((Not sure if the belly is exposed, but the attack is from behind, so there may be a +2 bonus, changing that 14 [fail] to 16 [hit!]))
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Dragon's Egg - Act II
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Sparkie
Dark Lord
With Baldhart looking a bit better, I again move to attack. I grasp my blade with both hands, reach back behind my head, and stab at this overgrown newt with all my strength...
Oy, I suck.
Oy, I suck.
Phietadix
Shadow Lord
After throwing my javelin, the area had been blocked out by the party, I can not see if it hit. (Either Steerpike didn't mention it, or I didn't see where he mentioned,) I stare blankly for a few seconds, wondering what happend. Focus, I need to focus. There is none in danger that need to be lead back, no complex part of the code, just your own lack of foucs. I see that the battle has progressed. It is time I chargerd in. Heading to the weakest part I can reach, I charge the creature.
My attack does nothing. Still, it may at least be a distraction.
My attack does nothing. Still, it may at least be a distraction.
SeverinR
Valar Lord
Checking in,
I see no new posts, then I realize we are waiting for GM response.
Most others we can work around, but Its hard to work around him.
If I knew the beast was still alice, I would swing again. (oops typo, it might be alice, but its not the Alice)
[Should be alive, 1 key off.]
I see no new posts, then I realize we are waiting for GM response.
Most others we can work around, but Its hard to work around him.
If I knew the beast was still alice, I would swing again. (oops typo, it might be alice, but its not the Alice)
[Should be alive, 1 key off.]
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((Matthew's javelin attack from an earlier round did hit the creature)).
The monster hisses, raising up on its middle and hind legs, waving its tail in an attempt to knock Algernon away, but it is no use. Algernon is in too close and has a grip on the creature's body. He tries to flip it over, but the creature is too heavy.
Darin takes another swing with his hammer, bellowing in dwarven fashion as he brings the weapon down toward the beastie:
Darin's Attack [1d20+2] = 8+2 = 10
He curses as the hammer deflects off of one of the creature's legs as it thrashes.
Cadell rushes forward, scrambling nimbly up the creatures back, using his legs to maintain hold of the beast since he grips a sword in his one good arm. He drives the point downward, and it stabs into the hide of the creature. With the monster's thrashing, though, the angle was wrong, and though the sword cut through the beast's hide it doesn't appear to have gone deep enough to draw blood.
Other party members rush in to attack. Mauve, in her fish-demon form, engages the thing head on, but with its frantic movements as it tries to address all of the enemies gathered around it, she can't get a good shot in and ends up missing the creature. Rydh, coming in from the side, also misses, and one of the creature's middle legs takes a half-hearted kick toward him. Easily avoided. Matthew charges forward, and though he misses he adds further to the increasing bewilderment of the creature as it tries to determine who to focus on.
Baldhart drives her sword into the beast, splitting hide and spraying blood, and Nodrick's arrow slices across one of the creature's thighs.
The beast raises up fully onto its hind legs, its head nearly brushing the cavern ceiling as it rises. Algnernon still holds its lower section, and the beast twists that way, forcing Cadell to leap free, the monster's eyes focusing on the barbarian even as it continues to bleed profusely.
Before it can attack, Ankari's arrow streaks across the open space between himself and the beast, catching on its underside, between its two foremost legs. The arrow digs deep, leaving only the fletching exposed. The creature's jaw snaps shut and it straightens its spine, first two pair of legs shooting out to the side. Deep red blood spurts from the new wound and the thing's bowels evacuate, filling the chamber with a foul odor emanating from the general vicinity of where Algernon holds the creature.
With a wheeze of air escaping its lungs, the giant beast pitches straight backward, Mauve having to kick away with her webbed feet to avoid being crushed. It hits the water with a splash, its head going fully under, body shuddering for a moment more before going slack.
The monster hisses, raising up on its middle and hind legs, waving its tail in an attempt to knock Algernon away, but it is no use. Algernon is in too close and has a grip on the creature's body. He tries to flip it over, but the creature is too heavy.
Darin takes another swing with his hammer, bellowing in dwarven fashion as he brings the weapon down toward the beastie:
Darin's Attack [1d20+2] = 8+2 = 10
He curses as the hammer deflects off of one of the creature's legs as it thrashes.
Cadell rushes forward, scrambling nimbly up the creatures back, using his legs to maintain hold of the beast since he grips a sword in his one good arm. He drives the point downward, and it stabs into the hide of the creature. With the monster's thrashing, though, the angle was wrong, and though the sword cut through the beast's hide it doesn't appear to have gone deep enough to draw blood.
Other party members rush in to attack. Mauve, in her fish-demon form, engages the thing head on, but with its frantic movements as it tries to address all of the enemies gathered around it, she can't get a good shot in and ends up missing the creature. Rydh, coming in from the side, also misses, and one of the creature's middle legs takes a half-hearted kick toward him. Easily avoided. Matthew charges forward, and though he misses he adds further to the increasing bewilderment of the creature as it tries to determine who to focus on.
Baldhart drives her sword into the beast, splitting hide and spraying blood, and Nodrick's arrow slices across one of the creature's thighs.
The beast raises up fully onto its hind legs, its head nearly brushing the cavern ceiling as it rises. Algnernon still holds its lower section, and the beast twists that way, forcing Cadell to leap free, the monster's eyes focusing on the barbarian even as it continues to bleed profusely.
Before it can attack, Ankari's arrow streaks across the open space between himself and the beast, catching on its underside, between its two foremost legs. The arrow digs deep, leaving only the fletching exposed. The creature's jaw snaps shut and it straightens its spine, first two pair of legs shooting out to the side. Deep red blood spurts from the new wound and the thing's bowels evacuate, filling the chamber with a foul odor emanating from the general vicinity of where Algernon holds the creature.
With a wheeze of air escaping its lungs, the giant beast pitches straight backward, Mauve having to kick away with her webbed feet to avoid being crushed. It hits the water with a splash, its head going fully under, body shuddering for a moment more before going slack.
Nihal
Valar Lord
"I'm luckier than I thought!" is the first thing going through my head as I drag myself out of the way of the dying monster. The second, "Gods be dammed, I need ai—water!" makes me jump in the lake again, my gills eagerly sucking the dark water as I dive. With the thrill from the battle dying other concerns take over my mind. I glance at my hands and body.
Temporary. Must be. Has to be!
I swim back to the surface, poking the top of my head out of the water, only enough to have my eyes out and watch the others. I believed it would be hard to look any uglier than I was already.
Now I play the waiting game.
Temporary. Must be. Has to be!
I swim back to the surface, poking the top of my head out of the water, only enough to have my eyes out and watch the others. I believed it would be hard to look any uglier than I was already.
Now I play the waiting game.
"Where are the berries Hiljikki left us? I could use a few."
(If the party allows, Baldy eats until she is well. (6 eaten, 8 left))
I look out to Mauve. "If you think it's safe to venture out there, Mauve… do you think you can push the boat and kick? Of course, I prefer to have an oar in case you turn back."
I gather her cloak, and I wring out the upper part of my mauve gown, which might fit her like a slip when she goes back to normal.
"Mauve… if you can will yourself back, or even if you must wait for the transformation to end, I have clothing for you." I show her my mauve gown. "Fitting color—it's mauve! Too bad you're not my size—I mean, now you are but… never mind. I'll see that you're covered up when you turn back. And you will turn back."
She did well, Nissa. I hope a valkyrie noticed.
I did, Baldy. So did you.
Well, what makes you so certain she'll outlive me?
A moment ago you seemed certain you wouldn't.
Yeah… well, what else can a lady expect when a giant beast tries to devour her?
(If the party allows, Baldy eats until she is well. (6 eaten, 8 left))
I look out to Mauve. "If you think it's safe to venture out there, Mauve… do you think you can push the boat and kick? Of course, I prefer to have an oar in case you turn back."
I gather her cloak, and I wring out the upper part of my mauve gown, which might fit her like a slip when she goes back to normal.
"Mauve… if you can will yourself back, or even if you must wait for the transformation to end, I have clothing for you." I show her my mauve gown. "Fitting color—it's mauve! Too bad you're not my size—I mean, now you are but… never mind. I'll see that you're covered up when you turn back. And you will turn back."
She did well, Nissa. I hope a valkyrie noticed.
I did, Baldy. So did you.
Well, what makes you so certain she'll outlive me?
A moment ago you seemed certain you wouldn't.
Yeah… well, what else can a lady expect when a giant beast tries to devour her?
Ireth
Mythic Scribe
As the monster roars and thrashes under various attacks from all sides, I cling to its body with my legs. It twists around rearward, and the motion forces me to leap away. I launch myself backward, dropping my sword and remembering too late the black lake behind me. Oh, cach--
((Adding 2 to that 'cause Steerpike said so, making that a 14. Well, water *is* kinda soft if you don't fall from too high...))
I hit the water with a splash and go under, with just enough time to take a breath. The icy water shocks me, numbs my limbs, and my armor weighs me down. I struggle blindly, clawing with my good arm and kicking with both legs. How far down am I? Is anyone there to save me? How long can I hold my breath?
((Adding 2 to that 'cause Steerpike said so, making that a 14. Well, water *is* kinda soft if you don't fall from too high...))
I hit the water with a splash and go under, with just enough time to take a breath. The icy water shocks me, numbs my limbs, and my armor weighs me down. I struggle blindly, clawing with my good arm and kicking with both legs. How far down am I? Is anyone there to save me? How long can I hold my breath?
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Shouldering the bow, I move to the carcass and inspect its skin. The thing showed considerable resistance against damage. The sheer size of the beast means enough hide could be salvaged for armor. I pull the axe from my waist and set to the grisly task.
"This will take some time. Think not I seek the skin for myself. Whoever needs it, will get it. Consider it a token of my newfound restraint." I smile, picturing the way the others will digest the words.
My smile deepens as I recall the predicament of the mage. What a wonder, that she reacted as swiftly as she had to keep from drowning in the poisonous air. Mages are curious by nature, children mesmerized by the dancing flame. They rush forward, only to grimace in pain when reality collides with wonder. I hope she has learned caution. Rather, I hope she learned a degree of caution. The distinction clear.
Only a few hours into our quest, and already we have run against considerable resistance. Portents cast from fear. It's best to shake off the shackles of doubt and dive headlong into our fate. Fires never hesitate in their voracious cleansing.
"Someone see to Mauve. She picked the wrong time to seek a bath."
"This will take some time. Think not I seek the skin for myself. Whoever needs it, will get it. Consider it a token of my newfound restraint." I smile, picturing the way the others will digest the words.
My smile deepens as I recall the predicament of the mage. What a wonder, that she reacted as swiftly as she had to keep from drowning in the poisonous air. Mages are curious by nature, children mesmerized by the dancing flame. They rush forward, only to grimace in pain when reality collides with wonder. I hope she has learned caution. Rather, I hope she learned a degree of caution. The distinction clear.
Only a few hours into our quest, and already we have run against considerable resistance. Portents cast from fear. It's best to shake off the shackles of doubt and dive headlong into our fate. Fires never hesitate in their voracious cleansing.
"Someone see to Mauve. She picked the wrong time to seek a bath."
Nihal
Valar Lord
She's trying to calm me down. I seek the dangerous members of our group with my eyes. Do they agree?
But something else caught my attention. I feel the soft touch of the moving water on my skin. I dive. It's dark down here, but the dim light that manages to pass trough reflects in something. Something is trashing here. Wavy gold. Metal. I swim towards it, ready to attack if it turns out to be an enemy.
It's not. Golden hair. I reach for him and propel myself to the surface. He's drowning.
When did he fall into the lake?! Probably when the creature crashed down, otherwise I would have noticed. I hold his head above the surface.
Is he breathing?
I open my mouth and try to shout a "Hey!", but a weird, hissing noise comes out in its place.
Drat.
Ireth
Mythic Scribe
((I feel like I should roll a CON check to figure out how long Cadell can hold his breath, and whether or not he's conscious when Mauve gets him to the surface.))
Nihal
Valar Lord
((He wasn't underwater for too long. Mauve dived before Baldy finished her talk. Poor Baldy!))
"Ankari… I used to skin kills with my ranger friend, Addison Lane, after a hunt. My bearskin cloak… made it myself. I can help you… oh."
I look to the water.
"Mauve has my knife… or is my knife. Her knife, now, anyway. Well, if you have a spare blade for carving, I can help you."
I look to the water.
"Mauve has my knife… or is my knife. Her knife, now, anyway. Well, if you have a spare blade for carving, I can help you."
((Just for that, Baldy goes on a berry-eating binge. I don't care if 19 HP is a lot. 25 is even more!))
The extra muscle is welcomed. I hand her a dagger and an axe. "Thanks."
How odd of a world do we live in that a companion can change into a fish being and the world can carry on as if nothing has happened.
How odd of a world do we live in that a companion can change into a fish being and the world can carry on as if nothing has happened.
I begin to carve. "You would like Addison. She's a female you. She also brought down our kills with her arrow."
Yup. Just as messy as I remember.
"That really was a nice shot, Ankari."
Yup. Just as messy as I remember.
"That really was a nice shot, Ankari."
Ireth
Mythic Scribe
So cold. No air. Can't swim! Need help!
Something wraps around me, smooth and scaly. It pushes me up, or what I hope is up. Mauve?
My head breaks the surface, and I gasp at the cold air against my skin. The cloth Mauve helped me wrap over my nose and mouth clings to my face; I raise my numb right hand to pull it aside, coughing and choking as I am able to breathe again. I open my eyes, blinking away the water, and try to find my companions.
Something wraps around me, smooth and scaly. It pushes me up, or what I hope is up. Mauve?
My head breaks the surface, and I gasp at the cold air against my skin. The cloth Mauve helped me wrap over my nose and mouth clings to my face; I raise my numb right hand to pull it aside, coughing and choking as I am able to breathe again. I open my eyes, blinking away the water, and try to find my companions.
It is often said that a fighting force is like a single body, each must do its part for the group to survive. Like any body, a group can take wounds. Where the flesh mends, the degree of success determined by the skill of the healer, the group has a choice to close wounds, or let them fester.
I understand her words for what they are. "Thank you, Baldhart. And your reckless savagery is admirable. I would like to meet this Addison." Both sides of the wound seeking closure.
I understand her words for what they are. "Thank you, Baldhart. And your reckless savagery is admirable. I would like to meet this Addison." Both sides of the wound seeking closure.
Nihal
Valar Lord
Sighing, I produce another strange noise. If he's coughing he's well. I slip under the elf, grabbing both of his arms and sliding them around my neck. I pull his hand and close it on the side of my neck, applying a slight pressure. How I miss my words!
After making sure the elf understood my intention and is well secured on my back I swim towards the others.
After making sure the elf understood my intention and is well secured on my back I swim towards the others.
Ireth
Mythic Scribe
The creature I hope to be Mauve wraps my arms around it, and I take the hint to hold on. "Thank you."
I start to shiver as we move toward the edge of the lake, and hope we may retreat soon to a warm fire and a bit of rest.
I start to shiver as we move toward the edge of the lake, and hope we may retreat soon to a warm fire and a bit of rest.