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OOC: Freebooter bane (powerful croak) allows all within < 30ft to Sundast get a +2 atk and +2 dmg against the Centaur |
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Slenc hurls her rock again, aiming for the glass jaw. "HIA!"
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Dice Stop Hitting Yourself:
Party: This damn horse. His damn armor. Nothing seems to hit him. You start to worry about whether any sort of physical attack is going to get through to him. (Misses) Horse: Perhaps a different target than the monk? He's too slippery. You can kick him when the rest are dead. (Misses) Still, this stupid Hitting Yourself spell isn't helping. (12 damage)
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. Last edited by Fragmaster01; Aug 28th, 2012 at 10:32 AM. |
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Slenc rummages in a pocket and casually drops an aethermine a few feet in front of her "Hey, horse! Come get me! I'm slow!"
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Ingle Land? Last edited by Caput; Aug 28th, 2012 at 11:15 AM. |
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"Whiff! Swing and a miss, but thanks for playing!"
Kib keeps moving, trying to keep the Centaur occupied.
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Jallow continues to try to pepper the centaur with arrows.
OOC: Freebooter bane (powerful croak) allows all within < 30ft to Sundast get a +2 atk and +2 dmg against the Centaur |
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Sundast growls as the enemies start to overwhelm him. Fleeing the fight, he runs for the open door back into the previous corridor where the snakes were. |
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Dice All Down to This:
Party: One of the arrows finally gets through to Sundast. (11 damage) Sundast does not succeed on his Will save, and since he's at 1 HP, he manages to punch clean through his glass head, knocking it off in a brilliant display of flying glass shards. Violence! The centaur teeters a bit, then falls over, gaining a few more cracks in the process. You watch as his 3-gemmed amulet rises up from the corpse, one of the lights blinking out, and then falling down as a bright flash fills the area. In front of you stands Sundast! Well, mostly. It didn't quite bring back all of him, it would seem, and his gear is still on the previous body. Thankfully, centaurs aren't that horrifying to look at naked. As you watch the odd display, Youko and Kib start to shiver violently, put their hands on top of their heads, and...! *POP* Blood and guts spew all over the room messily! "Well, that was a bit odd, but it seems the divinities allowing two of our heroes to be here have decided this was stupid. Very rude, I know. Still, I've got some more coming. Here's one right now..." A humanoid fox appears in mid-air, and unceremoniously *splats* down into the muck. You note that despite the violent trap disarming, the staircase to the Vault of Goodies is now open for travel, once your party gets situated.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. Last edited by Fragmaster01; Sep 6th, 2012 at 08:34 PM. |
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Jallow slides over to the bodies of their comrades. Jallow kneels down at the body of Kib the kobold and removes the gloves off the monks hands and slides them on his own. He turns to Youku the elf, unclasps his own cloak lays it on the elf. Jallow then unclasps the elfs cloak and puts it around his own neck.
Jallow stands up as he allows the others to give their respect while removing any gear they needed. |
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Sundast shakes his head as he appears back in the room. Well that was fun. he says as he looks around at the others. Can I get some help with this please? He starts stepping into his armor as best as possible, but can not reach everything and will clearly need help.
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Falling to the ground with a definitive thud, it takes some time for Alec to push himself onto his feet. "That ... muck ... didn't break my fall at all," he groaned, with his dirtied coat agreeing with the squeak of leather and metal plates. Wiping his hands on the cleanest areas of his trousers, he looked up ... and saw his new company.
"Oh! Oh, uh ... hello! Greetings, uh, friends!" he said, stepping out of the slime once he realised he was standing in giblets. "My word!" the fox-folk complained, and his face twisted in surprise once he saw his company. "Some clothes! And what are you!?" he complained to the naked centaur and slick frog respectively, "And how'd I get here? Who'd I fall into?" Last edited by Muggins; Sep 9th, 2012 at 10:29 PM. |
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Alec is interrupted by a halfling girl materializing above him, and going *splat*, sending more blood and guts everywhere as you fall back into the mess.
"Right, that should be everyone. Carry on, carry on." The wizard disappears, humming a silly tune about coffee as he goes.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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Jallow moves towards the centaur I can help you with your armor. As he snaps one of the armor buckles, the sound of a body landing nearby causes him to jump. What the... Upon looking towards the body he see the individual stand up and speak.
Don't know how you got here and and does it matter who you fell into. I dont think they mind? Jallow shrugs his shoulders as he continues to help with the armor. |
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The halfling woman scrambles to her feet, trying not to squish whatever she'd landed on. Check - make that whoever. "Oh dear. Dear, dear," she murmurs, looking over her eye-blindingly bright clothing critically. "That is not going to come out." She looks up at the others and then notices the person she's fallen on is still very much alive and would probably like her to get off of his shoulders.
"Sorry about that, thought you were dead. You know, with the blood and all." She smiles cheerfully at everyone as if it were the most normal thing in the world to be transported into an unknown place with unknown personages along with a more-than-healthy amount of gore. "I'm Karry, Karry Krinklepocket. I was told something about cleaning that old featherbrains summer home?"
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Where once we watched the small free birds fly Our love was on the wing, we had dreams and songs to sing It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry. |
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Hearing the response from the frog-folk, Alec begins to speak, "Well maybe I'm just concerned that they might be-"
And then something fell on him. Something large, heavy - blistering heavy - and very, very talkative. It chatted incessantly, clinging to his shoulders and trying to pull him down to the red paste of a floor. He winced. "Karry, Karry Krinklepocket," the thing said in a squeaky, feminine voice. "Do you mind getting off me, Krinklepocket?" he asked, turning his head to look at her. She was a halfling, not so much the huge thing he'd expected to find. Her voice, he supposed, should've tipped him off. Awkwardly leaning to one side, he tries to let her slide off him not too far from the ground, hoping his metal-lined jacket would be enough to support her. "I'm, uh, Alec by the way. Not short for anything, don't bother remembering it if you don't want to. Last edited by Muggins; Sep 18th, 2012 at 07:11 PM. |
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