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Post by Caledonian Achilles on Mar 11, 2008 21:16:55 GMT 1
The sight of Augustine with his weasel pendant is too much for the dwarf. Having already 'lost' Jukia, the wizard is determined that the rest of his family remain safe
Gripping his club tightly he moves up to clobber the beast. He ducks past the beast tempting it to strike at him and release the elf.
M: get to B3 provoking AoO
S: club +1 (1d6) on weasel (hits AC12)
AC 16vs weasel
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Post by puffthemagicdragon on Mar 12, 2008 3:17:19 GMT 1
Having barely recovered his footing, Ryxikor begins to believe that maybe his acrobatic skills are lacking, Naw, he thinks with a smile. The outcome he wanted proved true anyhow, to puncture the fat cook with his rapier. But as he retracts the blade, a crossbow bolt flies just over head, good thing Ryx was still in a crouching position. Thinking more goblins are coming in from the rear, Ryx tries to end the cook quickly, and stabs out again with his fine rapier.
Rd 2
AC: 16
HP: 10/10
Action: Attack cook with rapier
Attack: 1d20(13)+4=17
Damage: 1d6
OOC: Brettnor I think there is a penalty for firing into melee
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Post by nodaisho on Mar 12, 2008 9:32:12 GMT 1
Augustine's eyes widen with panic as the weasel grabs at his throat, and he feels himself bleeding rapidly. He takes another hack at the weasel, trying to hit something vital before it does.
Attack on soon-to-be fur coat (1d20 + 3=14)1d8 + 1 HP: 6/15 AC: 16 I sure hope that 9hp damage was from a max roll. |
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Post by achinca on Mar 12, 2008 15:04:05 GMT 1
Initiative: Stadvas, weasel, Ryxikor, Augustine, Brettnor, Oldin Stadvas, starting to get worried about the ranger swings his flail again. The warrior knowing that the weasel is latched on the throat of Augustine takes an extra second to aim for the head of the dire animal and he hits it with icredible violence. The skull explodes, covering the ranger face with brain. Ryxikor continues the skewering of the cook with his rapier with such a precision that the goblin cook apron is covered with his own blood and the goblin falls to the ground. Silence return to the kitchen as the battle has ended as quickly as it has started. 
OOC: It was maximum roll. I have been rolling real high damages lately, which is why fights have been quite fast. OOC2: XP to come soon |
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Post by Ilya on Mar 12, 2008 15:38:49 GMT 1
With a grim smile flashing briefly across his face, Stadvas shakes a few bits of brain and skull off his flail before putting it back in place. Then, he turns to Augustine and his wound, and his eyes turn to the cleric expectantly.
"I think he needs some help." and, without a pause but with a nod at the second door, he continues, "I'm guessing that's where they store food."
The warrior leaves the question if the furs are to be examined further up to Augustine and Odlin, and walks to the cook's room, interested in what is inside.
It's good to be on the dealing side of high damages... It's a completely different story with being on the receiving end.
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Post by puffthemagicdragon on Mar 12, 2008 16:42:09 GMT 1
As the goblin cook crumples to the floor, Ryxikor stairs at his handywork, then leans over and cleans the blade of his rapier on the apron. The elf peeks inside of the room the cook came out of, to make sure there are no more surprises in these immediate rooms. Once all is secure, Ryx sheaths his rapier and searches the goblin, the room the cook came out of, and the weasels bed.
search: 1d20(13)+8=21
search: 1d20(20)+8=28
search: 1d20(1)+8=9
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Post by Caledonian Achilles on Mar 12, 2008 19:39:40 GMT 1
The little wizard decides it priudent to check for other surprises to goes with the elven newcomer to check the other doors for more enemies.
Passing Augustine, Odlin gives him a reassuring pat on the shoulder trying not to aggravate the wound.
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Post by camdrom on Mar 12, 2008 20:01:33 GMT 1
Noticing Augustine struggling with his wounds Brettnor uses his newly required wand to heal him. "I hope this helps you", Seeing the magic of the wand work makes Brettnor grin with happiness, inside himself he is high on ecstacy knowing that his life long dream is being done righting the world of evil and curing others of there misfortune. "Hey Ryx a close call with that bolt, glad your nimble on those old feet of yours" Brettnor smiles at his jest
Cure light wound (1d8+2) 7
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Post by nodaisho on Mar 13, 2008 7:01:54 GMT 1
"Thanks," whispers Augustine, not wanting to stress his newly-repaired vocal cords, while gently touching around his throat. He turns to Stadvas and asks "Not much fun, is it?"
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Post by Ilya on Mar 13, 2008 17:01:55 GMT 1
Stadvas turns his attention from supervising the rogue's search possible gains towards Augustine. He grins, and touches the scar still left on his throat with the tips of his fingers. "No, it's not. But that is the risk we're taking... You've got some weasel just above your eye, by the way."
Once the search is done, Stadvas boldly steps towards the third door, and stands in front of it, preparing to open it, but first he turns around and looks at his companions to see what they think.
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Post by achinca on Mar 13, 2008 17:15:38 GMT 1
Brettnor, feeling giddy about being part of such a powerful group, uses his wand on Augustine. The wounds in his throat heal partially and the bleeding stops.
The ranger jokes with Stadvas about the bad habit of getting throat injuries that the group is developing.
Odlin, Ryxikor and Stadvas search the furs pile and find a small pouch with two potion bottles in it. Odlin recognizes one as a cure light wound potion but does not recognize the second one.
The heroes enter the pantry where the goblin cook was hiding. Crude shelves live the wall. Crates, sacks and a jumble of loose supplies fill many of the shelves but much of it has very little value.
After an extended and time-consuming search, the group uncovers the following items are useful: a bullseye lantern, 5 flasks of oil, 10 tinderwigs, 2 vials of ink, 2 flask of acid, a magnifying glass, a masterwork flute, a small pouch containing 22gp and a 50 feet length silk rope.
Stadvas opens the door to the north and sees a natural cave. Cool and damp, the rocky interior seems to be covered in a glistening sheen. A few slimy puddle of water are on the floor.
Augustine: +7HP of healing – currently at 13/15
Wand: 14 charges left
OOC: Game dynamics assumptions (a.k.a. house rules): once you have identified a potion type, you recognize it.
OOC2: Let me know what equipment you are taking and please update your character sheet with it.
OOC3: Let me know if you enter the door on the north or go back in to the lair (and where)
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Post by camdrom on Mar 13, 2008 18:47:12 GMT 1
"Hey Augustine, its no problem about the healing its what im here for"
Brettnor notices the flute, acting like a child, Brettnor speaks "Please please may i please please have that flute," Hoping that he gets it, not bothered about any of the other stuff.
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Post by puffthemagicdragon on Mar 13, 2008 18:49:30 GMT 1
As the fighting ceases, Ryxikor's heart still races, not being a seasoned fighter, the young elf hasn't learned to control his excitement and fighting prowess. He breathes heavily, not from exhaustion, but from a pounding heart full of adrenaline. Once a complete search of the rooms has been done, the elf looks at the pile sitting before them. Ryx looks over the items, eyes lingering on the flute. He turns to look at the fat fingers of the cook and laughs at the notion of a goblin playing a flute. He leans over and picks up the flute, he wipes any dirt and grime off and tries to play a tune. Laughing at his atttempt, being an elf, he would naturally try again and again til he gets good at playing the wind instrument. "So, who could best use some of these items?" Ryxikor asks the group, "Speak up, don't be shy. I'm sure there's lots more to gather somewhere in this dungeon." He says the last with notable excitement. "I wonder what that other potion does?" he says, acknowledging the unknown potion.
perform, play instrument: 1d20(11)+1=12, sorry guys, cover your ears, lol
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Post by Ilya on Mar 13, 2008 20:22:35 GMT 1
At first, Stadvas cringes at the flute's clear, loud sound, then he spins around and steps towards the careless Ryxikor. "Drop that!" His voice is slightly hissing as it is pressed trough stressed vocal cords in an energetic whisper. "Are you intentionally trying to attract attention in the form of armed goblins?"
Clearly, one group of goblins attacking the adventurers is enough for Stadvas. Then, he turns his gaze back towards the door. "Are we going in?"
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Post by Caledonian Achilles on Mar 13, 2008 20:42:33 GMT 1
The merriment stuns the dwarf. Life under the mountain was never like this. maybe that was why he left. Odlin can't help but tap the rhythmn with his foot
"Knock it off guys. We don't want to be bringing down the rest of the tribe on us."
The wizard is happy for the others to carry the weight of the treasure for now and his mind wanders to the other door they haven't searched. Gripping his club tightly he looks at Stadvas then throws a glance at the other door
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