Razorback's Strange Aeons - In Search of Sanity

[Ghostfoot]

Hazel

Oh wait, They're not dead?! "Wake up, dammit!" Hazel kicks out at her nearest fallen ally, the other halfling, trying to jostle him awake.

[razorback]

Hazel, putting a booted foot ungently into the fallen halfing, has a satisfied grin as she hears a gasp and Toby's eyes snap open. The creature, however, aware of what she has done, looks back and sees the other halfling stirring. He lashes out at both Hazel and Lizbeth, but its wild attempt to distract, both claws go wide and miss each target. It howls, spittle running down its chin, as anger chills your bones.

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Selena and Toby can act this round but is in range to provoke.

[Ghostfoot]

Hazel

Seeing the fallen two stirring but in danger Hazel tries to wrench the creature back from them, spitting and clawing at it as she does...

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Standard: Reposition (1d20+7)[13] (+1 BAB, +4 CMB, +2 Deft Maneuvers) vs (1d20)[11]+CMD?
Immediate (if attacked): Dodging Panache +3 dodge to AC, move 5ft

Hazel Holt
F CG Human (Chelaxian) Cavalier (Daring Champion), Level 1, Init 4, HP 13/13, Speed 30ft
AC 19, Touch 14, Flat-footed 15, CMD 16, Fort 4, Ref 4, Will -2, CMB +2, Base Attack Bonus 1
Rapier +5 (+1 BAB, +4 Dex) (1d6+4, 18-20/ x2)
Dagger +5 (+1 BAB, +4 Dex) (1d4+4, 19-20/ x2)
Chain Shirt Armour, Buckler (+4 Armor, +1 Shield, +4 Dex)
Abilities Str 12, Dex 18, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 7, Cha 16
Condition
Bless: +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saving throws against fear effects

[razorback]

The creature, seeing the others stirring, takes a small step back as it catches the female halfling turning to stand. Raking it's claws under her neck, both hands connect and eviscerate her neck as her body collapses, a small red pool beginning to form under the fallen body.

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Hazel and Lizbeth are up.

[PeacefulOak]

Lizbeth

Taking a careful step backwards, Lizbeth draws a deep breath and focuses on her tattoo. A crystal forms in the palm of her hand, a rose-colored crystal in the exact shape of the tattoo she has been drawing strength from throughout this conflict. A deep breath in, and on the exhale her arm lashes forward sending the crystal flying towards the beast.

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(1d20+3)[11] to hit for (1d3)[3] divine damage

[Ghostfoot]

Hazel

Oh this is not going well at all. But it's not the end of me! Hazel strikes out again.

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Standard: Dagger (1d20+5)[9], damage (1d4+4)[7]
Immediate (if attacked): Dodging Panache +3 dodge to AC, move 5ft

Hazel Holt
F CG Human (Chelaxian) Cavalier (Daring Champion), Level 1, Init 4, HP 13/13, Speed 30ft
AC 19, Touch 14, Flat-footed 15, CMD 16, Fort 4, Ref 4, Will -2, CMB +2, Base Attack Bonus 1
Rapier +5 (+1 BAB, +4 Dex) (1d6+4, 18-20/ x2)
Dagger +5 (+1 BAB, +4 Dex) (1d4+4, 19-20/ x2)
Chain Shirt Armour, Buckler (+4 Armor, +1 Shield, +4 Dex)
Abilities Str 12, Dex 18, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 7, Cha 16
Condition
None

[razorback]

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Sorry, guys, but first day off since Father's day. Should be fairly back on track.

The creature laughs its licks the blood of its bloody fingers, dodging both blows aimed it it. The flying crystal goes wide and Hazel uses the opportunity to lunge forward, almost catching a set of raking claws for her effort. The creature circles a bit but its quarry is more canny than that, trying to keep it between the pair. Toby, trying to keep silent, can be heard calling out a bubbling cry as he curls up.

[Ghostfoot]

Hazel

Circling the creature she lashes out again.

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Standard: Dagger (1d20+5)[7], damage (1d4+4)[7]
Immediate (if attacked): Dodging Panache +3 dodge to AC, move 5ft

I confess I am at a loss as to what else to do.

Hazel Holt
F CG Human (Chelaxian) Cavalier (Daring Champion), Level 1, Init 4, HP 13/13, Speed 30ft
AC 19, Touch 14, Flat-footed 15, CMD 16, Fort 4, Ref 4, Will -2, CMB +2, Base Attack Bonus 1
Rapier +5 (+1 BAB, +4 Dex) (1d6+4, 18-20/ x2)
Dagger +5 (+1 BAB, +4 Dex) (1d4+4, 19-20/ x2)
Chain Shirt Armour, Buckler (+4 Armor, +1 Shield, +4 Dex)
Abilities Str 12, Dex 18, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 7, Cha 16
Condition
None

[PeacefulOak]

Lizbeth

Panting with heavy breaths, the priestess sends another shard of crystal flying at the enemy before stepping back in, trying to offer her ally a chance to find an opening.

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Yay level 1... wiff wiff wiff!

(1d20+3)[14] to hit for (1d3)[1] divine damage

[razorback]

The creature, with obvious disdain for Hazels blow as it turns it aside with little effort, walks to the fallen Toby and viciously finishes him off before turning back to Hazel and Lizbeth, a grin on its face as its wounds are nearly healed.

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I confess I am at a loss as to what else to do.

Well, everyone, including the DM, are rolling pretty badly. I imagine that this will change soon. The question is, in whose favor?

[Ghostfoot]

Hazel

Groaning at the callousness with which the thing just executed the poor halfling Hazel tries to slash at it once again.

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Standard: Dagger (1d20+5)[14], damage (1d4+4)[7]
Immediate (if attacked): Dodging Panache +3 dodge to AC, move 5ft

[razorback]

The creature dodges the blow from Hazel, before turning quickly to Lizbeth as both claw rake, drawing blood and cries of pain.

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Lizbeth takes 11 points of damage.

[Ghostfoot]

Hazel

Grrr Iris deflates a little as the other woman falls. "C'mon then you sorry excuse for a -" she lunges

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Standard: Dagger (1d20+5)[11], damage (1d4+4)[6]
Immediate (if attacked): Dodging Panache +3 dodge to AC, move 5ft

[razorback]

The creature easily evades Hazel's attack, sensing fear, lashes out with both claws. The first Hazel is able to dodge but the second scores as a rent appears in her leg, blood gushing.

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Hazel takes 7

[Ghostfoot]

Hazel

She grits her teeth as the thing lands a nasty blow. Feeling the tide turn against her she nevertheless steels herself and lashes out again.

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Standard: Dagger (1d20+5)[11], damage (1d4+4)[8]
Immediate (if attacked): Dodging Panache +3 dodge to AC, move 5ft

[Hazel Holt
F CG Human (Chelaxian) Cavalier (Daring Champion), Level 1, Init 4, HP 6/13, Speed 30ft
AC 19, Touch 14, Flat-footed 15, CMD 16, Fort 4, Ref 4, Will -2, CMB +2, Base Attack Bonus 1
Rapier +5 (+1 BAB, +4 Dex) (1d6+4, 18-20/ x2)
Dagger +5 (+1 BAB, +4 Dex) (1d4+4, 19-20/ x2)
Chain Shirt Armour, Buckler (+4 Armor, +1 Shield, +4 Dex)
Abilities Str 12, Dex 18, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 7, Cha 16
Condition

[razorback]

The creature cackles at Hazel as she misses and he hisses something in a gutteral, simultaneously high and low pitched voice, some harsh language that leaves her sense awash with an almost ringing in her ear as the creature launches into another attack. Her daring allows her to block the blows, narrowly keeping death at bay as the razor sharp claws come within a breath of her face.

[Ghostfoot]

Hazel

As long as she's still alive, she's still fighting. Hazel stabs and slashes again.

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Standard: Dagger (1d20+5)[17], damage (1d4+4)[6]

Hazel Holt
F CG Human (Chelaxian) Cavalier (Daring Champion), Level 1, Init 4, HP 6/13, Speed 30ft
AC 19, Touch 14, Flat-footed 15, CMD 16, Fort 4, Ref 4, Will -2, CMB +2, Base Attack Bonus 1
Rapier +5 (+1 BAB, +4 Dex) (1d6+4, 18-20/ x2)
Dagger +5 (+1 BAB, +4 Dex) (1d4+4, 19-20/ x2)
Chain Shirt Armour, Buckler (+4 Armor, +1 Shield, +4 Dex)
Abilities Str 12, Dex 18, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 7, Cha 16
Condition

[razorback]

The creature nimbly dodges Hazel's blow again while Hazel, in return, manages to keep from being hit from either raking attack. As it misses, it growls out in anger as it fails to connect.

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Sorry, I thought I had replied to this. Should be over soon.

Been a crazy month or two. Older brother had a stroke, doing better. He sent a text earlier and has movement back in his hand. Started a new job a couple of weeks ago and finally settling in, so life should be smoother moving forward and time to catch up on games.

[Ghostfoot]

Hazel

Starting to weary, Hazel circles about and looks for another opportunity to strike.

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Standard: Dagger (1d20+5)[11], damage (1d4+4)[7]

Hazel Holt
F CG Human (Chelaxian) Cavalier (Daring Champion), Level 1, Init 4, HP 6/13, Speed 30ft
AC 19, Touch 14, Flat-footed 15, CMD 16, Fort 4, Ref 4, Will -2, CMB +2, Base Attack Bonus 1
Rapier +5 (+1 BAB, +4 Dex) (1d6+4, 18-20/ x2)
Dagger +5 (+1 BAB, +4 Dex) (1d4+4, 19-20/ x2)
Chain Shirt Armour, Buckler (+4 Armor, +1 Shield, +4 Dex)
Abilities Str 12, Dex 18, Con 14, Int 12, Wis 7, Cha 16
Condition

[razorback]

The creature, laughing at Hazel's feeble attack, steps back as it waves its hand in an intricate pattern as it barks something out, disappearing in the process.

[razorback]

Hazel thrusts viciously but the toothy creature manages to dodge the blow, returning the attack with two raking claws, one finding skin the flows. Life's blood flowing, she feels weakness and lightheadedness overcoming her but she valiantly struggles on. Making a double slash in an X motion, she nearly catches it again but only some of its wrappings, cut in two, drifts slowly to the ground as the creature launches into another assault but failing to find purchase, Hazel blocking and dodging. Seeing the creature unbalanced, she tries to launch into another attack, but her own balance is off and it proves to be her undoing. She lunges forward and the creature, faster than one would think possible, rakes again and finding her exposed neck. Collapsing as he tries to stop the flow, she sees the creature come walking above her with a barking laugh as it then says something uncomprehensible, causing her mind to hurt at the words. It plunges its claws into her chest as darkness overtakes her...

[Ghostfoot]

Curse the gods! Darkness claims her...

[razorback]

Pain... pain and darkness is all you know for some indefinite time. The pain lessens as the fog disappates and each of you becomes aware that you are lying down, uncomfortably, in a cramped cell. 4 others lay besides you in a disheveled manor as you become aware of a sound... a voice that cries out.
"Wake up! Wake up, curse you, you dogs!" cries out a mans voice as you turn towards it and you realize you are in a cell with the others and the man is on a table. Tied down, by the look of it. Another figure comes into view, wearing a doctors coat... with blood smeared all about it as he inspects the tied down mans wounds before going back to a sideboard as the doctor picks up and inspects one blade, shakes his head before putting down then picks up another. Then, with a casual and almost half-awareness of his action, the doctor takes the blade and draws it across the tied down man's thigh as blood gushes from the wound and the man cries out in pain that turns into a blubbering whimper as the doctor turns his back to you and you see his arm work and more cries from the tied down man.
You realize the bodies of 2 halflings, eyes wide and hair turned white, lay next to you but no motion or breath seems to come from either.

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All of you are crammed in the cell that lies between G/I-1/2.
The doctor is standing at I-3

[infomatic]

"Hells!" Ellia's eyes fly open at the man's shout. Her eyes go wide with confusion and half-remembered panic as she sits up suddenly, hands groping for a chest wound she knows is there — and yet it is not there.

It had seemed so real … No, it WAS real, those two are sitting right there! She stares at Rirri's throat, which had been torn out the last time she saw it.

She tastes bile in the back of her mouth, mixed with something a bit … tart? She can't remember. Either way it's not a great taste, and she spits reflexively.

Then she sees the man helpless the table, and the knife … she throws herself backward, crab-style, knocking into someone she can't see, her hands grabbing again at something to protect herself.

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Do we have equipment?

[Mizu_Makura]

"Weeze....*cough*, *cough*.....~GASP~!" Ruyle wakes with a startled look on his face. Trying to catch his breath, he looks around him seeing the familiar faces from the dream he had found himself in. The Halflings do not look awake....But these others had helped him while they were chased...What is going on here, jail cells? Ruyle gives himself a once over, seeing his cherished clasped jacket now covered in dirt and grime from being crammed in this dingy cell. He feels as though he could cast some spells, like little tingles on the tips of his fingers....

The screaming man's words finally catch Ruyle off guard as he turns his attention to the flaying being done right in front of their eyes. Some form of ritual? Or was this 'doctor' just psychotic? All he knows is he must get out of this cell because he sure doesn't want to stay here and possibly be the next patient on that table, so he eyes the man in the doctor's coat hoping to find any sign of keys; that is if this man was even the one who had crammed us all in here.

Ruyle does his best to softly whisper to the others, "Hey, don't I recognize you all? What's goin- actually you all probably know as little as I do right now huh?"

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Perception check hoping to find some keys :) (1d20+3)[6]

[Foryn Gilnith]

Herren awakens with a start, his eyes flashing with anger at the remnants of pain that yet flare over his (closed? healed? healthy?) neck. His hands snap to his waist at the sight of the doctor's blade, reaching for a weapon that isn't there - and his anger turns to a panicked, cold sweat as he realizes this defiance might have made his unarmed and unarmored self into a target. For better or for ill, though, the doctor seems content to ignore this cell and continue his dark ministrations toward the man strapped to the table, and a wave of guilt washes over Herren as his adrenaline cools and he has a chance to look over the others in the cell.

"Nothing... I know nothing." He murmurs in response to Ruyle.

[hexed666]

Sweat slicks the brown curls that cling to Rirri's pale face, every twist and shudder she makes causes the metal studded leather wrapped around her short form to creak and click. Her hand jerks up to clasp at her throat before with a back arching gasp her blue eyes fly open and she sits upright. Wide eyes stare at nothing as she shakes, one hand clutching her throat while the other blindly gropes at her side finding nothing.

The voices and cries filling the air eventually draw her attention, gaze focusing and breath slowly evening out. "Too dark. Too much... not known." She takes a deep breath before slowly standing up, form swaying before she steadies herself. "Far too much is unknown. Strange mists... little light... And a crazed doctor."

There's a bit of a stagger to her steps as Rirri makes her way to the halflings, a hand pressing against each one's forehead after she checks on them. Standing back up she casts her gaze around the cell before making her way to the bars "Of all the days... to not twine the ghost's hand in my mind."

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That doctor is creepy.

Perception check for anything that could be used as a weapon within the cell (1d20+1)[20]






Rirri human Hexcrafter Staff Magus 1 NG
HP 10 / 10 Speed ft Init 5 AC 14 Fort 4 Ref 1 Will 2 CMB +3 BAB 0
Unarmed Strike +3 (1d3+3, x2)
Str 16 (3) Dex 12 (1) Con 14 (2) Wis 10 (0) Int 18 (4) Cha 8 (-1)

[Ghostfoot]

Hazel

"What the Hells..." mumbles Hazel to her self, blinking her crusted eyes open. Oh, really. This just gets worse.

She rolls free from the tumble of stirring bodies and settles into a crouch thoughts focused on the immediate. That ain't right. As the others mumble hushed whispers she sneaks toward the 'doctor' and his patient to get a better look.

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Stealth (1d20+1)[13]
Perception (1d20-2)[10]

Move & grab any obvious weapon.

[PeacefulOak]

Lizbeth

The blond-haired human girl wakens with a groan, pressing her hands to her throat to stop the... bleeding? No... not dead. A dream then? But this... She turns her arm, the vivid birthmark of a rose and road on her arm stark against her pale skin.

Something within her pushes her forward against the bars, arm outstretched. "Hey, stop! Leave him alone, he's had enough!"

[razorback]

With a dread fascination, the group looks about for some means of escape but their eyes keep being drawn back to the torture unfolding before them. The doctor seems oblivous to what is going on the cell, attention drawn to the small wounds he is creating in the writhing man. The doctor moves about, make small cuts or pinching skin, sometimes reaching down to smell the man's skin and blood.

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There are no weapons or tools you can make out inside the cell or somewhere you can reach.

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You notice the doctor has a ring of keys tied to his belt but he is slightly out of reach of you or anyone else trapped in the cell.