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Post by comicsans12pt on Oct 6, 2011 12:10:25 GMT -4
Ori sneers at the "villager." She plants her feet (wanting so very much to prove herself to this new group of people) and swings her hammer.
To attack: [dice=20] + 13
[rand=1651123061310572374753886833791661162727978080540957083855755627]
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Post by irishmagician on Oct 6, 2011 13:43:22 GMT -4
Ori's hammer swings into the "villager's" chest with a resounding thud."
(OOC: You hit his AC exactly, amusingly. Dont forget to roll damage, Ori. (Roll high!) Additionally, Juniper still needs a reflex save DC 14 for the sonic damage.)
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Post by comicsans12pt on Oct 6, 2011 13:44:44 GMT -4
Attack #2 [dice=20] + 8 (orig 11)
Attack #3 [dice=20] +13 (orig 2)
[rand=50532912625931232908916217274964595889258198440120287572708912194]
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Post by comicsans12pt on Oct 6, 2011 13:51:10 GMT -4
Damage [dice=10] +9 [dice=10] +9 [dice=10] +9
(OOC-orry to be so clueless about this. Should not have done this while teaching an iOS class)[rand=89899068092927343376815186347812471809434052556751708899203222245]
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Post by Juniper on Oct 6, 2011 14:59:16 GMT -4
Reflex: [dice=20]+3[rand=180662841801298273628466693754912662208340425612929934336945881368]
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Post by irishmagician on Oct 6, 2011 18:23:08 GMT -4
Miriam attempts to evade the "villager's" self-destructive blast, but the concussive force of the energy hits her instead (Miriam takes 5 sonic damage). Nearby, Ori's hammer slams into the last "villager;" who promptly explodes in a blast of purple energy and ichor on impact due to the force behind the swing. As Ori tenses in response to the blast, nothing happens as the wave washes over her; except that her hair momentarily changes to a purple color for a few seconds, then fades back to its original color. (Anyone trained in Spellcraft can obviously tell the effect was akin to a prestidigitation spell.)
(Out of initiative order)
After the last villager is defeated a brief, but deafening, silence falls over the inn as the dust settles. Erfryn plops to the ground to catch his breath, examining his cuts and wound from the battle. Near the bar, the momentary silence is sharply cut by Flog as he addresses the woman from the kitchen.
"Sarna, you almost burnt me alive back there! Couldn't you see how close those things we-" he begins to say, as Sarna silences him by placing a finger over his lips.
"Sssshh. You complain too much, Flog. Ssstart cleaning up thiss messss, in cassse we get more vissitorss," she replies in her lisping fashion. Her wings fold behind her back as she steps around the bar to grab the broom and hand it to Flog. Sarna points towards the main room of inn with a look, and with a sigh Flog takes the broom over towards one of the windows to begin sweeping. She shakes her head with a similar, but more exasperated, sigh as she looks out over the chaos that is the inn. "Never a dull moment around thiss town."
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Post by joviality on Oct 6, 2011 19:41:28 GMT -4
Cael's stance relaxes somewhat as the battle subsides. The events of the past minute were a bit unlike anything he'd really seen before, and Naria was asking him a flurry of questions in Elvish as fast as she could speak them. Looking exasperated, he heads toward the door to see what is happening outside, then turns back to address Erfryn.
"Erfryn... I believe you owe us an explanation. Those people looked as though they had been animated as undead while they were still alive. And that energy coming from them! It was as if all the forces of the inner sphere were bound up inside of their bodies!
What have you done and how serious is this?"
It's clear that Cael is not amused at all with Erfryn at the moment.
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Post by Juniper on Oct 6, 2011 22:55:57 GMT -4
Miriam drops to her knees beside Erfryn and throws a worried glance up at the elf as she hears his angry words. "I don't think it was him, Cael. He said he didn't, and I believe him. Something hit him, though...Erfryn? Are you all right?"
She runs her fingers lightly over him, checking for hidden wounds and searching through her knowledge to determine the root of his unusual fatigue. There's no reason for it, none at all.
Heal check to assess Erfryn and determine the treatment he needs: [dice=20]+16[rand=080942063881098267946136402628827633109957186455147726014175981457]
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Post by irishmagician on Oct 7, 2011 15:46:20 GMT -4
(OOC: Completely forgot. Everyone receives 1000XP for the encounter. You may also search for loot if you wish.)
As Miriam examines Erfryn, he struggles to respond to Cael.
"Please...forgive....," he begins to say, clutching his arm as if in great pain. "Find...my assistant...Jorell...notes..." he groans as he slumps over sideways, his face dripping with a feverish sweat.
As he slips into unconsciousness, you here him mumble some words. "Evil...escaped...must...protect...anchors..."
His head slumps forward as he goes limp, with the only sound coming from him as fast shallow breaths. A short distance outside of the inn you hear footsteps running along the road, accompanied by shouts and calls easily identifying them as members of the town guard.
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Post by Juniper on Oct 8, 2011 0:20:43 GMT -4
Miriam slides her arms around the gnome's slight body, easing him gently to the floor. Worried eyes glance back up at her companions, and she shows them the horrible bite, leaching purple chaos up his arm. "I don't think we have much time."
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Post by comicsans12pt on Oct 8, 2011 9:57:24 GMT -4
Ori's jaw tightens as she puts away her hammer and moves toward Miriam and Erfryn. She hears the shallow breathing of an old and honoured friend. She kneels beside him and whispers, "Erfryn, great friend to my people, whatever this thing was that brought us to you, we will complete it with you, healthy and laughing at our side."
She places a hand lightly on his chest and feels the weakness of his breath. She prays an ernest prayer to Torag-an action she has only done a few times in her life.
When she finishes, she stands up and moves toward Flog, helping right chairs and doing general cleanup. At this point, it's the most familiar thing to do and she wants to avoid anyone seeing her with tears in the corners of her eyes.
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Post by joviality on Oct 8, 2011 10:09:12 GMT -4
Cael's expression softens as he sees the state Erfryn is in; he didn't realize the gnome's wounds were so great.
"Is there anything you can do for him here, Miriam? If not, perhaps we should follow his advice and seek out his assistant. Perhaps that will lead to answers, as well as help for our friend here."
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Post by Veritas on Oct 9, 2011 10:10:43 GMT -4
Vince, on the other hand, moves to the front door, closing it after taking a peek out. His head tilts as he looks around; a half-dozen villagers lying on the ground, shot and stabbed, burnt and smashed. His eyes wander to old Erfryn for a moment, and his face sets.
"Folks, there's guards coming. Not that we mind the guards, but the simple fact of the matter is that we may not have time to really explain to these kind people what happened. Someone grab the professor. We should head out the back."
The blade is returned to its sheath with a slow slithering sound as Vince crosses the floor. His head tilts as he looks to Flog and his companion for a moment. "I daresay you'll need to give them the explanation. But if this is a sign...I have a feeling we'd better not delay on finding Erfryn's assistant. Time may be of the essence. Can we count on your help?"
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Post by irishmagician on Oct 9, 2011 11:03:46 GMT -4
"Aye, I'll be giv'n th' watch a piece o' my mind. Allow'n crazy mages an' th'r magik's run free n' clear all th' time. Why, if I had a..." Flog says, his gaze shifting longingly towards his battleaxe. Unfortunately, Sarna happened to be in the way of said axe, and she points back to the floor. With a sigh, Flog returns to sweeping. Sarna turns to Vince.
"Do not worry about the watshhh, sssir. There isss an eksssit through the kitsshhen if you need it," she says. She looks towards the gnome with an unfathomable glance. "During sssituatsshhunss like thisss, the Temple of Mysssteriesss ssservesss asss a hossspital for the community. They might be able to help your friend over there, if he needsss healing."
Sarna walks over to one of the now shattered windows, looking out over the town toward the Academy. "Jorell...hisss name sssoundsss familiar. He may have come to the inn a couple timesss. Wore a conjurer'sss robe, I think. He might ssstill be up at the Wisssard'sss Ssschool. Though after that," she hisses as she nods toward the bright scintillating light coming from the academy, "I may not be ssso sssertain if he livesss or not."
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Post by Juniper on Oct 9, 2011 12:57:13 GMT -4
Miriam shakes her head slowly, tears threatening to fall as her sensitive nature takes in the destruction in the inn, and likely throughout the Academy and the town. "I don't know what's wrong, and I hesitate to act in ignorance. I can only hope they will know at the Temple. But...are you sure we should avoid the watch? There's so much gone wrong. Surely we could help."
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