The Depraved IC

[mrcarter11]

You stand in a small room, within the same room stands two others. Nether of which you are familiar with. The door on the far side opens, a man wearing formal clothing stands in the doorway. His voice booms towards you all in a bored tone.
"She shall see you when the three of you are ready. Simply step through this door."

With that, the door swings shut from the other side. You carefully remember where you are.. Within the walls of Guvernul, about to meet a quite powerful woman.. Alantie, a nercomancer to be feared by all, for simply a job.

[Elvenoutrider]

Damien snaps out of his trance at the words, he had found himself getting distracted more and more lately. He stands up, putting his dark cloak on over his shoulders.

He nods to each of his companions before striding through the open door

[2xMachina]

Drakoh shrugs and steps towards the door, whispering to himself, It's time, I suppose

[Soilborn]

Scrittle didn’t feel comfortable here. The walls closed in on her and the ceiling seemed too low close overhead. She had never been claustrophobic but could easily imagine right now how those who were felt. The oppression didn’t feel natural to her, and though she had no proof, was certain that some sort of magic was at work. Scops seemed to agree with her assessment; he paces restlessly between her shoulders, his head darting this way and that, keeping a constant vigil on the room.

She yearned to return to her camp in the woods, to fish in the nearby pond as Scops went hunting for his own meals, to spy curiously upon the human settlement that had recently established itself on the outskirts. Once this task was done perhaps she could return, spruce the place up a bit. Perhaps she would even feel perky enough to establish trade with the town. Time would tell, and the sooner the better.

A door opened through which stepped a stately man who seemed to lack the least bit of interest in his doings. "She shall see you when the three of you are ready. Simply step through this door."

Scops gave low-pitch hoot. The meaning would be lost on most everybody else, but the barely perceptible warbling formed clear words to Scrittle: “About damn time."

Without uttering a word of her own she stood from her bow-legged crouch as the others shuffled past the attendant and through the door. Perhaps it was her paranoia but Scrittle didn’t particularly like either of them. The human was frail and had a stressed, turbulent air about him, but there was no denying his force of personality. The other human she was completely unsure about. He looked like a warrior through and through, but she had trouble reading past his red eyes. In their tall wakes she proceeded, stealthily watching the attendant as she passed.

[mrcarter11]

On the other side of the door, the well dressed man is gone. The room appears to be a personal study. Sitting behind the desk, is a female elf. Her ears, quite long even by elven standards, shoot out of her mess of brown hair. Wearing a leather corset, she appears very, very attractive. As you all enter, she speaks loudly across the room, as to make sure you all hear.

"You three most be my new helpers. I've been expecting you. Now I have an important mission in need of doing. A small town just within the Gresan border of Szent has been taken over by a new warlord. Normally Szent would step in and handle this problem but, they seem to be dragging their feet. I have a good friend within that city, who is likely to be targeted by this new warlord. Sadly, an extraction would have negative results, so instead I need you three to kill the new warlord. Understand? Good. Now be gone.

With that, she gets back to work. The formal man from earlier opens the door, this time from the other side. He motions for you all to follow. He leads to another door, which he opens. It leads to the outside, as sunlight streams in. You all step out onto the streets of Eastin, a large city in Szent. The town she spoke of, is about a days travel northwards.

[Elvenoutrider]

Damien looks to his companions once they get outside. He looks noticeably frustrated at the events that have just transpired

"Walking into a battle unprepared would be tantamount to suicide. She gave us our mission but no information on what obsticals we will be facing. Its odd she gave us no information on our enemy, and suspicious. It leads me to believe she doesn't care if we succeed or fail. IN any case, we should spend some time trying to find out who we are fighting."

Ill ask around the churches.


- damien has 3 costumes for clerics of the 3 dieties in the realm ( I chose heironius, pelor, and boccob not knowing that u had different gods in this setting)

damien tries to disguise himself as a cleric of one of the more militant good gods in order to get information from them - disguise check

[roll0]

+ whatever situational bonuses you want to give me for having an actual clerics robe, disguise kit, and silver holy symbol

[mrcarter11]

You learn that the new warlord who was taken control is almost well known.. He is lawless and a detriment to society. He kills without care or thought. The churches bear little information on him. However, you do learn that in combat, he can summon weapons from thin air.

[Soilborn]

As Damien chose a dark corner to disguise himself Scrittle kept a stealthy eye on him. A quick, quiet series of hoots and whistles escaped her beak and Scops immediately departed from her shoulder, silently roosting atop a nearby building. She felt uneasy around this man. Perhaps if she kept an eye on him by proxy than her worries would be lessened.

In the meantime she would get to know her other companion. The human, or what appeared to be human, towered above her dressed for war. This one seemed somewhat easier to deal with, his personality less complicated, less likely to lead her on a conversational goose chase.

”So,” she began, trying to break the ice. ”What’s your take on this assignment?”

[2xMachina]

Drakon shrugs. "Just find and kill a warlord. I wish we got a name, or a face to work with though. As it is, we'd probably not know it's him if we walk past him. Heck, it might even be a her..."

"I'm no good with people though, so I can't help there. Wonder if we can annoy the butler for more information? I'd hesitate to disturb the Lady though..."

[Soilborn]

Scrittle strokes the underside of her beak momentarily in thought. Indeed the lady had appeared neck-deep in work, but Drakon’s suggestion about the butler might be doable. “Sounds like a plan. The butler might have a bit more to say.”

She turns around and turns the knob on the door, intent upon asking the butler within if he could give them some hints.

[mrcarter11]

Upon reopening the door, you see the butler in the fall corner, merely seconds after the door opens however, his eyes snap up and open. His gaze quickly turns towards you.

"May I help you?"

[Soilborn]

Scrittle glanced blankly at the butler for a moment as she composed her statement. “I’m sorry to bother you. Your master was somewhat vague about the nature of our mission. We don’t know the reputation of this warlord nor his capabilities. We don’t know the name of your master’s friend. We don’t even know the name of the town. What information do you have that could aid us?”

[mrcarter11]

A small chuckle is heard.

"When she is researching, she tends to be scatterbrained. Thee warlord she wishes you to kill is named Kraven Jipner. He's the son of a Szent noble, which is why Szent hasn't done something about his takeover yet. As for what he is capable of, well I can only say be careful. Her friend is named Mauve. She's a local woman, and a pacifist. Hence my Mistresses concern for her well being. The town is named Haven. That's most of what I personally know, a last thought, be very careful of Kraven's right man. His name is Bethos, and one of the few men I find reason to fear. Kraven himself, is quite dangerous due to what he can become.. A monstrous beast of sorts. Bethos meanwhile, well his power lies in blood, as it is his power. Another group of helpers won't be along for a while I fear, so your group is most useful. With that in my mind, take this. It will allow you to send me a telepathic message once a day. It could prove useful. Now if you excuse me, I must assist my Mistresses.

With that, he flicks a simple gray ring towards you, and then he departs.

[Soilborn]

With a deft swipe of her hand Scrittle catches the ring, thanking the butler as he departed before doing the same. Too loose, too loose, perfect! The ring slipped comfortably over her middle finger she strolled back outside. Drakon had kept his vigil outside throughout Scrittle's conversation.

She passed on the information she had received to Drakon. "Now we just have to wait for the skinny one to return." Throughout the entire episode she had passively kept a feel on her input from Scops. The skinny human, she still didn't know his name, had so far done nothing suspicious as far as Scops was concerned. If anything he was aggravated about being sent on his mission. Scrittle could feel that her winged companion wasn't far off; its mark must be returning.

Elvenoutrider, you're up.

[2xMachina]

Oops, my fault, I misspelled. It's Drakoh

Drakoh says, "Good to know. Still no picture though, but if he's famous, it shouldn't be too big of a problem to ask someone to point him out." on hearing the information.

[Elvenoutrider]

((If u guys were waiting for me ive already given my action, im disguising myself as a priest of a militant good deity and going to that deity's church))

Damien finishes applying the last of the makeup, applying fake scars to his face to disguise his identity, the last thing he needs is one of the clerics realizing his true identity as a hellbound bounty hunter. Such things always cause complications. He Practices his foreign accent several times before heading out of the dark alley where he was changing. He strolls confidently toward the church and enters as if it was his own home.

(this is all assuming that that church exists in this town, if it doesnt my character would picj the next best church that he believes would have information on this warlord))

[Soilborn]

((assuming we’ve grouped up again.))

Scrittle regards her two companions. “All right, we know who we’re looking for, where he is, and what he’s capable of. I say it’s about time we hit the road." With that Scrittle sets off to find a caravan that could take the party in at least the general direction of Haven. Worst case they could strike off from the group at an advantageous time and proceed the rest of the way themselves.

[Elvenoutrider]

Damien emerges in his disguise and approaches his allies.

" I still feel that we should try and gather more information before we attack. We must remember that battles are won before they begin. Yes we know where we are going now and that these men are dangerous but we still know little of their abilities or the numbers of their forces. I'm not keen on the idea of walking into a battle without knowing exactly what im up against"

[2xMachina]

Godrick shrugs. "I suppose, but I'd say we'd get more information nearer to the town. Their own experience and all. And unless our mission is leaked, we can always sit around that town, and see for ourselves."

[mrcarter11]

Timeskip

After some time of travel your group arrives in Haven. The town itself seems, scared. You see groups of men in the same military styled outfit positioned in several places. All of them seem rather unkind and quite angry. Now your must decide how to precede.

[Soilborn]

A quick scan of the town told Scrittle all she needed to know. It reeked of a principality held in the grip of tyranny. Few citizens seemed comfortable outside of their homes and passed as frightened shadows though the streets. The guards stood out like self-imposed sore thumbs, exuding an air of fascist authority. Scrittle felt that running afoul of one wasn’t so much a matter of her actions as their whim, and she kept a broad distance from any of them. She would have to tread lightly during her stay.

“Butler-man?” she spoke within her own head, focusing on the ring. Scrittle wasn’t entirely sure how the device worked and had neglected to ask her benefactor in the Mistress’s charge his name. “We’ve arrived in Haven. Do you have any tips on finding Mauve from here?”

[mrcarter11]

As the three of you stand about doing nothing, guards begin to leer at you with morbid curiosity.. A few of them, with weapons proudly displayed walk over to you..

"We need to see your papers."

And with that, the leader of the group outstretches his hand.

[Elvenoutrider]

"I'm sorry sir, we are just a wandering group of travelers who were hoping to spend the night in a civilized town on our way to (insert nearest location in that direction here) and hopefully buy some supplies while we are here. If that is a problem we can be on our way. We aren't looking for trouble."

[Soilborn]

If Scrittle had any eyebrows she would have raised one at the inquiring guard. "We need papers to enter a town? You make this sound like a border crossing."

[mrcarter11]

The guard seems intrigued by Scittle. With a glare he speaks again.
"This town is no longer part of Szent, so if you wish to enter, you must have the proper paperwork. If you don't have the papers, come with me. "

The guard flags over a few others, now four guards stand around you all. Each fully armed.

[Soilborn]

Scrittle stood her ground against the imposing guards, though she showed no outward signs of stubbornness. “I honestly don’t see how this affects us. I can’t speak for my companions but I’m not citizens of Szent, and I’m rather positive that they aren’t either. Are these so-called papers really necessary for a group of travelers to simply pass through while providing your town with commerce?”

As she spoke Scrittle gauged the guards, trying to get a feel for their intentions and potential threat. She was in this town for a reason, and if necessary she and her companions would have to put them down. But not here. She would rather be escorted out of the city before putting her knife to their throats.

Sense Motive on the guards [roll0]

[2xMachina]

Drakoh shrugs. "Papers, papers. How are we going to get them if we're never here before?"

[mrcarter11]

The guard seems upset at the lack of respect that newcomers show. His orders next set of orders seem harsher though.

"Lay down your weapons now, all three of you, or we will attack."

All three of you can tell however that he is quite lax, as if he isn't even aware that you may do something besides what he ordered

Alright, you made the guards unhappy.. Stressful jobs and all. So, they are still flatfooted, as they aren't aware of a threat since they assume you're just gonna listen

[Elvenoutrider]

Damien reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a small dull knife, little more than an eating utensil, and throws it to the ground in front of him:

"So hard to find good cutlery these days too. I am a mere missionary. I have no need for weapons."

[Soilborn]

Without a word Scrittle tossed her hunting knife to the ground, making Damien's single contribution into an official pile. As opposed to the human’s her small blade was well made and taken care of, but a knowledgeable eye could easily discern from its construction that it was made for cutting ropes instead of throats. Her own claws were as effective at that as any knife, and she would murder a guard before letting one take the bow hidden beneath her cloak.

Her attention flitted about. She kept coming back to the guards, attempting to judge their reactions and armaments, but she also examined her surroundings using mostly her peripherals. The guards weren’t going escort them out of the city as she had hoped, and her adrenaline began pumping with what she felt was an inevitable conflict. A nearby building or any wall of some sort would be ideal. Her boots would allow her to walk easily up to higher ground from which she figured she could fire upon the guards with near impunity.

[mrcarter11]

As the weapons hit the ground, the guards seem quite happy. Almost relaxed some. The leader of the guards flicks his hand at three others, who approach you all, with cuffs in hand.

The 3 of you are standing each with a guard behind you, who has yet to lock on the cuffs. The leading guard and one other both stand infront of you..

Many single and double story building sit on both sides of the street, a good 15 foot dash.

[Elvenoutrider]

Damien chuckles audibly at this development, the air around him seems to chill and his cloak begins to sway in a nonexistent wind.

His voice deepens as he speaks

red: "Its a pity really, I didnt want o kill you, but youve left me no choice. you could have lived, gone home to your wives, lovers. Now your going to be nothing but fiend ****."

As damien speaks the words his body fades as another being forms where he was standing. A massive feline monster with claws and teeth the size of daggers phades into existence, red glowing patched hair flows like embers around its body. It snarls, darting its head back and forth surveying its surroundings before locking its hungry eyes onto the lead guard. Smoke emanates from its mouth and nose at it roars

initiative:

[/roll]1d20+2[roll]

[Elvenoutrider]

((i should explain rules wise what just happened. Damien just cast lesser planar exchange, temporarily putting him in stasis in the lower plains in place of a fiendish tiger. This spell lasts for 11 rounds. I control the tiger and will appear wherever it is in 11 rounds. If it dies i appear where it died and take 2d6 damage))

initiative:
[roll0]

[Soilborn]

Her skinny companion’s dark chuckle caught Scrittle off-guard just as she guessed it did the guards. She had been somewhat untrusting of this Damien character, but over the past few days she had found her opinion founded on increasingly shaky ground and had allowed it to relax. Obviously there was more to him that met the eye.

She would have to consider the situation later. Damien’s transformation, body exchange, whatever he had done would no doubt instigate violence from the guards. All the better; there was no way she would allow these men to put her in cuffs anyway.

With the first inch of astonished muscle movement from the guards she bolted from the crowd to the nearest single-story wall. The transition from horizontal to vertical was nearly flawless; whoever happened to be watching her saw a small avian humanoid run towards and then literally up the wall. Reaching the top she flung herself over and dropped to one knee, eyeing the entire scene from just above the lip of the wall.

With a flop her backpack dropped to the rooftop beside her, unhitched from her thanks to the quick-release tabs she had installed on the shoulder straps. Her bow was immediately drawn to her left hand and two piercing arrows grasped in her right. Scops, who had somehow held on through her flight, took wing in response to a quiet whistle to survey the battleground.

Taking advantage of Damien’s chaos to flee up a wall.

Anklets of Spider Climbing: 1 round of daily 10 min used.
Backpack dropped: Load reduced to 21.5lbs (light load, Skirmish enabled)

Move 15ft to wall, move remainder to walk up and over wall. – Move Action
Unhook backpack – Swift Action
Draw bow and two regular arrows – Move Action

Initiative: [roll0]
Hiding behind the lip of the building: [roll1]
I assume I have some cover from the lip of the building. Feel free to rule otherwise and render this roll void.

[2xMachina]

Earlier:

Drakoh unsheathed the greatsword and adds it to the pile. A weapon is good, but he does not need one. And the fact that it could return to him from 30' away makes him unhesitating to disarm.

Now:
Hearing the orders, he sighs, being rather unwilling to be in chains. When Damien stopped cooperating, he knew he has no choice but to also resist arrest.

He then moves off to a side, trying to catch as many as he can (while avoiding his allies) in his 30' cone Psionic Blast.


When it's my turn
Manifesting Defensively if applicable. DC 18 Conc check. My +19 mod auto passes
Spend 5 PP on Psionic Blast
Will save DC18 or stun for 1 rounds.

[mrcarter11]

One guard armed with a bow is stunned directly behind the new fiendish tiger. The other draw swords and swing at it.


Attack 1 [roll0] Damage [roll1]
Attack 1 [roll2] Damage [roll3]



The lead guard armed with his spear and shield, moves to attack Drakoh. His spear thrusts out quickly and carries brute force behind it.


Attack [roll]1d20+15[roll] Damage [roll4]



The last one, the one in light armor with not a single weapon, raises his hands And suddenly a single bow made of light appears in his hand, he lets the arrow fly and then as nears you a burst of daggers swarm towards Scrittle out of thin air

Bow [roll5] Damage [roll6]
Daggers Damage [roll7] Reflex Save vs DC 14 for half

[Soilborn]

Among the men waving their swords around stood two targets that drew Scrittle’s attention: the spear-bearing captain and the lightly-armored archer. She couldn’t seem to choose between them. The captain obviously held authority over the mob, and bringing him low would be a formidable hit against the patrol’s moral. The archer on the other hand was more of a threat to Scrittle herself. She felt confident in her ability to outrun nearly any of these monkeys, but this marksman with his magical bow and flying daggers would still pose a threat.

Scrittle settled upon the archer. She sprinted back down the wall and circumnavigated the battle to the best of her ability, positioning herself for a good shot while notching an arrow in her bow. She did her best to stay just within thirty feet of the archer and as far away from the rest as possible.

Scrittle slid the last few feet as she lined up her sights and cleared her mind. The sound of the battle grew muffled in her ears, replaced with an odd combination of zen-like clarity and the pulsing of her own blood. She swore that she could smell the arcane power wafting from the archer and focused the resultant hatred that boiling with her to sharpen her concentration into a diamond point. A deep breath held, her aim steadied, and the arrow was loosed.

Running down the wall and moving to place the archer at 30ft and the rest of the guards preferably further away for a clear shot. Attacking the archer whom I assume is an arcanist as well.

Anklets of Spider Climbing: 2 rounds of daily 10 min used.

Move 10ft(?) ft down wall, move remainder for positioning (40ft total) – Move Action
Fire longbow (regular arrow) – Standard Action

Skirmish Active (moved >5ft): +2 AC (23 total)

Longbow attack (Point Blank Shot +1): [roll0]
Damage: [roll1] +[roll2] Skirmish + [roll3] Precision +1 Point Blank + 4 Favored Enemy if Arcanist.

[Elvenoutrider]

The feline monster that now stands in the place of damien deftly dodges one of hte sword blows and shrugs off the second as though little more than an inconvenience. Sparks leap from its body as the sword opens a small cut in its back. The tiger eyes the soldier that made contact, rears up and brings its ferocious claws and teeth to bare

The tiger makes a full attack action against the soldier that hit

claws:
[roll0] [roll1]
teeth
[roll2]

Damage
claw1 [roll3] claw 2: [roll4]
bite: [roll5]

If it hits with any of these attacks: grapple: [roll6]

if this succeeds: rake: [roll7]

[2xMachina]

Drakoh winces as he is stabbed by the spear.

In retaliation, he commands his greatsword to return to him, and gives a mightly slash at his attacker. His deep crystal weapon glows briefly as he feeds it power.


Ruby Nightmare Blade! With 2 PP channeled into the deep crystal
Concentration vs AC: [roll0]
If succeeds, double damage. If fail, take -2 to attack
Power attack for 1,
[roll1] for [roll2] and [roll3] (deep crystal)

Also, what happened with my Psionic Blast?

[mrcarter11]

The arrow strikes true, wounding the armored guard. The amount of blood pooling around his arms tells you that the attack was severe. Without pause however, he attacks back. He appears next to you, you never even saw him move, his first tries to slash you with a dagger, and then his fist, now covered in a gauntlet made of ice, strikes at you.


Dagger Attack [roll0] Damage [roll1]

Spiked Gauntlet Attack [roll2] Damage [roll3]
Fort Save vs DC 17. If you fail, your next turn you can only take a move action.


With one guard entrapped by the tiger, the other two attempt to injure it. The first continues his attack with a sword. The other decides to hinder the beast. He chants something under his breath and the tiger feels weaker and slower as the chant ends. Then fires his bow into the thing's pelt.

Sword Attack Full Attack
Attack [roll4] Damage [roll5]
Attack [roll6] Damage [roll7]

Curse Effect
-4 Str, -4 Con, -4 Nat Armor

Full Bow Attack
[roll8] [roll9]
[roll10] [roll11]



Lastly the lead guard, is hurt but not alarmingly so. He continues his attack. Arming his spear, he uses his knowledge of tactics to off balance you with his attack.


Attack [roll12] Damage [roll13] If the attack hits, you flatfooted until next turn.

As for the blast, you said that it stunned. The saves were rolled in the OCC thread, post 27 spoiled.

[Soilborn]

A moment of worry from Scops high above was all that Scrittle needed to prepare herself for the attack. She hadn’t expected any sort of teleportation or whatever the guard had done to appear before her, but was more than ready for the strikes that followed.

The dagger slashed high in an arc that would have slit the throat of a larger creature, but passed well over her feathered head. The fist required a bit more finesse to avoid, coming straight down from above. She wormed herself just barely out of the iced gauntlet’s way and watched it pass a mere couple of inches from her beak. She got a prime view of her arrow on the underside of that arm, having pierced itself deep within the guard’s armpit which was now grouting torrents of blood. Scrittle could tell from that momentary glance that her single arrow had definitely severed a major artery, and likely damaged some internal organs as well. She on the other hand remained so far untouched.

Silly spellcaster. Be they fists of ice or arrows of light, his arcane tricks were no match for her pure skill. Not only had he failed in his attempts to strike her but Scrittle was now in an opportune position to strike back. The twisting of his body as he attacked with both arms had left his head exposed with only his glare as a defense. With lightning speed her bow was raised, an arrow aimed point-blank at the pupil of that eye. The world stood still for a quarter second as the arrow was loosed.

Not waiting to see the result of her assault Scrittle ducked and rolled immediately backwards away from the threat, recovering with a quick skip and pulling two more arrows from the quiver on her right leg as she took stock of the situation.

Attacking with bow in melee and tumbling back and away.

Fire Longbow (regular arrow) – Standard Action
Move 10ft backwards (tumble to avoid AoO) – Move Action

Longbow attack (Point Blank Shot +1): [roll0]
Longbow Damage: [roll1] + [roll2] Precision + 1 Point Blank + 4 Favored: Arcanist (if applicable)
Close Combat Shot: attack does not provoke AoO.

Tumble check (DC 15): [roll3]
Skirmish Active (moved >5ft): +2 AC (23 total)

[2xMachina]

Drakoh curses as he is hit by the attack. His attacks are about as effective, and with their greater numbers, this is not a good thing.

He shouts, "Hey! Wanna get out of here?" before jumping up and attacking the spearman from above. His deep crystal weapon glows again as it slashes down.


Death from above! DC20 jump check, which [roll0] should autopass
Spend 2 PP for 2d6 extra damage.
Attack [roll1] for [roll2] and [roll3]

[2xMachina]

He then activates his belt of healing

1 charge, [roll0]

[Elvenoutrider]

"The fiendish monster, whether it wants to retreat or not, is surrounded by guards, and lacks the vocal ability to relay its response tot he rest of the party." It continues its assault on the now grappled guard, visciously clawing and biting at the downed soldier.

claws:
[/roll]1d20+7 damage:1d8+31d20+7 damage:1d8+3

bite
1d20+2 damage:2d6+2

(apparently i get 2 rake attacks if i understand the rules correctly: 1d20+7 damage: 1d8+11d20+7 damage: 1d8+1[roll]

(also the grappled soldier can only attack with a small weapon as per grapple rules)

[Elvenoutrider]

*facepalm*

its been a really long day

claws:
[roll0] damage:[roll1]

[roll2] damage:[roll3]

bite
[roll4] damage:[roll5]

(apparently i get 2 rake attacks if i understand the rules correctly: [roll6] damage: [roll7]
[roll8] damage: [roll9]

[mrcarter11]

Scrittle's arrow seems as if it shall strike true, but then mere inches from her opponents neck, a suit of fullplate appears on her opponent and blocks the arrow, and then disappears. As she tumbles out and takes stock of the situation around her, she sees her opponent has found a new target.

Drakoh's attack seems as if has left the guard near his end. However, he still stands for now, and while he stands, he attacks. His spear once again comes for you, as if hunting your head. The guard swings one last time putting his best attack forward. At that moment Drakoh's realizes he has another enemy now. His new enemy, grew bored with the archer it seemed. He summons forth a bolt of lightning, which he quickly launches it as well.

Sword [roll0] [roll1]
Lightning [roll2] [roll3]


The last two guards continue their attack as their comrade dies in the tigers grasp. The swordsman guard decides another approach is needed. He summons forth bolt of force from no where to attack the beast. The bowman, launches a ball of swirling energy into beast.


Bolt of Force
Attack [roll4] Damage: [roll5]

Ball of Energy
Attack [roll6] If it hits, the tiger losses [roll7] Str

[2xMachina]

Sorry for the... OP powers and manuevers. As far as I can see, Drakoh will soon die without it, so...

Thanks to his training, he manages to dodge the spear by instinct, even when he was not prepared for it. It helps that it wasn't very well aimed. However, the lightning bolt was too accurate for him to dodge.

Feeling threatened, he manifests something that causes his form to waver and change. A burning creature with blood red skin stands in his place. It spends a moment focusing and a moment later, it slashes the spearman twice with his glowing sword, flames trailing behind it.

Spend 8PP Metamorphosis into Palrethee (MM2, pg 58) linked to Vigor.
Manifesting defensively DC 19, passed with a +19.
White Raven Tactics on self
Full attack the spear man, spending 2PP per attack
[roll0] for [roll1]+7
[roll2] for [roll3]+7
Ref save DC 17 or catch fire for each hit.
Reactivate Healing Belt for [roll4]

EDIT: Forgot to add damage from Str.

[2xMachina]

Oops, I missed adding the +7 damage from str for each hit. (EDIT: Added now. Looks better there.

2nd hit was in crit range. Crit confirm [roll0]

[Elvenoutrider]

The tiger releases the broken soldier'sneck fromits jaws allowing his corpse to crumple to the ground. The beast, too weakened to fight effectively, leaps over the soldier's body and runs 80 ft forward before whirling around. The beast bleeds the entire way.

[Soilborn]

Scrittle hadn’t seen her arrow blocked but the guard still stood, now encased in a suit of full-plate. Arcane trickery; the arrow’s flight was true and his neck fully exposed. Her blood boiled over the robbed kill, and came to a steam with the disdain with which he seemed to dismiss her in favor of her traveling companions. Another arrow was nocked and pulled almost on instinct, but just then her senses cleared enough to take full stock of her surroundings.

Her companions fared much worse than she. The fiendish tiger that had taken Damien’s place had scored a kill, but was now in a dire state. A summoned creature she concluded, nothing to be worried about. Drakoh was another story. He bled profusely as his form wavered and morphed. The crimson creature that resulted assailed the ailing spearman mercilessly with a flaming sword. In a bolt of movement the tiger flashed passed her, leaving the new form of Drakoh alone against the remaining swordsmen.

Now it seemed all the guards were using magic. A wry grin spread across Scrittle’s avian face as she carefully strafed the frenzy. Hopefully Drakoh would last long enough for Damien to pull himself back together. Another guard was attacking him with a bolt of lightning, another arcanist in need of smiting. Her aim shifted to her new target and after a moment of concentration her shot was fired.

((Not trying to ignore your character’s shout Machina, but Scrittle’s in a bit of a blood frenzy at the moment))

Strafing for a good shot at the guard shooting the thunderbolt, staying just within 30ft. Attacking with longbow.

Move >10ft to strafe – Move Action
Firing Longbow – Standard Action

Skirmish Active (moved >5ft): +2 AC (23 total)

Longbow attack (Point Blank Shot +1): [roll0]
Longbow Damage: [roll1] + [roll2] Skirmish + [roll3] Precision + 1 Point Blank + 4 Favored: Arcanist (if applicable)

[mrcarter11]

Sorry for the delay guys.. Been busy


Drakoh's attacks seem to honestly hurt the guard. The blood he coughs up proves as much. But he isn't down yet.The transformation seems to startle the guard for a second. He strikes with his spear one more time hoping to bring the Drakoh down. He pauses for a single moment, readying himself to attack, and then he springs.


Attack
Damage [roll4d6 If it hits you lose your move again..


Scrittle's arrow once more flies perfectly into the arcane user only for a suit of platemail to appear before him and deflect the attack at the last second.
The arcane user and the other two focus on Scrittle
The guards flank and attack each trying to take a limb with their clumsy swings. The arcanist meanwhile rushes forward and attacks with a spiked chain that appears in his hands at the moment of attack


Longsword 1 Attack [roll1] Damage [roll2]
Longsword 2 Attack [roll3] Damage [roll4]
Spiked Chain Attack [roll5] Damage [roll6] -1 Con if it hits, also Will Save vs DC 15 or affected by Bestow Curse.

[Elvenoutrider]

Damien, still controlling the virtually tiger was really hoping the one of the archers would have tried to finish him offso he could return. Damien is stuck until the creature dies. Reentering combat would only put damienwithin arms reach of the casters. He had to keep his distance.

With a thought he gave the tiger its orders. It had no fear since its death would only return it unharmed to its home plane. It raised its fierce claw slowly to its own throat, before tearing down with a shower of blood. The creature dropped quickly and slowly faded leaving damien to fade into existence atop the pool of glowing blood.

Damien surveys the scene, allowing the magical energy to well up inside of him. He raises his casting arm preparing to bring his powers to bare on the guards.

[/roll]2d6[roll]

[Elvenoutrider]

damage for early plane shift: [roll0]

[Soilborn]

The guards were catching on to her elusiveness and were coming after her. Fortunately, though their attacks were concentrated their efforts weren’t nearly enough for a single hit to land true. The spiked chain that emerged from nowhere slammed harmlessly into the ground not far from her feet, requiring hardly the least bit of effort to dodge on her part. The longswords flew about from her flank, yet even with their tactical advantage the guards’ attempts were for naught. With fluid grace she slipped herself between their blows and attempted to roll away from the middle of their little group.

A hop and a skip from the tumble and her second held arrow found itself notched in her bow as she scampered a short distance away, moving backward to keep an eye on her foes. Their defenses were unusually formidable, more than she had expected. Still, as long as she could keep from being struck she was sure that they would eventually fall to her arrows.

The bow was brought up to her eye and the world came to a crawl for a heartbeat as she lined up her sights. The lackeys may score a wound, but the arcanist with her arrow in his side was clearly the greatest threat. His attacks held training and malice, and Scrittle could sense the magic that gleamed from them. Her focus shifted to him, searching for a weak spot, before firing another arrow.

Tumbling past the arcanist and moving 30ft away. Unless the other soldiers have a way of moving more than 30 feet I’ll be just outside of melee range. Attacking arcanist with longbow.

Tumble (to avoid AoO) through arcanist and move backward, 35ft total – Move Action
Fire Longbow (regular arrow) – Standard Action

Tumble check (DC 15): [roll0]
Skirmish Active (moved >5ft): +2 AC (23 total)

Longbow attack (Point Blank Shot +1): [roll1]
Longbow Damage: [roll2] + [roll3] Skirmish + [roll4] Precision + 1 Point Blank + 4 Favored; Arcanist

[Elvenoutrider]

damage: [roll0]

Wow thats really unfortunate

[2xMachina]

Drakoh frees one of his hands, which then glow in a red colour. He reaches out and touches his opponent.


Energy Flash (fire), with 8PP in.
Touch attack, [roll0]
Does 6d6 fire damage and Daze 1 round.
Fort save, DC 19: half and negate daze

[mrcarter11]

[roll0]
Scrittle's arrow is deflected again by the appearing platemail. Drakoh's attack seems to leave the lead guard quite injured. A single good attack seems like it would send him down. The lead guard decides enough is enough and offers a deal.
"Lay down your arms and we shall escort you to the edge of the city.. If you continue to fight us, more guards shall come.

[Elvenoutrider]

These guards who at first wanted to capture us rather than let us go now want to let us free?

Nothing but a desperate ploy by a defeated foe.

Reinforcements will be meaningless, for I am never outnumbered.

These are the thoughts that run through damien's mind as he darts behing a wall for cover and a large shape begins to come into existance in the middle of the melee

(Summon monster 4 - feindish dire wolf)

[Soilborn]

Were these guards seriously offering a cease to combat? Now their potential captors were trying to merely escort them out of the city as opposed to throw them into a jail cell even though Scrittle and her party had been the first to draw blood. It smelled of desperation, especially considering the gusto with which they had previously jumped into combat. Still, the terms of their exile were not quite acceptable.

“An escort out would be dandy, but I’m sure as hell not leaving you with...” Her retort was cut short as a grey blob appeared in the midst of the guards, quickly taking a large lupine appearance. She had seen Damien dart behind a nearby wall moments before; obviously the human wasn’t quite ready to lay down his arms.

Words spilled from her mouth in a low mumble. “Son of a Catoblepas!! Fasta i' goth!” The urgency of the situation demanded that she cut her string of curses short in favor of her incantation. With a few simple hand motions and a simple phrase, weeds shot up from the pavement beneath the guards’ feet, winding around and holding fast anything they come into contact with.

Not waiting to see the outcome of her spell she ducks behind the wall where she finds Damian finishing an incantation of his own. “We have a mission to complete here, and a higher body count isn’t exactly part of it.” Her statement wasn’t a reprimand but a simple clarification of a fact; these guards made her blood boil, and the urge to strike them down flowed through her veins despite the logic behind her arguement. Even now she gripped two more arrows in preparation for more aggression. Still, Damien had his disguises and she had her stealth, so wandering the city incognito was no problem for them, but what of Drakoh? How would he be able to contribute?

Casting Entangle and moving to accompany Damien behind the wall.

Casting Entangle – Standard Action
Move behind cover – Move Action

Casting Entangle to entrap as many guards as possible without affecting Drakoh. Don’t care about the summoned wolf.

Region is difficult terrain. Reflex DC 14 negates entangle.

[2xMachina]

Drakoh, seeing the continuing attack by his team mates, know that the fight must go on.

Seeing that they have taken cover, he smiles and says, "Boom!", and a 40' radius around him erupt into flames.

After activating his healing belt for the 3rd and last time for the day, he then runs off in the direction of his team mates, trying to evade possible attackers.


Energy Burst, 8PP.
[roll0] fire damage in a 40' burst around me.
DC 19 ref to half damage.
Heal: [roll1]

[mrcarter11]

The guards who had all been entangled, and now burned alive by Drakoh's attack. Seeing as how the guards are only ash now, the 3 of you know that you should decide what to do soon, or else more guards could show up.

[Elvenoutrider]

"Lets find a secluded corner and hide out till nightfall, the wolf can create a rather large diversion while we slip away. I have enough material in my disguise kit for all of us."

[2xMachina]

"That sounds good. Maybe next time, someone stealthy should steal us some papers before we try to get in again."

[Soilborn]

“Hey, if I had known anything about any papers I would have done so. But it might be worthwhile to nab some anyway.”

Scrittle's retort came as she accompanied Damien away from the carnage. A disguise wouldn't help her too much; Kenkus were rare this side of the world. She would have to pace her companions from the shadows.

[Elvenoutrider]

((so wait are we going in and hiding int he city or leaving and trying again later))

[2xMachina]

Drakoh says, "Not saying you should have stole some papers before, but rather, we shouldn't try getting in before we obtain some papers. That fight was rather draining for me." before flourishing his blade and sheathing it.

((That's for recovering my maneuvers.
I prefer staying out. Not sure that we can go through another fight if they do find us and ask for papers again.))

[Soilborn]

((I elect we pull out for the day and recoup, then try to sneak in tomorrow.))

[Elvenoutrider]

((agreed))


So the final plan is:

we three pull out of the city as the wolf charges at its full run into the center of the town attacking anyone armed it comes across

[Soilborn]

((yup, that's pretty much the plan.))

[mrcarter11]

The three of you pull outside the city and set up camp for the night. In the morning you see several people passing through the front gates, where a toll booth stands.

[Soilborn]

With the morning light Scrittle awoke, rubbing the gunk from her dark eyes. From her vantage point low in the solitary tree she could see for a good mile around, not to mention her two companions who still snoozed below. The city loomed not too far in the distance, a toll both of some sort controlling entrance. Her gaze scanned the rest of the metropolis searching for an alternate entrance. A few quiet hoots and Scops took flight, seeking a better angle.

Sorry for the delayed post. The last few days have been hectic.

Is the city walled in? Are there any back ways in? Any guards around the perimeter?

[2xMachina]

After a night's rest, Drakoh recovers his Psionic reserve. When he awakes, he sits up and meditate for a moment to focus himself. He touches his Healing belt, and activates it twice.

Later, when he sees the toll booth, he tries to scrutinize what is happening there. Perhaps that is where people get their papers?

Psionic focus. I autopass, or take 20. No buffs up yet.
Heal: [roll0] and [roll1]
EDIT: That's low. Anyway, Healing belt charges 1/3 remaining.

[Elvenoutrider]

((sorry for not being an active poster, i just got done with the busiest week of my life, yay engineering))

Damien wakes up hyperventilating and drenched in sweat, another nightmare. At least he hadn't woken up screaming this time.

After he has settled himself he goes with his compainions to survey the toll booth.

"Well yesterday they were arresting us for approaching the city, now they sell entry to anyone. Whoever is in charge of this operation is making no sense to me. Shall we go try to get in? Did any guards survive the attack last night to be able to identify us? I think were better off sneaking in under the cover of darkness."

[Soilborn]

Scrittle nods as Damien makes his points. "Waiting until night sounds like a good idea, but really limits what we could discover. Also the guards are not likely to bother us during the day when we're just members of a crowd, but if we stalk the streets alone at night they can easily single us out. I think you two should disguise yourself and we all go in now." She was sure not to mention disguising herself; no amount of makeup could cover up short body of feathers and a beak.

[Elvenoutrider]

"They're probably looking for us. I can disguise us two, but i think your going to have to sneak into the city if we go in during the day. I would rather not split the party. Alternatively, I could make you invisible, but only for a few minutes."

[Soilborn]

Scrittle gathered her things hanging from the low branch and hopped down from the tree as Damien made his points. “Remaining unseen is my specialty, I don’t think it’ll be too much of a problem.” She kneeled down for a moment to gather the green air bramble she had planted in the ground the night before, quickly counting the berries along its length. 14 ripe, with 8 more still growing. She carefully uprooted the vine and wrapped it loosely around her neck.

“I’ll keep pace with you two to the best of my ability. In the off-chance the need arises for me to get sidetracked I’ll leave Scops in your care. Please, keep your invisibility spell for now. It may come in use later.”

[2xMachina]

Drakoh says, "Lets get disguised then. Are we going to use the booth? I don't think any guards survived yesterday to recognize us, and getting in legally is better than sneaking. Except Scrittle of course."

[Elvenoutrider]

Disguise check
[roll0]
[roll1]

was assuming 1st check for myself

Damien dresses himself and his ally up as simple travelers, covering or drawing scars and other distinctive features as he sees fit.

"ok lets get to it then"

[2xMachina]

Drakoh heads to the booth.

[Soilborn]

As Damien put the finishing touches on Drakoh’s disguise Scrittle was already scanning the town. Scops had long ago been sent to survey the wall and find an ideal point to walk over and was now just returning from his quest. His report came in a flurry of squeaks, chirps and hoots. With her companions already making their way Scrittle dismissed Scops to keep an eye out from above. A few incantations later her gear, clothes, and even feathers and beak shifted hues, making her appear to blend right into the grasslands. She set of stalking quietly through the grass and avoiding the sparse guard patrols by the widest of margins.

Reaching the stone wall she took a quick glance around her to ensure that she wasn’t being watched, then upwards to judge the wall’s height. With a short running jump her feet met the wall and up she ran as though on level ground. Her eyes kept glued to Scops’s position in the sky high above, acting as an inconspicuous visual guide to any guards that may occupy the ramparts.

With a few final feet she reached the top. Slowly and carefully she looked over the edge as though staring over the edge of a great precipice before hoping atop the wall. Her journey was half-over; she still had to manage the descent. With a careful glanced over the wall’s edge, looking for a handy rooftop that intersects the wall or a quiet alley that she could inconspicuously emerge into the crowd from.

Sorry for the delay. I’ve been hitting my portfolio HARD lately, and much of my D&D-related activities have been skipping my mind.

Casting camouflage at the camp (40 min duration) for a bonus of +10 to hide. This brings my hide to a total of 38 (11 ranks + 6 Dex + 4 size + 2 racial + 5 armor enchantment + 10 camouflage.) I really doubt anything’s going to see me approach the city.

Hide: [roll0] if necessary
Move Silently: [roll1] if necessary

Also using my Anklets of Spider Climbing to run up the wall. They have 10min (100 rounds/charges) of use a day, so at 40ft a round how many charges have I used?

[2xMachina]

Drakoh slowly walks towards the booth, and stands in line. He patiently waits till someone addresses him.

[mrcarter11]

The two of you wait at the booth for only a few minutes before it is your turn and the attendants approach you.

"Hello, how are you doing today? How long will you be staying in the city?

[Elvenoutrider]

"we are travelers merely looking for a good nights rest and somewhere to buy some new supplies. We should be out by morning."

[2xMachina]

We're fine, thanks. Yes, tomorrow morning should be enough time for us to buy supplies and rest.

[[note that it's morning right now, so...]]

[mrcarter11]

"I see, so then two single day passes.

She walks away leaving the two of you to wonder for only a brief second before her return. She hands you each a bracelet, gesturing to put it on and hands you each a small sheet of paper. Runes that neither of you understand adorn the paper.

Here you are. First is your bracelet. It will stay on until you leave the city at which you can do whatever you wish with them. And your papers. These will allow you to move freely within the city.

[2xMachina]

Drakoh says, Thanks. Hmm, with the way you said it, the bracelet sounds somewhat special? And may I know what language this is? pointing to the runes.

[mrcarter11]

The bracelet is special as it can't come off while your in the city. It is a sign of being a visitor to the city. The runes are a special language for security reasons.

[Elvenoutrider]

"very well sir, I dont suppose you could recommend a good place for us to rest in this town?"

[mrcarter11]

"I would recommend the Kingston Bricks. Fairly nice place, good people, not to bad a price. To find them, just continue down this main road. They sit on it a little ways down.

[Elvenoutrider]

Damien politely thanks the officer before strolling into the city, He says quietly to his partner:

"We need to do this quickly, the longer we wait here the greater the risk, then again a poorly planned attack causes even greater risk. We should spend a few hours finding out the number of forces at this warlords command, what kind of supplies he has, where he is currently living, and what his defenses are like."

[2xMachina]

"Thank you. Have a good day.", says Drakoh to the officer.

I agree. I think I shall walk around and see how many soldiers they have here.

[Elvenoutrider]

Damien spends a few hours on gathering information

[roll0]

[mrcarter11]

Drakoh walks around to scout soldiers while Damien attempts to gain any information he can.
Drakoh takes note of about 30-35 soldiers within the entire city
Damien meanwhile learns that this new warlord lives in a single compound not far from the center of the city. A group or private guards are with him at all times. You learn the address of this compound and that the only defenses present are the guards.. You do however realize that the army will come if alerted to an attack on their commander.. A series of magical alerts exist to notify the army of a possible attack.

[Elvenoutrider]

((is the compound made of wood))

"Ok. Here is what im thinking. We need to get him on the defensive where hes uncomfortable.

We have to get him out of hte compound. We need to lure him out at first. IM thinking our feathered friend hides on the roof where she can use her bow more effectively while you wait right out in the front yard. Ill be invisible somewhere close by. Im going to start casting summoning spells to give you some reinforcements. To get him out we could probably set the place on fire. Ive got just the spell... By the way where is our feathered friend?"

[2xMachina]

Drakoh takes a look around, hoping to see him.

Ah well, he should be around. If possible, I hope your summons won't come close so early. I would like to open with area burst to weaken them first.

His hands reaches for his belt, activating it's last charge today, before concentrating a moment to manifest his inertial armor.


Spot: [roll0]
Heal: [roll1]
Manifesting Inertial Armor, 7PP

[Soilborn]

Judging from the movements and visible conversations of her companions Scrittle surmised that they were getting straight to the point. Their travels eventually brought them to a modestly-sized building deep within the city. Her skills at reading lips weren’t the best, and she could only make out snippets of their conversation, but from what she could gather the two were ready to raise a ruckus. Damien began to step away into the shadows and Drakoh’s hand went to his belt.

She wasn’t willing to blow her cover just yet. So far Scrittle had done an amazing job of navigating the city, unheard and unseen by a single soul. Yet she had some input to give. Using a piece of charcoal and a small strip of parchment she scribbled out a quick message: “How are we even sure he’s in there?”

With a tiny length of linen she tied the note hastily to the leg of Scops and sent him off. The small owl flew as inconspicuously as possible down into the square, landing with false clumsiness at Drakoh’s feet.

[2xMachina]

Seeing the owl, Drakoh picks it up.

Seems like our friend sent us a message. It says “How are we even sure he’s in there?” I suppose we should check that?

[Elvenoutrider]

"If it is where he sleeps, we should just wait until tonight, and scout it out untill then. We shoul see him enter or leave at some point"

[mrcarter11]

Your group stakes out the compound for a 24 hour period, however you don't see the man your looking for enter or leave. However, various things give the appearance that he is in fact here.

[Elvenoutrider]

Damien gathers his allies together in a quiet corner so they can discuss their plan of attack.

"ok so we know hes in there, we need to hit him fast and hard, make sure he doesnt know whats hitting him until hes dead."

Damien points to Scrittle:

"You should discretely climb a building with a good vantage point and lend us support with your bow."

Pointing to drakoh:

"Lets get you out in the open where you can do the most damage. Im going to drive them out of the compound and right into you where you can blast them or slash them or whatever you feel appropriate"

"Im going to sneak up to the compound using an invisibility spell and set fire to it using a blast of flame, Ill remain invisible as long as i can using Area support and summoning magic."

"how do you feel about this plan?"

[2xMachina]

Sounds good, if you're sure you can set a fire in a stone place.

[Elvenoutrider]

"If anything on the inside is flammable the bunker wont be a pleasant place to be after this spell"

[Elvenoutrider]

SO are we ready for this? lets hit fast and hard.

[2xMachina]

[[Yeah, ok]]

[mrcarter11]

Ok.. Feel free. I'm still here.

[Elvenoutrider]

[waiting on soilborn]