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Post by Naerwen on Mar 15, 2012 19:17:39 GMT -4
Tiriel tries to fly up out of the wave of the blast.
[dice=20] + 6 (OOC: not sure if I used the right modifier for the bird)
The bear glanced at the gnome after she used the rod and let out a small grunt that could have been of approval or wondering why she didn't use the rod sooner.
She nodded when Trazish asked if anyone knew healing magic and moved toward him. Standing up on her hind legs she gently placed her paws on the wounds in an attempt to heal them.
[dice=8][dice=8] + 6
(OOC: I figure bear form is good in case of more zombies + I can cast in animal form anyway. Bear hug healing =^.^=)[rand=65879222936928275187425604090095812626003753393908918776526115835]
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Post by mith on Mar 15, 2012 22:19:11 GMT -4
Grumplestiltskin puts the arrow back in his quiver, but keeps his bow handy and his hand in his reagent pouch.
"Get yourselves cleaned up quickly, and let's move out of town, eh? I've got a bad feeling about this."
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Post by irishmagician on Mar 16, 2012 10:19:22 GMT -4
The half-elf is nearly flattened as Naerwen attempts to “lightly” touch him with her massive dire bear-sized paws in order to call upon the healing powers of nature. The magick does heal him, however, as his wounds begin to close. While the rest of the group are taking in their surroundings, the sound of clinking chainmail can be heard from the street ahead as a large number of town guardsmen run in the group’s direction. Several of them are startled and begin to reach for their weapons as they see the dire-bear, assuming that it is mauling the half-elf, but they hesitate cautiously when the guards notice that the half-elf is not struggling and seems to be alright. One of these men steps forward warily to look at the group, angular features and pale purple eyes visible beneath his helm in the mixed light of the fading sun and the false light from the Wizard’s Tower. After observing them for a moment, he makes a sharp gesture over his shoulder. Half of the guardsmen, approximately twenty men, hustle past the group to pass through the gate into the Academy. The other half begin unloading items from their packs, setting up what looks like the beginnings of a defensive barricade. Removing his helm, light blond hair falls down across the face of the leader as he looks confidently at the group with his unwavering purple eyes.
“I see that you are not one of these….monsters,” the human says with a nod of his head towards the stone remnants and bone shards scattered across the road. Tossing his head to clear the sweat-drenched hair from his face, he casts his gaze across the group. “I am Tomas Oakton, Captain of the Watch. You must forgive our…cautious…approach. It is possible the animals from the Menagerie had escaped during that…blast….” Tomas begins to say, his gaze straying towards the pulsating orb of energy hovering above the remnants of the Wizard’s Tower. He begins to swear, wiping his forehead with a gauntleted hand. “Blasted mages…..Tell me, what can you tell me about what has transpired here? The Governor has declared martial law and the town is in chaos; not just anything can cause havoc like this….”
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Post by blackhawk on Mar 16, 2012 13:50:55 GMT -4
Vulgrim lets loose a loud cough into a clenched fist as the group approaches. "Torag, a bit o' help with this purple nonsense getting aboot in me lungs would be appreciated." He takes a glowing fist and smacks it against his chest. With a hack an a fwump noise, he coughs out a cloud of purple mist that is eaten by golden light.
Lesser restoration on self, [dice=4] points of con damage healed
Vulgrim scowls, thinking and listening as the watch goes about their business. "There was an accident at the tower. Somethin' went wrong in an experiment tha' the head mage was doin'. I'm not an expert on it though." Vulgrim looks at the others gathered about. "Ya have some input?"[rand=84066357929259545382353775203228130558005999773745819716670084745]
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Post by zeferin on Mar 18, 2012 20:43:09 GMT -4
Trazish let out a grunt as the Elf-now-bear squeezed him, but felt a cool rush and then a warm one flow over him. As he was let go, Trazish looked down to see his wounds close up and his bruises fade away. Giving the Elf-bear a small sign of thanks, Trazish turned to see the group of guards approach and ask what happened. After Vulgrim gave his somewhat short answer, Trazish add, "What I thing the smith is trying to say is that we were all summoned by the Archmage and he had us witness an experiment. He was trying to view other planes, but he let something through. We tried to trap it in the tower, but it got out and that was the explosion. You just caught us after that purple smoke, or whatever it is, took over the dead and we had to give them back to Pharasma."
Looking at the wary looks in their eyes, Trazish add, "I guess we aren't the only ones that have been fighting the dead?"
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Post by Naerwen on Mar 19, 2012 14:46:02 GMT -4
Naerwen returned to all fours after she healed Trazish and surveyed the new group. Mostly she watched the one with the purple eyes. Considering the day's events she has become quite suspicious of all things purple. She thought to herself, more delays ... unless they offer an armored escort into the forest or supplies I'm unamused and time is growing short. Meanwhile, Tiriel made lazy circles above the group.
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Post by irishmagician on Mar 19, 2012 18:05:48 GMT -4
Captain Tomas looks at the half-elf as Trazish gives an explanation of what occurred, an odd look coming over his visage. (OOC: Trazish, you may make a Sense Motive check here if you wish). The Captain turns to Vulgrim after the half-elf is finished, a mildly irritated look on his face.
“I will repeat again, as it is ever true. Blasted mages! I wish they would keep all of their arcane nonsense and hand-wavings to themselves; leave all of us honest good folk to our peace. ‘Tis the risk, I suppose, of living in a town such as this,” the Captain says with a gesture towards the Academy beyond the gate. “’Tis also true that there is fighting breaking out in the streets. A large number of citizens have begun attacking anyone within in reach, for no apparent reason we can determine. The only common thread between them is this purple glow that covers their bodies.” Captain Tomas explains, gesturing towards the stone fragments of the student, which give off a faint wisp of purple mist.
“Well, Most of you appear to be able-bodied adventures,” he says as his gaze passes over the group, lingering briefly on the half-elf with another odd look and ending on the rather large dire bear hulking behind them all. “We will not hold you here any longer than necessary. The streets in Oakdale are no longer safe, I recommend you either leave town quickly or find shelter indoors as soon as possible. The Temple of Mysteries serves as a refuge for citizens in situations such as these. If you wish to assist in our efforts, I would appreciate it if you would check to see if there are any casualties or survivors at the Dragon's Claw Inn. I would prefer to avoid any foreigners staying the night from being caught in our problems." He turns to bark some orders at nearby guards working on the barricades. Looking over his shoulder at the group, he pauses. "Unless there is anything else you need?"
(OOC: For clarification on the Captain’s appearance, awareness regarding this is common knowledge and does not require a knowledge roll. Hence, I refer you all to the “Humans” section of the “Campaign Information (Group 2)” forum regarding “pure-blooded” humans.)
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Post by zeferin on Mar 20, 2012 1:15:46 GMT -4
Trazish looked at the man, suddenly realizing he had purple eyes. "A Pure-blood this far north?" he thought. As Captain Tomas stared at Trazish, he turned to Vulgrim and started talking, giving Trazish an odd stare before turning his gaze.
Sense Motive: [dice=20]+13
*EDIT* OOC: I may add more after the results.
*EDIT 2* Seriously....20 on a skill check?![rand=9968393717426807085537008475512273188679143786430435589716862887144]
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Post by blackhawk on Mar 20, 2012 9:29:31 GMT -4
Vulgrim nods at the humans words, seemingly oblivious to his funny looks. "I think headin' to the temple might be a good idea... I know the High priest out there. He might have some input on this."
"Also, Captain. Those townsfolk that are runnin' about attackin' people. The only help for them is endin' 'em. They aren't amongst us anymore, iffin ya missed the signs."
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Post by irishmagician on Mar 20, 2012 13:35:58 GMT -4
(OOC: Well, now. Have to make up for all of the fail floating around from the combat, eh? J/k, anyways....Also, include your actions in a new post after this one, Zeferin, if this changes what you do. Thanks.)
Trazish can see rather easily through the Captain of the Watch, having seen that type of look many times before. A look of thinly veiled disgust, a look of dismissal, a look of bigotry. Though the half-elf cannot read the man’s thoughts, the assumption can be made that the Captain thinks rather highly of himself and degrades or ignores all others with mixed human ancestry. Trazish can also tell that the Captain enjoys his station, and flaunts his authority excessively when he is able to. Beyond this, nothing else can be discerned from his demeanor at this time.[/color]
“While it is a tragedy what has happened to those who have been….corrupted,” the Captain says with a now-obvious look at the half-elf as his gaze comes to rest on the remnants of the students, “it would be even a greater loss to lose those who remain. Whether or not you help us is of little concern to me at the moment, as it can surely be seen that there are more pressing issues for me to attend to. If you do decide check in on the Dragon’s Claw, I am sure those who have taken shelter there would appreciate your assistance. Now, I am afraid I must take my leave of you all, these bumbling dolts can’t seem to construct a simple barricade. JOHNSON! If you do not have that set up in less than a minute, I will personally make sure-” The Captain begins to yell at a nearby watchman, who begins to frantically throw his barricade together with renewed haste. Obviously dismissed, the Captain and the guards pay little further attention to the group as they consider their next course of action.
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Post by zeferin on Mar 20, 2012 18:50:46 GMT -4
With the last of the Captain's words and his bigot gaze, Trazish tried to keep his head cool. "Garich i dhôl goll o Orch," he said under his breath, but just loud enough for the captain to hear if he was paying attention.
Turning to the group, Trazish then said, "As much as I would like to get to the temple, I was just at the Inn before coming here. I know that there were a fair number of people there before the tower went off. If any of them are still alive and are then killed by these "Corrupted", then I do not deserve to be a servant of Pharasma."
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Post by mith on Mar 21, 2012 19:29:28 GMT -4
Having kept quiet and out-of-the-way during the discussion with the Guardsmen, Grumplestiltskin walks back over to the main party. "I agree we should check the Inn, but not delay too long. I suspect whatever came through that portal will outmatch anything this city's guards can muster. The woods will soon be a much safer and more useful place to be."
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Post by irishmagician on Mar 23, 2012 18:43:53 GMT -4
(OOC: Hearing general consensus, I presume you will be heading to the Inn and deciding on course of action from there. Proceeding likewise...) The group leaves the guards in their preparations for whatever may come their way in the chaos that is brewing throughout the town. Sounds of clashing steel and shouts can be heard from all directions as progress is made down a thoroughfare towards the middle of Oakdale.Furtive-DM-Die-Roll: [dice=100] Despite these sounds, no-one approaches or attempts to attack as the Inn comes into sight. All the windows in the building are shattered, pieces strewn about the ground around the Dragon's Claw. Nearby, a sign reading "Rin's Odd's n' Ends" barely hangs off a signpost outside of a small shop; its door slightly ajar. Next to this shop, a smithy sits dark and silent, apparently empty. No sounds can be heard in this area, beyond the sounds of someone talking loudly from inside the Inn.[rand=69603961378501536599247203217753239963357899410927772456546840285] Attachments:
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Post by Naerwen on Mar 23, 2012 19:32:08 GMT -4
As they approached Naerwen looked around noticing all of the damage. When she heard the loud talking her ears perked up and she turned her attention toward then Inn as she tried to make out what was being said.
Tiriel circled above the party keeping an eye out below.
Naerwen Perception: [dice=20]+13
Tiriel Perception: [dice=20]+11[rand=5539164353551279717833767155461890510648455838058375877868524876]
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Post by zeferin on Mar 23, 2012 22:17:24 GMT -4
As the approach the inn, Trazish heard the loud voice coming from within. "That might be the inn keeper. Or, I hope it is. If that Half-Orc became corrupted..." He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't think he had to.
Looking around, Trazish tried to listen to see if he heard anything sneaking about. He was going to be a little more cautious after his run-in with the last Corrupted.
Perception: [dice=20] + 13[rand=294438288314268487878674874082273687916365452116216770885512233]
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