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Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#81

"Lets deal with this one first", pointed Kadarin. at the one menacing the horse. Producing a second set of cobwebs, he cast his web spell at the preoccupied Peryton, closing to 20 yards first.

Using floor and ceiling again , trying to avoid the horse, though if necessary he will web both.
FYI: If the horse has enough HD(4+1 or greater) , he can attack as if it has +1 weapons for purposes (Bottom left, page 76 DMG 1st ed) :P>

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#82

With Siren as witness, Herald rolled a 20 onhis save to avoid web! Kyrian, as witnessed by me, missed on his first attack on peryton with a 5'er

Once more the words of arcana flowed from the young wizard's lips, and once more a fibrous yet gelatinous substance shot forth, a huge column of gluey webs, completely engulfed the raging peryton. Herald, nimble as his famous rider, reared and bolted sideways with such grace to avoid the giant web, that even Kyrian was proud as he raced by his mount to attack the eagle-winged demonling. A long arc however, and a rare miss, with the Carmine Rose instead slicing through rubbery strands of ensorcelled spider-web.

Adan's attack, then initiative, though really, this peryton is now screwed as well

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#83

Slower than the elf, the Hellschwert scion none the less crashes across the floor with a great clatter and a primal scream, planting his feet as he approaches the hell beast, holding the dagger with the blade down. As he plants, his arm swings in a flat arc towards the creatures entangled chest, biting deeply, but sadly unvitally, before he yanks it back, his shield coming back up before him again, as he resets, and readys to attack once more.

Rolling the dagger over in his hand, the once-paladin shouts again, this time his deep voice intoning, "Für Trigu!," before he thrusts it forwards past the still-raised shield, this time biting deeply enough that the black blood that issues forth is frothy, the sign of having at last reached the vital lung.

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#84

Adan stabbed savagely, covering himself in a fresh coat of black blood, and Kyrian did not miss a second time. The peryton shrieked its last, and finally stopped moving inside its death-prison of webs.

Outside now, looking through the stable doors, the adventurers could see two more beasts quite clearly. Both were circling just beneath the roof of the hunting lodge, looking through windows for any living soul or movement. Both perytons heard its brethren's death cries, but neither cared to investigate, and thus the two did not yet see the companions inside the stables, and had not yet picked up their scent.

It did not seem as if these creatures cared for their own, nor did their morale seem to wane in any way at the sight of dead comrades.

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#85

Before the trio could plan their next action they saw something else besides the perytons enter the courtyard and proceed to near the lodge. A figure clad in gray and black, covered from head to toe in hood and shroud approached the front door.

It seemed to eye the circling perytons, and communicate with them in some way silently. The figure then sniffed the air, and withdrew something from a satchel, hanging fron its belt. From Kadarin's angle, as he silently stared from the stables, the object seemed to be a thick glass bottle. Inside was what looked like black, featureless goo. The dark-robed figure lifted the cork, and placed the glass jug on the ground.

The black goo began to slowly flow from the vesel, with a consistency of thick, drying blood. As it poured onto the ground, it began to rise up and take shape....a shape from some hellish nightmare.

Some nine foot tall, insectoid horror, a chitinous transgression of nature truly, with fearsome mandibles, jagged horns, spine-spikes, and bleeding tumors, covering its vaguely humanoid form, now stood where the black goo once gurgled.

It clacked its steel-like mandibles in the direction of the shrouded figure, then proceeded to rip the door off of its hinges, with an effortless tug of its impossibly long, taloned arm. Without hesitation it entered the hunting lodge and disappeared into the shadow-filled hall, leaving dropped globs of tar in its wake

The two perytons had landed on the roof now, and seemed to be acting as look-outs, surveying the forest terrain from their perch. The shrouded figure then turned and proceeded to leave the way it had come, walking casually back toward the forest and away from the courtyard, its robes billowing in the breeze.

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#86

"Dark wizard or horror foul? Decisions, decisions!"

Yet a true man can make up his mind in the fraction of a second. "I shall return!" the wereling called out, then leapt into the saddle of the speeding Herald, charging after the horror's master. "Cut of the head, the body dies!"

Rolled 1d20 : 20, total 20 to plant the blade between the black mage's shoulderblades once I catch him!

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#87

For a split second, Adan's thoughts were torn, between protecting his friend, and protecting his family. The threat within, he decided, was worse than the threat without. It did not seem the sort that might dissipate with the death of its caller, not called from a vial so. And so, he turned back into the building, intending to delay, to frustrate, and pin down this strange fiend until such time as Kyrian could come to his support. Wending his way through the lodge, he did his best to rush through it, to find Erund and Mouse, and get them out to the stables. Fighting that thing, perhaps, would be extremely unwise at the moment.

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Rolled 1d10 : 3, total 3
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Rolled 1d20 : 5, total 5
New initiative ... And attack roll if I'm forced into fighting the demodand. (Or have initiative after he knocks me on my butt.)

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#88

In that chaotic moment, several things happened at once.

As soon as Kyrian charged out of the stables atop the frothing Herald, the twin perytons shrieked and took flight clumsily, intent on chasing down the wereling knight and his steed.

Adan took this moment to rush inside the lodge, unseen by the perytons.

Moments later, Kyrian bore down on the retreating robed figure, which turned just as Kyrian brought the Carmine Rose down upon it. A mighty strike as Adan noticed from the corner offf his eye, rushing in the opposite direction.

Though Kyrian could still not make out the nature of the robed figure, he could feel the familiar "give" of flesh and bone as his sword struck home. The figure went down like a scarecrow where it stood. Blood sprayed high into the air, from a mostrous gash somewhere in the vicinity of the neck, upper spine and shoulder, as the robe crumbled to the ground.

To be continued...

Kyrian damage roll, http://strolen.com/guild/Themes/Winter30smfRC2/images/dice_warn.gif This dice roll has been tampered with!
Rolled 1d10 : 10, total 10

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#89

Adan rushed inside the gloom-filled hall. As soon as he entered, he could hear what could only be the demonic creature, rummaging upstairs. Glancing upwards of the wide staircase, Adan could not see the creature. At that moment, from out of nowhere seemingly, Mouse raced toward Adan, a look of utter horror upon his face. He did not pause to chat, but simply raced out of the house, heading toward Kadarin and the stables.

A sudden scream from upstairs, turned Adan's attention back to the staircase. It seemed Erund had not been as lucky as Mouse.

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The robed figure lying before Kyrian, turned its now exposed face up toward its slayer. Blood gugrled from its mouth, as it tried to speak (cast?) and the incredibly savage wound was still pumping life fluids onto the ground as well. Just a man, Kyrian thought, just a man.

Whoever this was, he now slumped to the ground and stopped moving, lying in an ever-expanding pool of blood.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, Kyrian noticed a shimmering "doorway" about thirty yards away at the edges of the forest. It seemed perhaps, that the robed figure was heading for this dimension door when Kyrian rode it down.

The wereling did not have much time to investigate, as the perytons announced their arrival with their now familair shrieks. The two beasts were now bearing down upon Kyrian and Herald.

initiative roll for Perytons vs. Kyrian http://strolen.com/guild/Themes/Winter30smfRC2/images/dice_warn.gif This dice roll has been tampered with!
Rolled 1d10 : 10, total 10

again, for the record, none of these rolls were tampered with, the text was :wink:

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#90

Kyrian does roll initiative as wellRolled 1d10 : 8, total 8

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#91

The first peryton managed to avoid Kyrian's first strike, and dove to attack him in turn, smelling the knight's beating feline heart. The second peryton came from another side. Herald reared.

peryton attack rolls, http://strolen.com/guild/Themes/Winter30smfRC2/images/dice_warn.gif This dice roll has been tampered with!
Rolled 2d20 : 10, 4, total 14

Both attacks were deftly avoided by the mount and its rider... initiative roll, Rolled 1d10 : 10, total 10

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#92

Almost recklessly, Adan advanced, though he sheathed the dagger, covered in black blood, and drew his single phial of holy water, holding it beside the large shield he held up, breaking into a run as he heard the scream of his distant cousin. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he began to sing, the same song that he had once sung to Borgadoc, the dread promise of divine vengeance, before he ran up the stairs, planted his feet and hurled the phial of Trigu's sacred water at the tar-covered beast... Slipping, the phial far wide left of the mark, far enough that none of the splash would reach the daemonic thing. Deftly, he wove a curse into the fabric of the song, even as the tinkling of the phial's breakage was joined by the smashing of yet more glass in the background.

Still, he would have its attention, enough to bolt for the outdoors, with it still following.

Well. That would explain the presence of the demons and the magi.

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#93

"That was a sword strike for the sagas", thought kadarin as he watched what transpired.

Should someone survive to tell the tail, thought Kadarin. With that, he invoked his ring, the stored sleep spell striking out against one of the fell beasts.

"Give me the scroll!!!" shouted Kadarin..

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#94

And then remember he carried it. Not bothering to think about it longer, he hauled out the protective scroll, while noticing that the Peryton failed to fall asleep.

"Mouse - say behind me. " and he carried on with the reading of the scroll. It was old and written in an odd hand, perhaps not a hand at all. But in any case, it was oddly legible. Drawing from unknown sources, it began to form a spherical area of magic only shimmering in Kadarin's eye.

That done, the Perytons needs something else to keep them busy, for the barrier was not proof against them. He drew forth another scroll, perhaps the most precious of the lot, and spoke the words that would draw his own ally to the fray..

Rolled 1d100 : 65, total 65

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#95

Thats an Ogre :P Perhaps I summoned Vorodon! :P B ut thats a 4+ HD monster, so it can hit as a +1 weapon! Rather important that...

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#96

"Mindless goons! Your master departed to pay the abyss a visit, yet miseryl loves company - so off you go, after him!"
Invigorated by the wizard's fall, Kyrian struck out to dispatch his monstrous minions, who should have seen the wisdom of retreat. With scything arcs he fended them of, steel clashing against demon-horn.

Not too different it was from battling feral beasts upon the arena's blood-stained sand, and with blood pulsing in his ears, Kyrin could almost hear the crowd go wild.

Below, I roll for my next three strikes, provided I get to make them.
Rolled 1d20 : 20, total 20
Rolled 1d20 : 1, total 1
Rolled 1d20 : 14, total 14

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#97

Kyrian’s lightning speed, and his coordinated, well-practiced mounted attacks were more than a match for the clumsy flyers. Swinging once more, Kyrian manages to plunge the Carmine Rose deep into one of the creature’s open maw. (20)

This time, not even a shriek could be heard, as Kyrian swiftly withdrew his blade, and a fountain of black blood erupted from the spasming peryton’s body, which now suddenly was on a collision course with the loamy ground. The thing began to writhe its death-dance, helpless now.

Turning quickly, Kyrian was buffeted by the wing of the second beast, but whirled again in time to avoid its strike, attempting to pierce the creature’s buttocks, but missing badly perhaps due to over-confidence, nearly dropping his blade. (1)

Undaunted, he whirled atop of Herald as the airborne peryton lunged once more, and Kyrian did not miss again, nearly severing the mighty eagle’s wing from its stag body with a single strike. (14)

The whole time, he could hear the young Kadarin chanting his spells. Kyrian was unsure of their result, but that was because he could not see the massive humanoid emerging from the woods thirty yards behind him, seemingly intent on joining the fray.

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Vorodon was soaking wet. And the sudden scene before him was not one his eyes could immediately comprehend. One moment, he was hauling the line with his prodigious strength aboard the Vermilion Wind, the next moment came the unexpected wave, slamming itself into the ogre-kin, and drenching him entirely.

Then suddenly, he was here, in some forsaken wood, in front of some hoary keep. And as he looked upon his new world with saucer eyes, briny salt-water still dripping off him, Vorodon spied his old friend the brave knight Kyrian atop his mount not far ahead in a clearing. It seemed that some flying, antlered deer were assaulting the whiskered one. This did not sit well with Vorodon. He loved his friends.

There is 1 peryton left alive. Its hurt but fighting mad. But it misses, so Kyrian is up. As is Vorodon. Poor, poor peryton, it never had a chance

(21:24:27) ChatBot: Murometz rolls 4d20 and gets 6,12,8,11.
(21:24:36) Murometz: motherless cur!
(21:25:52) Siren_no_Orakio: lol, perys whiffing?
(21:25:59) Murometz: yes dammit
(21:26:09) Murometz: now kyr dam
(21:26:40) ChatBot: Error: Unknown command: /roll3d6
(21:26:46) ChatBot: Error: Unknown command: /roll3d6
(21:26:53) ChatBot: Murometz rolls 3d6 and gets 3,4,4.
(21:27:00) ChatBot: Murometz rolls 3d6 and gets 5,5,2.
(21:27:18) ChatBot: Murometz rolls 4d8 and gets 6,4,6,2.
(21:27:25) ChatBot: Murometz rolls 4d8 and gets 6,4,4,7

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#98

Adan braced himself and met the monster's gaze, as the demodand emerged from one of the upstair bedrooms and paused at the top of the grand staircase.

Adan did not flinch from the tar-dripping vision before him, but felt the hair on his neck rise, and cursed beneath his breath, that such a grotesque creature could even exist and be furthermore tolerated by the gods.

For its part, the demodand first listened to the man's sing-song, then let out a series of clicks and clacks through its mandibles. Moving its monstrous jaw as if dislocating it akin to a snake, the demodand began to drool out words it knew the human would understand.

"Giv' whizhard tressuure. Giv' prizhe! Souls cruushh und flesh devourrr"

It seemed to be remembering the common tongue, as it spoke. Perhaps centuries had passed since it last used the vile speech.

The demodand remained at the top of the stair, and cocked its head to examine Adan below. It noticed something then. It noticed because its nature was to notice such things. It noticed because it sensed these things, the weak and mewling humans and their foolish bonds of false love.

Satisfied with its observation, the demodand lifted its long, taloned arm above its head, to show off its victim and mock the warrior below.

Dangling from its tar-stained claws, was young Erund, alive but in a bad way, scraped up, teary, and soiled. He dangled their helplessly, a tiny living bundle, held aloft by a creature from the very pits of Hell itself.

"Eat Boy. Give Prizhe!"

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#99

The dark forces were, then, after the key. The key, then, or the boy? Or, if the key was at all what the once-paladin expected that it should be, his Land, and all that remained of the family, or one boy? Yet, Adan did not falter, merely raising his dagger, pointing it at the beast. He would do his level best to save both, but he was a son of the Land, a descendant of that Great Lady, who adorned the very treasure the creature desired. A treasure, Adan suspected, that would be literally key to gaining the ability to cast his foes from the Land, the Brightblade itself. His task would be to endure all the privations that Hell might throw, in order to bring light back to this land.

"Ahh. I understand now. You're weak. Weak enough to debase yourself far enough to be used by a human. You're too weak and afraid to put the boy down and come and claim it, demon. You're afraid I'll end your pointless, god-benighted existence, and you won't even have a last meal, let alone your treasure." Beneath the brow of his helmet, the knight actually managed a smile, one that was mostly faked. "I bet you're so pathetic you don't even have the right to have a name. Come and earn your meal, pestling, earn it like the peasant among demons that you are!"

"By Trigu's name, I bind you to damnation! By Alys's name, I bind you to death! By the spirit of Denhane, I bind you to failure!"

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#100

Now the monster was stirred. For a moment it considered the man's words. The Farastu, unbeknownst to the wretched human assaulting it with words, was among the weakest of its kind, a servitor, infernal truth be told, to the kelubar and the dreaded shator. Challenged strongly and openly, this brazenly, by seemingly a desperate human, drew some deep-seated fear from within the beast's putrid bowels, and some ire. A burning desire to rush down and strangle the pink-skinned pig one thousand different ways.

"Oh weeakest of humans! Fool you are to speak such talk! No names you say, I know. My name you will not be speak. Piggy I hold here. Piggy to devour. Speak now talk of wizard's prize, and only half the boy I eat, I will vow."

The demon-thing's speech seemed to improve every time it spoke. The language it had so much time to forget, was returnng from its pre-glass prison memories.

Despite its own words, the Demodand could stand still no longer. The warrior's cursing words had infuriated the creature. It began its loping descent down the same staircase, where Nial Hellschwert had once descended as a boy, armed for the hunt, his unreadable face, stern as ever, even in youth.

The demodand, however, descended considerably faster now, than Nial once had. As it moved, black tar flying everywhere and clinging to every surface, it began clicking its mandbles, a purplish pus, streaming down its neck from its mouth, just to disappear into the tar-like goo of its alien body.

The demodand was almost at the foot of the stair, one arm still holding aloft Erund, moving like a gorilla on the attack. The boy, being thrashed about, seemed to be unconcsious or at least in shock by now.

Adan had two choices. Run or withstand a direct assault.

It was at this moment of decision, as Adan prepared to bolt and let the demon give chase outside where Kadarin, (and by now Kyrian, Adan hoped) was ready to aid him in the struggle, when the Hellschwert felt a sudden warmth in his chest, beneath his stained armor, a warmth which manifested next as a brief, but piercing light in his eyes. Only a second it took, but to Adan the sensation felt like it lasted a minute. The vision of his father descending the staircase of the hunting lodge had lit some heretofore dampened flame within the man's soul.

Adan gets a paladin ability back. Hurrah! Lay hands.

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#101

"So weak you have to beat me to death with a human? Is your flesh not even capable of standing firm to mine?" called Adan, as he half danced, half bolted towards the door, sweeping a piece of the statuary down into the floor, hopefully to trip up his foe as he ran towards the magi. He had felt the tingle at the edge of far dormant senses, the call of the holy magic. "Come, little impling, come to my place of power, and I will show you true strength!"

And then, he ran, full on, for the circle of protection that he prayed to his Lord and Lady for the existence of. Just a few yards further, young Hellschwert!

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#102

At this, the demodand finally flinged young Erund Hellschwert aside. The boy was sent flying toward one of the walls, and thudded against a tapestry, collapsing to the floor.

With another effortless swipe, the monster sent a statue of Richolm Hellschwert flying, shattering against the down-stairs window, sending yet more glass flying through the house and outside.

As it came, the creature chanted in clacks beneath its breath. Emerging into the sun, it paused to find Adan nearby, still tempting it to give chase. Along side the irksome man the demodand could now see another human, and yet another boy. It advanced.

Initiative between demodand, Adan, and Kadarin. Meanwhile, Kyrian should dispatch the remaming peryton next round in his face-off. If he doesn't, Vorodon will. It would then take Kyrian and Vorodon 1 round to reach either demodand or protective circle.

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#103

Vorodon's gaze narrowed as battle rage blossomed in the half-ogre warrior. He vaguely recognized the flying beast menacing his friend: His father had once warned him of the Ehry-tones, "heart-eaters" that condemned their prey's souls to soul-torn misery in the next life, bereft of bravery and love.

Rushing toward the fray, Vorodon's deep voice boomed in animal challenge, echoing through the sodden woodland like the battle-call of some ancient predator. One practiced hand yanked the oilcloth wrappings clear from his quiver even as the other swiftly drew a jagged iron missile. "Ehry-tone NOT take friend heart this day!"

Leaping atop a weathered stump, he drew back his arm and flung his dart!

Rolled 1d20 : 20, total 20
(Ummm... That was supposed to be an 8...)

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#104

As he bolted for the hemisphere of protection, across the rough dirt of the stable floor, Adan felt, rather than saw, the divine protection of the Lord wash over him. As he did so, he turned, raising the shield once more, just within the border of the of the protective field. Enough, he half hoped, to trick the beast into thinking it was he that deflected the blows that were sure to come, rather than the wizard. If it was truly frightened of 'his' power, it would fight poorly, and perhaps that would be the advantage they would need.

Rolled 1d10 : 8, total 8

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#105

"By the gods, that thing is ugly", thought Kadarin as he stood in his circle. Though he rued the permanent use of the spell, he could not have thought of a better outcome. Vorodon! The valiant half-ogre was as welcome a sight as Kadarin had seen in some time.

Kadarin again began to chant additional magics, this time to enlarge Adan's dagger. A small thing perhaps, but sometimes the small things could matter the most.

Adan was helping by drawing the beast near, as if that was a good thing..

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#106

Hey, did Voro kill the peryton? If so, I can charge off to help Adan!

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#107

Kyrian was getting ready to swing his blade once more, when he heard an ear-piercing whistle not far from his head.

The circling Peryton, already injured, shrieked and quite suddenly crash-landed in a bloody, black, heap, its wings still spasming involuntarily. For a moment Kyrian was confused. Did the creature die of fright, at the thought of absorbing another kiss from the Carmine Rose?

Turning suddenly at Herald’s snort, Kyrian could now see the unmistakable figure of Vorodon of the Volgotoi approaching. And approaching quickly.

We'll go with your 20 Wulf. A small boon from an evil GM. Welcome back! The thing had 5 HP left, so its dead. We'll say you can hit peryton with non-magical dart, because of the lovely 1st ed. rule val found. Creatures of 4+ HD can attack creatures not normally affected by non-magical attacks. Or something. But you're also a PC, not a monster, sooooo, yep. Thats my ruling. :P To hit demodand however, you'll need that axe me'thinks.

My initiative roll v. Adan's 8...(21:16:56) ChatBot: Murometz rolls 1d10 and gets 9. SO you actually win initiative, and Kadarin has already enlarged the dagger into a sword. Your attack Adan and Kadarin. Kyrian and Vorodon can join next round, right now they're moving quickly toward circle/demodand, with Kyrian charging even.

The demon paused as he approached his pink-fleshed foe. Who were all these humans? He could now see the mounted rider, and what looked to be an ogre not far away. Furthermore, this young one hiding behind the tormentor with his puny shield, was chanting magic. The demon sniffed the air, through various nostrils, located along its body. Magic. I know magic too. They will pay for interfering with my mission. They will all pay. They will pay with their flesh and their bones. I will feast on them, then find my prize. Their souls will burn in the Pits of Tarterus.

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#108

As the Demodand drew close, and the blade in his had gained mass and length, into a weapon with which the young scion of Hellschwert was more familiar, he dropped into a strange fighting stance. Turning within the protection of the circle, before drawing his blade in a great, underhanded cut, meaning to try to split the demonic being from stern to stem, the family form 'Kurzschwert Drei', perhaps the most powerful single attack he had.

Alas, the blade 'twould cleave naught but air, his reach but millimeters too short to tag the glue-like hide of the beast, leaving him to curse beneath his breath.

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#109

"Oh woe! A dread ogre approaches, and my knees tremble!" Kyrian laughed at Vorodon. "From it, I must retreat, and battle the far less frightening demon instead!"

And so he did, racing towards the loathsome tar fiend, blade at the ready, a war cry on his lips. "Leave a piece of the fiend for me!"

The roll below is for my next attack; I will try to get the thing between me and Adan, and beat it up in concert.
Rolled 1d20 : 5, total 5

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#110

First slap away the irksome shield-man, and then demolish the red-cheeked mage, G’rexlakhus decided as he advanced, enraged, but suddenly confident in its chances. The horse and its rider looked familiar to it. It had fought many such knights before. Weakling warriors encased in paper-thin metal. It had no fear of the galloper. The ogre, this had to be a summoned beast. No true ogre would dare advance upon a Farastu! It would make quick work of the meaty target, it decided.

But first the verbal attacker before it, who had just missed with his pathetic needle and his awkward lunge. Is he baiting me? I will vomit tar down his throat!

Kadarin's turn, then Farastu attacks Adan/Kadarin. Then Initiative between Farastu and everyone all together. Echo, since technically we can't roll initiative until val's attack, and then Farastu, you can take that 5 back, and reroll shortly if you like. Up to you.

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#111

Though it was being to tax his strength, as soon as one mystic chant completed, he began anew, yet again calling upon his magic.

First the blade, then the warrior, thought Kadarin as his magic entwined about Adan.

Enlarge of course :)

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#112

As Kadarin chanted, the demodand lunged at Adan, flailing its meat-hook arms, and slinging tar, only to be stopped by some invisible force preventing it access to Adan. Now truly enraged, the demodand tried again, and again was thwarted by painful magic. It roared then, a horrid sound that would wake the dead. It had encountered such magic before, used by summoners to protect themselves.

At this point, the demodand paused and began chanting itself, in some grotesque unrecognizable tongue not meant for men to understand. As it did so, it kept an eye on the advancing rider and ogre...and on the suddenly growing shield-man, who began to grow to colossal size. More sorcery! The chanting wizard behind the shield-man must be destroyed!

It has used its attack (claw/claw/bite) on Adan this round, thwarted by prot. from demodands circle. Now, we need one roll for group initiative from someone. Here's the demodands, http://strolen.com/guild/Themes/Winter30smfRC2/images/dice_warn.gif This dice roll has been tampered with!
Rolled 1d10 : 1, total 1 (nope,no tampering)

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#113

"Did the little demon stub his toe? What indignity! But that humiliation will be thousandfold when I wipe the last remnants of you off my boots!"
Kyrian was on a roll, drunk with battle, heart racing; the world seem to flow like honey.

Kyrian rolls initiative.http://strolen.com/guild/Themes/Winter30smfRC2/images/dice_warn.gif This dice roll has been tampered with!
Rolled 1d10 : 6, total 6
Provided I get that d20 re-roll, here it ishttp://strolen.com/guild/Themes/Winter30smfRC2/images/dice_warn.gif This dice roll has been tampered with!
Rolled 1d20 : 7, total 7

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#114

With a mighty bellow, Adan reversed his blade from the high point of its arc, pulling it back down into the Pflug guard, before stepping forwards to plunge the sword directly at the center of the beast's mass, praying to his Lord and Lady that he might at least cleave vital flesh. Still, as the tar flashed past him, an idea formed in his mind. But first, the beast would need to be intent upon the others, and he was acutely aware that should the protection spell fail, at this moment, he was Kadarin's only line of defense.

To Hit: 1d20 : 6, total 6
Damage, if hit: 1d6+3 : 5 + 3, total 8
To stick, if hit: 1d20 : 2, total 2

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#115

Missing, his blade skittering across chitinous armor, though thankfully without sticking, Adan swore handily, dancing backwards within the circle of protection, both back towards Kadarin, and back towards a haypile at the same time, as he called out, "Vorodon! Throw the haywagon at him!"

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

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Grim purpose filled Vorodon as he lumbered toward the tar-oozing horror, awkwardly unlimbering his greataxe. His armored fist slapped the weapon's mottled iron head, which issued an eerie reverberation, a strangely deep tone as if hidden gulfs echoed with every strike. Gleaming copper beads and colorful luck knots rattled against the weapon's haft, hill talismans dangling from the deadly axe's blade.

"Gora’am’s Tussk'n! Never no more hurt friend!" cried the hulking warrior as he threw himself into this new battle. The half-breed's massive weapon lashed out toward the demodand, his furious swings forcing it back.

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#117

unfortunately everybody missed

Kyrian charged the monster atop Herald, and managed to swipe the demodand with his blade, but to no avail apparently, as the Carmine Rose, briefly tasted black goo, but did not seem to injure the beast. Roaring now, the demodand turned to face the whirling knight....

Vorodn's axe, indeed a mighty swing that would fell most where they stood, did not strike the surprisingly agile demodand either. Two attacks, two misses Kadarin and Adan managed to notice, as they tensed to prepare for further attack.

Meanwhile, batting aside the attacks, the Demodand faced the circle of protection once more, as his chanting continued, a truly ugly sound that hurt the ears of everyone present.

dispel magic roll vs circle of prot. level 11th vs level 10th (Denhane)http://strolen.com/guild/Themes/Winter30smfRC2/images/dice_warn.gif This dice roll has been tampered with!
Rolled 1d100 : 58, total 58

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

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Demodand initiative for next round. Rolled 1d10 : 8, total 8Only 1 roll required from the PCs for group initiative

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#119

Party initiative: 1d10 : 9, total 9

Re: Whom the gods would destroy...

#120

Thank you. Order of events--Kyrian & Kadarin up first, then Farastu, then Vorodon and Adan. I will look up shortly, whether or not the dispel magic spell by Farastu worked on circle or not from last round.