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Post by irishmagician on Jul 13, 2013 14:26:02 GMT -4
Trazish is not able to perceive the sounds of any movement or commotion within the building. His spell definitely detects the presence, current or recently past still uncertain, of an undead creature in the vicinity. The aura of the undead is strong, and appears to be coming from a room further down the main hallway of the buildling.
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Post by myinsanemind on Jul 23, 2013 0:33:33 GMT -4
Ayame paused as she spotted the dojo and glanced around eagerly for undead. "Blood means there might be undead...Can we check it out?" she asks, although she does draw out her wand and sickle.
"If nothing else, it might be an Owlbear!"
Perception check: [dice=20] + 8 22.0
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Post by Naerwen on Jul 28, 2013 2:34:04 GMT -4
As the group clanked and plodded through the forest Naerwen and Tiriel attempted to maintain some form of distance from the noise of the group to remain stealthy. (OOC: do I have to roll again, or is it still ok?)
Some of the group members' reactions made her question a great many things, perhaps things such as sanity or lack of. As she took in the scene before them she looked around to see what she could sense.
Perception: [dice=20] +14
Detect Magic
OOC: Sorry for the delay guys. Not much interwebs shenanigans in Salem. I also just realized that all of my character stuff is on my desktop ... which is in storage >.<[rand=946006944544891974815884184725983324246517033029914391377988484]
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Post by zeferin on Aug 1, 2013 1:51:29 GMT -4
Trazish grimaced. Turning to the group, he said, "I might probably should have mentioned this before, but I had a vision of this dojo before. The thing that left all this mess behind was a Revenant. To make a long explanation short, they're nasty, hateful creatures with really sharp claws. I can't tell if it's still here or not, but whoever it was after can't be looking good."
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Post by blackhawk on Aug 12, 2013 16:58:26 GMT -4
Vulgrim shrugs, then hefts his Axe. "Lets be at it, either way. A friend of mine should be in there, and I'll not be leavin' him behind."
OOC: Sorry. End of work, moving in, ect. 1
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Post by irishmagician on Aug 16, 2013 23:18:57 GMT -4
The party, finishing with their investigations on the perimeter of the Dojo, begin to move into the structure with caution. The trail of blood on the wooden floorboards leads down a hallway, and turns abruptly into a room off to the side. The sliding paper door to the room is also broken, the wooden shards of its frame strewn about the room beyond. Looking in, the room appears to be the main practice area for the Dojo, with straw tatami mats lying about the polished wooden floor. Scratches and streaks of blood now mar the floor's surface, drawing one's vision towards a trio of bodies in the rear corner of the area. A beautiful woman with jet black hair, pale skin, and delicately crafted features lies unmoving on the ground. Hand-shaped dark-red blotches can be seen ringing her neck, though the very slightest rise and fall of her chest indicates the faintest presence of life.
Nearby, what could have once been considered a human figure also lies nearby, a stark contrast to the woman next to it. The figure is wreathed in tattered black rags, its skin a mottled grey and limbs twisting in bony angles to end in razor sharp claws. Its head appeared to have once been skeletal with the thinnest layer of skin, if it weren't for the fact that its skull is completely caved in on one side; leaving a slowly trickling stream of ichor to leak into the tatami mat beneath it.
Finally, not too far from the barely humanoid corpse, lies a male human clad in scratched-and-mildly-dented breastplate. He too lies motionless, though an ornately crafted heavy steel shield is still firmly clasped in one of his gauntleted hands. A thin stream of blood flows from a cut on his heavily tanned and scarred face, occasionally interrupted by long rattling gasp of pain and breath. Nothing else of note can been seen amongst this tableau, though the occasional torn and broken paper door grants a glimpse to a small garden and koi pond within an interior courtyard of the dojo.
Vulgrim recognizes the male human as Bryan Strongarm, the missing blacksmith.
Trazish recognizes the humanoid corpse as the remains of a Revenant.[/color]
OOC: Yay Plot advancement! I also don't know how to fix the random numbers at the end of posts. When I have time, I will post in the proboards support forum. So, I think I will end the post with exclamation marks to hide the random one that pops up!!1!11
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Post by Naerwen on Aug 23, 2013 11:07:10 GMT -4
Not hearing any screams or signs of a fight Naerwen followed Trazish and Vulgrim into the building in her elemental form looking around as she moved along. Tiriel followed close behind. As they stopped she examined the room and then focused on the bodies before them. Not quite sure if the lady was friend or foe she looked to see who might have had bloody hands and tried to strangle her. She figured the least she could do would be to stabilize the woman (from a distance) until she learned more. Perception: [dice=20]+14 Cast Stabilize on the woman and then the dwarf's friend keeping an eye on the unknown woman. OOC: I wish I had my desktop ... it haz my sheet on it. *sigh* Edited for checking Stabilize orison rules. Apparently I can do it if the person is within 40 feet. [rand=52780235154698549614782695733061069345477196342438045997639298277]
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Post by blackhawk on Aug 23, 2013 11:37:00 GMT -4
Vulgrim rushes to the side of the smith, kicking the disposed revenant out of the way. He makes an attempt to rouse the smith, and barring that, make him a bit more comfortable, before seeing if more divine methods of healing are needed.
[dice=20]+14 Heal check
"Ye might be wantin' to secure the area while Naerwen and I tend to the hurt."1[rand=487031077267602152286986983381213260250429157167727034895215183496]
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Post by myinsanemind on Aug 25, 2013 14:26:51 GMT -4
Ayame wandered in and noticed the dead corpse and all the blood. She noted that the corpse looked a little too mangled to do much good. Softly, she let out a sigh. As Vulgrim mentioned securing the area, Ayame decided to wander around and see if there was anything dangerous still abouts.
Perception: [dice=20] +8
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Post by zeferin on Aug 25, 2013 14:52:49 GMT -4
Unsheathing his sword, Trazish looked over the mess in front of him. The dwarf looked similar to the figure in his vision and, seeing the shield, figured he had put up a good fight. Looking over to the woman, Trazish couldn't begin to fathom who she was nor was he keen on running over to her, involuntarily rubbing his neck from the memories of the last time he did that.
His vision, though, turned to the Revenant, or what remained of it. Glancing between the woman and the dwarf, Trazish began to wonder who it was the Revenant was after, and wondered what they could have done to bring a creature born from revenge to come after them.
Giving a small prayer Trazish turned his blade upside down and rammed it on the undead's neck to completely separate the head.
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Post by irishmagician on Sept 22, 2013 15:35:03 GMT -4
After inspecting the condition the two humans in the room, Vulgrim comes to the conclusion that both are unconscious (and now stable, due to the magical stabilization by Naerwen). The female individual looks like she had been strangled almost to the point death, though it seems that there is something beyond casual medical inspection that is keeping her in the current comatose state. Bryan appears to be unconscious due to various injuries and trauma, with a rather severe bite mark made by humanoid teeth visible just barely away from his jugular. Magical healing could probably bring him back to consciousness, though the dwarf is not too certain about the same conclusion regarding the female.
Naerwen comes to the conclusion that the strangle marks on the female's neck very closely match the claw-like hands of the former revenant.
Ayame does not find anything in particular interest in her search, beyond a wooded trail that leads deeper into the woods behind the Dojo. The entire building is eerily silent and empty.
The revenant's head severs easily, ichor leaking slowly from its neck and the crushed in portions of its skull as the head rolls lopsidedly along the floor. Trazish feels an otherworldly sensation, as if someone was exulting victoriously inside his mind. It disappears shortly thereafter, with the feeling of a caress lighter than air across one side of his face, lingering along with the slightest aroma of myrrh and frankincense in the air.
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Post by Naerwen on Sept 25, 2013 17:29:43 GMT -4
Naerwen slightly raises and eyebrow and wrinkles her nose as Trazish lops off the creature's head. After stabilizing people she decided to resume her search and look around for any sort of magic that may be about. She also focuses on the unknown female and eventually the male.
Perception: [dice=20]+14 Cast Detect Magic on all of the things ... and people[rand=78473141643096996176552714777831939119620330452847798597447553]
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Post by blackhawk on Oct 9, 2013 22:22:31 GMT -4
Vulgrim prays for the fallen smith, asking Torag to guide and raise him. "He's one of 'yers, no matter 'is race." Vulgrim mumbles under his breath at the end of the prayer.
Conversion of Stone shape into lvl 3 healing spell.
Cure Seriou Wounds: [dice=8][dice=8][dice=8] + 7[rand=37889611721038827686707410030067898136446019634606039597140625119]
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Post by irishmagician on Oct 13, 2013 17:25:29 GMT -4
Naerwen detects no magickal auras on any objects in the room, though she is able to detect magickal auras on both of the unconscious male and female on the floor.
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Vulgrim's prayer to Torag unleashes divine healing energy upon Strongarm's body, causing many of the wounds on him to close and vanish. Only a single apparent wound remains, something that appears to be a darkish red bite mark on the man's neck, despite the healing spell used.
Bryan Strongarm stirs, a pained drawn-out groan issuing from him as the sound of his breastplate shifting clinks slightly in the silence of the room. Pulling himself up to a semi-sitting position with a wince, he runs a gloved hand across his face and he blearily looks around.
"Ergghh....Feel like a bloody pair of mating giants danced on my chest..." the man's hands goes to his neck, where he massages the wound on his neck gingerly. His eyes finally seem to come to focus, noticing the group before him for the first time. "...In the Nine Hells? Forgwynd? What in Torag's bloody beard are you doing here? Why is there a goat chewing on that door? Where's Jun-" His gaze falls upon the almost motionless female on the floor, and his jaw slowly closes as his eyes harden. "That bloody bastard," Strongarm says as he looks at the now-beheaded revenant, and spits on its corpse. "I guess I wasn't fast enough."[rand=642654965257103709865374315541486561614920147522210041594030145995]
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Post by Naerwen on Oct 13, 2013 18:01:12 GMT -4
(Can I focus on them a while more to learn more about what kind of magic etc?)
Naerwen arched an eyebrow at the use of the unique analogy of mating giants dancing on the man's chest. Continuing to focus on the individuals in the room Naerwen nodded toward the female. "Who is she?" After pausing for a moment she idly commented, "There's some sort of magic about them, but I haven't quite figured out what kind yet."
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