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A random person · Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 12:17 pm Post subject: The Frozen Wastelands

You have been traveling for days on the barren tundra looking for a village. The village is called Dorsain. There have been several calls from the major cities for adventurers to help with a pest problem they have. They never said what exactly was attacking their town. You are traveling down the only road to this town. During your trip you have seen several people who have perished under the harsh conditions.

As you walk down the road you see a woman dressed in polar bear skin with a long weapon standing by the road.
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AbuDhabi · Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 12:47 pm Post subject:

COLIN

Colin approaches the polar-berserk-clad woman, and raises an arm in a gesture of nonhostility. "Greetings!"
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A random person · Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 1:25 pm Post subject:

The woman observes you for a few seconds. You must be another one. She raises a spear like weapon but only with a curved blade on the end. She casts a spell on herself and puts the weapon in a defensive stance. Prepare yourself!

Since I don't have adobe workshop avaliable or anything like that... Immagine it!!! She is 30 feet away from you with light snow. Roll Initiative
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AbuDhabi · Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 1:34 pm Post subject:

COLIN

Colin shrugs, frowning. "A death you want, a death you get," he says and draws his greataxe.

Initiative: 20+5 = 25
((Readied action to attack if she gets within striking range.))
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A random person · Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 1:37 pm Post subject:

Come!

Initiative order
You
Woman
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AbuDhabi · Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 1:40 pm Post subject:

COLIN

Colin rolls his eyes, and charges her - yawning.

Attack: 17 + 12 = 29
Damage: 7 + 7 = 14
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A random person · Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 1:46 pm Post subject:

As you charge the woman she brings down her weapon right down on your shoulder(8 Damage). Your blow strikes her but doesn't seem to affect her much. Following your attack on her she swings her weapon just above you missing.
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AbuDhabi · Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 1:52 pm Post subject:

COLIN

Colin stops midyawn as the woman scrapes his shoulder. Grinning ferally, he plunges deep into his berzerker rage and attacks mightily!

Attack: 7 + 13 = 20
Damage: 2 + 12 = 14
((AC 12 now.))
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A random person · Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 1:57 pm Post subject:

She sees the weapon come for her but she is unable to dodge it in time. You can see she has become weakened from what she was. Stop! She yells in desperation. She brings her weapon into a defensive position. You may pass!
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AbuDhabi · Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 2:00 pm Post subject:

COLIN

Colin is confused. First she wants a fight, now she talks of passing. He frowns, trying to figure it out. He fails.

"What?" he stares at her, safely out of the reach of her weapon.

((Rage end.))
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A random person · Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 2:14 pm Post subject:

You may pass, she says. I am here to weed out those who are weak. They can't help us if they can't fight. She holds one of her wounds. I will guide you to the village. She casts a spell on herself and one of her wounds heal. Hold still... She moves her hand over to your shoulder and you feel your wound healing.(Heal 8 life) She begins walking off of the road. Follow me. By this time you have figured out that she is an elf woman.
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AbuDhabi · Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 2:19 pm Post subject:

COLIN

A little confused, but impressed by the elf's healing ability - and his ego tickled with passing the test of strength, Colin follows the guide to the village.
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A random person · Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 2:35 pm Post subject:

After about 2 hours of walking you come up upon the village. The village doesn't seem anything more than a few huts made from skins and a few igloos. As you walk with her through the town you see everyone in the town is glaring at you. You follow her into a rather large hut. You can probably figure that this is a town hall of sort. When you walk in you see a rathern young warrior. Not much older than you are sit in a chair covered in skins. The woman points to a mat in front of him and says, Sit. She walks up to beside the man and begins talking to him in a language that seems like giberish.
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AbuDhabi · Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 2:44 pm Post subject:

COLIN

Colin stifles a yawn and sits down on the mat in front of the young man. He peers into his eyes while he's seated.
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A random person · Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 2:57 pm Post subject:

Y-you are the one she choose? You can tell hes having a few troubles with speaking common. After that sentance he comepletly gives up and begins talking with the woman again. I will explain it to you.... , she says. Our village has been under seige of several creatures as of late. Most of these creatures do not normaly act this way. You are to help me find the source. If you succeed, great rewards will await you here. If there is any supplies you need state them now.
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AbuDhabi · Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 3:22 pm Post subject:

COLIN

Colin grins at the mention of rewards. "I'll need provisions. Enough food to get to this source place."
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Arzarael, Archfiend · Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 1:29 am Post subject:

OOC: Why do all of those locales have to be named after the Lord of Ghouls? Crying or Very sad

~Ehlas Valune~
House Vae was gone. Relonor Vae, the House Assassin of the former first house glanced over the ruins of the compound which he had once called home and sighed. Two hundred years of history, two hundred years of toil wiped out in a single moment by the ambitions of a lower house, a house which fell soon after its conquest by the will of Lolth. They will pay for this. Yes, they will do so most dearly He thought of his former employers as he walked the ruins. There was Matron Halisstra, ambitious and power-hungry, who often sent him to near-suicidal missions to Dhumavol. Fely'ssri and Seltaven were next, close as any drow sibling could get to each other, yet so far and distant from Relonor's own murderous trade. Then there were Pr’enedia and Jhanffyn, sadistic bitches in both cases and even he knew to stay away from them lest they killed him in his sleep.

The Assassin's throat tightened uncomfortably however, when he thought about Lady Audriniel, the second daughter of Matron Halisstra. Of all the females in House Vae, she was the one who he had felt comfortable with, almost as though he... belonged to her? He wiped such trife thoughts from his mind. No, that was not the way of the drow. To kill or be killed. That was the motto in a city where everybody was an aspiring assassin. None however, plyed the trade more proficiently than Relonor.

To run however, or to stay? He surveyed the ruins of his home, grimacing. He was now without a House and despite his considerable skills, he would be ruthlessly hunted by the remaining families. Matron Julidra of House Caphiir and Rauva of House Nulivaudi would most certainly want him eliminated from the city's power equation. He had one choice - the surface...
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A random person · Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 6:43 am Post subject:

DM:Shall you describe his journy or shall I just zip him into the cold tundra?
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Arzarael, Archfiend · Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 5:29 pm Post subject:

OOC: I'll do it. It works.
~Several months later~
The sun stung Relonor's eyes terribly as he peered across the frigid tundras of the northlands. The white frost clung to his piwafwi and he exhaled a cloud of steam into the barren, sterile air around him. Four months of travel, four months of salvaging food from goblins and orcs and four months of battling horrid Underdark monsters just for this. He narrowed his eyes and took in the settlement to his west. Yes, there had be some place where he could practise his trade. Perhaps he too could carve out another niche for himself, just like as he had done in the city of Ehlas Valune. Yes, perhaps this was it. Shaking the stiffness from his limbs, Relonor started to trek forward, his boots taking him through the cold ice without even leaving a print.
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A random person · Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 5:52 pm Post subject:

On his way to the small town he hears a voice. Hehehehe! I have found one! I have found one! He moves his head to see what seems to be a wizard of some sort. You there! He screams over the roaring winds. I am in need of your aid! I shall shower you with food and gold if you help! Yes, you like gold don't you. He tosses around a bag.

DM:If you're wondering hes about 40 ft from you.
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Arzarael, Archfiend · Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 5:56 pm Post subject:

"You mock me," Says Relonor quietly, his voice like the grating of steel on a fine edge. He closes his eyes and tries to gauge the distance of the voice from him. "Do not do that again, Rivvil, for the results will be most unfortunate. For you."
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A random person · Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 5:59 pm Post subject:

The man snikers at your comment. I can slay you this verry moment and yet you threaten me! BUahahahaah! You seem to be verry good in the art of killing, yes? Come with me, yes? I shall pay you, yes?
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Arzarael, Archfiend · Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 6:09 pm Post subject:

The House Assassin stiffed as the man threatened to cast a spell of killing on him. Few in Ehlas Valune or Dhumavol had that skill and the man's abilities presented a slight... complication in his plans "You intrigue with your offer, rivvil, but I do not ply my trade openly and I expect no less from my employers," He said, showing the hilt of his rapier. "Now tell me of whom you wish to dispatch."
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A random person · Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 6:13 pm Post subject:

They will come to me, yes? I need you to guard a place. I shall summon a feast for you as you wait for them, yes? Follow me, yes? I shall make this trip for comfortable for you. Tis a long way. The wizard opens up his spell book and chants a few words. He walks over and touches you.

DM:Endure Elements. If you wish to attack him as reaction to approaching you go ahead.
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Arzarael, Archfiend · Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 6:23 pm Post subject:

Relonor's scowed in disgust. "Find a guard or a peasant to perform your guard duties for you," He said, leaping away before the human could touch him with that vile enchantment. "It is not my way to wait idly for my victims to come."
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