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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 2079
(9/10/03 4:28 pm)
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The Battle of Potters Row
The tavern erupts into a riot of flashing weapons, spilled ale and cursing mercenaries, sailors and cutthroats... most of which are making for the exit, or hurling themselves through the shuttered window. Bucket and Ruglan lay sprawled among the scattered flinders of the double doors. Beyond, in the brilliant light of Sangraal's illuminated flail, stands Kezib, Sangraal, and Madragar.
Out in the tavern, Draxim stands beside the kegs, a mug of ale hovering just a few inches from his lips, his eyes staring at the spectacle.
Initiative:
Sangraal
Draxim
Madragar
Ruglan
Kezib
Edited by: Jubilex at: 9/10/03 4:37 pm
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yucatanyeti
Sangraal
Posts: 648
(9/10/03 7:03 pm)
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Re: The Battle of Potters Row
In the ringing tone of drawn blades and the vociferous growling of ill mannered folk, Sangraal fumbles for his holy symbol. Yanking it clear from his neck with an audible snap. He raises it forth, its bronze surface reflecting brightly in the shifting light.
"Abomination!, Hellborn!" he spouts with faith filled indignation" You dare to guise yourself in the likeness of friend!"
Though burdened by an enchantment that saps his strength Sangraals faith is unhindered.
"The Bringer is the light upon the earth,
The fire that scours the rot from the forest floor
and in so, life is reborn.
I denounce you, Foul cur! and cast you back to the darkness which bore you."
[OOC: Here goes nothing - Sangraal is trying to use a " greater turning undead" attempt as described on page 139 of the players handbook. The Greater turning is on page 165 of the players handbook
If successful he will attempt to push it away from Ulwes body by moving towards it, if its not destroyed outright.]
Edited by: yucatanyeti at: 9/11/03 8:47 am
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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 2082
(9/11/03 7:49 am)
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Re: The Battle of Potters Row
Turning on Sangraal as he advances, Kezib crouches low, his fingers dripping with crimson gore claw the air. Smoke continues to drift from the creature's clothing where Madragar's spell ignited them, but Kezib doesn't seem to notice.
The light of Sangraal's flail suddenly flashes into brilliance, shafts of holy power piercing the oily gloom of the tavern. The feeble lantern light fades into obscurity and Madragar, Draxim, the townsfolk - everyone shields their eyes from the mid-day sun that has suddenly risen in the filthy backrooms of the Coffin Nail. All but Sangraal and the writhing face of the creature.
"Back, worm! I denounce you!"
Sangraal advances, the Sun God manifest. In rage and desperation Kezib belches out a hoary cone of raw fear, companion to a scream like the door to Hell thrown wide, given vent, then suddenly slammed shut. The black corruption of its breath washes over Sangraal for a moment but is driven back by the unyielding brilliance of his aura.
Kezib is engulfed in the growing sphere of light and writhes as if being burned alive. With a final, pitiful cry the shadowy vapors of the spirit that possessed him rush out of his mouth, nose and eyes to hover like an evil cloud before the unfortunate monk. Meeting the Sun God's fury unprotected, the spectre is instantly destroyed, vanishing like smoke in a gale.
Sangraal's divine light quickly diminishes, smoke curling from his flail and holy symbol. Kezib drops to the floor, his eyes staring blankly, his flesh pale and dead.
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yucatanyeti
Sangraal
Posts: 649
(9/11/03 8:05 am)
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Re: The Battle of Potters Row
[OOC: Holy crap! must of been a 20!]
In the fading flare Sangraal shoulders sag in exhustion.
Sangraal moves over to the fallen corpse of Kezib and Ulwe checking each for signs of life.
[OOC: If any are alive Sangraal will cast cure light wounds on the worst one, and cure minor on the other just to stabilize them]
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Kenner
Draxim
Posts: 607
(9/11/03 9:34 am)
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Re: The Battle of Potters Row
Draxim fetches his axe from its ready resting place, the silver collar glinting slightly in the dim light of the dank and depressing hellhole. If Draxim can get over toward Bucket without an AOO from the keg minder, he will do that, taking a half move. If not he will lay the keg minder out with a mighty dwarven swing. His objective is to get behind either the greasy guy or Bucket.
Just to be clear, he isn't going to whack the keg minder, unless he looks violent.
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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 2084
(9/11/03 9:40 am)
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Re: The Battle of Potters Row
Draxim pushes his way through the crowd, which is moving earnestly towards the door of the tavern, and finds both Ruglan and Bucket on the ground. They are conscious, but slow to rise.
Bucket's companion is nowhere to be seen.
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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 2086
(9/11/03 10:23 am)
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Re: The Battle of Potters Row
As Sangraal moves toward the unmoving forms of Ulwe and Kezib, the air is rent asunder by an ear-splitting KABOOM! coming from just outside the tavern. The intense but momentary light, pale as the moon, is visible through the open doorway and the surging crowd. The sounds of screams and curses soon follow.
[Ruglan, Madragar]
Madragar, more than a little wobbly now, instinctively flinches at the tremendous sound. Then, quickly recovering his wits, notices that his spell not only set Kezib's clothes alight, but also the eastern wall of the corridor. The tavern is on fire.
[Note to Madragar.]
Edited by: Jubilex at: 9/11/03 10:24 am
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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 2089
(9/11/03 11:01 am)
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Re: The Battle of Potters Row
Seconds after the crash of light and sound outside the tavern, the air itself seems to shudder. As the last couple sailors dive through the front door of the place, a wave of force pushes through behind them. The crest of the wave picks up tables and chairs and sends them scattering across the main hall as if hurled by an unseen giant.
A chorus of dwarven roars echoes through the night air. "Kal Garhaagal!"
The door of the tavern (bad day for doors) explodes inward, as does a six foot wide chunk of the wall surrounding it. In the wake of flying flinders comes a thick knot of mail-clad fury in the form of the Ghurugil. Eight dwarves in glittering mail and beautiful, terrifying full-faced helms crash into the tavern like a herd of charging bulls. Their gleaming swords and axes are raised high, ready to strike at anything that might dare to cross their path.
Shockingly, two unarmored forms come trailing behind the mass of dwarven priests. One is the agile shape of the ranger Kildeer, the other is the tall, limping shape of Atan, alive and in the flesh.
Edited by: Jubilex at: 9/11/03 11:09 am
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Ruglan
Ruglan
Posts: 211
(9/11/03 11:41 am)
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Re: The Battle of Potters Row
Ruglan picks himself up. He flinches slightly as the Ghurugil force their way into the tavern.
"Well met friends!" says Ruglan as he allows himself to relax.
"Your help has come at a most opportune time!"
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Tarondor
Madragar
Posts: 617
(9/11/03 11:54 am)
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Re: The Battle of Potters Row
Madragar, out of spells and out of time, falls against the nearest wall, his legs sliding out from under him like those of a newborn colt.
"Lightning," he says, still gripping his crossbow firmly in front of him.
"Sangraal, is it really Atan?" This with a significant look toward the poor huddled husk of Kezib.
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yucatanyeti
Sangraal
Posts: 650
(9/11/03 12:27 pm)
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Re: The Battle of Potters Row
Grimly Sangraal answers the tattoo covered mage "So it seems Madragar... so it seems. The rescuee has become the rescuer."
picking himself off the floor Sangraal moves dogedly over to assess the condition of Ulwe and Kezib.
[OOC: Whats their condition?]
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Tarondor
Madragar
Posts: 618
(9/11/03 12:29 pm)
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Re: The Battle of Potters Row
Madragar is less trusting and trains his crossbow on Atan.
Detect Magic
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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 2090
(9/11/03 12:45 pm)
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Re: The Battle of Potters Row
[Note to Madragar.]
Sangraal checks Kezib and Ulwe and finds that the monk is not only dead, but stone cold. It appears, in fact, that he has been dead for some time.
Ulwe is miraculously alive, despite several ribs poking out through the hole in his back. Blood continues to flow briskly, which is good news as his heart still beats despite the tremendous damage his body has taken.
Sangraal quickly lays his hands on the elf and channels the healing power of his god, closing the deep, ragged depths of the wound. However, Ulwe is dying and will need more powerful aid in the long term if he is to survive.
The fire at the end of the corridor continues to grow, the dry timbers cracking under the blaze.
Edited by: Jubilex at: 9/11/03 12:58 pm
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yucatanyeti
Sangraal
Posts: 651
(9/11/03 12:51 pm)
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Re: The Battle of Potters Row
"Madragar, Draxim, help me to carry Ulwe from here..." Sangraal glances around as the spreading fire.
"Kezib is dead." He says to no one in particular.
"Farwell dear friend. May you sleep in eternal peace."
Sangraal makes the sign Lumina.
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Ruglan
Ruglan
Posts: 212
(9/11/03 1:58 pm)
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Re: The Battle of Potters Row
Ruglan looks around at the destruction. "Let's get out of here."
He sheaths his sword and goes to help carry the body of Kezib.
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Kenner
Draxim
Posts: 608
(9/11/03 2:00 pm)
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Re: The Battle of Potters Row
"Atan, my freind I am so glad you're not dead!"
"What about him and his greasy freind?" Draxim nods toward Bucket warily, clearly not knowing who to trust and not trust.
He obeys though and gathers Ulwe's shoulders in his strong grip. The stoic dwarf will of course save his tears and mourning for the appropriate time.
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Atan
Atan Finith Ring
Posts: 235
(9/11/03 2:12 pm)
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Re: The Battle of Potters Row
With a sword in his left hand, "Mad point that crossbow elsewhere! I've been through too much tonight to have you putting holes in me!"
Atan is obviously seriously injured himself, his right hand wrapped heavily. Broken, blue fingers protrude from the bandages. His right leg as well seems locked rigid, held by a firm splint and leather ties. Suprisingly though he seems farely spry despite his beaten appearance.
Looking about quickly to get the lay of the battlefield he spots the motionless forms of Kezib and Ulwe. With a frown, "Not good. There is at least one mage out front and easily a half dozen undead creatures. Form up with the Ghurugil. What are we facing in here?"
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Jubilex
The Faceless Lord of Chaos
Posts: 2092
(9/11/03 2:22 pm)
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Re: The Battle of Potters Row
Atan and Kildeer quickly shuffle toward the back of the tavern where Ruglan, Madragar, Sangraal and Draxim are gathered around the prone forms of Ulwe and Kezib. The Ghurugil, some of them still smouldering after being the unlucky recipients of the unknown wizard's lightning spell, turn to face the front door of the place, or the gaping hole that used to be the door.
"A half dozen, at least, maybe ten," Kildeer grumbles, looking back towards the street where a cluster of shadowy figures wait outside. One creeps forward into the edge of the light shining from Sangraal's flail, revealing what at first glance appears to be a fairly normal looking human, not any different from a hundred others the group has seen. But the eyes are somehow different, darker and bearing a gleam of malevolence. It is the same look that Kezib had just a few moments earlier when the dark spirit still held control of his body.
"The might of Urox allowed us into this place," Vhraalam intones from the middle of the dwarven line. "But it will take much more than that to get back out."
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Atan
Atan Finith Ring
Posts: 236
(9/11/03 3:13 pm)
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Re: The Battle of Potters Row
"Every rat nest has more then one way out!" Atan wheels about until his eyes fall upon Bucket and the Keg minder.
With as wild a look as he can muster and using his sword as a pointer, "You! Ya big fat ! Where's the back exit?! And no games or I'll have the mind to carve you and leave you for the walking ."
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Kenner
Draxim
Posts: 609
(9/11/03 4:32 pm)
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Re: The Battle of Potters Row
"Through the busted doors. I think there is a door that leads to the alley. I heard voices when I was back there." he turns toward Bucket as well, "Was that you, and your greaser freind? Now where has he gotten off to?"
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Tarondor
Madragar
Posts: 619
(9/11/03 6:22 pm)
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Re: The Battle of Potters Row
Madragar relents, and points his crossbow away.
"Can't feel my legs," he says, using his hands to try to pull himself erect on the racks holding the kegs.
"I set the back hall on fire," he says to no one in particular, his voice sounding just a bit slurred. "Not too bad now, but it's dry and will get bad fast."
"Sleepy."
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