seleyon, he knew he had to aid the less experienced squire, and trust in the scout’s skill to hold her own a little while longer. Wheeling Raykel off to the right, Atharam trotted the few paces over to his companion, amazed as the squire crawled, through gritted teeth towards Charger. His eyes welled in pain but he would not let them fall as he struggled against the waves of agony that pulsed through his mangled left leg, armor and flesh intermingled, the dented greaves jarring and jutting through his broken skin. He was muttering something indistinguishable over the din of combat, but as Atharam reached him, and called upon his inherent god given gift to heal, sliding off the side of Raykel’s military saddle, one hand holding the pommel while he tilted to reach the priest’s shoulder upon which to lay hands, Hawkrill himself released his prayer, pouring healing energies into Charger via a Cure Moderate Wounds. The steeds breathing became more relaxed ,as much of the internal damage was healed, and while ribs were still cracked and the mare would not be fit to bare the weight of a rider without more aid, at least it was not in dire threat of dying from bleeding out. The surrounding goblin forces however might prove otherwise. (Charger’s Status-Yellow/Green)

Atharam, placing a steel laced hand upon Hawkrill’s shoulder pumped enough healing into his friend to ease his pain. (all 20 points of Lay on hands for the day) (Hawkrill Green Status) His leg’s broken bones set themselves, and his flesh mended forcing the metal from his skin as the invasive material was rejected.
Hawkril turned to Atharam as he helped Charger to his feet, looking at his superior with a look of grim determination upon his visage. “We came here together, and by Helm’s grace we’ll all leave her together… sir.” The squire was evidently doing the best he could to keep from crying before his leader, but he shook his eyes free of their liquid burden as he drew forth his mace in replacement to his lost spear and turned to prepare for the incoming goblins.

Income they did and Atharam and Hawkrill did the best they could to fend off the goblins around them incoming with their crude weaponry. In saving Hawkrill and Charger they had forfeited any momentum or ground, and were separated from any of the other possible allies currently engaged. Hawkrill dodged and parried a pair of swings but took one across the back as he did so, while Atharam took a hit to the back of his leg, Raykel stomping the nearest goblin beneath his powerful hooves. (Hawkril Yellow/Green Status) (Atharam 38/55HP)

Seleyon, fighting three on one cut down another goblin, but her attention was distracted by Hawkrill’s fall, and her distraction cost her a pair of small strikes from the goblins. This only served to anger the already ill-tempered woman into a heightened state of battle awareness.

~*~*~*~

Xaris, little sweet albino super gnome, had checked his typical kind nature at the door, as his training and instinctive nature took over. Cutting down goblins and their captains around him was nothing to the skilled warrior, but as the mounted knight and his steed were toppled by the hurled boulder of the presence proclaiming himself as Bolikar, the gnome’s lips curled into a smile almost involuntarily. This was the challenge he had been waiting for, this for the time being at least was the purpose of his struggle, and the force upon which his pain and frustration could be unleashed upon. The little one yelled a challenge to the ogrillion leader, calling him down from his perch to a duel with the barbarian. Finishing the issue, Xaris quaffed the muddy brown potion, which slid from the glass like molasses, and the gnome had to chew it as lumps caught in his mouth leaving a disgusting taste in its wake. As soon as the potion’s contents were forced down his throat, Xaris’ feet sank a few inches into the earth beneath his feet. As he felt the effects wash over him. Suddenly, he had an acute attuning to the earth and stone beneath and around him. His vision heightened was able to show him the most diminutive cracks and weak points of the stone walls around him, and with a little concentration, he was able to ‘hear’ the spirit of the stone around him. He could hear their ancient voices cry against the ravages of time and lack of repair. He could hear their wail against the scorching flames of the fireball that had exploded earlier, and he could hear them speak of the travesties Bolikar and his ilk had planned for the lands to the south.

Perhaps it the clamour of combat, or just common sense on behalf of the half-orc that caused him to ignore Xaris’ challenge. Instead, he watched as the forces of light and good struggled onward against his minions and his drow consort. He picked up another large section of stone high above his head, and readied it to throw at those in the bailey below, but Talus, and a pair of unseen players upon this chessboard of battle had other plans.

The warlock, seeking to cut the head from the serpent as it were, turned and invoking the eldritch power which coursed through his veins, sent a blast in the form of a black ray towards Bolikar. The ray struck the powerful foe square in the chest, jolting him with surprised pain as he fought to keep a grip on his projectile. Enraged by such a reaction he was about to crush Talus like the insect he was… until another fireball exploded into his back, followed by an arrow propelling him forward off the rooftop to land without his boulder and in pain in the bailey courtyard. (Bolikar Yellow Status)

“Rrrrrrrawwwwwwwr! Insolent troglodtye dung eaters! I will savour peeling the flesh from your bones!” Bolikar stood albeit slowly, and drew in the same action a massive two headed axe capped with the skull of a great crocodile, yellowed fangs lining the double blades of the menacing weapon.

Elendil and Bronwyn could only look on with a sense of satisfaction as the towering figure fell out of sight to land below. Hopefully their contribution would help turn the tide of this battle; but was that enough to satiate Brownyn’s newfound lust for action?

The goblin ring closed on everyone then, with Intella, Artanis and Dylan’s wolf left to try and protect all the less proficient combatants while they did their best to resist the overwhelming odds. Dylan swapped his rapier for violin, and to the sound of Aelistae’s voice above began a performance to bolster the courage of his comrades. Bart, still wounded thrust his pitchfork forward, but his head wound disoriented him enough that his strike missed the intended target, and soon everyone found themselves surrounded. The wolf successfully bit a goblin, (goblin Red Status) and Artanis exchanged blows with a gnoll that struck out at Xaris, clipping the gnome’s shoulder. (Xaris 39/61hp) her well timed strikes almost felling it in a single strike. (Gnoll Red Status) Intella felled another Orc with a critical placement Linnix, for all the conflict around her however was focused purely on the battle above, as Aelistae ‘fell back’ to quaff a potion, something obviously wrong with her friend and sister.

Ignoring the threats all around her, Linnix took aim for the woman above her and fired, suffering a couple of opportunistic strikes from nearby goblins. (Linnix 17/37hp) Thankfully however her shot got off, but it did little to bypass the enchantments the Lolthite priestess had erected. Aelistae, for all her troubles, would not relent in her struggle against the enemy of her faith, the darkened shadow of how her life could have been. She gripped her court blade resigned to wait until an opportunity presented itself, but wasn’t exactly hoping for much.

The Lolthite, however was not done with her Elistraeen toy in her cat and mouse scheme. Taking a 5’ step back herself, she incanted spell to undo and unweave current binding magics, focusing the Dispel Magic on Aelistae, robbing her of her enchanted wings, and the priestess found herself falling quickly to the earth below. Perhaps the blindness was a boon rather than a burden as she didn’t see the ground, or the poor gnoll beneath her rush up towards her and break her fall with it’s now dead body. (Aelistae (5/38hp -2STR blinded) The fall nearly stole consciousness from the priestess as it had stolen the life from the gnoll she had fallen upon. One down, dozens to go, the priestess was now next to her friends, but also prone, in pain, and still diseased.

(Only doing one round currently because so many plans may have changed. Will likely do a quick update mid week if posts are in to account for round two, Brownyn and Elendil‘s new actions and other stuff.)


Posted on 2008-11-11 at 01:18:33.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Update


is underway, Jozan I've noted your post and am updating to include it.... Will hopefully have it up within the next hour or so.

Posted on 2008-11-10 at 22:15:18.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Update


working on update today, by all accounts it should be up before bed tonight Will be at friends family most of the day (borrowing their laundry facilities lol) But it'll give me plenty of time to type something up while I keep a low profile.

Posted on 2008-11-10 at 18:43:04.

Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Hmmm


(Deunan's backpost for her attacks in Round 2)
Deunan took a series of hits that only fueled her fire further to rid this world of the invaders blasphemous presence, and she counter attacked calling upon the Realm of Light and the Guardinals to guide her hand in a Smite against evil.

(Next Round)
Deunan would not relent in her attacks against the enemy Foot Soldier, her strength in Faith, and her Ally would not let her give up.

Armand, now fully alert and on his feet, sought to give Deunan a hand in combat, and with a twiddle of his fingers called forth 5 darts of magical force.

"Arcane Missiles of magic force, I summon thee to now fly forth!"

Posted on 2008-11-10 at 04:25:18.

Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Combat


Deunan and Armand were woken rather rudely from there rest as the first encounter with the Linsemptus Scouts and their ringleader launched an ambush on the mostly unprepared party.

The counteroffensive seemed to be quite effective for the time being, but as Deunan rose from her slumber, and grabbed her enchanted weapon for a charge against the nearest opponent (+1 Bastard sword of Ghost Touch), Armand wove the incantations for something to aid their companions in the ensued combat.

"Powers that be, forces of light, grant your warrior a Dragons Might!"

When the incantation was complete, Deunan's face was covered in a faint tracing of golden scales, the scales itself soon faded, but the golden radiance remained.

Armand is incanting a Draconic Might focused on Deunan to assist in her charge and the fact that she did not have time to don her armor.

(The subject of the spell gains a +4
enhancement bonus to Strength, Constitution,
and Charisma. It also gains
a +4 enhancement bonus to natural
armor. Finally, it has immunity to
magic sleep and paralysis effects.
Length 10 minutes))

Posted on 2008-11-08 at 02:07:09.
Edited on 2008-11-08 at 02:11:30 by Kaelyn

Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Armand will pose the question on everyone's mind...


Armand listened to Willow's curiousity voiced, then subsequently silenced by Xira's curt response. "Since we're all wondering it anyways, I might as well give voice to the thoughts we all undoubtedly share. How did you come about being the owner of that tainted weapon, the details of your acquisition must be as intriguing as the infernal thing itself. A weapon that feels evil, yet isn't, repels and shuns the light, but isn't dark... it's like a blight upon this world that simply cannot suffer to be cured... it simply exists to exist.. I would know more of you Strange Warrior, for in all my travels I have never encountered such a pair of individuals as you... And yes, I do so claim sentience in that blade you bear, for certainly it has a will if I sensed but a glimpse of it's true nature."

To that, Caduceus stopped his mental squabbling long enough for a reply, the topic of another sentient object piquing his own interests.


Posted on 2008-11-07 at 15:16:53.

Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: as I told Reralae


I'm never going to sleep again.. I'm memorizing Slumber swap and transferring all my fatigue to Vilyamar's Dusk, who can sleep it all off in an hour lol.

Posted on 2008-11-06 at 00:26:10.

Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Watching over the flock


They had left with the scout after her the sprite’s interjection and healing after Xira’s Death Scythe floored Armand after his attempted removal of the deadly, and distinctly evil weapon. Such power, I’ve not bore witness too before. The priest thought to himself, as he cast a Restoration spell upon himself with what little strength he had remaining to remove the taint of the negative energy which had encompassed him. Deunan came near and sprinkled the diamon dust over her comrade as he invoked the healing rite, feeling the cleansing power of the heavens purge his wracked body.

By all that is holy I will find the means with which to overcome that artifact of hell… He thought repeatedly as they made their way across the landfall before them. For the majority of the first leg of the adventure Armand remained quiet. Deunan and Caduceus understanding that what Armand had just experienced was far more than just a blow to his ego, but a resounding hammer fall upon his anvil of faith. Never before had something so easily overwhelmed him, and never again in the priests mind would he allow such an undertaking to rid him of his senses.

Armand ridiculed himself for not erecting the proper defences against the dark arts. Wards against negative energy and afflictions should have been the first thing he placed, and he mulled over his plans for the next attempt at destroying the piece of abyssal weaponry.

~*~
As they neared dusk, and the Scout made motion for camping for the night, Armand would have preferred to continue on, their day had only just begun, but he knew too the value of proper rest. Dusk, the soldiers and the Scout had a banter about watch responsibilities, but Armand knew that tomorrow would bring about a whole new plethora of challenges, and thusly did not mind the chance for sleep.

“Deunan and I will stand watch while Dusk regains his stamina, I’ve much to contemplate anyways. We will take our rest when relieved.” Armand says at last. “A couple extra sets of eyes will help in the coming darkness.”

Deunan simply nodded, while Caduceus remained silent, having his own private conversation with Armand via telepathy.

Armand and Deunan set themselves on the side of the fire, backs to each other while they cast their gazes off into the coming night. They spoke about the past and the present, allowing for conversation to anyone who was awake enough to inquire to them, basically killing time, while keeping a keen eye out on the surrounding area. Armands’nimbus of light, a soft gloy with a radius of 20’ acted as double strength circle of protection vs.Evil and lesser globe of invulnerability covered Deunan and others close by, and his constant ability to grant a bless, virtue, guidance, and resistance to those around him, would afford those sleeping within sight a slight buffer against anything that may think to strike while they were unprepared. He would watch over those with him like a Sheppard would their flock.

(allowing for convo etc)

At the end of the hour, if uneventful, Armand prepares for sleep, but before he does casts “Omen of Peril.”, begging the gods above the question.. “Does danger loom around the bend as I close my eyes to this days end?”

Posted on 2008-11-06 at 00:24:34.

Topic: help the webmaster, part deux!
Subject: Your vote has now been made official. Thanks for participating!


Two more from me.

Posted on 2008-11-05 at 22:24:21.

Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: To simplify...


According to the PHB and DMG...

You cannot 'rest' more than once in a 24 hour period to regain any daily spell slots, abilities, or charges... simple enough..

A mage cannot sleep from midnight to 8am... use some spells in combat, then sleep from noon to 8pm and regain his spells again..

A Balrog cannot Summon demons at 3 in the morning, finish destroying a small town and eating it's populous, stop for a nap, and summon more in the same 24 hour period..

A Helm of Teleportation cannot be used three times, then after the user rests for 8 hours be used again.... the following day the helm recharges... (typically at midnight) Meaning whether 1 charge or three were used be it throughout the day or all at 11:59pm... as of 12:00am they return.

Just putting in my two cents.

Posted on 2008-11-05 at 22:19:40.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Playing smart vs meta-gaming.


If we were gaming around a table. Certain table talk and strategies would be expected. I don't consider those together in the game strategizing as wrong. Now if bri or dm suddenly posted or suggested that they had a potion of neutralize disease for aelistae., then i might have an issue because there's no possible reason for them to come to that plan of action due to their positions. So talk amongst yourselves and i'll make judgement call if i think someone is crossing the line.

Posted on 2008-11-05 at 10:18:14.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Playing smart vs meta-gaming.


If we were gaming around a table. Certain table talk and strategies would be expected. I don't consider those together in the game strategizing as wrong. Now if bri or dm suddenly posted or suggested that they had a potion of neutralize disease for aelistae., then i might have an issue because there's no possible reason for them to come to that plan of action due to their positions. So talk amongst yourselves and i'll make judgement call if i think someone is crossing the line.

Posted on 2008-11-05 at 10:17:53.

Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: Postage


I actually have a post in mind for tomorrow... Will try to post an Armand/ healing/ moving on / setting watch post up on the morrow.

Posted on 2008-11-05 at 04:20:23.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: hmmm


Whatever the outcome of posts and die rolls... This is certainly one of the more interesting combats I've run. (crap he said interesting again.. we're all gonna die!)

Posted on 2008-11-05 at 04:15:55.

Topic: Santa Baby...
Subject: I want...


a Quasar Arcade game... Like the big bulky took a quarter to play in the 80's game.

Posted on 2008-11-05 at 04:14:30.

Topic: Quantum of Solace (sans spoilers)
Subject: Spoiler just for Grugg..


There's this guy, and he does stuff, and people die....



Posted on 2008-11-04 at 04:34:49.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Boulder


Was about the size of a Mini fridge? judge accordingly lol..

Bolikar stands about 11' tall, and yes, the Drow combat is taking place pretty much straight up above the center circle area of the stronghold.

Posted on 2008-11-03 at 21:59:10.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: in light of the above..


Lol... that is all

Posted on 2008-11-03 at 15:17:21.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: ugh..


I said interesting didn't I? Perhaps I should have said the dice have all formed a plan to slaughter you all through poor saves and untimely arrivals of other beasties?

Posted on 2008-11-03 at 15:12:12.

Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: Tides of War


The goblin rabble had turned from a swarming mass of disorganized filth into a rank and filed brigade, augmented with halberd wielding gnolls, axe bearing orcs, and to top it off, a flying drow from which to supervise from above. Bolikar himself still hadn’t made an appearance, one gate was shut, and the momentum of combat was indisputably shifting from advantageous to…well, anything but.

Seleyon was cut off from the rest of her team, and though her bow was her preferred weapon of choice, she was no novice to getting into the thick of things when the situation required. With her curved scimtar whirring about her frame in a defensive line she fought earnestly to stave off the blows as four from the three deep line of goblins separated from the wall, to engage the woman, the wall tightening ranks with seemingly endless reinforcements. The quartet of trouble approached, circling round to flank the forest-born elf. From three sides and between they attacked, and Seleyon miraculously avoided all four incoming morningstars. The failed attack did little to bolster the already cowardly creature’s resolve, and the Helmite scout sought to take advantage of any and all little blessings her Lord bestowed. Turning on her heel, and bringing her scimitar up across her body in a right ankle to left shoulder diagonally sweep upwards, her finely crafted blade caught a goblin in a similar, opposite swath, opening up his chest and dropping him to the dirt in a pool of brackish blood.

~*~

Back within the ring of enemies, Atharam saw Seleyon’s skill, and had to commend the only woman he’d ever met who could best him in a feat of physical strength. Yet for all her strength, the enemy numbers were numerous, and she would tire. Gathering Hawkrill to his side, their great steeds rising in a turn as goblins gasped and flinched at the sight, before being cowed and pushed back into formation.

“Hang on, Seleyon!” The knight screamed as loud as he possibly could so that she would know he was coming to her side. Though his adrenaline allowed him to ignore it, his throat was gradually becoming raspy from his extreme vocals. Losing it was something he could not afford… “Steel your resolve! You are not alone!”

Without room to mount a charge, the knight and his squire could only hope to trample over, and hack their way through to their sister of battle. Atharam and Hawkrill moved side by side, protecting at least one of their flanks, but the reach of a Halberd was long, and their were many goblins between them and their goal. With hoof stomping, sword swinging, and spear jabbing they clashed with the wall of monsters which reveled in the chance to spill human blood, spurned forward by the deep rhythm of the war drums, which seemed to sing “Death”
“Death”
“Death”
With every beat.

~*~

A Drow! Here, now. While the typical dweller of the Underdark was known to revel in anarchy and sow the seeds of chaos, Aelistae still wasn’t quite prepared to see one of her evil kin. Kin, the very word meant there was a blood-tie, a bond of family; and now, seeing one of her race, of the kind she left behind made her stomach lurch with a pang of disgust.

The Drow priestess of Lolth had issued the challenge, more of a threat really, but it would not shake the resolve of Aelistae, or her faith in Eilistraee.

“No! We’re not in the lightless caverns of the Underdark here. There are no other Spider Kissing Bitches to save you. But Eilistraee is everywhere on this moonlit night – in my heart, in my soul, and guiding my arm. We shall see whose Goddess is stronger!”

As Aelistae gave her passionate retort, she felt something surface deep within her. It was like a warm hug on a cold night, and it came from deep within, and as she basked in the embrace of the hidden warmth the priestess knew that somehow, her Goddess had heard her cry, and for this encounter, she was not alone. (Utilizing CD point Bonus 2 for this encounter)

As Aelistae sheathed her blade long enough to produce a scroll, and when her reading of it’s ensorcelled page was complete, the priestess had grown a pair of feathery wings. She gazed skyward, and prepared for a battle unlike she had ever experienced, save perhaps in a nightmare.

~*~

Some were headed east, others straight up, but for Intella, Xaris, and Artanis, and likewise Linnix, Talus, Dylan and Bart, there was a need to cut a path through the goblinoids and their gnollish comrades to link up with each other. That in their numbers they could stand against, and defeat the overwhelming odds.

Xaris led by tossing a tangle foot bag at one of the gnolls in his path, but his throw went wide and caught the goblin beside it, wrapping it up in a sticky goo while it struggled to get free. The albino-gnome had hoped to get Artanis to throw a bag as well, but the warrior woman had always felt the best way to deal with conflict and adversity was simply to drive a blade through its gut and be done with it. So, with Intella by her side, the two women lashed out at the wall before them, small piercing weapons, and large blades working in tandem to cut a line through the gnolls, goblins and orcs to get to their friends. Artanis’ bastard-sword took to the gnoll, while Intella squared off against the nearest Orc. Both kept tabs on the goblins between them, but wouldn’t see fit to leave the mightier foes unattended to.

Intella’s strikes were both true, wounding the orc, who glowered over her and responded with an axe strike across her shoulder, chipping bone and causing intense pain to flair down her right arm. (Intella 23/36)
Artanis did marginally better, her Bastard sword cutting a clean strike up into, and through the gut of the gnoll in a powerful thrust. The creature yapped in pain clutching it’s skewered frame, and with Artanis’ removal of the blade it slumped dead to the ground.

On the other side of the wall of goblins, Dylan’s wolf, Dylan himself, Bathrolomew and Linnix and Talus behind them crashed into the wall of green skins with claw, rapier and eldritch blast working with amazing efficiency for the time being. In a matter of seconds, they were through two of the goblin lines before them, with only one more, and then the back of the line of gnolls’ goblins and orcs between them and their comrades. Unfortunately, this left them completely surrounded by the rest of the wall, and the goblins were only too eager to throw themselves and their weapon blows upon the gridlocked heroes. The strikes came in from the left and the right, and not one of those laying siege to this encampment would come out unscathed. Linnix too couldn’t hope to take a shot at the drow with so many in melee around her. She had take a defensive stance instead in hopes of avoiding more pain and injury.
(Linnix 26/ 37)
(Dylan 28/35)
(Dylans’ Celestial Wolf (Green Status)
(Talus 23/29
(Bart- Yellow Status)
It was Bartholomew this time that took the unlucky blow, as a crude cudgel topped with shrapnel managed to get past his pitchfork, and slam into the side of his head, disorienting him. When the implement was removed, there were still bits of metal sticking from the poor farmers cranium, a bloody section of flesh torn from the side of his right cheek.

~*~

Still outside the carnage, Elendil and Bronwyn were dealing with the emotional overload the poor girl was having. Her entire infrastructure had just come tumbling down, and now, out here in the middle of a war zone, all Elendil could do was hold her charge until the tear drops stopped..

~*~
Back in the ring, the enemy struck, the Halberds lunging towards any within range, the javelin’s hurled, and the morningstars readied as the ring kept its distance, choosing to strike only with ranged weapons.
(Atharam 44/55HP)
(Raykel Green Status)
(Hawkrill -Yellow Status)
(Charger-Yellow Status
(Artanis 37/50hp)
(Xaris 45/61hp)
(Aelistae 25/ 38hp)
(Intella 21/36hp)

~*~
Atharam and Hawkril were making progress Eastward, as were those fighting to link up, but the cost of injuries were mounting. And up above, at seeing Aelistae’s transformation the Llothite Drow merely grinned. Pulling herself higher to sit about 60’ above the combat zone She fell into an incantation, that when finished, shielded her in another brief glow of shifting colours. With a beckoning finger, she taunted Aelistae once more.

A glance to where Fate once fought showed only goblin forces now, with no sign of struggle or combat coming from that direction…

(End of Round one)
(Start of Round two)

~*~
Aelistae was more than ready for what was to come. Her heart, and mind resolved that only one would leave this battleground today. Bending her knees, she launched herself skyward, drawing her sword in a flash as her wings propelled her higher with each downward thrust. The Lolthite priestess floated above her as Aelistae’s charge was abruptly ended by the shimmering field around her frame, and the Courtblade slid harmlessly across her enhanced armour. In response, the Lolthite leaned in and whispered. “Feel the kiss of the Spider you so fear.” With the incant that followed, her hand took on a sickly green glow, and as she planted her palm against Aelistae’s chest, the Eilistraeen priestess felt her chest seize and her vision blur as she was infected by a contagion that sapped her sight along with her strength. (-2 Str + Blindness)

~*~ Down below, more progress was being made by the nameless band of would be heroes. Dylan’s wolf, along with the aid of Bartholomew, Talus and himself, had cut their way through to the ring, Intella and Artanis finishing off the stronger ’pillars’ barring the outside corners of their hard fought tunnel as it closed in around behind them, though not as deep as before, with fewer goblins to replace the ranks. Fortunately, this exchange of blows proved far more destructive on the enemy than our companions, with only minor wounds inflicted on their side. Xaris abandoning the second tanglefoot bag switched to his favoured sword and bypassing his comrades, charged into the nearest Gnoll he could find, the short blade eviscerating the poor bastard before he even knew what in the hells the puny white thing running at him with the glowing blue veins even was. (Critical hit for Xaris)

Linnix, finally free from melee for a brief moment, having placed herself out of harms way, wedged behind her friends, and the broken line caused by the strange knights looked up and saw Aelistae recoil, her hand instinctively clawing in front of her eyes. With her magical bolt loaded into her crossbow, she took faith in her ability and let fly. The bolt flew true, catching the Lolthite on the inside of her thigh, The priestess seethed, but could not be bothered to deal with the pain yet, that even now left her body tingling as the enchanted tip sent a jolt of electricity through her. (Lolthite- Green Status)

~*~
Outside, still coming to terms, something inside Brownyn clicked. Her tears of sorrow transmuted into fuel of a fire unlike she or anyone had ever seen come from the simple farmer’s daughter. Burying her tack and gear in a thicket, the mageling came to a decision that surprised Elendil, but the ranger knew that the girl needed closure, needed a reason to keep going and feel something more than useless. And while Revenge was not a course to be kept on long, it would serve to spurn Bronyn into action, and face this world for what it truly was.

Stepping outside of the brush, Elendil’s elvish eyes could make out a single figure standing on the rooftop make a proclamation as it hurled a large piece of rock down into the center of the stronghold. Through the gates combat could be seen, various forces battling the green skins, and above it all, two figures hovered in an aerial conflict. Whatever they chose to do they would have to do so quickly, before things got even more out of hand.

~*~

Seleyon cut down another Goblin that came within striking distance of her blade, and took a light blow to her forearm from a lucky strike. She was doing very well all things considered, and bolstered by her companions, nothing would stand in their way…

Atharam and Hawkrill finally broke through the enemies ranks, leaving more green skins’ dead, but their steeds more than them paid a heavy price. Raykel took a pair of Halberd slices across his legs, while Charger took a trio of javelins through the protective barding. The steeds though would not give in, and as Charger hoof kicked, a goblin’s lights out that came too close from behind, the White stallion was rewarded with the soothing warmth of a ‘Cure light wounds’ from Hawkrill. “We’ll make it through this yet sir!” The squire said, moments before a boulder smashed into him, and knocked him and his horse over under the power of the blast. The squire’s body lay limp and battered, knocked free of the ring of enemies as the rock smashed into the southernwall of the stronghold. Charger wasn’t moving after taking the full brunt of the blow. Looking up atop the rooftop of the northwest ‘room’ of the keep stood a single figure. Standing nearly one and a half times the size of any Orc anyone had ever seen, and with muscles bulging from beneath the furs of a lion, the figure bellowed out across the field. “I am Bolikar! You shall kneel before my might, voluntarily, or after I tear out your kneecaps it makes no difference to me!”

Health Recap

(Linnix 23/ 37)
(Dylan 27/35)
(Dylans’ Celestial Wolf (Yellow)
(Talus 21/29
(Bart- Yellow Status)
(Atharam 40/55HP)
(Raykel Yellow)
(Hawkrill -Red Status)
(Charger-Red Status)
(Seleyon -Green Status)
(Seleyon’s Horse )(left outside closed gate)
(Artanis 34/50hp)
(Xaris 43/61hp)
(Aelistae 25/ 38hp Blinded +-2STR)
(Intella 20/36hp)

(And there we have two more rounds of nerve wracking combat down (The ‘center ring of Pc’s is still surrounded by enemies, though the side facing the northern Gate is considerably thinned. Charger is not moving at all while Hawkrill is in Critical condition, and prone with enemies less than 10ft away. Aelistae is blinded, and Bolikar has made an appearance… Game on!)


Posted on 2008-11-03 at 14:51:15.
Edited on 2008-11-03 at 15:16:38 by Kaelyn

 


  Partners:       Dungeons and Dragons resources, from 2nd to 4th Edition gamegrene.com | for the gamer who's sick of the typical Dungeons and Dragons Adventures, #1 resource for D&D RPG Life forums, gamer blogs, D&D resources, roleplaying chat, dungeon maps Dungeons and Dragons 4th Edition  
View/Edit Your Profile | Staff List | Contact Us
Use of the RDINN forums or chatrooms constitutes agreement with our Terms of Service.
You must enable cookies and javascript to use all features of this site.