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They had stemmed the tide somewhat, but their enemies were relentless in their attacks. Gheth leaned heavily against the statue, forcing himself through the motions of intoning prayers to the goddess.
He'd have to work quickly, but hopefully he could aid his nearby friends without exhausting himself completely. Dragonborn Fury Activated Sustain Spiritual Weapon Move Weapon to I-110 and attack (howler? rampager?) (14 damage) Daunting Light on I-110 (20 damage) (total of 34 damage) Action Point Second Wind |
But Cal had not shot the yeti at all for some reason! It just completely looked as though he had done that but actually he was talking to a halfling on the opposite side of the room! It is easy to get these things confused. And the halfling said:
"Well, alright, just as long as I get all the credit afterward." Cal forfeits 13 damage and two status effects on the yeti in order to persuade a wizard with no encounter powers left to play nice. A nat. 20 is a nat. 20! Also, removed Garr's mark from Garland since marks overwrite each other ugh what a mess Gheth's ethereal dagger twirls away from the white mage's corpse, doing a few midair flips before hurling itself at the yeti howler. Gheth is just doing some absolutely furious praying, it's just crazy. A sunbeam streams in through a crack in the ceiling and boom! Punches the yeti upside the head with a big fist made of sunlight. Everybody's like "whoa". Howler bloodied, everyone has CA against it. Hoody-hoo. Sensing its impending doom, the yeti howler rushes into the melee and issues an ear-piercing shriek. With his hearing slightly damaged by his time in the military (volunteering for the cannon brigade was a mistake), Puyet couldn't even hear such a high-pitched noise. Everyone near him seemed to be wracked by agony, though. Huh. Wimps. Piercing Shriek; Close Burst 3, +10 v. Will (I need to remember to provide you with this info more) 13 damage to Gheth, Garrmondo, Gra-fa-zut; all three bloodied (well, Garr already was) If wounded by Piercing Shriek end your next turn more than 5 squares away from Howler or take 5 thunder damage, so just kill it first okay yeah. :savepoint: Glenn 20, GFZ 19, Yeti Rampager 18, Puyet 18, Yeti Hunter 16, Black Mage 15, Cal 14, Garrmondo 6, Garland 30, Gheth 23, Yeti Howler 22 |
Seeing the Dragonborn's dagger fly over and start harassing the particularly loud yeti, Glenn takes the opportunity and runs across the room, firing a bolt into the yeti's back. He was feeling tired. Glenn hadn't even wanted to fight the halflings until the one jerk had stabbed him. And then the yetis came out of nowhere, and things had just gone from bad to worse. It had been a rough day.
move to P103 Deft Strike vs Howler - need 6 to hit 4+6+7+2 (i've been forgetting to add 2 to my sneak attack for brutal scoundrel) = 19 damage |
Puyet was revolted by the apparent weakness displayed by his comrades. The yeti was just whining a little.
"Suck it up, you damned bunch of animal crackers. :mad: Especially you, you should be healing people! Get to your job!" Use Cold Iron Shield's ability to boost Gheth's vs. Will DEF. The attack misses him. After aiding the cleric, Puyet glares at the yeti. ..."Laugh it up, fuzzball." |
"FUCKING OW," I shouted... I was hurt, but I felt the mist that had covered my eyes starting to clear. All I knew is that I wanted to get the fuck away from that damn yeti. Maybe I could fuck up the asshole that started this shit with me.
Move to O108 The guy was hurting, I had to give my new (apparent) comrades that. Maybe I could just give him that last push. I swung my blade as hard as I could. Booming Blade on Garland 14 + 9 = 23 > 21 HIT / 7 + 6 = 13 DAMAGE As my sword sank into the fuckhead's flesh, I felt a rush. ..... dammit it's happening again..... the fog, the fog the fog the fog the fog the fog WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME WHY WHYWHY WHY WHY. My sword arm struck again and again, and tears rolled down my face. I started to laugh as his blood spurted onto me with each hit. Saving roll successful, mark removed |
Puyet quickly reacts to block the... painful... sound waves from reaching Gheth's delicate ears, but he finds that he's not holding his shield and consequently can block nothing much at all. It was still on the floor next to the princess! If only someone, some cosmic overseer, had mentioned this. Several times. Mentioned it several times. That would have been very useful information for Puyet, had that happened.
Out of the immediate threat range of the yeti's awful caterwauling, Glenn easily sends a bolt flying into its open mouth. The bolt sails in cleanly, puncturing through the yeti's palate and stabbing it in the brain. The shrieking cuts off abruptly as the hairy beast collapses face-first onto the stones. Howler dead Gra-fa-zut heedlessly strides away from the yeti hunter, ignoring the beast's feeble claws as he walked away. The knight had to be dealt with. Putting all his strength behind the swing, the genasi's broadsword cleanly cleaves Garland's head from his shoulders. But that's not enough; Gra-fa-zut keeps hacking away. You have to be sure. Unwilling to actually get anywhere near the infuriated swordmage, the black mage nonetheless does his best to talk him down. Get the Flash Player to play this audio file: Claw: +13 vs AC, 1d8+3 (4) damage to Gra-fa-zut Garland dead Seeing many of its enemies bunched together, the yeti rampager decides to simply bum-rush the lot of them. With a growl the yeti puts his head down and hurtles around the statue with a vicious shoulder charge, bowling our heroes down as he passes. Trample: +9 vs Reflex, 1d8+4 (9) damage to Gra-fa-zut, Gheth, Puyet; all three knocked prone. :savepoint: Puyet 18, Yeti Hunter 16, Black Mage 15, Cal 14, Garrmondo 6, Gheth 23, Glenn 20, GFZ 19, Yeti Rampager 18 7 vs 2, guys. Wrap it up. |
Puyet was just realizing his shield was amiss, probably due to the damned fireball that landed on him, when a fucking yeti knocked him down. He was sick of these antics, and decided to just plain break some skulls.
First off, GET THE FUCK UP BCUZ I APPARENTLY LOVE SLEEPING ON STONE FLOORS Everybody move! Back up you fucking overgrown sheep. Rampager to N104. Flattening Charge on Rampager. Have a taste of your own medicine, dickhead. Charge to O105. Action point! Because sometimes, I amaze even myself! Lead the Attack! For brutal overkill! Puyet almost misses but Glenn notices how pissed off he is and decides it'd be best for him to keep his anger directed at the yeti. Glenn uses guided shot, poor yeti! :sad: 7+7 from charge. 21+7 from Lead the Attack 42 damage total. IF IF IF he's not dead, everybody had +2 to attack rolls against him AND combat advantage cuz he just got KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT@! Overall, Puyet is satisfied with the pretty red patterns he made all over the stone floor. |
Puyet leaps to his feet, tearing into the yeti rampager with a fury. He becomes a whirlwind of angry shouts and swinging hammers, and it's all Glenn can do just to point out that Puyet should, maybe, aim for center mass. The warlord doesn't stop until the yeti is bleeding on the floor. Surely someone else can finish off what's left of it.
Yeti Rampager prone, bloodied, granting +4 to hit it (unless you're attacking at range) The Yeti Hunter shambles forward, attempting to envelop Gheth in a great big hug. But Gheth rejects Hug Time, as it is kind of warm in the temple, and furthermore the yeti smells really bad. Claw: 11 damage to Gheth Through sprawled out on his back, Gra-fa-zut teleports to Gheth's aid. Sadly his furious attempt to hack the hunter off at the ankles meets with no success. :savepoint: Black Mage 15, Cal 14, Garrmondo 6, Gheth 23, Glenn 20, GFZ 19, Yeti Rampager 18, Puyet 18, Yeti Hunter 16 |
Captain Pointy-Hat is confused. Some sort of change...thing made a good point.
Oh well, his new friends seem to have shit under control. This gives Pointy-Hat a chance to pursue his other passion, SCIENCE! HYPOTHESIS: PURPLE BALL HAS REASON FOR EXISTING EXPERIMENT: PURPLE BALL DISLIKES SMOKE Move to K113 Shoot two fireballs at big purple orb thing |
Freddy decides to see what he can do with the big giant orb in the middle of the room which everyone else has been studiously ignoring. Quickly hurling two fireballs at the orb, he's startled as the sphere is easily knocked free of its raised dais. The force of Freddy's fireballs sends the orb flying into a statue just to the southwest, where it knocks Garrmondo aside and ricochets off to the northwest. Rolling past Gheth, Puyet and the downed Rampager, it strikes another statue and ricochets northeast — plowing through Gra-fa-zut and the Yeti Hunter. It bounces off a third statue, sending it back to the southeast; it hurtles past Sara and bounces over its original dais. A fourth ricochet sends it southwest, nearly falling into the vortex but missing by a few scant inches. Bouncing off the south wall, momentum carries it into a southwestern corner where it bounces past Cal and yet another statue before falling, at last, into the vortex. But the massive orb doesn't seem to fit into the halfling-sized portal in the floor; it just falls in with a ploonk and finally comes to rest, gently rattling around as the portal futilely tries to pull it through. A cacophony of agonized groans and pained whimpering echoes through the room, and Freddy can do little but stand there with his jaw hanging open in shock.
Pinball Wizard: +10 vs Reflex 17 damage to Garr (unconscious), Rampager, Gheth (unconscious), Sara (splattered like so much raspberry jam) 21 damage to Cal (critical hit, bloodied) :savepoint: Cal 14, Garrmondo 6, Gheth 23, Glenn 20, GFZ 19, Yeti Rampager 18, Puyet 18, Yeti Hunter 16, Black Mage 15 |
Wrap it up, he says.
Of all the stupid.... With allies like Freddy, who needs enemies? Oh well, there's time to dissect him later. Move to Q103 and quarry nearest yeti I can see. Spikes of the Manticore against it, +3 power bonus against -2 prone penalty. First attack hits, second probably misses. Critical hit! Yeti takes 45 damage, 5 of which is poison. Uhhh, ignore the quarry roll. Completely forgot it maxes on a crit. Let's just pretend it was the crit roll. |
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Glenn glances across the room to the little man in the corner. He feels something odd. A strange connection with him. Almost like they share the same mind. They have the same dreams and desires. They are soul mates.
Alas, he has no time to mull it over. Suddenly, his body and soul are filled with beautiful music.
Awesome costumes aside, it's time to GET DOWN TO BIZZNIZZ. Glenn briefly considers shooting Cal in the face but remembers that the powers that be might be angry with such a notion. Too bad. Fast switch to stow sword. Draw dat crossbow. Load dat crossbow Press dat lightning button on dat crossbow Shoot dat crossbow at dat yeti. Don't think I have CA but I haven't been paying attention, so 10 damage from the looks of it |
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Ugh. I hate it when that happens. First I space out and come to with gobs of flesh all over my body and THEN I get slammed across the damn room by some retarded mage. Whatever. I see a yeti, and that motherfucker's gonna get it. I stand up, screaming some syllables while I do so, turning my sword blacker than the inside of that thing's gullet.
Stand Up Enervating Slash on Yeti Hunter 9 + 11 > 17 HIT / 6 + 6 = 12 Damage |
AND SO, being gravely wounded and most repulsed with the growing stench of the dead filling the room, the yeti hunter did retreat back into the portal whence it came, all the while crying like as a little bitch does, all "Wah, Wah." Such is the nature of the yeti when sorely pressed.
G-Unit stands battered but victorious over the squalor, with bodies strewn from hell to breakfast and an extremely sheepish black mage cowering in the corner. Well, some of them aren't so much standing as... lounging. Horizontally. But they'll feel better soon enough. Victoly! 1700 XP (283 each) |
So then, Mr. Freddy. As agreed upon, you're free to go! Take all the credit you want. You totally knocked that knight down!
I... uh... assume you'll be taking (what's left of) your lady friend? The human and dragonborn were splayed most embarassingly after getting floored by a huge ball, so I massage them until they regain consciousness. Heal checks to stabilize Garrmondo and Gheth. Use 3 surges. Ally buffing thus complete, I move on to other less pressing concerns. Like conducting an inventory of war spoils. Loot time! What do we get from the Thief, Fighter, White Mage, Garland, and the yetis? Slice open yeti stomachs to see if they ate anything good. Out of the corner of my eye, I see that blue-faced genasi looking at me. Apparently he's squeamish with blood and gore. A pity - he's quite a striking fellow too. But why on Faerun did he let the yeti escape without even trying to smack it? What's he doing here, anyway, and how did he know Garr? Well, let's get to know him better. Having one more defender on my side won't hurt. Those were some wicked moves you pulled off right there. You a teleporter, right? I'm Cal A'mah, changeling of indeterminate gender from the illusory town of Rhee. Agnostic; worships Traveler as afterlife insurance. How'd you know friend Garr, and what are you doing here? Come to think about it, do you know where we are? |
Puyet peels the chunk of yeti hide from his hammer and retrieves his shield. He then notices the putzy black mages trying to make his exit.
"I think not. You're going to give us some information before you leave, you are." Puyet shakes his hammer right under the halfling's nonexistent chin. "First thing you're going to tell me is how you shave in the morning. Then you're going to tell me where the hell we are and where you came from......etc. etc." Puyet also makes a mental note to scope out the goods left on Garland and the fighter. Oh, and to pick up those gold coins that fell out of the thief's fanny pack. Double surge. Intimidate in case mage no talky Get gold and check out gear from dead dudes after extracting all the useful info from mage. |
Glenn shakes his head, trying to clear his mind. He had clearly been quite delirious for a while there, and he needed a break. Glenn retrieves his crossbow bolts the various corpses spread around the room, and sits down in a corner to rest. He was ready for a proper rest, but he thought he'd best see what his companions thought of the matter before making any executive decisions.
expend surge x2 Talk to the rest of the group regarding an extended rest. |
Freddy contemplates his further existence. What options does he have? Chill out with these annoying idiots? With...with...Cal?
Nay, that is not living. Freddy sighs. Cast Fire on self repeatedly until death http://www.vietnammemorial.com/vietn...immolation.jpg |
Well, I can't believe that yeti ran away ... whatever. The changeling was looking at me and speaking in the most annoying voice. "Could you just shut your damn mouth for a moment? I have no clue what's going on, and the ponce just ran into me. Let me rest and take a look around. Sorry. I really don't have an issue with you things, but for fuck's sake, you're annoying with the questions right after I nearly got my ass handed to me." I liked the eldarin's idea about taking a break, but I had more immediate things to worry about. First things first, I wanted to clean up. I slid sideways, shuddering with liquid and shedding the gobbets of flesh sticking to my skin. Next, I took a good look at the orb that had been so irritating.
Healing surge to full. Arcana checks on the orb and statues. Loot the fighter. |
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Cal goes through his usual practice of gathering the spoils, being significantly less finicky about looting the dead than were his companions. Aside from the ridiculous quantity of gold the thief had been hauling around, that spellbook the white mage had been holding might be useful. Despite his arrogance in battle, the fighter's rapier and chainmail were entirely mundane and unremarkable. There is a small waxed-paper packet tied to his belt, however; it's sealed with twine, and a small ink stamp on it reads simply "TENT". The little package is significantly heavier than its size would seem to indicate.
Cal flips through the late Betty's spellbook, but most of the pages are unreadable chicken-scratch or else unflattering doodles of her companions. He does find one interesting spell, and tears out the page for safekeeping. Might come in handy later. Cal also finds a rat's tail in the mage's pockets, and feels a brief twinge of regret that he and the mage had never been able to discuss their evident shared hobby in more peaceful circumstances. It takes some time to pry Garland's headless carcass out of his armor to search him for valuables. Beneath his platemail he was wearing a set of scale, and a set of chainmail beneath that. Under all the steel Garland was perhaps half the size of the imposing figure he had appeared. No wonder he could barely lift that sword of his... The sword itself is significantly more intriguing. Indeed, it had such a heft that had Garland actually hit anyone they would surely have been knocked down. Perhaps someone with the common sense to wear well-fitted armor could make more use of it. With bloody enthusiasm, Cal slices open the yeti carcasses. But alas, they'd eaten nothing interesting lately; Cal finds only some unidentifiable half-digested meat and the usual yeti spaghetti. Last but not least was the princess' crown, which had been knocked clear when the giant orb ricocheted into her and flattened her like a pancake. Loot Report: 1 Staggering Greatsword +2 500 GP (Cash) 1 golden crown (200 GP value) 1 ritual scroll: Comrades' Succor 1 tent After doing a once-over of the room himself (and being sure Cal hadn't pocketed anything), Puyet decides to interrogate the surviving mage before he can escape. The mage tells Puyet his location (though the warlord had never heard of any such place as "Coneria") and explains that they'd arrived to rescue Princess Sara, which was a mission that had obviously gone a bit pear-shaped. Attempting to daze Puyet with another fireball so he can escape, Freddy instead manages to ignite his own ridiculous straw hat. He takes his subsequent cremation very stoically, all things considered. Glenn recovers what bolts he can; some have snapped in two as a consequence of falling bodies crushing them. Rightfully suspicious of the massive orb, Gra-fa-zut examines it for any sign of arcane influences. His suspicions are confirmed immediately; when examined more than casually, the crystal sphere is practically humming with magic. Peering into the purple orb, Gra-fa-zut spies upon such strange and baffling visions... A flying ship, half-buried beneath desert sands A terrifying machine of war, tramping about restlessly within a floating citadel A many-armed demon sulking in the lowest recesses of a volcanic cavern A flaming meteor, falling from the sky toward a decrepit old temple surrounded by forests This last image struck the genasi as particularly relevant to his own fortunes, somehow. Gra-fa-zut also examines the room's many statues for any sign of magecraft, but they seem more or less mundane. Of the six humanoid statues, 4 of them closely resembled what the halfling attackers might have looked like had they been human or elven (some of the statues bore the tapered ears of the fey folk, but some did not) instead. How peculiar. The other two statues depict a stocky human monk and an elf clad in great finery — his cloak and ostentatious hat must have taken more time to carve than all the crude snakes and gargoyles around the room put together. Garrmondo struggles to his feet, and as Glenn yanks the last salvageable bolt free of a yeti skull his sharp ears overhear a faint roaring sound — not like the roar of a beast, but something much like the sound of a great bonfire merrily crackling away. The sound is gradually getting louder, though no one but Glenn seems to notice it yet. Perhaps Cal would have heard it first — the changeling's senses also seem fairly sharp — but he was currently up to his shoulders into a yeti torso. With a cry of joy, Cal's gore-soaked arm snakes free of the carcass and holds up his trophy: he'd found the wishbone. Skex I'm assuming you haven't changed your mind in the last month; if so let me know |
The half-orc does not seem to trust me. This wounds me a bit - have I not followed every single one of the warlord's orders during battle? When he told me to finish the thief, I finished him. When he ordered the white mage's death, only the halfling's preternatural luck saved her from my arrows. Yes, his distrust is misplaced, for Cal A'mah is the most trustworthy changeling who ever adventured!
Take: 100 GP, Tent (cart), Rat tail, Yeti wishbone Harvest: 1x Yeti Howler head (cart), 1x Yeti Rampager foot (cart) Transfer from cart: 18 arrows, 1 flask containing black pudding After doing what I normally do after a battle, I join the genasi in staring at the orb. It must be quite fascinating to behold. "What do you see?" I asked the Genasi, who appears to have turned a shade of crimson after viewing the ball. |
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