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Post by tmao on Jul 14, 2016 23:23:36 GMT
You all have a dream of looking at constelation of rabbit under a peacefull sky
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Post by chris107 on Jul 15, 2016 7:56:17 GMT
The peaceful sky of our dreams is shattered! A mighty lightning bolt (no doubt sent by Orlanth as a warning) wakes all including our guards who it seems were ensorcled in magical slumber. The scene is that of nightmare, illuminated by the flickering storm a thing of Chaos is among us! Vile and putrid like a huge scorpion with a human head and torso in a great pincer it has Llars Bluehand one of the mercenaries he strikes feebly before crying out, the pincers cutting him in half at the waiste. The thing glows with the pale light of unholy rune magic.... "To arms!"
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Post by chris107 on Jul 15, 2016 8:05:13 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2016 8:25:23 GMT
The squirrel goes "EEEP!" and starts furiously poking the nose of Kelkel who is sleeping off a huge hangover. But unfortunately the trickster stubbornly refuses to wake up. The critter facepalms hard. Then it begins casting a spell. (OOC: unfocused Fireblade on Sigurd's sword from the skwerl, so it will be released next round - Hfz_UW0z1d100 )
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Post by tmao on Jul 15, 2016 11:26:18 GMT
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Story Teller goes behind warriors and begins to concentrate on spell. He is gathering energy around him and he holds his hands out as if they are holding a ball, the crackle of power is palipable, he is sweating profusly under much strain.d100
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Post by tmao on Jul 18, 2016 12:27:39 GMT
Story Teller falls to his knees and continues to concentrate. As the sweat pours off him, a ball of wind is starting to form between his hands as a light breeze surrounds him and blows his hair and clothes. He wonders out loud"Where are the warriors!"
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Post by chris107 on Jul 18, 2016 22:49:03 GMT
Sorry was waiting for spell. Likely it's strike rank will go before warriors grab weapons and move.
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Post by chris107 on Jul 19, 2016 9:06:13 GMT
Drat! Can wait no longer as I need to get out into my little garden.
The foul creature feasts on the grizzly remains of the mercenary. Several members of the caravan flee into the dark night. To the head of the column the Goldentounge can be seen surrounded by a halo of light as he casts his Rune Magic to protect the goods. Sigurd races towards the she-devil, unarmoured but with his shield held high. Suddenly his great sword bursts into magical flame as he charges home...
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Post by chris107 on Jul 19, 2016 9:22:26 GMT
The Scorpionman tries at first to drive him off using her Demoralization battle magic but his 17 Pow easily overcomes her 11. The flaming bastard sword crashes home on the next Strike Rank. A fair roll of 56 bypassing the things crude Deffence. However with a Parry Roll of 20 her spear takes the force of the blow saving her from damage but sundering the weapon to matchwood. She strikes with the poisoned stinger which goes wide on a 59 (phew) then strikes twice with her pincers. 46 - miss! And 14 Sigurd desperately tries to get his shield in the way and succeeds on a fine roll of 30. The huge pincer closes crushing the shield for 9 points. Not enough to break it! Next round sees two of the other Mercs appear and hurl their javelins. 88 and a 23 one hits and thanks to his strength the missile punctures the armour on one of her many legs! Sigurd lunges again (41) this time the huge flaming blade shears straight through armour and claw alike 9+3+11 - 22 points of damage less 4 for her tough chitin and the pincer flies off into the night, still clicking horribly. Almost dead she turns to scuttle away after easier pray only to be finished off by a Disruption spell from Biturian. It would seem we have survived our first encounter without loosing a limb!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2016 11:28:49 GMT
The squirrel pumps his tiny fist.
And then he bites Kelkel in the nose, to finally wake him up from the drunken stupor. The trikcster yelps, rolls to the left and falls off the wagon with a loud thud.
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Post by chris107 on Jul 20, 2016 7:55:18 GMT
We burned the thing. I doubt if anything will grow there again, even the earth is corrupted by Chaos. Biturian was pleased that the trade goods were untouched and gave each of us a stone jar of fermented bison milk. That rodent has more about it than meets the eye. I swear sometimes it could talk. We all laughed as it bit the drunk and he fell off the cart! We were all pleased to move along towards Laca. As the day wore on we crested a high hill and dimly in the far distance could see the darkness that is the Castle of Lead. Tonight we make camp with another caravan, this one heading South. They have many guards including a Storm Kahn so we need fear no evil at least. No doubt much drinking will take place! Sigurd Halgrimson Dagori Inkarth Freezeday, Fertility Week - Fire Season
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2016 8:40:27 GMT
Among the members of the other caravan is a man dressed in brutally loud colours, and all sorts of trinkets tied to his messy long hair. When Kelkel notices the man, he dashes towards him and the duo engages in what seems to be some sort of weird ritualistic dance.
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Post by chris107 on Jul 20, 2016 9:30:43 GMT
The gathered travellers whoop and clap at this spectacular display. Biturian creates another Holy Market hedging the caravans around this time with boar tusks topped with true stone. The fermented bison milk is passed readily from hand to hand and a silver dish of the potent brew is placed down for the squirrel who seems to be becoming a favourite among the guards since the dreadful battle the night before. A merchant from Corflu sacrifices a pig to Issairies and the party begins in earnest.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2016 16:49:02 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2016 17:21:06 GMT
The celebration continues far into the night and all is well.
At least until the first rays of the hangover sun hit the sleeping and the passed out. The guard of the final watch of the night looks mighty scared as people start waking up around him. He barely manages to speak, stuttering out two shocking facts - the Storm Kahn's mighty iron battle-axe is missing. And so are both tricksters.
You suspect something bad is going to happen once someone dares to wake the Stormbull up.
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Post by chris107 on Jul 20, 2016 22:01:10 GMT
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Post by chris107 on Jul 21, 2016 8:36:05 GMT
It started like a distant rumble of thunder. Then the storm broke! The wrath of Barzaad Storm Kahn was terrifying to behold. Folks fled in every direction preferring the unknown dangers of the wilds to the raging Stormbull berserker. He knocked one of the Praxian mercenaries to the ground with one punch, crumpling his bronze helmet into the bargain and taking a sword from the unconscious man set about chopping up anything close to hand. Biturian and a few brave souls including Talor and Sigurd banded together to try to restrain this terrible force of nature. Finally it was a Chalana Arroy woman, Muricane Ninefinger who sang a song of comfort and calmed him enough to make peace. Biturean is a shrewd fellow however and he sought out the Squirel. Using mind speech he offered a tiny magical wizard's garment to the rodent for information that would lead to the Trixter pair.
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Post by chris107 on Jul 21, 2016 8:37:31 GMT
Barzaad Storm Kahn
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2016 11:12:41 GMT
The squirrel knows the general whereabouts of Kelkel due to the mindlink between the spirit and the trickster. It tells about the hill on a meadow to the west, with a weird stone.
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Post by chris107 on Jul 23, 2016 13:14:07 GMT
Biturean is delighted with this helps and shows the Squirrel the tiny robe skilfully embroidered with a Mobity Matrix. It also offers 3 point protection on all locations. However he wags his finger and puts it back into his belt pouch. "Once we have the axe..."
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Post by chris107 on Jul 23, 2016 13:15:34 GMT
The group chosen to go to the meadow in search of the hapless pair are. Talor the Aggorite Squirel Muricane the Healer Steadfast Roark one of the Mercs who has some skill in tracking and Sigurd Halgrimsun
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2016 17:48:35 GMT
The squirrel jumps on the shoulder of Steadfast Roark to help him find the correct path. After a while the group find themselves on the edge of a meadow. At the center is a small hill with a standing stone at the top. After a while of observing, some movement is seen near the big obelisk - a humanoid shape with the head of a ram approaches the hilltop.
Broo filth.
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Post by chris107 on Jul 24, 2016 17:55:18 GMT
A little like Keystone cops they come up short trying to hide but tumble all over each other. As they disentangle themselves the sharp eyes of the healer scans the area near the Broo for any others that may be hidden (roll 10).
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2016 6:42:06 GMT
Productivity struck, so I've been a bit preoccupied this week. Now off to the local con, should be back to posting games business tomorrow (or sunday, if Mr. H.Over strikes too bad).
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 9:36:27 GMT
As the group of pursuers observes the hill, they see four more broo climb on the hill:
An armoured warrior with shaggy wool and and head of a sheep, wearing an eyepatch. A robed and hunchbacked retard with the antlers of a moose. An evil looking hogman with a long spear. A short, greasy man with bear arms wearing Red, White and Blue rags.
Halfway between the edge of the forest and the hill, hiding in shoulder high bush you see your two tricksters - obviously arguing about something. They are accompanied by a cow - the axe of the Stormkhan is tied to the back of the cow and runes of Death, Air, and Beast have been hastily painted on its side with red paint. The cow looks nonplussed.
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