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...Moist towelette?
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I take in the scene below and smile with glee at finally getting the chance to fight. Rushing down the stairs, I vault over Aryn and Frederick, aiming to land directly behind the robed figure and chop him wth my sord. |
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2015/12/20, 07:25:05
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AKA: Krus, suNn, suNncaeks, suNndruNk, Toe-Toe, NZmeta5u
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Jump check
Arschloch swiftfully leaps over Aryn and Frederick, and slashes at the robed being whilst doing so. Arschloch Attack roll The robed figure drops his dagger as he goes limp.
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2015/12/21, 03:50:12
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Steal from the rich and I’m out robbing banks / Give it to the poor and I always give thanks
AKA: Haunted Horse, Punch King, Commander Spock, The Man, V, Lobster Johnson, Fuzzy Dunlop, CassandraLeo
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I make sure none of my allies are in the way and then shoot the surviving enemy motherfucker in the room with my shooty-arrow-thing.
__________________ ff · tmv · reds · lj · last.fm · soundcloud · pm for facebook (which I never check) “The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain. If you can’t lick ’em, join ’em. If it hurts, repeat it. But to praise despair is to condemn delight, to embrace violence is to lose hold of everything else. We have almost lost hold; we can no longer describe happy man, nor make any celebration of joy.” -Ursula K. Le Guin, “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas” “I never knew a man could tell so many lies He had a different story for every set of eyes How can he remember who he’s talking to? ’Cause I know it ain’t me, and I hope it isn’t you” -Neil Young, “Ambulance Blues” |
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2015/12/21, 22:55:18
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AKA: Krus, suNn, suNncaeks, suNndruNk, Toe-Toe, NZmeta5u
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Aryn dashes down the remaining stairs to Frederick's side and draws back the string on her bow.
Aryn Attack rolls As she releases her pull, the arrows flies out and past the head of it's target.
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2015/12/21, 23:26:32
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Two more robed men storm into the tavern, dirk in hand, with one duel-weidling daggers. One charges past Unglar to strike Aryn.
Unglar's Attack of Opportunity However, as he tries to pass, Unglar swings a great side-ways swing and bisects the robed man in-twain, blood pooling on the hard oak floor. The man with duel daggers runs into the Half-Orc, ready to stab as the man in leather also prepares to strike. Strangers attack rolls The robed man lunges at Unglar with his first strike, whom he is able to dodge it's thrust, jumping back, but his high slashing second dagger finds it's mark, and a hits Unglar high in his right arm and shoulder. His leathered companion has lost too much blood to properly swing his broadsword, and Unglar dodges this strike with easy, who now prepares to strike back.
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2015/12/21, 23:40:01
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2015/12/22, 12:08:59
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OOC: Yup. Just the guy with the leather armour left.
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2015/12/22, 15:20:38
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Frederick Attack roll
Frederick swings at the final man standing, but he somehow manages to stumble out of mace-reach.
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2015/12/22, 23:10:02
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2015/12/22, 23:28:28
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As the leather-clad stranger slumps to the floor, the tavern once again becomes silent. Despite the ruckus, there is no apparent activity outside, other than the shine of the moon, which is now at full light, despite not a full moon. It is about half an hour past the middle of night.
OOC: You have now completed your first combat of the campaign. Congrats! Glad to say that this has already been more successful than my last endeavour at PBP D&D. Heh. You are now free to return to do what you will as a party. But first... a little housekeeping... Experience gained: Unglar: 350 XP Frederick: 350 XP Arschloch: 350 XP Aryn: 325 XP Frederick is currently on 7/10 HP. Unglar is currently on 7/11 HP. The others are on full health. On another note, spellcasters may wish rest and prepare new spells for the morning. and as a house rule, sleeping for 8 hours will heal 1d4 + con bonus of health.
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2015/12/23, 02:11:28
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Other than the weapons and armour that they carrying (4 daggers, a longsword, 3 sets of dark robes, with crimson accents and leather armour), each of the figures are carrying a small circular wooden disc, about the circumference size of a mug. Each of these discs have a symbol of Erythnul carved in it on one side, the handiwork however is not crude.
They also have about 67 gold pieces between them.
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2015/12/23, 02:27:38
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The barrels are all branded with the symbol of Erythnul. The fluid which flowed from the appear to be some sort of mixture of a tree's sap, and the blood of some sort of animal.
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2015/12/23, 13:48:36
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As far as you can tell, yes.
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2015/12/24, 01:39:14
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The Hideous New Girl
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I shift the barrels around so they're no longer make a triangle pattern and roll them over to a corner of the Inn, away from the door. "We should dispose of these in the morning." Otherwise, I take a step outside to see if there are any other suspicious figures around.
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2015/12/24, 02:09:11
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As you step outside, the town has returned to stillness and silence, other than the creak of a swaying blacksmith sign from across the road.
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2015/12/24, 02:49:50
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Steal from the rich and I’m out robbing banks / Give it to the poor and I always give thanks
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I wait for Frederick to return to the inn, then mention that I'm going to head back up to my room to get some sleep, then do exactly that.
__________________ ff · tmv · reds · lj · last.fm · soundcloud · pm for facebook (which I never check) “The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain. If you can’t lick ’em, join ’em. If it hurts, repeat it. But to praise despair is to condemn delight, to embrace violence is to lose hold of everything else. We have almost lost hold; we can no longer describe happy man, nor make any celebration of joy.” -Ursula K. Le Guin, “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas” “I never knew a man could tell so many lies He had a different story for every set of eyes How can he remember who he’s talking to? ’Cause I know it ain’t me, and I hope it isn’t you” -Neil Young, “Ambulance Blues” |
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2015/12/24, 13:46:36
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AKA: Krus, suNn, suNncaeks, suNndruNk, Toe-Toe, NZmeta5u
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Roughly eight and a half hours pass, and before long Frederick is shaken awake by Godfred. "Curses! What on Kehros happened here?!!", he says, clearly referencing to the blood soaked floors, the bodies of the robed figures, and the other unfamiliarities in the Pick and Hammer Tavern. "I'm sure you did what had to be done. Well, like I said, here is our greatest hunter, Agrilond."
Agrilond is an elf, and is quite possibly the only one in town. He is of a tall, fairly thin stature, yet of athletic build, has fiery red hair, and two visible claw-like scars running across his left cheek. "Did these men have anything of significance on them?" he asks. Other men who must be in the employ of Godfred are doing their part to try to return the tavern to its former state. Moving the tables and chairs back to place. An adolescent is trying to scrub some of the stains from the floor.
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