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« Reply #520 on: March 23, 2011, 05:26:10 AM » |
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" Feel free to hit the blind vrock with powerful abilities" Mael sent to his allies. " He should be vulnerable right now." The halfling is preparing a surprise of his own but he's not too confident about penetrating the demon's strong resistance to magic. [OOC] [Private for BP]
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Silanah heard their songs and prayers. And she watched. Sometimes mortals did indeed forget. Sometimes, mortals needed… reminding… The Malazan Book of the Fallen, Steven Erikson
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« Reply #521 on: March 23, 2011, 12:45:16 PM » |
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One of the two confused Babaus moved towards the aberrant Vrock, with a motion to attack it, but he was too exhausted to get there. The other stopped running and babbled incoherently again. Doyle had been hesitating. He had an idea that these creatures were resistant to magic, but if he ever were to try anything, it was now. Calling again upon the power of his heritage, he reached out to the Blind Vrock's mind and spoke a few words. 'It would be wise to lie down, and seem harmless', he said, looking directly at the blinded creature - who of course could not see him. But it could hear, and feel... but somehow it didn't see the wisdom in the words. Cat knew he was outclassed by these creature. He could not hit them, and if he did, he could not hurt them. He hid under the corpse. To beat SR: 29 Vrock's save vs Suggestion: 20, duh, vs DC 17. He had a +1 bonus to will-saves left. 
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« Reply #522 on: March 23, 2011, 12:50:13 PM » |
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« Reply #523 on: March 23, 2011, 02:53:38 PM » |
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spoiler tags it is then  . Hey BP you forgot to resolve the pin attempt from Marc...
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« Reply #524 on: March 24, 2011, 10:56:14 AM » |
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The Vrock groaned from many mouths as his arms were twisted with irrestable force, until it was completely pinned to the ground by the gargantuan construct. Then it was dragged away from the fight, and no matter how it thrashed about and fought back, it could not avoid it.
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« Reply #525 on: March 27, 2011, 04:17:12 AM » |
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In its mind the construct reveled in the moment of triumph, all of its frustration at its long slumber coming back in alignment with its purpose as a warrior defending against demons. The Marc growled a deep metallic sound and pulsed it's piston arms with hydraulic strength, slowly inching the spikes on its body deeper into the Vrock.
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« Reply #526 on: March 27, 2011, 08:06:40 AM » |
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Isul slipped from the hut, avoiding the reach of the other foes, and slipped up next to the injured and blinded vrock, reaching out with his tail and sapping what little moisture appeared left in the weakened creature's blood, smiling a cruel smile to himself for a moment as he felt his powers do their work.
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A gygaxian dungeon is like the world's most messed up game show.
Behind door number one: INSTANT DEATH! Behind door number 2: A magic crown! Behind door number 3: 4d6 giant bees, and THREE HUNDRED POUNDS OF HONEY! They don't/haven't, was the point. 3.5 is as dead as people not liking nice tits.
Sometimes, their tits (3.5) get enhancements (houserules), but that doesn't mean people don't like nice tits.
Though sometimes, the surgeon (DM) botches them pretty bad...
Best metaphor I have seen in a long time. I give you much fu. Three Errata for the Mage-kings under the sky, Seven for the Barbarian-lords in their halls of stone, Nine for Mortal Monks doomed to die, One for the Wizard on his dark throne In the Land of Charop where the Shadows lie.
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« Reply #527 on: March 28, 2011, 05:51:31 AM » |
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Isul's attack easily hit the blinded Vrock. It gave a short yelp as its moisture was drained - but it was a big creature, and such a small sapping of water would not kill it, quickly. Still, whatever he did was better than nothing.
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« Reply #528 on: March 29, 2011, 07:17:18 PM » |
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'Damn it all', Daelric thought to himself. He was weary and badly scorched, and now Mael wanted to pull him back into the line of fire. Still, hearing the others rather unsuccessful attempts at subduing the demon, direct intervention on his part may be necessary to maximize his chances of survival. Reluctantly, Daelric moved back the way he had retreated from. Seeing the blinded demon surrounded by the dwarf and the squirrel (for lack of a better term), Daelric reached out to the blinded and vulnerable demon with his compelling magics. "Save yourself. Flee from here as far as you can and don't come back." OOC:
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« Reply #529 on: March 30, 2011, 08:14:43 AM » |
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Ok, I think that was the last person within the Doomspeak. Demon time  Vrock's save: 11 The blinded Vrock found himself surrounded, and even though his injuries were less harsh than they could be, he would take a long time to heal, already. So the words that suddenly sprang up in his head made perfect sense. [PRIVATE for Mael] Quite suddenly he vanished. The Vrock that was now pinned and dragged about by the MARC likewise saw his options diminished. He couldn't move anymore. He couldn't fight back. There was no other way to break the situation but to leave, too. Suddenly the MARC found his steely embrace empty. Which left the last one present, who had attacked his comrades - and the Babaus. One of which would have liked to turn his attention on Daelric, now, but... thanks to Daelric's invisibility, he did not find a target. Instead, he continued to jabber incoherently. The other had apparently changed his mind, he looked around for a moment, and shambled back towards the remaining group. He stopped close to Cat's hiding place under the corpse, but did not notice him. Cat himself still felt very reluctant... Unfortunately for the party, the two other Babaus who had fled, earlier, suddenly reappeared. They had been out of range of the general telepathy going on, so they did not know what had transpired. [PRIVATE for Mael] This was finally the worthwhile target Doyle had been waiting for. Tapping again into his inherent power another cloud of glittering dust exploded between the two Babaus. And by whatever turn of fate, both of them began traipsing about blindly. Cat finally saw his chance, too. He shot out of his hiding place and launched himself at the nearest blinded newcomer. Claws and teeth outstretched he hit the body of his enemy - and yelped in surprise as he found that his target was covered in acid. But Cat was quick - his claws shot through the skin and flesh of the demon quick enough to not catch the demon's acid - unfortunately it was his bite that dug deepest, but which also failed to get away quickly enough. With acrid smoke rising from his teeth Cat dropped beneath the demon. And again his claws proved rather ineffective at injuring the fiend. Only a few small cuts remained where a man would have been shredded. [ooc]
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« Reply #530 on: March 30, 2011, 06:14:12 PM » |
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Startled as it's prey slips from it's grasp into thin air, Marc rises with confusion and takes a look around. Another Vrock had vanished as well...were they planning an ambush? Unfortunately there was not time to think of such matters, as the brave cute little kitty cat seemed to be in imminent danger. Marc took 3 lumbering steps forward and spewed forth a horizontal column of flame that seared all in it's path. All save for the kitty cat of course, who had fortunately been attuned by the Marc to its phasic field frequency...
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« Reply #531 on: March 31, 2011, 05:07:24 AM » |
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« Reply #533 on: March 31, 2011, 07:24:47 PM » |
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Mael scowls as the weakened vrock disappears. I wanted my turn too. [OOC] [Private for BP]
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Silanah heard their songs and prayers. And she watched. Sometimes mortals did indeed forget. Sometimes, mortals needed… reminding… The Malazan Book of the Fallen, Steven Erikson
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« Reply #534 on: April 01, 2011, 04:13:02 PM » |
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The disappearance of the larger demons, followed by the reappearance of the smaller ones, gave Torgthen pause. He quickly was back in action though, as he saw the feline ally was clearly out numbered. With as much speed as he could muster, the dwarf rushed to aid the cat. Using the extra momentum from the charge, he tried to bring low his foe.
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"You think I'm talking about breaking the rules?" "No I'm just trying to figure out how far you want them bent."
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« Reply #536 on: April 04, 2011, 05:07:07 AM » |
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[ooc] The angry dwarf charged into the slimy demon, and with his transformed weapon damage smashed a deep wound. However, even the smaller demons were very resilient, and it would need several such wounds to bring it down. [PRIVATE for Mael] The Babau that had been attacked looked towards his confused brethren - as best as he could pinpoint them. [ooc]
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« Reply #537 on: April 07, 2011, 04:04:50 PM » |
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Silanah heard their songs and prayers. And she watched. Sometimes mortals did indeed forget. Sometimes, mortals needed… reminding… The Malazan Book of the Fallen, Steven Erikson
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« Reply #538 on: April 08, 2011, 07:11:31 AM » |
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The Babau grimaced from many faces. [PRIVATE for Mael] Finally he shook his head. Round 13The huge construct began roasting the already wounded Babau demon. Even though he was naturally resistant to fire, it still hurt.
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« Reply #539 on: April 08, 2011, 11:54:36 AM » |
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[Private for BP] Mael puts some more distance between himself and the demons, just in case. [OOC] He moves 1 square to the NW.
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Silanah heard their songs and prayers. And she watched. Sometimes mortals did indeed forget. Sometimes, mortals needed… reminding… The Malazan Book of the Fallen, Steven Erikson
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