[3.5] Starting a Blue Dawn (G2)

[Cardea]

GROUP TWO
{table]Dorizzit | William Delnas (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=227217)
Lix Lorn | Emily Crest (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=226218)
Ragnarok'n'Roll | Winston the Green Sage (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=226455)
Wearwhale | Nathan Wall (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=219854)
The Tygre | Josef Hedea (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=241718)[/table]

The roosters begin their morning call as the sun rises up over the horizon. Farmers look on the sunrise, counting it as their second hour up, and continue their diligent work to keep thousands fed and supplied. Artisans who have spent the night thinking and pondering and working are falling asleep, and those who had their night of fulfillment early, are starting to wake up. Blacksmiths stoke their fires, Potters make their molds, Painters set up their next piece. Librarians finish their tea, Parents wake up to look at their children, and the Town Guard switches shifts.

It is morning in Baelnosh, and what a fine morning it is.

OOC
What are your characters doing?

OOC (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=162136)

DM NOTE: You will roll inside the IC. You will put it in a Spoiler, so we avoid longer pages.

[VinGoodman]

Herenyonnen wakes to the sun and the fresh air, and the slight irritation itching for his attention remains. It has been there to greet him each and every morning these past few days. And, frankly, it has been quite irritating to Hereny, almost to the point where he just might do something about it.

Alas, that desire to act falls short, and Herenyonnen sighs as he wakes and begins his morning routine. He attempts to enter into meditation, and almost surprised himself that he was able to enter the prayerful state so immediately.

Prayer completed, he seeks out his mentor, who simply waves him off and tells him he's free until evening, when he is to return for a lesson.

"But, master...nevermind."

With a sigh, he gears up and grabs a bit of change, and heads to the market, looking for a bit of diversion to help him pass the day.

[Dorizzit]

William Delnas

As the bright pre-dawn light breaking through his uncovered window falls upon William Delnas' face, he awakes with a soft moan. Clumsily, he brings up one hand up to shield his still closed eyes from the light. As he regains more consciousness, it fully dawns on him that it is sunrise and snaps awake, bolting upright and looking out the window. He breathes a sigh of relief as he realizes the sun hasn't fully risen, then sweeps the covers from his body and stands, stretching hurriedly.

He then does a rather unusual thing. Without bothering to dress, William strides over to his window and quietly shoves it open, then leans out. Twisting around, he grabs the outside wall above his window and seemingly without effort pulls himself up and out. He quickly ascends the side of his family's manor. When he reaches the top, William hauls himself over the side and sits back against the sloped roof. He continues to watch until the sun has fully broken the horizon, as he has done for the past few days.

Damn, another strange sunrise. What's going on?

Perplexed, the young noble descends back to his room just as easily. Pulling himself back inside and putting the continued oddities of the dawns out of his mind, William quickly dresses, checking himself in the mirror to ensure his personal appearance is up to his high standards, then steps through his door and out into the morning. Heading downstairs, he eats breakfast quickly, most of the house still in the throws of sleep. When he finishes he soon departs; last night his father had promised a firm tongue-lashing over William's most recent escapade (this one involving the honor of a young lady, a rather stuck up lad from a prominent noble house, an unkind exchange of words, rotten eggs, and a rather suspect duel), and William is in no hurry to receive it. Once he is a fair distance from the family manor, William slows and contemplates the coming day.

Well. What do I want to do now?

[Ragnarok'n'Roll]

Winston


Being a farmer for most of his life, Winston woke up before the sunrise and was unable to sleep any more. Old habits died hard.


He shoke the cobwebs from his head and was half finished his 'breakfast' as the light came up. Breakfast consisted of leftovers from the night before- the inn's cook was never up this early.

Winston had sold the family farmland and moved into the inn after his parents were killed recently. Their loss still weighted on him.


"Winston!" A loud voice in his head called out. He dropped the mutton he was chewing on, startled by the sudden distraction.

Winston groaned loudly. The voices in his head were a boon at times but were also a curse. The voices never answered his direct questions. Where they came from or how they knew his name was a complete mystery to him.


The voices dronned on, occasinally fading out or being interrupted by other voices- all in different languages - some unknown to Winston.


One insistant and urgent voice rose to the top of the ding and clutter in his mind and spoke to him clearly in Elven. Why the voices wanted Winston to know the average rainfall for the last thirty years in an Elvish forest two continents away, he couldn't be sure.

"Madness.." Winston muttered, not for the first time this week. "No rhyme or reason to it."

"Beware the evil death!" A voice shouted out in his head in draconic.

"Umm yup, gotta watch out for the 'evil death'..will do....thanks!" Winston muttered flippantly as he rolled his eyes at the incredibly vague advice.

It was going to be a long day.

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Winston packed up his gear for the day to visit the local library. They had several ancient records regarding magic items of power that were used against dragons. A great green Wyrm had killed his family, that debt would be repaid one day.


He crossed through the busy marketplace on his way, keeping one eye out for anything worth buying and the other eye on his pockets.

[Werewhale]

Nathan Wall

Nathan had been instilled with a great amount of discipline, even to the point that his sleeping position was heavily regulated, designed for maximum recuperation and easiest transfer from waking state to sleep and back again, ensuring a productive, attentive day and restful night.

Therefore, Nathan was very confused and somewhat afraid when he woke up on his stomach with his head hanging half over the edge of the bed, a wet trail of drool making its way to the floor and his brain feeling too big for his skull.

"Urgh" he articulated as he perused through his recent memory in an attempt to solve this mystery, and found his account of last night abnormally fuzzy. For all the discipline his masters had taught him and he diligently mastered, they had never briefed him on the dangers of alcohol, except one single time when his tutor told him "Don't. Just don't." He had arrived in Baelnosh yesterday evening, minutes before the gates closed for the night, and sought out an inn to stay in. There he had been approached by a gregarious dwarf who insisted that he drink with him. Out of politeness, he had acquiesced, and then events get progressively more fuzzy. Images of wrestling dwarves, a tap-dancing goat and a burly man who smiled too much and kept feeling up his arms flashed through his mind.

Nathan made a mental note to stay away from anything alcoholic, silently taking pride in having learned his lesson. With more difficulty than he anticipated, he lifted himself off the bed and wobbled to his feet. A peek out the window revealed that the sun was just barely rising above the horizon. He must have fallen asleep early despite the drink, or maybe because of it? After his morning routine, consisting of a short period of meditation and a shave(the latter being a necessity he was very proud of), he ventured down to break his fast, catching a glimpse of someone that tickled his memory exiting the door just as he descended the stairs to the common room.

As he finished his lackluster meal, he was about to ask the innkeeper where he should go next, but when he looked up, he spotted the overly-friendly man from last night descending the stairs. Nathan quickly decided that it was in his interest to go out and explore the city for himself, grabbed his pack, left his payment and inconspicuously fled the inn.

Out in the streets, he wanders along, taking in the sights, marveling at the city, having never seen one before.

[Lix Lorn]

Emily Crest
Emily awoke in a rather comfortable bed, in the inn known as the Sleeping Dragon.
In all honesty, this town was starting to bore her. She hadn't found anything interesting to do, no skilled masters she could bother until they'd teach her something, and no interesting mysteries to spend her time failing to unravel.

Nonetheless, she'd better get up. With a sigh, she did just that, rolling out of the bed, getting dressed and gathering her things together. She looked out the window for a moment at the rising sun.

She paused in thought, and then shook the idea from her head. The sun was the sun was the sun was the sun. It didn't change, it didn't 'go wrong' and she wasn't going to worry about it.

She practically ran down the stairs for breakfast, enjoying a simple but rather delicious meal-She'd chosen this place primarily for the comfort of the beds and the quality of the food, not to mention a name involving dragons. She bade the patron farewell, saying she'd see him later. She still had about a week's stay paid for.

She left the inn, looking left or right, finally confronted with the question she'd been trying to avoid.
What in the name of the gods was she going to do today?

[Cardea]

Dorzzit
You walk on the High Palace grounds, silently taking note of everyone who looks at you with disbelief and admiration. You are William Delnas, a rightful Demon in his own right, without listening to any of the... rumors. And you are damn proud of it. Which you don't pay any mind. Your family? Demon Summoners? Hah! You're just better with your mind and your tongue. But... still... there were rumors. Maybe some searching in you the Libraries of the High Palace would provide some clue or hint as to the validation to these rumors.

The grounds are the same like any other day. Polished stone tiles, with a high rising pillar occupying four panels every eighteen. They grid out the High Palace area, which is precisely thirty-seven of these measurements long. They were large and spacious and contained every Noble and member of Royalty inside. It was a boundary. A boundary which constantly challenged you to break or lash out, but still retain your noble appearance. It was a challenge, a constant one, but what's life without a little challenge?

But you wander around the grounds, taking in as usual, the smells and sights and sounds of Baelnosh from this vantage point. Roasted bread from the Dragon Inn, which was better than the High Palace Royal Baker's, though no one really wanted to admit it out of pride. The smell of roasted meats that somehow made it to the High Palace edge from the Marketplace stew pots. The looks of the common girls, who were on par with the Noble Women you took part of. The street fights you could to take part in, but almost never did. Your city. Your town. Your life. Your Baelnosh.

What else could you ask for?

VinGoodman
You travel in between the guarding walls of the city, where the marketplace is located. It is abundant with overjoyed faces of little folk; the Halflings. Caravans of different hued-clothes have innumerable merchants squawking and harking and screaming that their wares are the best. Their wares are the cheapest. Their wares might be over-priced, but you get what you pay for. As you walk past, you can see little pickpockets darting back and forth behind you. You're a newcomer, and a strange one. They do not approach you, as you notice them whenever they come too close.

As you travel along, you see a small theater troupe performing some act of tragedy, a puppet-show for kids and even a performing dog. This is the Halfling tier of the Caravans in the walls; what else would you expect? You know this to be the usual for this time of the month, when the Halflings are making their last visit to Baelnosh for an entire month before traveling to the Sand Lands of the West, the Mystic Palaces of the East or even the Highlands of the North. Their wares are what they cannot sell in the other locations, but what they can sell easiest in your home. Your town. Your Baelnosh.

Ragnarok'n'Roll
The marketplace! The wonders! The deals! The bustling growth and life blood of Baelnosh! What items you can buy, what food you could take delight in, what objects of pleasure you could own! If you, of course, have the coin for it. All around you, smoke from meats arise and the spices from them change the air to something exotic and foreign. Small people... Halflings... yell out to you, claiming these britches would go well with your eyes, these rings would go with your skin, these items will cure your sickness or these herbs will make anyone fall for you.

You notice some smaller people, kids by the looks of it, eying you from a distance. When you notice them, they realize you're aware of their presence, and scatter, only to reform again to watch the Green Man. You can hardly blame them: You're out of the ordinary, even for a town like Baelnosh. Perhaps they hadn't seen the Dragon Man who had taken residence earlier this month? No matter. They didn't try and take your gold, and thus they were just having a fun time following the Green Man.

OOC for You
Try and avoid from making multiple paragraphs consisting of one or two sentences. It looks better if you have one or two paragraphs that have more lines, and it saves us from longer and longer pages. It'll also look cleaner.

Werewhale
Read First
You may switch this up as you wish, to see which ones you go to last. It will affect how you play into the story. You must say in this thread which one you go to first, which one second and which one last.

Artisan Section
You had heard of the wonders of Baelnosh, on how its people were some of the finest Artisans that money could buy but... this broke your interpretation. As you walk into this section of the city, you see children making dirt drawings using sticks and colored water, turning the ground into muddy art in mere minutes, before sweeping it all up to start a new one. They're playing a game, you realize, and what a game it is; to make art at the drop of a hat over and over, and at such a young age. Old men who have lost half their sight make vases you had not seen in your previous travels. On them, birds of prey made of fire encircle suns and beasts of burden carry off the heavenly bodies. And are sold by the dozen. Young men with nothing but a dull carving tool and a hammer make life-size stone ballerinas in walls, later to be sold to the High Palace Nobles for their home decor. And this is in your first ten minutes!

Workers Section
The monks who had imprinted some discipline into you are on par with the men you see training here. Men, in their late teens, move in battle formations faster than any normal 'Guard' you have seen. Men, now old and tired, move with such force in their blows as to knock grown Men off of their feat in two hits: Which you only know because they move as fast as they hurt, so only one single strike is seen. You see Town Guards, sleeping before taking on another ten hour shift and you see the Town Army, sitting and playing games to calm their nerves; cards, dice, chess, etc.. Who could challenge these men in combat, and hope to win?

High Palace
Now you see where most of the Art of Baelnosh goes to. High rising pillars seem to touch the sky, all the while showing family lineage. The stone tiles are engraved with networks of knot designs, weaving and unweaving and going in any direction they so choose. Noble Houses are spread out into semi-circle groups, five to a group, around the grounds. And in the middle rests the High Palace. It looks of gold, even though they say it is merely polished stone, and the roof looks like it is made of jade, though it said to be wood. People, dressed in finery you have seen only badly reproduced in plays you have seen earlier in your life, move diligently and hurriedly form building to building to group to group, talking, squawking, hawking and laughing with each other. Nobody seems to pay you any mind.

Lix Lorn
As you look left, you can see the Marketplace edge, and can hear the sound of plays, children, merchants and market-goers arguing, yelling, laughing and performing. Smells drift to you that make your mouth water. Was that some kind of spice? Maybe it was a kind of Lamb. Was that a vegetable or some kind of magic? It smelled better than any oil or flower you have smelled before. And it's the marketplace; there'd be clothes there too.

As you look right, you can see a street brawl breaking out. Two men are punching each other, but they look like young men, not yet out of schooling. You can, however, see weapons on them. But what are the chances they'd break them out?

Everyone
Aside from VinGoodman and Dorizzit, and this is only because they might know each other as Nobles, none of your characters know each other.

[Lix Lorn]

Emily Crest
Emily spent a few moment wondering what to do. She could go investigae the market, or do the good thing and try to break up the fight.

She yawned. It was too early for this. She decided to split the difference, and watch the fight to make sure it didn't get out of hand.

[Werewhale]

Nathan Wall

The young monk's face was a mask of glowing awe as he made his journey through the city. Everything seemed magically opulent to his eyes as he wandered through the city, following the crowd, his gut or curiosity, whichever struck his fancy at the time. And he wondered about his fate in the city.

He soon found himself in the Artisan Section and entertained himself by watching the artwork of the children in the mud, ever changing, moving almost like a lifeform. Was there some deep wisdom hidden behind the mud-drawing games? Or did his Path lie in taking up one of the crafts he saw practised around him? Delaying judgement until he had more information, Nathan continued his journey.

The Workers Section held a different lesson. Nathan had come to believe he was some sort of prodigy in the martial arts. No true master, but very skilled for his age. Now he saw the numerous guards and militiamen displaying strength, agility and skill on par with himself, and was humbled. He realized how arrogant he had been, and silently chastised himself. But now he was wiser, and that comforted him. He moved on, for it was not in the field of martial arts where his masters expected him to find his final education.

Finally, Nathan arrived at the High Palace section, and was blown away by the wealth of art and finery displayed before him. He felt as if he had wandered into a tall tale, such as he would normally scoff at for its exaggeration. But here he was, and so were the nobles, in their silk and jewelry, ignoring the young pilgrim. Nathan made his way to stand in front of the Palace itself and gazed upon its splendor. He felt both diminished and encouraged at the same time, humbled by the majesty of the building yet proud that he had been here to see it. Maybe one day, he wondered, he would be invited to walk those halls?

[VinGoodman]

Herenyonnen takes in the sight, and finds himself amused by the likely pickpockets roaming about. It's a good thing he came with but pocket change this day. He takes a look at the various wares available. Their wares appear likely to be what they cannot sell in the other locations, but what they can sell easiest in Hereny's home. Hereny's town. Hereny's Baelnosh.

The thought jolts Herenyonnen. When did Baelnosh become his home? The transition was so subtle, he has no collection of when he stopped feeling like a visitor, and became a local.

Hereny decides this is a good day. His mind is active and thinking. Hopefully it'll lead somewhere. It has to. Eventually. Herenyonnen lets his mind roam as he continues his visit in the market.

[Dorizzit]

William Delnas

William taps his chin as he walks, looking around at the familiar architecture of the noble compound. Smiling slightly, he reaches into his pocket and withdraws a coin from his pocket. Flipping the golden disk around in his fingers, he slides it into place on top of his thumb, then ducks out of sight looks around furtively.

Alright. Heads, I stay here, tails I head into the city proper.

Casting one more careful look around to ensure that he isn't being observed, William flips the coin into the air, then jabs one finger out and blasts it with a thin line of Eldritch energy. He smiles in a self-satisfied way as the ray connects, launching the coin far away. He strides unhurriedly to the mangled gold that remains, then plucks it from the ground. He examines it closely, squinting at the melted sides.

Looks like tails. I think.

Ever since he had first developed his new powers, William has been sneaking out less often. It used to be an exciting proposition; while he wasn't confined to the quarters of the nobles, it often reflected badly on his family if he was seen leaving, due to his...colorful reputation. Now, a combination of his ability to turn invisible and effortlessly scale sheer surfaces, it was pathetically easy to get out unseen. In fact, in the time it had taken to ponder this change of circumstance, William was already out and in the streets of the city. Returning himself to visibility in an empty alley, William strides out into the streets and thinks for a second.

Hm. I think I'll head to the market. I can always find interesting things there.

Having learned from experience, William keeps his hand on the money pouch in his coat pocket as he makes his way to the central market of Baelnosh.

[Greensleeve]

OOC:

Hiya. Sorry I haven't posted or responded for a week, but I've been in Paris without internet access. I should've notified Cardea and all of you before going, but it slipped my mind with the pre-trip stress involved with packing, planning etc. and I apologise.

Waking to the absolute silence of pre-dawn unnerved Zerrod deeply.

Damn... If this keeps up I'll have to see what I can find out about it. If it makes me this uneasy, I don't even want to thing of the discomfort it must cause to all the beautiful ladies in Baelnosh.

Slipping out of bed and into his waiting slippers and gown, he descended from his room and into the dining room. His parents weren't there, but that was nothing unusual. Lurhan and Leryia enjoyed sleeping in, especially if they had no particular appointments before noon. Ringing the servants bell as he sat down, Zerrod was attended by a servant just seconds after having made himself comfortable.

"Shall we serve you breakfast, young master?" an elderly servant named Jeston who, from what Zerrod understood, had been with them for a generation.

"Yes, and bring some coffee and a book on Baelnoshian history while you're at it," Zerrod replied.

"Certainly, m'lord."

After just a few moments, a full breakfast was but on the table and Zerrod smiled. Father does have a skilled chef.
Having finished breakfast and found nothing of use in the history book, Zerrod climbed the stairs to the second floor and his room. Before dressing himself, he picked up a piece of chalk and drew an intricate seal on the floor and called out for the entity known as Paimon. After bargaining with it, they struck a pact that gave Zerrod powers beyond most mortal men. This particular pact was a very advantageous one to Zerrod and Paimon agreed to his every demand. As soon as he could feel Paimon's power in his veins, he could also feel the left side of his mouth drooping. With a small act of will, he suppressed the sign of Paimon's presence and started getting dressed.

Ten minutes later, Zerrod was walking down the streets of Baelnosh, heading towards the market, dressed in some very expensive and finely cut clothes of the latest fashion, out-swaggering pretty much every noble he passed. Entering the market, Zerrod took a deep breath and mumbled to himself: "'Tis a fine day in dear Baelnosh."


Binding check:
[roll0]. DC=20.

[Ragnarok'n'Roll]

Winston

Winston looked up and down the marketplace, enjoying the sights and sounds. Occasionally a voice inside his head would offer some insight:

"Those britches actually would go good with your eyes....Those rings are obviously crude fakes...Those herbs will actually give someone incredible diarrea, not make anyone fall in love. Those in retrospect one might not be able to tell the difference..."
The voice prattled on.

Winston shakes his head in disapproval at both the offers and at the voice in his head. Nothing seemed to be striking his fancy today. He bought a small loaf of bread to snack on as he walked. He continued on his journey to the library, ripping off a piece and chewing it absently as he went.

"This is better than farming." He said to himself. He hurried his step as the library was just around the corner. What secrets he would unveil today.

[VinGoodman]

ooc Traveling for the week. Posting erratic.

[Cardea]

Wearwhale
[Roll a spot check.]
[Roll a listen check.]
[Roll any knowledge skill you have.]

Dorizzit
You traverse the Marketplace and walk its streets, smells and sounds reaching your nose and ears, merchants assaulting your eyes with clothes that may or may not be silk, claiming its magic or from far off lands. It is neither. You know for a fact that its just what needs to be sold. It's all the same, it's all under your watch. As you meander the marketplace, you find yourself drifting into the theater area. While it isn't as glorious or as grand as the Royal Ampitheatre, the shows here are well performed, or at least performed with enthusiasm. Puppet shows, small children shows and the occasional book show. As you walk, you find yourself irresistibly drawn to one play in the area; "The King in Yellow."

Lix Lorn
[Make a listen check.]
The young men's fighting begins to increase. One of them coughs up a few droplets of blood after being punched in the jaw, but their weapons are still sheathed.

Ragnarok'N'Roll
You approach the building, and know it's name is the Library of Hindruil, forged by some of the first Dwarves to inhabit the city of Baelnosh. There are, to date, and according to the Mage who owns and runs it, 17,380,110 books to date, with more than half of them being either Magic-Wrought, Forbidden or Teaching Magic itself. They are kept in the stacks behind the Librarian's office, and only those who can shape magic can both see and enter through the gateway.

On the outside, there are images of hundreds of unraveled scrolls, complete with engraved runes, all around the walls. On each corner there stands a pillar, and at the top of each floats a stone elemental symbol. One for air, one for fire, one for water and one for earth. It is unknown what powers each half-ton block of stone, or if the engraved writings of the scrolls are magic or not. None have been detected, but rumors are rumors...

Scholars go in and out of the building, along with tourists and High Mages and even a Dragon-looking man, who looks like he's employed here. Inside, at the front, is a help desk, and after that are a few dozen rows of tables where scholars study, and then the columns and rows of books.

Greensleeve
[Roll a listen check.]
[Roll a spot check.]
The marketplace assaults you. Spices and herbs and meats and vegetables not normally seen inside the Noble Class, wares not seen in the Artisan Quarter, or even weapons forged using some new method of forging. Such were the wonders held by the Marketplace. At least, on the surface. You know that what they hold now is merely what they can't sell in the lands to the East, and that they move out in the next month or so, so everything must be sold. They will tell you sweet nothings like a cheap lover in exchange for you taking their junk. But sometimes? But sometimes there were true beauties in the Marketplace. And that is the main reason you went, some days.

VinGoodman
You know these markets. You know these wares. You know these Halfling Caravans, where they'll sell next, and why they sell what they sell. You know they'll head East, then North, back to Baelnosh, south, west and then finally back to Baelnosh, forming a very, very large eight. You know the pick pockets who trail around anyone, such as yourself, wearing anything that isn't worn for durability of aesthetics. You know these marketplaces.

As you walk around, you find yourself walking in the performing district of the Marketplace. There, smaller shows than the one in the Grand Amphitheater are shown. Puppet shows, kid shows and.... a play which, for some reason, catches your attention above all others. On a sign nearby, you can see the title of the play; "The King in Yellow."

[Werewhale]

RollsSpot: [roll0]
Listen: [roll1]
No Knowledge skills, but here's an INT check, just in case: [roll2]

[Dorizzit]

William Delnas

William stretches lazily and looks around. Another busy day at the market. A place where even a noble dressed as such can disappear and remain unnoticed, usually. He soaks up the sounds and smells, but gently brushes off any attempts to sell things to him. He chuckles quietly after he is offered fake "magic" by one of the merchants, his own innate abilities allowing him to determine the truth of these claims. There is almost always none.

On a whim, William heads over to the theater area, as he finds the enthusiasm if not skill of the actors to be charming. Passing over several puppet shows (Calling a show "Poppy Street?" They were really getting desperate), William finally settles on a play called the King In Yellow, something about the play attracting him to it. He doesn't sit, but instead elects to stand towards the back of the seating area, leaning against a handy wall.

[Lix Lorn]

Emily
Emily hesitated. It looked like it was getting bad, but...
She compromised by stepping a little closer.

[roll0]

[Ragnarok'n'Roll]

Winston

Walking through the library, Winston marveled at it's granduer. He had heard stories of course but they didn't do the library justice. To think he grew up a mere two dozen miles away and never set foot into this magnificiant building till he was an adult.

"Mother wasn't exagerating " he mumbled to himself.

Winston approaches the front help desk, taking care to walk quietly and look respectful. "Excuse me, " he says in a whisper "I'm looking for any reference matieral related to ....disposing of dragons. Is there anywhere I should check first?"

[VinGoodman]

Herenyonnen

The King in Yellow. Hmm. Hereny watches the play, wondering as he watches what it is about this play that draws him in. He turns from the play for a moment to look up, and assures himself there's plenty of day left before he needs to return for his lessons this evening. He returns his attention to the play...

[Greensleeve]

Rolls:

Listen: [roll0]
Spot: [roll1]

[Cardea]

Greensleeve + Dorizzit
[Make Spot Checks.]

VinGoodman + Dorizzit
The play moves on, and while you only came late in the show, you're almost instantly enthralled by the performance. Something about it just... draws you in. The performers seem better than usual or the audience seems into it or the set just looks so much better... you know that they are performing a part of the play called 'Cassilda's Song'.


Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink beneath the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa.
Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.
Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa.
Song of my soul, my voice is dead;
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa.

[Make a Will Save.]

Ragnarok'N'Roll
As you inquiry about a book on Dragon Slaying, a Draconic-featured Man looks at you, while moving large stacks of books. "Why do you need a book on 'disposing of dragons', huh?" He sounds annoyed, but as he talks, you can... 'feel', an aura around him. It doesn't feel hostile or bad or good... it just... feels heavy. Like there's something powerful about him. A man behind the desk shoots him a sharp glance, and the Dragon-Man stalks away. The man at the desk looks at you: "Ah, don't mind him none. He just be a little on edge after his rituals, ja. The books you lookin' for be in the far back section, next to Kids."

Lix Lorn
As you step closer to the Young Men who are brawling, they turn towards you, and smile apologetically. One of them stands apart from the rest of them, hands raised with palms towards you, "Hello there, Ma'am. It's uhm... there's the Marketplace down the street, don't you think you should go there, instead? We're just... you know, 'Being young men', right guys?" At this he turns to his 'friends', the one he was fighting with nodding shakily.

Werewhale
[Make another Listen Check.]
[Make another Spot Check.]
The Nobles that are in large circles start to take notice of you. Some of them look at you, and begin to mock you. They make charades of flying, or breathing fire, or flying with bigger wings. Some of them, however, look at you with intrigue... one of them in particular, a very young lady, whose eyes, you notice, are reptillian.

[Lix Lorn]

Emily
She gave a half nod.
"Riiiight." she said. "I was worried one of you would kill the other, you see, but as you're just being young men," she added, dripping with amused sarcasm. "I'd best leave you alone to fight."

She rolled her eyes as she turned, starting off towards the marketplace.

[Dorizzit]

William Delnas

William grows totally still against the wall he is leaning against, enthralled by the play. It's not that its particularly well acted, but there's something about it that just...draws him in. The same thing that first lead him to watch it in the first place. It has an almost...magical quality.

Then, William's supernatural senses scream a warning at him, snapping him into awareness of an insidious mental assault coming from the play itself. His eyes widen and he grits his teeth as he tries to resist, perhaps too late. One hand flies up to clutch his forehead as he feels himself start to fully succumb.

W-what the hell!? No...I won't let this...thing...beat me...


Will Save: [roll0]

[Werewhale]

Nathan Wall

Nathan notices the nobles gesturing at him. He understands that they are mocking him, but is intrigued as to how their impressions of flying can pertain to him. Nathan is far from being proud enough to be insulted or otherwise negatively affected by their demeanor and is more confused and curious than humiliated. He answers their gestures with an uneasy smile and looks around for any clue to help him understand them, paying extra attention on the reptilian-eyed lady.

RollsSpot: [roll0]
Listen: [roll1]

[Ragnarok'n'Roll]

Winston

Winston says to the departing dragon-man, "Not every dragon is as nice as you..." he says with a smile. A voice in his mind calls to Winston. "You better mind that one." Winston bows slightly in thanks to the librarian and proceeds to the 'Kids' section to search out the book.

"Hmm maybe I'm wasting my time. I'm just glad it's not in the kids section..." Winston thinks to himself.

[VinGoodman]

ooc Will Save [roll0]

"Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed..." Hereny echoes the words to himself as he watches on.

[Greensleeve]

Rolls:

Spot: [roll0]

Nice roll...

[Cardea]

Lix Lorn (If you're able to)
[Roll a Listen Check]
[Read one of the descriptions of Market Place to get an idea for it.]

Wearwhale
The Draconic lady, as you term her, looks scathingly at her friends, hushing them. She approaches you, and as you can tell, she's around the age where young women should marry. She looks up at you, her reptilian eyes unblinking. Her head is around your shoulder in height.

In your side vision, you see something else that... disturbs you. Its form is massive, its color a dark blue, and is moving to the city. You can make out a few banners, tall and purple in hue, on it a half circle with lines coming from it.

Dorizzit
Your vision ruptures, and your mind falters, as you see the world around you stop. The color fades from it as well. You can hear deep footsteps approaching you, heavy and many. You hear bells, like from a church. And you can hear... slow strings playing, heavy and low in tone and sound, but still audible. You look up towards the stage, and you see... and you can hardly believe it... an entity you know, mentally and spiritually and deep down in you core as... The King in Yellow. He steps short of you, and kneels down to look at you at eye level. He dresses in dirty golden robes, his neck adorned with holy... or unholy... religious symbols. A hood shadows his face, and a crown is on top of his head. His voice comes out slow and deliberate, and grating. "William Delnas. Answer me, boy."

VinGoodman
The world around you slows down. The color fades and the sounds quiet and eventually it stops. From the stage, you hear footsteps, accompanied by bells and strings. The footsteps are slow and deliberate, and you can hear they're approaching you. But in an instant, the world is back as it should be. The show continues on.

Greensleeve
[Don't worry. They are accumulative.]
You see a man you can barely recognize, kneeling on the ground. As you approach him, you realize three things. One, he is shaking visibly, and he looks like he's under a great amount of stress. Two, he isn't focused on anything, like he's in a trance. And third, and perhaps most of all, you recognize him as a fellow Noble; William Delnas.

Ragnarok'n'Roll
As you approach the back of the library, you find yourself looking at what looks to be more of an exhibit than a section of a treasury of books. On one stand is the skull of a wyrmling, on another is the claw of a Great Wyrm. Portraits of Black Flights in formation soaring through the air, green dragons hunting, silver dragons scouting through the arctic. And inbetween all of these curiosities, you find books of all subjects you could think of, and more, about dragons.

Everyone except Dorizzit
[Make a Listen Check]

Everyone
Lix Lorn will be on Holiday until next week. I will be NPCing her character.

[Ragnarok'n'Roll]

Winston

Winston is taken aback by the depth and size of the displays in front of him. "I think if I was a kid, I'd have hung out here rather than the kids section" he says to himself. Winston immediately grabs the first book he sees, too overwhelmed choose methodically. He flips through the book quickly amazed at the volume of information.

"I could spend a life time just reading these shelves alone.." he thinks to himself. A sudden sadness creeps over Winston as he realizes that it may just take that long.


OOC:
Listen [roll0]

[Dorizzit]

William Delnas

William is extremely disturbed by this turn of events, his eyes widening and his mouth opening ever so slightly in shock as the King In Yellow manifests and approaches him. He tries to back away, but succeeds only in pushing himself further against the wall. As the King kneels down next to him, he sets himself and tries his best to regain his composure. His response is his best attempt at his usual flippant wit, under the circumstances.

"What's my motivation?"

[VinGoodman]

ooc Listen [roll0]
Herenyonnen shakes his head. What was that? He looks about him in confusion, wondering if it was simply magic to enhance the play, or something more. As his attention returns to the stage, he sees the show continuing on. He finds his attention split between the play and the crowd around him. Am I the only one to have sensed it?

[Lix Lorn]

I'm here enough to see what's happening, but I can't really RP. Friday Night.

[Werewhale]

Nathan Wall

Nathan watches the Draconic lady approach him with some apprehensiveness. Her inhuman eyes unsettled him, as he had never seen anything like them. His stay in this city was quickly turning surreal. On the other hand, she might have some answers as to the mockery...

"Hello there!" he greets the strange woman, managing a benign smile. "You wouldn't know what- that is?" Suddenly, Nathan forgets all about the nobles as he sees something huge and imminent in his peripheral vision and whips his head around for a better look.

Rolls[roll0]

[Greensleeve]

Zerrod D'anir

Seeing the kneeling noble, Zerrod feels himself getting irritated. Nobles shouldn't kneel when protocol doesn't demand it. What might the commoners think?
Where do I recognise this man? A Delnor maybe? No... A Delnas! William I think. Wasn't he involved in a scandal concerning a young woman at court? I do believe I remember something about a duel...

Approaching the man, Zerrod puts a hand on William's shoulder.
"William? William Delnas?"

[Cardea]

Greensleeve
Your vision warps, color fades as does the flow of time. Things around you begin to slow, until they stop. The only thing that still has color or is moving, that you see, is Delnas, who is no longer kneeling on the ground, but instead backed up against the wall. He looks panicked, but if memory serves you right he's smooth-talking still. However, you find your hand is still on a figure. Old stained golden robes, with a head that is covered by a hood, casting a dark shadow over his face. And on top, a crown. "Right on. Time."

Dorizzit
He looks at you, at least you think... know.. he is. "Your motivation. That so. Boy? Your motivation. You're going. To play. The hero. And you. Are going. To play. Messenger for. Me." He laughs, slow and sickening, beneath the hood. He does not cough, but you can tell there's some degree of... wheezing. His presence magnifies, until it's almost... stifling. "The Blue. Dawn is. Coming, boy. And you. Are going. To help. Kill them. All." He laughs deeper. Heartier. "And your. Message is. Already sent. Three. Two."

Beside him, a man suddenly appears, in color and in motion. You... you recognize him. He's Zerrod d'Anir. The King in Yellow turns his head to him, and laughs. "Right on. Time."

Werewhale
The young woman turns her gaze from you, out to the mass, and the color fades from her face. "No... they... they said it was a joke by the town guard..." With this, she darts away, running after her friends who were mocking her earlier.

Ragnarok'N'Roll
Your ears thrum. You hear drums beating in unison and you can hear cries that scream for blood. You hear footsteps, millions, marching with all variety of shapes and weight, in unison. And you can hear small cries in the distance, closer than the drums and the footsteps, that are in horror, not blood. You hear an Army approaching.

Everyone but Dorizzit + Greensleeve
The sky darkens rapidly, light evaporating and going away as darkness quickly overcomes everything you see, starting with the sky. In the darkness, you hear a loud call, a monster's voice, throaty and ancient: "Today is the day of the Blue Dawn, City of Baelnosh. For Cinvil'da commands it." The sky above you turns to light, and on the horizon you see, you see the Sun rising again, but... it's sunrise is wrong. It is not the same warmth. It is not gold or orange or yellow. It is a sickly pink, purple and blue and it is rising up as if it were dawn once again.

[Greensleeve]

Zerrod D'anir

For the first time since Zerrod first summoned a vestige, he is shocked speechless.

"What?... Who are?... On time?... Why?... You?..."

Steadying himself and taking a few deep breaths, Zerrod finally calms down and is able to get something coherent out of his mouth:

"On time for what?"

[Dorizzit]

William Delnas

William, backed into the wall by the imposing figure of the King in Yellow, looks over at Zerrod. He has, for the most part, regained his composure, using a mask of flippant indifference. He smiles sardonically at the other noble.

"I'd say, based on experience, that you're right on time to hear an ominous and dramatic announcement. That could just be me, though. I'm having a weird day."

[Ragnarok'n'Roll]

Winston

Winston puts the book back on the shelf. "Looks like you are going to have to wait."

Winston runs out of the library towards the sound of the drums. "I hope the guards have assembled, I'm lousy in a straight up fight, but maybe I can help." he thinks to himself.





Has Winston heard of this "Cinvil'da" or heard of this blue dawn effect before?

Appropriate knowledge check: [roll0]

[Werewhale]

Nathan Wall

"What-what-what-who-where-when?" exclaims Nathan as the voice finishes, gripping his staff in a defensive guard, spinning around to face any assailants. Realizing that he is not under immediate attack, he scans the area for any disturbance, paying extra attention to the mysterious lady and her friends.

If he finds none, he will jog off in the direction of the gates, scanning the streets as he runs by for any disturbance.

RollsSpot Check:[roll0]
Listen Check: [roll1]

[Greensleeve]

Zerrod D'anir

Right. There's a reason for why I usually don't socialise with William... His damned, so called, "wit"...

Sighing, Zerrod feels himself starting to come to terms with the situation he's in.

"Well, I dare say my day is fairly strange as well. Now, you, who fancies himself a king, dressed in yellow, answer my question."

[Dorizzit]

William Delnas

William, seeing the expression of contempt on Zerrod's face, turns away. Now he remembers why he didn't hang around Zerrod: he was a prick. William still avoids looking at the king, however, his gaze turning down and to his right, away from Zerrod.

"Yeah, nice to see you too."

[VinGoodman]

Herenyonnen

Hereny closes his eyes and look. Nope, the sun is still there, in that sickly wrong hue. He repeats the process a couple of times, and nothing changes. With a sigh Herenyonnen straightens himself and looks about him for reactions. Someone here must surely know something...

[Cardea]

Greensleeve + Dorizzit

The King in Yellow grabs Zerrod by the head, his palm resting on his forehead. You both see that the hand is nothing but bones underneath a silk glove. A searing sensation fills Zerrod's head, and William can see steam rising from where the hand is gripping his forehead. "I know of you... and your trade... and I know what you are going to do. You are going to bind me, boy, so that I may have a taste of power again."

VinGoodman
[Make a Reflex Save]

Werewhale
[Roll an Intelligence Check]

Ragnarok'N'Roll
You see, as you exit the Library, a pack of... things... heading towards the Marketplace. You would say they look like large hunting dogs, except they're unlike any dog you've ever seen. They are much larger, and they look unnatural in every sense. Their fur is non-existent, and their skin is sickening. It is a translucent blue, and underneath you can see white bolts of energy pulsating inside of them. There are about eight of them, and from the looks of them... they could kill with relative ease.

[No, you do not know anything about Cinvil'da.]

[VinGoodman]

ooc Reflex?! Yikes.

Reflex save: [roll0]

[Ragnarok'n'Roll]

Winston

"Oh my" Winston says to himself. He concentrates for just a moment and mumbles some magical words in Draconic. Fading from view, Winston chases after the dog things and heads towards the marketplace.




Turn invisible
Spell failure - 10 or less = failure [roll0]

[Werewhale]

Nathan Wall

RollsINT check: [roll0]

[Greensleeve]

Zerrod D'anir

Wishes for me to bind him... Hmm... Wait. If he's a vestige, that means we're...!

Realising that this thing is really only a vestige gives Zerrod a confidence boost. This is something he's more used to dealing with. Standing up straighter, Zerrod looks the King in Yellow in the eye and commands:

"If you wish for me to bind you, vestige of a forgotten soul, tell me your name! And send us back, away from this place where no living soul should be!"

[Dorizzit]

William Delnas

As the King in Yellow turns his attention away from him, William uses the opportunity to slip back, shifting along the wall in the direction opposite that of Zerrod. He doesn't try to run, though, because he won't just abandon Zerrod, despite his personal dislike of the man, and because running might not even work in this...wherever they were. Having backed off, he turns to look back at Zerrod and the King. He is shocked momentarily by what he hears.

Zerrod, what have you been getting yourself into...

[Cardea]

Dorizzit + Greensleeve
The King in Yellow laughs again, robes shaking over a form you can't see. To William, the burning sensation intensifies, feeling as if there was real fire present. The hand that holds you fades away. "Foolish boy. I already am bound to you."

Before your eyes, the King of Yellow fades out of view, until it is as if he was not there in the first place. Color resumes to the world around you two, and time seems to... skip ahead. Instead of watching a show, people are running and screaming away. There is a hysteria amongst the crowd, as they run away from something to the right of William, and behind Zerrod.

Werewhale
You zigzag down the streets of Baelnosh, and all around you you hear screams of terror... and a few of blood, crying out in pain. As you run along, you recognize you are getting nearer to the gates. You realize that you are in the Marketplace, or what remains of it. Caravans are broken down, people are fleeing in panic, and screams of battle are coming from what you remember as the Theater area.

Ragnarok'N'Roll
You chase the Hound beings to the Marketplace, and see a young woman cutting them down as you arrive. Three are already dead on the ground, but it looks like the pack you had follow has just arrived, now outnumbering her seven to one. She stands, alone, and is screaming in fury.

VinGoodman
You feel a shove on your head, and fall to the ground, and pass out. When you come to, people are screaming and shouting and running away, and as you get up, several... dogs... rush past you towards a group of similar beings circling a young woman. Dog is the only word you could give these... things, but it is closer to a bear in size, and much more monstrous. Its skin is a transparent blue, and inside it you see white bolts of energy darting around. It looks feral, and very deadly.

[VinGoodman]

"Ooh, my head." Herenyonnen rubs his forehead as he looks about. Seeing the...dogs...pester the woman, he draws his sword and approaches. "Hey, leave the woman alone!" He calls to Heironeous to protect him this battle as he prepares for the possible skirmish.

ooc Protection from Evil, +2 to AC and +2 to Saves

Some rolls I might need:
Knowledge Devotion [roll0] (It's +2 to atk/dmg if Know:Local is applicable and +1 if Know: Nature)
Initiative [roll1]

[Werewhale]

Nathan Wall

"Here we go!" mutters Nathan under his breath and shoots off towards the Theater area. With everything being so confusing, it would be relieving to face something he could beat into submission.

[Dorizzit]

William Delnas

William sighs in relief as the vision fades, allowing himself to relax.

Well, that wasn't fun, now wha...wait. What in the...OH COME ON!

William notices the terror and panic striking the streets. He looks around wildly, trying to pinpoint the source of the commotion, but is only able to determine it's behind Zerrod.

"Zerrod! Behind you!"

As soon as Zerrod looks away, or even if he doesn't, William becomes invisible and then tries to circle around and see what's going on.

[Ragnarok'n'Roll]

Winston

Winston tries to get himself into a postion to use his breath attack on the 'dogs' with out hitting any citizens.

"Too many people" he thinks to himself.

He opens up his mouth and a cone of blistering cold slams into the dog(s).


Move action to position himself to not hit any citizens or other humanoids and try to hit as many dogs as possible.

standard action: Cold breath attack (15 ft cone)

damage : [roll0]
DC: 18

[Lix Lorn]

Uh. Where am I right now? I was away while lots and lots happened.

[Lix Lorn]

"Come on, you little canines." hissed the woman, double bladed sword in one hand. "Bring it!"

[roll0]
Also, entering Lightning Skirmish stance.

[Cardea]

DM Bump.
My creative juices got burned out a little bit, but we're coming back fresh tomorrow. With combat maps, too. And a city map.

I'm keeping this alive.

[Cardea]

For Combat

Name what beast you're attacking by saying what square it is in.
I've rolled initiative. I'll post what happened in what order of Initiative.
Make your actions. I'll post again once everyone has responded.

The Map

http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/CardeaAfton/ITSAMAP.jpg

[Lix Lorn]

Emily gave a cry of anger, and dashed forwards to one of her assailants, spinning her weapon deftly to strike twice.

I move to F8 and two weapon attack the monster above me.
[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]

[VinGoodman]

Herenyonnen

Hereny draws his longsword as he approaches the nearest creature. They seem hostile enough, and he feels the need to gain control of the rhythm of battle, or be swept away by the tide of war. With a measured swing, he attempts to take down the...monstrous doggish creature before him. Heironeous, be with your servant this day.

ooc Stepping up to D7 to face off against the creature at E8.

Attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]

Assuming K:Nature to id the creature. If K:Local, another +1 to atk and dmg.
If flank, +2 to atk roll.

Prot vs Evil in effect. +2 AC, +2 saves vs. evil.

Basic Statblock:

HP 43
AC 19 Touch 14 Flat Footed 14
Longsword +11, 1d8+8, 19-20/x2

[Ragnarok'n'Roll]

Winston positions himself not to his anyone else but the nearest 'dog' to him.

"Die evil things!" he shouts as the cold blast his the dog.



Move to J11


standard action: Cold breath attack (15 ft cone)
only hits dog at I11
Winston turns visible after this attack

damage : (4d6)[10]
DC: 18

[Dorizzit]

William Delnas

Looking around, William finally gets a good look at what exactly is causing the uproar. He is surprised by the appearance of the attacking...creatures, but his hesitation lasts only a second. Sliding into a distinctive pose (http://api.ning.com/files/4YynqEaZ6ste1-*pOw9ZqorguFGWHgiblFC5iybzpAkZHE3Wnrgz6es02LolnzsQ BI4SzSk*y6N7ANxpJMFLSQOZTyXoVdSY/GokuPoweringUpKamehameha.jpg), he forms a glowing sphere of roiling purple energy in his hands. He continues to build up power until the sphere reaches its maximum size, and then thrusts his hands forward and releases a coruscating blast of eldritch energy at the nearest enemy.


William remains stationary and fires an eldritch blast at H8.
Attack Roll: [roll0]
Damage Roll: [roll1]

[Werewhale]

Nathan Wall

Nathan shoots towards the canines, quarterstaff held like a knight's lance aimed right at the heart of the nearest unengaged creature. At the last moment he deflects his weapon and instead slams a rock-hard fist into the creature's throat with a loud shout of "Hi-yah!"

Charging to B9(40/50ft move) and using Stunning Fist on C10.
Attack Roll:[roll0]
Damage Roll:[roll1]

(In case of critical threat, Confirmation Roll:[roll2] and Extra Damage:[roll3])

If hit, DC16 Fortitude save or be stunned for 1 round.

Nathan has AC 18 until next round.

Stunning Fist uses left: 5/6

OOCSorry for tardiness. My phone company decided I did not deserve internets for 10 days.

[Cardea]

Combat Log:

1. Emily runs to the Beast in E8, and finds that her blades find no flesh to cut, as the Beast dodges out of the way of both of her strikes.
2. Winston runs behind a Beast and blasts it with his breath, the Beast caught off guard entirely. Its hit by the cold and staggers, turning its focus now onto Winston.
3. Nathan hits the beast, and can hear a definite crunch as bone fractures somewhere beneath the beasts skin. and before you can find satisfaction in the blow, your entire body feels a shock as electricity courses up your arm and through your body, and sends you flying back. [Five feet. Take 6 damage.]
4. Herenyonnen swings his blade, and his sword connects cleanly with the Beasts flesh, slicing it open. Your body feels a sharp shock as energy jumps from its wound through your sword into your body. A liquid, dark and thick, flows down from the open wound.
5. A blast flies across the area and hits a Beast in its left torso, and it turns to see the attacker: William. He snarls its teeth and charges at him, and lunges, clawing his leg. [Take eight points of damage, and another four for electricity.]
6. A Beast runs after Nathan, and claws him in the arm. [Take four damage, and another two for electricity.]
7. Two Beasts corner up on Winston, and claw at him in succession. They tear at his leg, yowling as they do it. [Take seventeen points of damage, and another eight of electricity.]

Map

http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/CardeaAfton/ITSAMAP-1.jpg

[Lix Lorn]

Emily growled, and paused for an instant to remember the exact methods.

She then unleashed a ferocious barrage of strikes at the creature.
I use Flashing Sun manouevre. -2 to all attacks, but I can add my Cha mod because of insightful strike. Derp. That's damage rolls, not attack rolls. So I probably missed everything. Again. I forgot I had Twin Step. COMPLEEEX.

[roll0]-2
[roll1]-2
[roll2]-2
[roll3]+4
[roll4]+4
[roll5]+4

[Dorizzit]

William Delnas

William Delnas laughs confidently as his flashy attack strikes home against one of the bizarre beasts. He prepares to summon up another surge of profane energy, but wait-why was that monster turning around? Now it's charging. Oh, this is going to suck.

Alright, I can dodge it. I've just got to time this right. Here it comes...closer...closer...closer...nowohmygodwhy.

The electrified animal puts on a sudden burst of speed at the end of its charge and surges forward, clamping its jaws down around William's leg. He gives rather unmanly yelp of pain, but manages to pull away and slam against the wall.

Okay, that didn't work. But I'm not out of tricks yet.

Concentrating, William uses his inner energy to push away the light around him, bending it over his body and turning him invisible.

What now, b****?


Using the Invocation Walk Unseen.

[Werewhale]

Nathan Wall

Nathan was no stranger to pain, but when dealing damage resulted in taking damage, he was worried. He quickly realized that the solution to the dilemma was to inflict as much damage as he could to the enemy in order to minimize the retaliatory shock. Spinning away from the beast that had attacked him, he spun his quarterstaff around for a savage attack against the wounded creature.

"Hai-YAH!"

(5-foot stepping into B-9 and Power Attacking C10, sacrificing 2 AB for +4damage(two-handed weapon))

RollsAttack: [roll0] Damage:[roll1]
In case of Critical Threat, Confirmation Roll:[roll2] Extra Damage:[roll3]

AC is back to 20.
HP: 29/41
SF: 5/6

[Ragnarok'n'Roll]

Winston


"Ouch!" Winston yelps.

He tumbles around to get a better angle on the 'dogs' before attacking again.



Winston tries to tumble to I10 to line up two doggies for his next breath attack.

tumble [roll0] vs DC 15
tumble [roll1] vs DC 17

breath attack hits both dogs at I11 and I13.

Fire Damage [roll2] DC 18 to save

(Winston provokes 1 attack of opportunity)

[Cardea]

1. Emily cuts and flays one of the beasts, rendering its body cold and lifeless, the white sparks of energy slowly starting to dwindle.
2. Winston breaths out a breath of energy, after being sliced by one of the creatures claws. Both beasts are caught in the blast, and only one is still standing, although it looks heavily injured.
3. Nathan's fist hits into the beasts shoulder, and its howl is cut short as it falls to the ground in a slump.
4. Herenyonnen runs to Nathan's side, and cuts into the Beast that stands on the stage. He screams as electricity courses up into his body from his sword.
5. William disappears from view, but the creature looks around suspiciously, and after growling, has its fur stand on end as it shoots bolts of electricity all around it. [Make a reflex save. 14 damage. Save for Half.]
6. The beast on stage bites at Herenyonnen, but misses as he dodges the attack.
7. A beast charges at Winston, and hits him straight in the chest, knocking him back. Its eyes are now glowing, and the white bolts in its body appear to be moving faster. [Take 18 points of damage.]

http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/CardeaAfton/ITSAMAP-2.jpg?t=1284435788

[Lix Lorn]

Emily smirked, pausing for a moment, and then attacking another one as quickly as she could.

On my next turn, I use the Rushing Gale (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?p=7232363#post7232363) manouever to charge the creature at I11. I can then attack once with each of my weapons.
+2 to attack because of charge makes +11.

[roll0]
[roll1]

[roll2]
[roll3]

[Dorizzit]

William Delnas

William jumps in surprise as the beast lashes out with an electrical discharge, but manages to avoid yelping out and giving away his position. He does his best to dodge the electricity, but is still given a nasty shock. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he turns and begins climbing the wall behind him, using his powers to adhere to the surface.


Reflex Save: [roll0]
William begins climbing the wall behind him, until he reaches the end of his movement or the top of the wall.

[Werewhale]

Nathan Wall

Recognizing the elven swordsman as an ally, Nathan gets an idea on how to work with him. Spinning around the stranger, he sends a roundhouse kick at the second beast's throat in order to stun it and allow the elf to finish it off.

Actions5-foot step to A10* and using Stunning Fist on A11.

Attack: [roll0] Damage: [roll1]
In case of Crit Threat, Confirm: [roll2] Damage: [roll3]

If hit, DC16 Fortitude save or be stunned for 1 round.

AC 20
HP: 29/41
SF: 4/6

[Ragnarok'n'Roll]

Winston


Winston takes a step back under the continued onslaught of the dog-things.

"Aaaargh!" he exclaims.

Winston open his mouth and slams the dog-thing again with his breath attack.



Winston attacks the dog-thing at I11 (again)

[roll0]

Hopefully since the dog is getting double teamed it will drop before it kills me :smallsmile:

[Cardea]

1. Emily's blade cuts into the beast, but is knocked backwards from the jolt of electricity that surges into her body. [You are knocked back to F10. Take 23 points of Damage. You are on the ground.]
2. Winston shoots out a breathe of energy, and the beast cringes at the assault. [I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. You got up, then used your weapon.]
3. Nathan's fist misses the beast by a fraction, and before the beast retaliates, Herenyonnen cuts into its neck with his sword.
4. As you climb the wall, the beast's eyes go wild with energy, and it begins to claw at the wall, looking at the area you occupy.
5. The beast, now changed in size, crouches, and lines of energy prick off of it to the ground, creating a small area around it that is alive with lightning.

THE MAP
http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/CardeaAfton/ITSAMAP-3.jpg?t=1284948495

[Werewhale]

Nathan Wall

Nathan nods in acknowledgement at the unfamiliar swordsman as he strikes the beast down, then he looks around. He decides not to brave the beast surrounded by lightning and decides instead to attack the creature clawing the wall after Spiderman the wall-climbing man.

Charging to K3 and Power Attacking L2, sacrificing 4 attack for a bonus 8 to damage.

Attack(+2 Charge -4 Pwr Atk): [roll0] Damage: [roll1]
In case of Crit, Confirm:[roll]1d20+5] Extra Damage: [roll2]

AC 20 18 for one round
HP: 29/41
SF: 4/6

[Ragnarok'n'Roll]

Winston


Winston wasn't sure what was going on with the beast surrounded by lightning but he knew he couldn't afford any more surprises.


"Time to fall back and regroup" he thinks to himself.


Actions:



Winston will try to turn invisible and retreat to I2 for now as he is half dead.

Spell failure for Invisibility 10% and under: [roll0]

[Cardea]

OOC
Lix Lorn and Dorizzit. Please post.
Dorizzit, as Zerrod has been kicked, congratulations! You now have that marking that he had. Have fun with that.
The Tygre, you take Herenyonnen's place on the battle map and for initiative. Get goin'.

[Lix Lorn]

Emily waved her blade in several impressive arcs, gathering energy, and then stopped with a jolt.
She opened her mouth, spitting a blast of fire towards the creature.

AFB. Bug me to add crunch next time I'm on AIM? I stand where I am and initiate Hatchling's Flame

[Dorizzit]

William Delnas

William smiles maliciously at the confounded beast below him, sticking his tongue out somewhat immaturely before doing anything else. He then lifts one hand from the wall, and extends a finger at the warped dog.

"Die."


Attacking the dog directly below William.

[roll0]

[Lix Lorn]

A blast of fire engulfed the creature, only precious seconds for it to dodge.

[roll0]
Reflex Save DC 16. 30ft cone, aimed so that only the creature is within it.

[The Tygre]

Josef raises his holy symbol, a wooden cudgel aloft, and prays, "St. Cuthbert, rock of my faith, shield of my life, send your wrath to slay this vile beast." The wooden cudgel glows, the aura separating and becoming a mace of pure energy. The weapon flies toward the beast Emily is attacking, poised to strike.

OOC
Casting Spiritual Weapon.
To hit: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[Cardea]

1. Emily strikes at the creature, but it dodges with ease, and you can hear it growl, almost... laughing at you.
2. Winston's body disappears from view.
3. Nathan's fist slams in the creature's body, and as energy runs up through his arm from the beast... [Take 5 points of Damage.]
4. A blast goes down from William's hand at the beast, and watches as the body slumps to the ground, motionless.
5. The beast hits Emily in the chest, clawing at her torso. [Take 30 points of damage.]
THE MAP
http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/CardeaAfton/ITSAMAP-4.jpg?t=1286391016

[Dorizzit]

William

His invisibility dispelled by his attack, William smiles smugly, now visible on the wall.

Never stood a chance. Now then, let's see if I can't help out.

Pointing one finger and aiming carefully, he sends a slender beam towards the nearest remaining monster.


Eldritch Blast at the nearest enemy.
Attack Roll: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[Lix Lorn]

Emily is thrown bodily backwards by the attack, and collapses on the floor, unmoving.
I'm on -12. Dead.

[Cardea]

As her body collapses to the ground, you can see the creature howl in pain, as bolts of energy flow from it to Emily. As they stop, it stops howling, and regains its composure. Emily, however, stands back up, a look of anger on her face.

Congratulations! You are now a Dawnfused. I will PM you the changes.
Everyone else, notice a Spot check. If you make a DC 23, you notice her eyes are blue and full of energy.

[The Tygre]

Josef lowers his holy symbol in shock. The girl should be dead, well and truly gone from this mortal coil. And yet here she stands right as rain. Except, something seems strange about her...

Spot: [roll0]+3

The Spiritual Weapon continues attacking.

[Lix Lorn]

For a moment, Emily was furious at the creature.
Then... everything felt... strange.
"What... just happened?" she murmured.

[Ragnarok'n'Roll]

Winston





Spot: [roll0]

[Cardea]

The creature is hit again by both the conjured weapon and the eldritch blast, and falls to the ground in a slump. Its body rots away to nothing but what looks to be an unconscious woman dressed in strange clothing, who holds a very large hooked dagger in one hand, and a dark blue book in the other.

As your adrenaline fades away, you can hear screams and fighting across the city, both outside and inside the walls. You can, slowly, men and women start to trickle back into the theater area, quizzically looking around for the creature.

Lix Lorn
[Remember those Will Saves we discussed? Make one now.]

OOC
Alright everyone. First encounter over.

[Lix Lorn]

Wonderful.
[roll0]

[Dorizzit]

William

William breathes a sigh of relief as the last sparking beast collapses and dies. As discreetly as possible (not very), he slides down the sheer wall he is clinging to until his feet are once again on solid ground. Looking around carefully, he strides over to the center of the square, more specifically to the creature he had helped kill that had transformed into a woman. He ignores the other fighters; the more it seemed like he knew what he was doing, the less likely it was that they would bother him. Kneeling down next to her, he examines her carefully. Assuming nothing strange happens, he will take the dagger, check her vitals, take the book, and then go through her pockets.

[Werewhale]

Nathan Wall

Nathan exhales sharply, his excitement slowing down. Curious, he moves to join William by the unconscious woman. "Well!" he greets him and gives the woman he is searching a sharp tap in the ribs with his quarterstaff, "D'you know what's going on?" He looks up at the others who are recovering from the fight, "Any of you?"

[The Tygre]

Josef moves over quickly to the unconscious woman as well, keeping an eye on Emily. Something still seems strange about her after that last encounter. The cleric responds to Nathan, "I'm afraid I do not. I have as much knowledge of the situation as any of you. Is anybody in need of healing?"

[Lix Lorn]

Emily breathes deeply, confused by what just happened. She... died? But no, she's right here...

[Ragnarok'n'Roll]

Winston


Winston soundlessly appears agains, his invisibility fading away.

"I took several terrible blows..." he suggests hopefully.


"I am Winston, by the way. Thanks for the help!"

[The Tygre]

"And I am Josef. I heard a disturbance from outside and came in. When I saw the beasts, I intervened."

[Cardea]

A small group of Town Guardsmen run towards the theater stage, and halt in confusion when they find no traces of any adversaries. A man steps forward from the group, a tall man with short black hair, and eagle-detailed armor. He looks at the woman on the ground, and dismisses his group. When they leave eye sight, he looks at the group of you. "You people mind telling me what the bloody Pelor is going on here!?"

[The Tygre]

Josef moves to heal Winston. He murmurs a prayer to St. Cuthbert as he channels the divine energy and lets it flow over Winston.

Casting Cure Serious Wounds.
[roll0] HP healed.

[Lix Lorn]

"If we knew... we'd tell you..." said Emily, baffled.

[Werewhale]

Nathan Wall

"Some kind of thunder-lightning-dog-beasts," Nathan looks at the others for clarification, "But we fought them off. One of them turned into this woman," he points at the unconscious lady with his quarterstaff, then gasps and levels it threateningly at Emily, looking her up and down, "And I swear I saw one of them open you up like a fish for gutting, yet here you stand before us, right as rain. Explain."

Spot Check: [roll0]

[Lix Lorn]

"If I knew... I would tell you." she said in irritation.

[The Tygre]

"We are not likely to find any answers here, lest we search the deceased. We would be better suited to gathering our bearings elsewhere. Officers, I ask that you let us take our leave. If you wish to speak with us further, then you may make a request at the Shrine of St. Cuthbert and I will get back to you."

If necessary
Diplomacy: [roll0]

[Cardea]

"Great. Just great. Just what I needed today..." The man groans, rubbing his hand across his face. On closer look, you can easily say the man is in his early twenties. "Okay, look; there is an evac skyship coming in in half an hour; I'm tight on men right now. Can you guide some civilians to the Grand Ampitheater? Its on the other side of the city, but its farther away from all these creatures. I'm asking because it looked like you just took out a scouting squad of these things."

[Werewhale]

Nathan Wall

Nathan finally stops glaring at Emily, plants his staff on the ground and faces the guardsman, although still throwing a glance Emily's way every now and then, "Sure. I, for one, can do this. I do not know the way, however." He looks around expectantly at the others.

[The Tygre]

"I will be more than happy to assist." The statement seems doubtful as Josef's face is as blank as ever, but he is clearly willing and able.

[Ragnarok'n'Roll]

Winston

"I believe I know the way and can help out." Winston says as he brushes dirt off his sleeves. "We should get moving!"


Winston ignores the swirl of voices in his head as none of them are making any sense right now.

[Cardea]

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