Underdark [3.5] IC

[Cadian 9th]

DM

The City of Underdark is in troubled times. The mines that sustain the city have been failing, and something has been disturbed in the depths. The gods warn of the awakening of evil; certainly, attacks by vermin and creatures of the dark have started, as if summoned by something, and following them are kobolds and goblins. The sunpower that powered the defensive devices is running out and now is unusable, leading to an retreat and a rise of the Drow warriors, a sect of the Underdark military who have trained the same and are deadly warriors. They earn a distrustful respect from the other races, still being the arrogant cruel elves they are.

Herds of animals depending on the Mushroom matter have grown thin and are hungry, and the Gnomes who manage the mushrooms are blaming the Sunstone mining as the problem...

You sit on the edge of a chasm, having being ordered to investigate the Drow captain Darius, a champion Scorpion knight. The orders come from high up, though all you have been told is that they know what you did, and you will be free after this conflict. You don't know much about the other adventurers, but you've been told they've all been picked for good reasons.

I Would like everyone to make Know and Bardic Know checks (if you can) to see how much I tell you. I will also factor in your background. Please post in this format,

Name

Rp, blahdeblah

Mechanics, such as [roll0] is over 9000.

[Tyrael]

A beautiful woman sits on the edge of the chasm, her bountiful chest constrained within a skin-tight black sleeveless bodysuit that stretches from her neck to her feet. A dozen sharp knives and a dozen guns are holstered and sheathed all over her body via dozens of leather straps, making her into something like a walking armory. The visible skin on her arms is charred and burned horribly, and her head is completely bald, scarred and withered like her arms. She wears a black mask with glowing orange lenses and a metallic canister hanging from her cheek.

Her breath hisses and echoes creepily inside the mask as she stares down into the chasm, contemplating.

[whoiam]

Liselle

I knew I shouldn't have gotten here first...

"It's all very well telling a bunch of strangers to show up at the same place and time, but it never really works out that way, does it? No, some people come early and some people come late and it's all a right mess getting everything straightened out..."

Liselle had mainly been talking to fill up the silence before the others caught up with her.

She hoped they wouldn't be too long... and luckily for her, they were not. A woman covered in weapons turned up a bare six minutes after Liselle had done. She didn't seem to be the talkative sort... but she was something.

Besides, the quiet ones are the ones least likely to tell the others if you have a panic attack and need someone to calm you down...right?


[roll0]
[roll1]


Edit: Out, out, damned ninja!

[Tyrael]

The woman's expressionless black mask turns its glowing orange gaze towards her and regards Liselle dispassionately. "Nervous?" she rasps with a voice like a dying bird on sandpaper.

[Archdeacon GX]

Reve

The sound of a man's voice begins to echo through the cavernous halls along with the skrtch-skrtch of footsteps. In the distance, a slightly tall man in plain clothes -- save for a shining pair of bracers worn over the ends of his sleeves -- comes into view, carrying a sack over his shoulder, escorted by a soldier. He appears to be of an average build, if a bit less muscular than most, and by the sound of his voice he would seem to be rather perturbed.

"I just don't see why I would have been chosen to do something like this, I'm an apothecary!" He says to the soldier, looking around incredulously. When he gets no response from the armored man, the apothecary sighs and looks ahead towards the chasm. Supposing to himself that this must be the place -- judging by the heavily armed black shape and the woman beside it. Glancing at the guard as he turns to leave, the apothecary shakes his head to himself before turning to more closely examine his apparent companions in greater detail.

Upon closer inspection, he is able to make out the black shape as a woman -- although if not for the distinct silhouette of her curves he would not have been as sure. He feels a chill of goosebumps wash over him as he looks over her heavily burnt flesh, at least that which is showing. By the hells, what happened to her?

Deciding it would be very much against his interests to continue staring at the disfigured arsenal of a woman, he looks instead to the next comrade, the Grey Elf. For the first few moments he finds it difficult to place the colour of her hair, as it is masked by the fine layer of dirt that seems to coat the rest of her body as well. Once he has discerned that it is some shade of red, he decides that this person is much less intimidating to look upon than the frightening woman beside her.

It is at this moment that the man realizes that he has been standing perfectly still and in complete silence during his entire scrutiny of his new-found companions. Raising his free hand to his mouth, he clenches it into a fist and coughs into it, to break the silence if nothing else. "Yes, well, erm..." he starts with plain embarrassment. "Er, h-hello."

Oh, no, I've gone and done it again!

I don't quite know which Knowledge checks you're wanting us to make, so I'll go ahead and throw down Local and History.
[roll0] Local
[roll1] History

[Archdeacon GX]

More Knowledge Checks Now That Clarification Has Been Given
[roll0] Knowledge (Arcana)
[roll1] Knowledge (The Planes)

[Samm]

Darren

A 6'2 man, of a large muscular build walks into the room. His footsteps fall heavy on the floor -- he's heard before he's seen. When he moves out of the gloom it becomes noticeable that he's wearing worn and weathered working clothes and backpack. It's possible to make out an outline of something underneath his shirt. His hair's dark, he's got a moustache, a long face, and rather large hands. He looks around, and notices three other people there. "What a bunch of oddballs?" He fiddles with a small ring on his left hand, upon hearing Reve say something and break the awkward silence he says, "Righto, uh what exactly are we doing, investigating this Darius chap right?"

[whoiam]

Liselle
Knowledge (Local): [roll0]
Knowledge (History): [roll1]
Knowledge (anything you care to pick): [roll2]


"Hello!" Liselle seems a little too enthusiastic about her greeting, and promptly springs back to her feet to faice the new arrivals.

"Yes, we're here for investigations. Name's Liselle, Liselle Diapai. And you are?"

The question wasn't aimed at anyone in particular - just to the gathering in general. But her attention seemed firmly fixated on Reve - who she'd decided to be the friendliest of those present...

[Archdeacon GX]

Reve turns again to look at Liselle, giving her another once-over uncertainly. Why is she looking at me like that? He wonders to himself. She probably thinks I'm daft. With a brief glance between the muscled man and the masked woman, he composes himself -- recovering as best he can from his lapse earlier -- and introduces himself. "And I am, er, Reve Vattic. I-I work as an apothecary in town." It is plain from his nervous mannerisms that he is not quite accustomed to being thrust as he was into such circumstances, and social graces are obviously not his strong point.

He sets down the bag that he had been carrying over his shoulder; it is rather simple in its appearance, and looks as if it should be no heavier than a pound or so, but it would seem that it alone makes up for a large portion of the weight that Reve carries.

[Tyrael]

A harsh, hideous sound comes from the black-garbed woman's mask; it takes those around her a few moments to realize that the halting, choking noise is actually supposed to be laughter.

"Melgora," she rasps at Reve, still chuckling. "Jumpy little squirt, aren't you?"

[Archdeacon GX]

Reve cringes visibly at the sound as her laughter grates at his ears. "Er, y-yes, well...I mean, no..." Unsure how to respond to Melgora, he simply cuts himself off and resumes with a staggering "H-how do you do?"

[Samm]

Darren

Darren turns to Liselle and responds to her querry. "Darren - I'm a blacksmith... yeah... What do you guys do for a living?" He feels a little awkward, these aren't the people he's used to talking to. He sits down on the edge of the chasam and places his bag down on the ledge under his arm.

[Cadian 9th]

Reve

Local:

Times are bad, but the spirit is defiance. Despite the events unfolding, people are still working normally. However, groups of religious humans and elves are joining the military now, more than before, for unexplained reasons. Perhaps they feel something terrible is coming.

History:

In times gone by, the city of Underdark was built by Dwarves who are now all but absent. From a historian's point of view, you can recall the discovery of SunStones, the stones of power that raidate sunlight, used to power all sorts of devices in the underdark. You recall the arrival of the Drow, fleeing from a Goblin onslaught, and they exist relatively peacefully alongside the other races. You as an Apothecary remember when the drow arrived, the days when you were taught how to neutralize various vermin poisons.

The Humans arrived before the Drow but after the dwarves, after a climactic underground battle when a force of evil threatened the underground city. A Human hero named Kirion fought alongside the dwarves along with his group of adventurers, Elrith, the Elven Ranger, Borts, the Dwarven Engineer and Tyrael, the Gnome Cleric. Whatever they did is unspoken of amongst anyone, even historians like you.

Over the years you have noticed a decline in the Gnome populations, yet this is mainly due to the more reserved nature of the gnomes with regards to reproduction.

Arcana

Though your study of arcana you uncovered many facts and figures relating to craetures of magic and the way the city was built.

The first creatures here besides the Dwarves were actually kobolds, a small community that was called "The Watchers" in Draconic tongue. They built several Simularca, constructs of power who could hold the line on sacred sites. They are statues.

The city was built with a lot of help from a unit of Earth Sorcerers (dwarves). They created enchantments from the power of earth that would suspend many constructions above the ground and save manpower: the floating tombs are a testament to the sorcerers' help, being their final resting place.

The construction of the city was layered. Under the main streets there are several layer of underground catacombs; The mines encroach on these, yet the educated are unsure of just how far the mines have gone into the catacombs.

The power of the Sunstones is something that has not been uncovered. It has been found that Sunstones merely are receptacles for power, including psionic power, but where the original energy came from is unknown.

The Planes

Earth elementals form competant military units under their summoners. In particular, Dwarven sorcerers are adept at summoning such powerful elementals, however the Geodite, a elemental steward, small creature, is favoured as a companion.

Geodites are small humanoid shaped elementals who combine strength with great reislience. They can burrow quite quickly, and are often found int he service of Psionic adventurers.

The energy of the sunstones is similar to pure elemental energy, the kind that can be obtained from the essence of a demon or celestial.

You are to keep the secrets of the sunstones to yourself. You are also required by your commander to find out more about the sunstones.


Liselle

Local:

You are aware of the halfing activity around inthe Underdark:
The Halfling community mainly provides scouts and entertainers, as well as druids. Halfling thieves are common, though not dominant and generally sanctioned by the rulers elite. Halfling lizard riders are often the outriders who may plant traps and explosives to aid the main defenders.

Locally, thieves are ramapnt as the poverty strikes. As the mines see deaths each day, breadwinners are lost so the children generally strike out in attempts to find food. Such children are often caught discretely and put into a sitting with a priest or cleric, then given the spares scraps of the nobles, who still live a rich lifestyle.


Nature:

The Mushroom forests have been a curiousity along naturalists. The mushrooms are (this is rarely known, not many have seen the mushrooms) 10ft tall and living. They have feathered leaves and the hair, when soaked, becomes effectively a kind of pasta which is nutrionally beneficial.

The mushroom forests are failing lately though, due to the lack of power from the diminsihing suntone which they "feed" off.


Darren:

Local
As always, humans are found in many roles. The temples of the humans are focal points for all races, indicative of the pious nature of the human race. Several human warrior groups exist, either heavily armoured shock troopers, archers/musketeers, and Sorcerers. Human magic users generally wear rugged combat gear, except the wizards who wear immaculate robes based on their alignment, followed by servants and often having an air of superiority. Psionic characters are emerging as a result of exposure to sunstones, primarily amongst these are the miners who manifest hidden talent.

In human society, lower class families have no education and only speak common and sign language. They are paid little, but enough and commonly work as builders or miners. The next higher is warriors, of any type. The next class is Sorcerers, having being born in a poor family but respected due to their power. The higher class is servants and aides, a prestige role that can only be accessed by an educated individual. The highest is the elite rulers.


Tyrael's Character

Local:

Times are bad, but the spirit is defiance. Despite the events unfolding, people are still working normally. However, groups of religious humans and elves are joining the military now, more than before, for unexplained reasons. Perhaps they feel something terrible is coming.

History:

In times gone by, the city of Underdark was built by Dwarves who are now all but absent. From a historian's point of view, you can recall the discovery of SunStones, the stones of power that raidate sunlight, used to power all sorts of devices in the underdark. You recall the arrival of the Drow, fleeing from a Goblin onslaught, and they exist relatively peacefully alongside the other races. You as an Apothecary remember when the drow arrived, the days when you were taught how to neutralize various vermin poisons.

The Humans arrived before the Drow but after the dwarves, after a climactic underground battle when a force of evil threatened the underground city. A Human hero named Kirion fought alongside the dwarves along with his group of adventurers, Elrith, the Elven Ranger, Borts, the Dwarven Engineer and Tyrael, the Gnome Cleric. Whatever they did is unspoken of amongst anyone, even historians like you.

Over the years you have noticed a decline in the Gnome populations, yet this is mainly due to the more reserved nature of the gnomes with regards to reproduction.

[Archdeacon GX]

Reve shrugs lightly, obviously out of his element as well. He carries himself with a sort of uncertain cautiousness, as if he's constantly taking care not to say the wrong thing. "Well, as I said, I'm an apothecary," he answers, more easily than he had when speaking to Liselle or Melgora.

[Tyrael]

"I used to be a bard," Melgora rasps gratingly through her mask.

[whoiam]

Liselle

A bard? Maybe she can still tell stories... I'll try that later.

"I find and disable traps for a living."

It's the acceptable way of saying 'I am a thief'...

"So... A bard, a blacksmith, an apocethary and me... at least it's unlikely that we are expected to do too much in the way of fighting..."

[Samm]

Darren

"Oh, so you break into stuff and steal things, I'm more of a street thug." Darren chuckles. Then he waits, after a while he asks, "Is someone meant to meet us?"

[Archdeacon GX]

Reve silently boggles at Melgora's answer, thinking incredulously, A bard? With that voice?

As Darren speaks of being a street thug, Reve seems to shrink away from the three of them uncertainly, though he still replies, "I'm not sure."

[Samm]

Darren

Darren is interested into what's happened to Melgora, so he asks, "What happened to you, you know the burns and the voice?"

[Tyrael]

Melgora's expressionless mask swings around to gives Darren a menacing glare. "I don't like to talk about it," she rasps painfully.

[Samm]

Darren

Unintimidated, Darren glares back. And through clenched teeth he says, "Okay. That's fine with me."

Darren, slightly annoyed by Melgora's response doesn't pursue the question further and resumes waiting.

[Archdeacon GX]

Reve looks between Darren and Melgora, uncertain which one he'd rather be further from. Probably the 'bard', he thinks to himself.

[Cadian 9th]

DM

Some rocks fall from above, small pebbles. They clatter down the chasm into the black depths. The Captain is due in a few minutes.

[whoiam]

Liselle

Nervously, the elf backs away from the edge.

It's not so much that she's afraid of dying as that she's afraid of being stuck down below on her own.

"So... Do any of you know what we're supposed to be investigating Darius *for*? Or did someone well-connected just decide on a spot of general investigation?"

More importantly, why are we still sitting here?

"Oh... and should we be hiding or something? This all seems quite open for a probably clandestine investigation of a war hero..."

[Samm]

Darren

Darren decides to pick up his backpack and move away from the edge a little, "Don't want to fall down there...", he thinks to himself. He says out loud in response to Liselle's question, "Yeah, maybe but then our contacts wouldn't be able to find us."

[Archdeacon GX]

Reve

The apothecary simply shrugs his shoulders and folds his arms. "I know nothing more than any of you do, I'm afraid. The best I can think of at the moment is to wait until someone arrives."

[Tyrael]

Melgora shakes her head. "No," she rasps painfully through her mask. "It's best..." she trails off with a wheeze and pauses for a few breaths, getting her strength back. "...to just wait," she concludes weakly.

[Cadian 9th]

That was a long wait

DM

The rockfall from above increases to a trickle. Small pebbles fall to bounce and make small clipping sounds. The trickle stops, all is silent. The inky blackness of the chasm is all the more dark for the boredom.

Listen checks, everyone!

[Archdeacon GX]

Reve glances around, feeling awkward in the silence.


Listen.
[roll0]

[whoiam]

Liselle takes one quick last look around (fixing the locations of the party members in her mind), and closes her eyes.

And listens.

There are also a number of silent, prayer-like lip movements...


[roll0]

[Tyrael]

Melgora shrugs to herself, her ample chest moving interestingly within her tight leather.

[roll0]

[Samm]

Darren

Darren listens,, he also takes a look around. "I'm better at seeing things, than hearing them... Too much noise in the workshop..."

Spot: [roll0]
Listen: [roll1]

[Cadian 9th]

Liselle
You hear a slight clicking, like segmented armour. You also hear the small crunch as something hard bores into rock. Above!

Darren
You hear a series of clicks as if from segmented armour. Above!

Melgora
You hear the silence of the abyss

Reve
You hear the silence of the abyss

[whoiam]

Liselle

...That's not a good sign...

Liselle pipes up... quietly. "I think we should probably get our backs to one of the walls..." She points to the far side of the cave from the open cliff face, "ideally that one. Something is digging down towards this spot...I don't think we want to be directly underneath it when it breaks through..."

[Archdeacon GX]

Reve looks to her from the depths of the pit, a little skeptical. "Are you certain?" he asks, looking upward curiously.

[Tyrael]

Melgora shakes her head. "Paranoid," she rasps painfully and sucks in another hissing breath through her mask. "Jumping at shadows. Afraid of the dark?" A series of hideous, gargling chokes rattle out of her mask, a sound that's probably intended to be laughter but sounds more like a fat man strangling on a piece of fish.

[whoiam]

Liselle

"Para... Friend, do you see these ears?" Shifting a little hair out of the way so they'd be harder to miss. "They're not for show. Something is coming down at us." Quietly, Liselle pulls out her Rapier, and retreats to a safer wall.

...I really hope someone is coming down at us now. Being terribly terribly wrong is a really bad introduction...

[Samm]

Darren

Darren is slightly perplexed, "It's almost as if something was walking above us, wearing a tonne of armour..."

"Look guys, I heard clinks from above, as if someone was waltzing around in armour. I'm gonna trust Liselle. There's something out there."

Darren moves over about a metre away from the wall, fists held about chest height, as if ready to start a brawl.

[Archdeacon GX]

Reve

Reve looks up once more, becoming convinced as Darren agrees with Liselle. "Well, if the both of you hear it..." he muses, moving over towards the cavern wall with the both of them.

[Cadian 9th]

DM

As you move, a dull thump is heard behind you all. A skittering sound and a slight insect roar sounds as you whirl round to see a gigantic scorpion with plated armour in addition to its already thick plating, its deadly stinger ready to sting. On the front of its carapace sits a regal looking figure in plated armour with a long thin lance with a small but long blade, a runed shield and a red cape. The figure raises a mailed gauntlet and raises his visor, revealing a chillingly handsome albino dark elf with milky red eyes.

Another few dull thumps echo as two other scorpions show up, and then another skitters up the chasm. They all have riders.

" So you got here fine then. " Says the red caped rider. " I am Darius. I was told to meet you here to allow you to observe the battles and defences, so as to better counter our opponents and strengthen our defences. "

" Artemis, situation report? " Darius says.

" Kobolds tunnel fighters down below. They're using some magic to burrow underneath. The legionaires are holed up round the bend and are waiting for the cavalry. A unit of Halfling stalkers has been sent, I am assured from up top: Raydon. " Artemis says.

" Good. Well? " Darius says to you.

[Tyrael]

Melgora tilts her head questioningly and remains silent, waiting to hear more from either the man or her companions before expressing herself one way or the other.

[Samm]

Darren

Slightly unsure of what's going on Darren awkwardly replies, "Yeah... I'm fine..."

[Archdeacon GX]

Reve

The apothecary gawks at the scorpion-riding Dark Elf, obviously quite unsettled by the huge arachnid. He holds his tongue.

[whoiam]

Liselle

...they really should have given us a better briefing...

"Well... if we're just here to observe... perhaps you should just continue as normal? No point in our changing things before we know what to change..."

[Cadian 9th]

Darius

" Very Good. If you wouldn't mind. " he says, as his monstrous steed shifts so someone can mount it with Darius. The other riders do the same.

" With any luck the defenders are humans. I'm sick of Ragnar and his insults. "

" Dwarven Scum, He's lucky I don't stick a knife in his back when he sleeps after falling drunk. " Artemis says. The others, except Darius, laugh before being silenced with a cutting look from Darius. " Have you no honour, Artemis? No, the kill would be in a duel, where you can savour the victory. Where you can see the foe submit in his final moments. "

" Yessir. Better to see him die knowing it. "

[Samm]

Darren

Darren, a little unsure of what to do just stands and nods. "We're investigating this guy, what do they mean by that?"

[Cadian 9th]

Darius

" Don't be afraid. Razor will not hurt you. " Darius says, impatient but respectful.

[Archdeacon GX]

Reve

Reve looks about at the others and slowly steps forward, cautious. "Alright then...Razor, was it? Good scorpion..." he mutters as he moves over and nervously clambers up onto the creature behind Darius. I can't believe I'm doing this. I can believe even less that I'm the first among us doing it.

[Cadian 9th]

DM

Reve sits on the scorpion rather comfortably. Hefting his lance, Darius urges the Scorpion foward, rushing over the edge... A scream is heard.

Reve Only
You are taken down for about 40ft, then the scorpion lands in a lower tunnel. You can hear battle from that tunnel, but its a good 80ft away from what you can hear.

[Samm]

Darren

Darren is uneasy about going off the edge. "He just rushed off the edge... We're meant to follow him?"

Darren tries to sum up the courage to follow Reve down. "Man-up Darren, we're following him. It doesn't matter whether you're nervous or not."

Darren climbs onto a scorpion. He tries not to scream.

[Tyrael]

Melgora quite calmly steps off the cliff into thin air! However, instead of plummeting to a sticky end, she simply floats downward at the same leisurely pace she walked off the cliff with.

After reaching the bottom, she steps forward and joins Reve and the scorpion.

[whoiam]

Liselle

The elf takes one look at Iskellia stepping out over the edge, and quickly turns away. She cannot bear to look...

...which is a shame really, as she misses her colleague (presumeably) feather-falling safely to the bottom.

"That actually makes the scorpions look safe," she mutters, as she mounts behind one of the Captain's squad.

[Cadian 9th]

Iskellia Only:

It's pitch black, though you can hear the slight sounds of battle about 40ft off the edge, directly down.


Darren Only:

The Rider grins and rushes off the edge. Contrary to your belief, the scorpion simply climbs on the wall, scuttling down as the Drow hefts his lance. You emerge about 40ft down to hear the sound of battle. Spotting Darius, the captain nods and says " Welcome, that wasn't so bad, was it? "


Lisselle Only:

The rider grins at you from under her helm. She goads the scorpion over the edge, seemingly plunging into the abyss, till you realize that the scorpion is scuttling straight down, and after a short distance it lands with a crunch in a lower level tunnel. The rider hefts his lance as you see Darius speaking to Darren, " Welcome, that wasn't so bad, was it? "

But he hasn't acknowledged you yet.

Reve Only
Darius says to Darren: " Welcome, that wasn't so bad, was it? ", as he readies his shield and whispers to you. " Watch out for the female, where your elven female friend is. "

[Tyrael]

((My bad, I got Melgora's name mixed up with another character of mine.))

Melgora reaches up and touches her mask. Suddenly, her eyes seem to glow eerily with an otherworldly orange light that illuminates the area in front of her (15ft cone).

Glancing around the area, she continues to levitate herself down into the abyss towards the sounds of battle and the rest of the party.

[Samm]

Darren

Darren breathes a sigh of relief, after hearing that scream, he expected the scorpions to fall down and land hard on the ground below. "Yeah, at least we climbed instead of fell..."

Darren looks around for his comrades.

[Archdeacon GX]

Reve

Reve appears to be either approaching or just recovering from a bout of hyperventilation. Looking around, he realizes that it is nearly pitch black. With that in mind, he makes a few quick gestures and mutters to himself. His finger glows for a moment and he taps himself on the side of the head. Suddenly, the area around him brightens, and he jerks slightly as he finds Darius looking straight at him after his whispered message.

Spell:
Light. Bright light 20ft. radius, dim light 20ft. past that. It will last one hour, or until Reve cancels it.

DM Only:
Reve whispers back to Darius uncertainly, "E-erm, w-what do you mean?"

[Cadian 9th]

DM

You all see Melgora float into the area. The Scorpion Knight tasked with bringing her arrives with a scuttle a few seconds later, lance ready.

Reve casts a spell of light, helping you see better. Darius looks a bit miffed, but nods. " Make sure to cover it when we approach the battle, please. "

Reve Only:

Darius gives the ever so slight shake of his head.
" There's nothing I can say without causing a feud between the factions of the military. She might take your friend, watch your back. I'll do my best. "

[Archdeacon GX]

Reve

Reve nods uncertainly, looking to Melgora as she arrives. She can fly? he wonders to himself.

DM:
Reve isn't sure which female Darius was speaking of. So he asks: "Well...which one did you mean?"

[Samm]

Darren

Darren looks towards Reve the source of the light. "Huh, neat trick that."

He then looks to Darius, "Uh, who are we fighting? Is it goblins, kobolds, creatures of the dark or something else?"

[Cadian 9th]

DM

The White Scorpion Knights advance, getting closer to the battle. Darius says something to Darren, but the rest of you don't hear as the wind and battle sounds cut it out. Melgora's guard simply waves a hand at her and slows, waiting to see if the woman will mount the Scorpion.

Liselle's Scorpion Knight lags behind a bit.

Reve Only

" The Anxious Elf, the one afraid of being left alone. Please, cover the light, would you? "

He shouts to Darren " Kobolds, mostly. I supect a fair number of Earth Sorcerers, so look out. "


Darren Only

You see Darius whispering to Reve, though he shouts to you " Kobolds, mostly. I supect a fair number of Earth Sorcerers, so look out. "

Lisselle Only

" Afraid of the dark, Elf? " says the rider, a female.

[Archdeacon GX]

Reve

The apothecary leans over and looks ahead of Darius, quietly dismissing his cantrip. Everything is dark once more.

[Tyrael]

Melgora mounts up on the scorpion and looks ahead to the battle tensely, her breath rasping harshly through her mask.

[Samm]

Darren

Darren utters under his breath, "Bloody Kobolds." He looks back up at Darius and yells, "Will we be fighting them?"

[Cadian 9th]

DM

You enter the light behind a startling site: Dwarven warriors defend earth bariicades from Frenzied kobolds. Sling bullets wiz through the air, and the air crackles with arcane energy. A human psion points a hand and cuts down a swathe of kobolds, but is pummeled into the dirt by an earth elemental.

You emerge out and see more: 3 Kobold sorcerers stand at the back, guarded by several "elite" kobolds with heavy halberds. There's a giant crossbow thing (a ballistae) you can see and you spot a worrying movement towards the back of the dwarves position.

RFI, everyone!

[Archdeacon GX]

Reve

Reve looks out at the scene of the battle grimly, and with some obvious discomfort. Bracing himself, he tries to prepare himself should he have to participate.

Assuming RFI = Roll For Initiative:[roll0]

[Samm]

Darren

"Well... looks like quite a scuffle." Darren looks ahead at the battle.

Initiative: [roll0]

[Tyrael]

A cruel smirk twists Melgora's lips beneath the expressionless mask over her face as she scans the Kobolds, choosing her targets.

[roll0]

[Cadian 9th]

DM

You can look and see the kobolds are rather ineffective against the dug in dwarves, yet they still hold the dwarves up. You spot a few strapping some arcane cylinders to themselves, to the left of you as you come out of the tunnel.

Waiting on WhoIam; No map for this battle; It's too chaotic and is too complex. Just tell me where you're going etc and I'll make it work. Combat is bog standard, tho keep in mind things like bull rush ETC.

Tyrael, you might want to correct the Damage for you armanent attack, it should be 3d6.

[Samm]

Darren

"Looks like that Ballista is doing plenty of damage... But what are those things?", says Darren pointing towards the cylinders.

Darren moves over to the dwarf's positions, in an attempt to reaffirm it and maybe make a push towards the ballista.

Double Move Action, 60ft of movement in total.

[Tyrael]

DM

You can look and see the kobolds are rather ineffective against the dug in dwarves, yet they still hold the dwarves up. You spot a few strapping some arcane cylinders to themselves, to the left of you as you come out of the tunnel.

Waiting on WhoIam; No map for this battle; It's too chaotic and is too complex. Just tell me where you're going etc and I'll make it work. Combat is bog standard, tho keep in mind things like bull rush ETC.

Tyrael, you might want to correct the Damage for you armanent attack, it should be 3d6.


I thought we arranged that Armament counted as a psi-like ability, so I took Point Blank Shot, Psionic Shot (+2d6 to damage), Psionic Endowment (+1 to DC to resist effects, which I assumed to apply to stuff like Bull Rush), Greater Psionic Endowment (+1 to DC again), and Power Specialization (+2 damage) as well as Empower Psi-Like Ability (+50% damage IIRC).