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Post by Hannibal on Dec 11, 2003 21:07:57 GMT -5
Bah, t'is good little one. It puts a healthy glow on your coat. T'is only a little fruit juice is all. Heh heh heh. Come, we have much ground to cover if we with to make Gyndia by nightfall. We can talk and lie and sing songs of our prowess along the way.
Come, let me get us started,
Four & twenty virgins came down from Inverness, And when the ball was over there was four and twenty less....
Hannibal's song goes down hill from there.
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Rayn
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Post by Rayn on Dec 12, 2003 1:15:32 GMT -5
Rayn mumbles to herself
Just a little fruit juice my arse
Laughing out loud as Hannibal begins to sing his song and laughing even harder at the expressions crossing Elk's face as the song gets even lewder as it goes. She follows the centaur as he leads them through the forest. Pausing occasionally to pick her medicinal herbs as she comes across them, Rayn places them into one of her belt pouches for future use.
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Post by Hannibal on Dec 12, 2003 2:52:11 GMT -5
Ho, I have an appreciative audience.
High above a Countess' garter, high above her knee Lies the key to her successes: her virginity! Once she had it, now she's lost it It is gone for good! She goes down for belted fighters Like a Countess should! Lift her skirts, Oh lift them gently, Lay her on the grass! Often are the times I've dreamed of A piece of Countess' ....
Well, perhaps not.
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Elk
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Post by Elk on Dec 12, 2003 18:46:15 GMT -5
He follows the both of them, smiling at the centaur's song. It didn't seem that there were many people trusting enough to simply except them into their groups. He carried his staff high, proud of its magnificent carvings and battle scars.
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Post by Shadowdragon on Dec 12, 2003 20:12:19 GMT -5
As you travel along trying to make it to Gydnia before nightfall (BTW, This isn't gonna happen, you won't get there until noon the next day at the earliest, as it is too far for the elf and human to go each day) you think you see a flash of something red moving through the forest along a paralel path. But looking again there is nothing there. Perhaps your eyes were playing tricks on you.
Pressing on, and keeping a close watch out for what ever that red was you make a good days travel and start looking for a place to sleep as darkness begins falling across the land. Suddenly, out of a nearby tree leaps a man, teeth bared and wide eyed, he yells at the top of his lungs as he lands on the centaur's back stabbing him in the back of his humanoid half. Surprise achieved, this attack does 4 points of damage to Hannibal.
COMBAT ACTIONS Please check the combat rules and PM any questions to me. Thread will be locked until i recieve all player's rolls.
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Post by Shadowdragon on Jan 27, 2004 15:27:06 GMT -5
Rayn immediately fires off her magic missile striking the madman (3 damage) squarely as Hannibal bucks the madman from his back. Getting to his feet, the madman swipes wide of Rayn, although she was clearly his intended target this time.
The madman misses Rayn with his dagger a second time as Hannibal turns to face him swinging wildly with his maul. Rayn slices the madman with her Long Sword (3 damage), as Elk stares in amazement at her speed and skill as the Bladesong commences.
The madman stabs at Rayn, finally connecting (4 damage). Whirling around as the blow lands, Rayn manages to complete the fantastical motions of the dance and strikes the madman across his chest (5 damage), as Hannibal brings his cudgel down along side the man's head (8 damage) killing him, as well as driving him towards Rayn's blow.
The madman now lies dead at your feet (hooves).
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Post by Hannibal on Jan 27, 2004 21:55:51 GMT -5
Hannibal roars out a song:
ogre-men are going home and the great big fight is over bugle blow, the trumpet cry ogre battle lives for ever more you can come along you can come along come to ogre battle
Ho. Truly something to get the blood pumping in the morning. I wonder who this foolish fellow was?
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Post by Shadowdragon on Jan 30, 2004 22:38:42 GMT -5
The dead man is human, but has no striking features, or tatoos. His clothes are tattered from a long time of running in these woods and catching brambles. His hair is a mess of tangles, briars, and cockleburs (along with various other things you don't even want to guess at).
There is a dirty metal flask strapped to what used to be a belt at his waist. His dagger, although bloody from piercing the Centaur's back, is still in fairly good shape. There is also a sort of pouch type piece of cloth attached to the "belt" opposite the metal flask.
His toothless maw (his remaining teeth having been scattered across the forest floor by the final blow from Hannibal) and staring eye (the other also being knocked out by the mighty blow of the centaur) looking up at you from your feet as he lies there in death make you wonder if he was even alive when he attacked you. He seems more skeletal now that he's dead than during the fight. His skin hangs loosely on his bones and the overall effect is ... creepy.
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Post by Hannibal on Jan 31, 2004 1:39:38 GMT -5
As I bend down to collect and examine his possessions, I take a sniff of the corpse. What does he smell like? Also, is he oozing in appropriate ways? I mean, is he bleeding or what? Also, what is the belt made of? Or do I really want to know?
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Post by Shadowdragon on Jan 31, 2004 9:14:40 GMT -5
The odor that greets your nostrils is quite unpleasant, but not one of the long dead, just the long unwashed. He is most definately bloodied from the battle and the ground beneath his head is rapidly becoming saturated with what still oozes from his crushed skull. The "belt" looks to have been an ordinary everyday sort, just as tattered as the rest of his clothing and quite filthy.
The pouch, such as it is, falls open when you remove it from his "belt" spilling coppers around his body. The metal flask, may be of some value (IF it can be properly cleaned). It contains a purplish liquid that seems to be some sort of thin syrup (runny but sticky).
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Post by Hannibal on Jan 31, 2004 10:34:14 GMT -5
Pocket the stuff for later examination.
Come friends. These woods are not safe, and the smell of blood may draw unwanted attention. Let us continue on our way and make for the village. If we push it, we may reach it shortly after nightfall. I would prefer to quench my thirst somewhere more refined than these surroundings.
/ooc if we could, I would like to press on and maybe force march our way back to town and get there near nightfall. /ooc
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Rayn
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Post by Rayn on Jan 31, 2004 20:11:32 GMT -5
Her nose curled at the horrid stench coming from the freshly made corpse, Rayn pokes him slightly with the toe of her boot.
Turning towards Hannibal
~I think you have a good idea in that, let us put as much distance behind us, and this place as we can. It is rather late in the evening, however I am willing to press on and continue our journey closer to town, in lieu of stopping for the night.~
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Post by Hannibal on Feb 3, 2004 0:22:03 GMT -5
Then let us press on with all possible speed.
/ooc what time is it?
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Post by Shadowdragon on Feb 18, 2004 11:33:03 GMT -5
It was just getting dark when the madman attacked your little group. Also, as Elk has not posted or been in contact since before the battle, we will have to assume his player is no longer able to get online for whatever reason. For the time being, I will NPC the character so if his player is able to return he won't have been left behind.
Traveling on in the forest at night proves to be more difficult than you'd first expected. Brambles and branches seem to leap out at you, scratching your faces and arms. Shadows move everywhere and more than once you feel as if you're being watched. The moonlight has dissappeared beind a thin veil of clouds as a gentle rain begins to fall (nothing compared to last nights downpour, but still enough to ensure that after an hour of trekking through the woods you're completely soaked through).
<ELK> Are you two sure this is a good idea? I mean, with the rain and all, I can't see two feet in front of me.
As Elk speaks, he suddenly finds a tree root, the hard way, and falls flat on his face. Picking himself up and trying his best to remove as much of the mud and gunk as possible, he speaks again.
<ELK> See what I mean? I don't know how much more of this I can take.
You've managed another few miles as the night wears on. By near midnight the rain has stopped and the moon is once again shining intermittently through the clouds.
Hannibal is required to send the GM a d20 roll at this point in your travels.
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Rayn
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Post by Rayn on Feb 18, 2004 19:17:06 GMT -5
The tree branches and brambles catching on her cloak, Rayn pulls it more tightly about her, trying to block out some of the dampness and chill of the night.
Her boots making sucking noises as she steps along briskly trying to keep up with Hannibals long strides.
Hearing a thunk behind her, she turns to see Elk face first in the the mud, and letting out a laugh she offers her hand to assist him up.
Then with a chuckle continues on, keeping pace with their guide, hoping the distance the remainder of the way to town, has been drastically shortened by their overnight trek.
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