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Round 23 - Kleptomaniacs Assemble! by Storme Hawk on 2017-02-14 23:44:55 UTC Reply

Virro: (5) You look through the amulets you find one with a skull on it. Hoping that it'll help your necromantic expertise you put it on. Unfortunately for you the enchanter of this particular item didn't thin of the skull when they put the enchantment on it, instead this amulet protects you from any poisons you may ingest, or the effects of any poisonous weapons. Gained Necklace of Poison Immunity.

Evard: ()

Uriel: (8) You pick up an ordinary looking ring that feels special to you in some way. Putting it on you feel your ski hardening and realize that this ring is a Ring of Hardened Skin, a blessing to Sluggers everywhere, as it makes your skin harder, allowing you to not only do more damage when you punch someone but also to protect yourself when attacked. Gained Ring of Hardened Skin (+2 Armour)

Keegra: (7) You attack the Chest's lid, not caring about whatever Xiv'riit has to say at the moment.

Combat!: Keegra (16 + 5 Dam = 21) vs Chest (13 + 5 = 18) With your first attack you rattle the chest lid, it looks like it could break from a couple more of your attacks. Second Attack Keegra (9 + 5 Dam = 14) vs Chest (13 + 5 = 18) Your second attack does nothing against the chest lid, obviously hitting one of the reinforced parts of it. Third Attack Keegra (19 + 5 Dam = 24) vs Chest (13 + 5 = 18) With your third attack you focus on where you hit with your first attack and are able to smash a small hole through the lid of the chest which you are then able to use to rip the rest of the lid off of the chest. Inside you find a large collection of bottled potions and what look like magical scrolls. You are immediately thankful that you didn't smash the chest so hard that you could of broken any of the bottles, or else the result could have been... volatile to say the least.

Xiv'riit: (10 - 3 Inj = 7) Whilst too late to save the chest lid from Keegra's rage, you do see a small bag some of the scrolls were sitting in, taking it you carefully put the scrolls back into the chest, and then pick up the metal ball that had previously hit you. Putting the bag on your belt, and the ball in your new bag you find out that, the bag is enchanted in such a way that whilst the volume of the bag remains the same ((about the size of your standard supermarket carrier bag)) not only do you not feel the weight of the items in the bag, it also doesn't move around unless you specifically want it to, meaning t won't get in your way in combat. You have gained a Bag of Holding.

Kali: ()

Yeleni: ()

Priya: ()

Bellas: (7) You successfully enchant your bow.

Centorea: (11) Clip-clopping through the rooms you find Xiv'riit. Seeing that is concussed, you decide to use your clerical powers on him. Unaware of his previous attempts with this kind of healing magic, you let loose a pulse of healing energy that flows through both Room 6 and Room 5, healing all those withing those Rooms by 4 Health ((Even if that'd take them above max)) as well as healing all injuries.

Davug: (4) You walk into Room 6 and then immediately forget what you were planning on doing once you see the sheer amount of treasure in here.

Shaban: () You wait in the Room 4 for Virro's next orders

Room 5: There are five male warriors standing a little bit back from the door in a line. The outer two are Lizardmen, whilst the other three are all dwarves The dwarves are clad in plate mail, and wield a shield and an axe each, the two Lizardmen are wearing some kind of Heavy Armour and are wielding Greatswords. Each of the Lizardmen are also holding the collars of a Guard Dog and seem ready to release them at a moments notice. Further back there is a female elf wearing Leather armour, wielding a Longbow with a full quiver of arrows on her back, Next to her is a female Centaur wearing Mail Armour with some Javelins strapped to her back. Finally, almost out of sight is a small Kobold in Light armour with a sling. The room itself is another long rectangle, although this one is thinner than room 4. There do not appear to be any other doors in this room, although a lone painting seems to stand out almost at the far end of the North Wall and two lighter shades of stone are almost opposite each other on the North and South Walls about a third of the way down. The rest of the room looks well used, a temporary smithy/kitchen seems to have been set up alongside some benches and desks with things going on on them and a small sleeping area. Noticing you are not Undead, the Warriors seem to relax slightly, and bid you welcome to, as they call it, "The Last Bastion."

Room 6: The room is relatively small, probably the smallest room you've been in so far, although the contents of the room may make it feel smaller than it actually is. In one of the corners there is a massive amount of weaponry, in another a massive collection of armours, a third has rings, belts and amulets galore, whilst the fourth corner holds a single chest. Directly opposite you is a map that looks different to the ones you have seen previously. The door that lead into this room has mysteriously disappeared, and in front of the now vacant doorway is a small rectangular welcome mat. This must be one of the treasure rooms scattered around the dungeon that you have heard about.

Rudig: () Arms full on new armour you take it back to The Last Bastion to begin Improving and fixing so that it'll fit who it needs to.

Gikur: () With Rudig's arms full of armour you go and search through the weapons in case anything is better than what you, and the rest of The Last Bastion currently have.

Urouk: () You stand guard, looking out of the known entrance to The Last Bastion.

Trijask: () You continue to guard the door to The Last Bastion and watch for enemies to kill.

Gantuxuz: () You stand in room 6 watching out for any traps, and offering a hand to Gikur to help him carry the weapons back.

Guard Dogs: () you wait for Trijask to give you an order and attack.

Renna: () You move over to where Rudig has put the armours down and help him go through them.

Prilanos: () Feeling another burst of healing magic, you go through to Room 6 to ask the two clerics in there how they did it.

Blearm: () you giggle quietly, the normal people in The Last Bastion ignore you as they always do, you know you're not right in the head, if you were you wouldn't be where you are.

Characters:

Virro: Weapons - Pure Longbow (+8 (5 + 3), +1 Dam against Undead) Quiver(35 Arrows), Armour - , Other - (+1 Cir when guarding a door or doorway), Orc Bodyguard (You control what your Orc Bodyguard does each round), Undead Orc Bodyguard, Necromantic Genius (+2 Cir when trying to raise undead), Necklace of Poison Immunity Health 26/26

Evard: Weapons - Dagger(+2), Dagger(+1), Armour - Studded Leather Armour(+4, Invisibility), Other - Invisibility (Can turn invisible for one round (counts as a passive action), Cannot be noticed or attacked by enemies whilst invisible, +1 Circumstance when attacking whilst invisible. Invisibility can be activated once every 4 Rounds (Rounds Remaining 0, Invs ready to activate)), Health 27/23

Uriel: Weapons - Club(+2), Armour - Sturdy Robes(+1), 2 Leather Armour(Light +2 Can't be Worn) Other - Belt of Advanced Monk Training (+3 Dam when unarmed.), Knife-Hand (+2 Dam when Unarmed, Can only hold items with one hand, Improved.), Club(+2, Not used), Tea, Ring of Hardened Skin (+2 Armour) Health 37/29

Keegra: Weapons - , Armour - , Other - Ring of Thur ('Rub thrice and drop it' and a mysterious stranger may arrive to help you for a turn, One use only), Belt of Monk Training(+1Dam when unarmed), Undead Bane (+3 Cir When fighting Undead), Rudig's Horn (Can be used twice to summon Rudig and a random number of others from the Last Bastion to help you until the end of the fight, can be used as a free action whilst in a fight), Health 26/22

Xiv'riit: Weapons – Spork(+3), Fatal Touch (+6, Lethal Touch, Return Policy), Armour - , Other - , Ring of Thur ('Rub thrice and drop it' and a mysterious stranger may arrive to help you for a turn, One use only), Known Enemy (+2 Cir when interacting with Zombie Lords), Undead Bane (+2 Cir when fighting Undead), Lethal Touch (Once per room you can activate Lethal Touch to double the attack bonus you gained in the round you activated Lethal Touch and the damage dealt by Fatal Touch in that round, this is done before the dice roll for combat. However you lose 1D6 Health every time you activate Lethal Touch), Return Policy (If the item with this rule is not in your hand, or on your body it will automatically return to your hand (if one is free) or sheath itself to your side (otherwise). Bag of Holding (Inside, spiked metal ball) Health 28/28

Kali: Weapons - Deer Shot(+3, Deer Fling), Armour - Leather Armour(+1), Other - Deer Fling (Once per room, you may fling a Deer instead of a stone at an enemy. This does +1D8 damage, and the difference between the offence and defence scores (either way) is taken as damage by the Deer. If it survives this it stays around as a permanent companion following your orders), Health 16/12

Yeleni: Weapons - Quarterstaff(+2), Armour - , Other - , Health 30/26

Priya: Weapons - Monk's Spade(+2), Armour - Banded Armour (Heavy, +4), Other - , Health 19/25

Bella: Weapons - Shortbow (+5 (2 + 3)), Quiver (99 Arrows), Short sword (+2), Short sword (+3), Armour - Sturdy Robes (+1), Other - , Health 16/12

Centorea: Weapons - Long sword (+4), Armour - Shield (+3) Studded Leather Armour (+3), Other - , Health 24/20

Davug: Weapons - Mace(+2), Armour - Studded Leather Armour(+3) Leather Armour(+2, Not Used), Other- Admirer(+2 Cir when fighting alongside Keegra), Health 22/26

Shaban: Weapons - , Armour - Leather Armour (Light +2), Other- , Health 3/7

Gikur Ironfeet: Weapons - Waraxe(+2, Improved), Armour - Full Plate(Plate, +7), Shield(+3) Other - , Health 25/21

Udouk Goldtank: Weapons - Waraxe(+2, Improved), Armour - Full Plate(Plate, +7), Shield(+3) Other - , Health 28/24

Rudig Stoneheart: Weapons - Waraxe(+2, Improved), Armour - Full Plate(Plate, +8), Shield (+4) Other - , Health 29/25

Trijask: Weapons - Greatsword(+3), Armour - Banded Armour(Heavy, +6), Other - , Health 33/29

Gantuxuz: Weapons - GreatSword(+4), Armour - Banded Armour (Heavy, +7), Other - , Health 22/18

Guard Dog 1: Weapons - Teeth(+2), Armour - , Other - , Health 10/6

Guard Dog 2: Weapons - Teeth(+3), Armour - , Other - , Health 8/4

Renna Liaran: Weapons - Longbow(+5 (2+3), 99 Arrows Remaining), Armour - Leather Armour(Light, +3), Other - , Health 29/25

Prilanos: Weapons - Javelins(+1, 22 Remaining), Armour - Holy Scale Armour(Mail, +4, +2 Cir When Healing/removing injuries, +4 Health given when restoring Health), Other - , Health 31/27

Blearm: Weapons - Sling(+2), Armour - Padded Armour(Light, +3, Can only be worn by Kobolds, Goblins and Halflings), Other - Hyperspace Market Stall (Can trade with people), Health 14/10

Loot in Room 4: 2 Leather Armour(Light +2), Mace(+1), Scale Mail(Mail. +3)

Apecian smiled back at Miguel. by Granz the Ice Cream Monarch on 2017-02-14 23:38:50 UTC Reply

He was a bit surprised to see somebody who looked younger than he was. Or, younger than he looked, anyways. But, hey, who was he to judge? Going by time, he should still be in the Nursery. "Yeah, that's me," he said. "Probably because they were too busy not looking for somewhere else. I mean, I've never ended up in the Marquis' office when I was not looking for Rudi's." As he said this, he automatically tapped on the table with his knuckles.

The incredibly thin old man turned to the incredibly futuristic vending machine and said: by Larfen J. Stocke esq on 2017-02-14 21:58:08 UTC Reply

'You look absolutely brilliant, Finch!' Bingle said, patting the upper chassis of his absolutely brilliant-looking friend. 'Oh, you'll be like Alexander the Great out there, Finch! The most famous conqueror of hearts of all time, you know.'

An actuator unfolded from Finch's side and fiddled with the bow tie attached to his front, below his ocular, where a neck would be on a being that used necks. 'Alexander the Great-s the most famous world-conqueror, Bingle. Not hearts, the world.'

Bingle shrugged. The suit wasn't designed to shrug. The suit probably wasn't designed to go on Bingle. It looked like it had been stretched and pulled and slapped onto Bingle's body before it could reform into its own shape. 'Surely, Finch, the world would involve the hearts of charming young women?'

'Bingle, don-t do this to me. Don-t bloody do this to me. Not now.' his ocular flicked here, flicked there. It fell on a lit candle, it fell on a very flammable looking tablecloth. It fell on various other people, all of whom did not look as silly as Finch. He was painted black, all the way up, all the way down. His display chamber had been emptied. A bottle of wine had been placed inside to fit the mood. Finch had to keep himself from yelping every time he heard it clink or slosh.

'Finch, you look fantastic. Like kangaroo, the second most famous conqueror of hearts of all time!'

'Kangaroos are Australian marsupials, Bingle. They don-t bloody conquer anything except for grassy fields.'

'Historical bias, Finch. Historical bias...'

Lou stepped in, shuffling by the old, rather stretched-looking man and his hovering vending machine friend. Duane didn't step in, because Lou was holding him under an arm. Lou hadn't looked so fancy in years. She still wore her hoodie, still wore her pajama pants. But, for once, she was wearing proper shoes. Black ones. Shiny. And a waistcoat, too, which would have probably looked even more fancy if it wasn't over her hoodie. Duane wasn't wearing anything, because Duane was an igneous, volcanic rock of felsic composition. Geologists liked to call him 'rhyolite.' Lou called him 'Duane.' If you asked Lou what Duane would have called himself, it would have been 'The only worthwhile entity within this horrid mess we call Headquarters.'

'Gosh, Duane. Maybe you're not overdressed,' Lou said, leaning into the rock. 'Look at them all, Duane. That woman looks like an umbrella!' Lou wished she was an umbrella. People loved umbrellas. Lou knew she did, anyhow.

It's very easy to tell whether or not a Glimpse is uncomfortable. by Alleb on 2017-02-14 20:05:39 UTC Reply

Agent Alleb was certainly uncomfortable. If she wasn't touching her hair--as if it were in some special configuration and not falling to her shoulders like normal--she was fidgeting with her dress, or wringing her hands, or biting her lip. However, even if she had been still as a statue, it would have been easy to see that she was uncomfortable, because her paper-white face was nearly covered in an embarrassed flush.

"Really, Sir Jesse," she said, tugging at the shoulder of her gown as they walked, "are you sure this is... fashionable?"

"Yep!" Jesse answered. He practically skipped through the Generic Halls, looking dapper in a black three-piece suit and starched white undershirt. She found the cut of his jacket odd; its front edge ended at his waist while the back went nearly to his knees in two long tails. He'd tamed his mop of golden hair and hidden it beneath a brimmed cylindrical hat--a "top hat" he'd called it--and had even shaved. He grinned at her, eyes twinkling. Alleb managed to smile back, though she was still tugging at her gown.

Well, Alleb thought, biting her lip and peering down the corridor, that's rather easy for him to say. He does not look ridiculous. She looked down at her own clothing, and felt the knots in her stomach tighten. The color was alright--a deep blue--but some madman had designed the shoulders to not be on her shoulders. She kept trying to tug them up; she was sure the whole thing would fall at any moment. Not to mention the fact that the cut revealed two stab wounds and the edge of a long cut on her shoulder, all long healed, but red and ugly nonetheless. And, as if that weren't bad enough, she had a train dragging along behind her, rustling over the Generic Floor and making a nuisance of itself.

Alleb sighed. At least she'd resisted the shopkeeper's attempt to stuff her into one of those "corset" things. She wouldn't have breathed for fear of breaking the laces.

"Hey, I think this is it," Jesse said, stopping in front of a wooden door. His grin returned. He opened the door and swept his top hat off in a bow, ushering her in. "After you, Lady Alleb," he said, his grin never faltering.

Alleb raised an eyebrow and bowed in return. "My thanks," she said, "Sir Jesse." She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and marched into the dimly-lit room. It was going to be an interesting night.

Michael Green was tired of a lot of things. He was tired of missions, he was tired of Sues twisting the canon, he was tired of the unrelenting grey of the Generic Hallways. More than anything, though, he was tired of his partner.

They both stopped outside of the mahogany door. Michael was in a slightly-rumpled suit, and had traded in his white ceramic coffee mug for a sleek black travel cup. Mia was in her customary leather jacket, black tank top, and black ripped jeans, her ever-present black sunglasses... present. Michael suppressed a sigh (he had a lot of experience doing that). She might have been original in her method of expressing rage at life in general. She might have opted for an orange jumper, indicating her lack of respect for society's rules of fashion. She might have chosen a red hat, symbolizing her anger for the world. She might have worn a pair of green pants, showing off her disgust for everyone.

But, no, she'd chosen black, as if it hadn't been done a thousand times before. Michael suppressed another sigh. This was going to be interesting.

"Why're we here, Greenie?" Mia growled. Well, she tried to growl. Her voice was too high and feminine for growling, but he had to give it to her, she really did try. "Wouldn't counting loose threads in your suit be a better waste of time for both of us?"

Probably, he thought. "We're here so one or both of us can get married and move into another RC," he reminded her. "Then you won't have to deal with me, and I won't have to deal with you." He took a sip of coffee, blinking tiredly at the mahogany door. Why weren't they going in? "Oh," he said, reaching for the handle. Mia scoffed as he opened it, brushing past him into a darkened room. Michael took another fortifying gulp before following her. He hoped she was wrong about this being a waste of time; he really wanted a different RC.

A girlfriend would be nice too, he supposed.

((Alleb and Jesse are in standard 1870s formal wear, as Jesse is from that time period and Alleb unwisely let him shop for her. I couldn't resist stuffing Alleb into the stuff; she's a muscle-bound warrior woman in a sleeveless, shoulder-less dress, from a time period that loved slim waists and the like. Poor girl. I thought about giving her a corset, but she's built like a slightly-feminine bull, so I didn't think that would go well.

Here are links for Alleb, Jesse, Michael, and Mia's wiki pages, in case anyone wants visual reference.

Thanks for putting this soiree on ~~Aegis~~ Mysterious Host!

-Alleb))

A young black man in a gray tuxedo walked up to the table, invitation in hand. by eatpraylove on 2017-02-14 19:23:59 UTC Reply

"Hello there! I'm Miguel Correa. You must be Apecian; pleasure to meet you." Miguel sat down across from the mysterious man. "So...nice place, huh? I wonder why no one's ever noticed it or been here before."

"I can't believe they had nice clothes for us on such short notice." by eatpraylove on 2017-02-14 19:21:59 UTC Reply

Chris was wearing a clearly rented but still nice black suit. He didn't have a tie, but he did have a yellow violet corsage pinned to the jacket.

"I can't believe they had something for a pony," said Ami. She had a simple pastel-purple dress and a blue ribbon holding her mane out of her face. They'd offered fancy horseshoes, too, but she declined.

Miguel, meanwhile, had simply dug out the suit he'd wanted to use for a Bond costume the previous year. "It's a shame Violet didn't want to come. I really love that pheasant dress from last year."

"Yeah, me too." Ami looked around for the table with her name. "Remind me again what the signal for 'Let's go home' is?"

"One of us finding the other and saying it," Chris deadpanned. "Ami, we're not undercover agents or going into a risky neighborhood, we don't need a safeword."

"I'm ready to split up if you two are," Miguel commented.

Chris nodded. "All right. Have fun, guys!"

Miguel wandered off towards the back, and Ami headed for the left wing. For his part, Chris found his table relatively quickly.

Apecian and Michael walked into the elegant room. by Granz the Ice Cream Monarch on 2017-02-14 10:12:40 UTC Reply

Both were in formal wear, although Apecian's was more an approximation of such adapted from his usual outfit, the most notable changes being that his shirt had long sleeves and he was wearing a vest in a deeper shade of red than his eyes. Michael, on the other hand, was wearing a traditional tuxedo, with a green neck tie tied in a knot whose name Apecian couldn't remember. Apecian grinned at his partner, who had seemed to relax a bit after seeing the modicum of privacy afforded by the low lighting.

"Alright, you ready?" he asked. His clothes may have been more formal, but his speech most definitely wasn't.

"I believe so, yes," Michael replied quietly. Apecian had been around him long enough to pick up that he was nervous, and scoffed.

"Come on, you'll do just fine," he said. "Go on, find your table." Michael hesitated, but then nodded.

"Good luck," he said, and went in search of his name. Apecian waved to his partner, then started walking around the tables. He managed to find his name rather quickly, and he considered taking a peak at his first date's name. He grinned at the thought of this as a date, and decided against it. No need to ruin the surprise. He slid into his seat, and waited for the other to arrive.

You have been invited. by The Mysterious Host on 2017-02-14 08:42:48 UTC RP Reply

A small rectangle of fine cardstock has been slipped under your RC door. It is an invitation, in elegant script, to a get-together with fellow . . . interested, parties.

It proceeds to detail an event in which agents will be given a chance to get to know one another. A bit like speed dating. If you have received the invitation, you are already on the list of participants, and a place has been set for you.

Of course, your attendance is at your discretion.

The interesting part for the inquiring-minded agent is this: the invitation gives directions to an address within central HQ (near the Lounge, in fact).

This address has never existed.

Your investigation leads you to a door of rich, warm mahogany, and inside you find a warmly lit room, dominated by gas lamps and candles.

The ring of tables is covered with a deep red tablecloth, a single lamp on each providing enough lighting that you can see your partner, but little enough for it to feel . . . private. Additionally, a card of the same material as the invitation marks your place at the table. It bears your name, in the same fine script as the invitation which brought you here.

The Mysterious Host sits at (his?) table at the back, the two halves of the ring sweeping towards his like wings. His table is slightly more shadowed, his chair richer and higher-backed and his table smaller. There may even be a place beside him.

All you can tell of his appearance is that he is dressed in elegant clothing, and seems to be smiling warmly. He raises his his glass, full of deep red liquid, in greeting, and brings it to his lips.

Of course, your attendance is at your discretion . . .

"Keegra," the shardmind called. by Aegis on 2017-02-14 01:11:58 UTC Reply

"You realize if you smash whatever's in there, there's really no point in opening the box."

He walked over and offered her the key. "Try this?"

If he ended up with a bag, he might try keeping the spiked ball for his further travels.

((Can you edit your original post to reflect this?)) (nm) by Storme Hawk on 2017-02-09 22:36:29 UTC Reply

((Ah)) by Mattman The Comet on 2017-02-09 20:43:47 UTC Reply

((I choose the enchantment!))

((You do realize that Bellas is trying to do 3 rounds worth of actions in 1 round, right?... by Storme Hawk on 2017-02-09 20:39:38 UTC Reply

That isn't going to work.))

"Miss Bloodfist, might I recommend you be wary of that Chest, lest it be a Mimic?" (nm) by Mattman The Comet on 2017-02-09 16:05:39 UTC Reply

Bellas dropped several bags as she entered The Last Bastion, stretching when they hit the ground. by Mattman The Comet on 2017-02-09 16:04:34 UTC Reply

"Yeesh, doesn't that horse know how to pack lightly?" She asked to no one in particular. She then begun work on enchanting her Bow.

It was at about this moment that a smell hit her. It was definitely Tea, but it was the innate Tea-ness of the smell that caught her attention. To Tl;Dr the feelings it brought along, it was nostalgic, and comforting. She knew of only one Tea-maker that made Tea like this.

"Oi! Old Man!" Bellas said, waving to the Shardmind in question.

No reaction.

"The Tea's getting cold!"

Where one Uriel Seraphim once was there was now a simple cloud of dust.

"This Tea is not getting cold," The Shardmind said, examining the Tea Stand. He turned to where the voice came from, a raging fire in his eyes, quite literally in fact. Said fire died down almost immediately when he saw who stood there. "Ah, Miss Schwarz, it is a pleasure."

"Same, how long has it been? A year? Two?"

"You last visited my shop a week ago."

"Ooo treasure room," Bellas said, running off towards said room.

Uriel simply shrugged and walked after her.

((Bellas begins enchanting her Bow. Uriel searches the treasure room.))

Keegra paused. Why was she trying to lift the lid? by Iximaz on 2017-02-09 07:22:44 UTC Reply

Especially when she could smash it?

She lifted a fist and brought it down on the top of the chest.

There was a clip-clop of hooves on stone as Centorea walked across the floor. by Granz the Ice Cream Monarch on 2017-02-09 07:17:44 UTC Reply

((Warning: The following is a lot of text with very little that is actually important. I shall sum it up below if you (justifiably) do not want to wade through this giant thing looking for the tiny kernels of useful information.))

She smiled a little. She wasn't a Rogue, at least, not this time, so she enjoyed the feeling of authority the sound gave her. As she surveyed the room, she noticed that one of the doors was open. "Oh?" she said. Carefully, she peered through the opening. It seemed to be empty except for a creature of some sort. She grimaced. On the other hand, perhaps there were times when being stealthy could be useful, even for a Knight. She drew her sword and shield, and walked about halfway across the floor. "Identify yourself!" The creature didn't move, nor did it speak. "I said, identify yourself!" Again, nothing happened. Centorea was a bit puzzled. She walked a bit closer. Still, nothing. She stared at the thing warily, looking for clues. Then, a tiny whiff of a familiar scent hit her nose. Ah, so that was it. A zombie. Evidently, a zombie without a master. She stepped a bit closer, and sniffed again. Whoever its master had been, he was good. Barely a hint of the scent of rot, and it seemed not to have visibly decayed at all. She paused, thought, and smiled. Well, that confirmed it. If her information was right, and it was rarely wrong, he was here, for who else would be so ridiculously fussy as to prevent a zombie from reeking of death? She carefully stepped around the zombie and into the next room. Ah, there he was, exactly as he'd been described to her. "Oh, Virro!" she called. Immediately, the Orc next to him swung around to face her, raising his mace. Virro himself also turned, but did not raise the bow he had just received from Renna. He stared at her.

"Do I know you?" he asked carefully. Mentally, she laughed. Whoops. Of course he wouldn't recognize her, she wasn't even the same species as she'd been before!

"Virro, it's Connel!" she said, stepping towards him. The Orc growled low in his throat, but Virro shook his head, then smiled at her, eyes a bit brighter for seeing someone he knew.

"Connel! It has been far too long," he said, walking towards her as she clopped over to him. They embraced when they met, and looked each other over. "I see you've changed more than your face," he said.

"Well, of course!" she replied. "Not all of us are sticks-in-the-mud like you who keep the same Race and name every time. Actually, I have changed my name this time, too. I'm Centorea, now!" He smirked a little.

"Centorea? Truly?"

"Yeah," she said, flashing a smile at him before bending down to whisper into his ear. "And, if you're good, I'll be your knight tonight, just like she's his." He shook his head and smiled.

"Not this time, I'm afraid," he said. "I take it you have taken the Knight class, then." She unbent and looked down at him.

"Yup," she replied. "Shield Wall form. I've also got the Healer and Cleric stuff from Centaur. I heard you guys could use some support. So, what about you?"

"I have taken the Beastmaster and Necromancer racial feats, and the Stealer of People class feat." It was Centorea's turn to smirk, and she looked over his head at Davug. He was standing a short distance away, and glaring at her.

"Oh, that one, huh? Is that why that guy's following you around and being so protective?" She grinned. "It's so cute when they try to do that for us! Oh, is it gonna be like the other time? The one where you-"

"Con- Centorea, please," Virro hissed, glancing nervously over his should. He saw Davug, and winced a little. "Please, Centorea, he said again, a bit less urgently. "Not here, not now, and not in front of them." She raised her eyebrows.

"Are you still that broken up over that? You fixed it in the end, didn't you? Undid what you did that year?" He grimaced, and looked away.

"It was still the most vile thing I have done in all of my existence," he said.

"Virro, that was literally lifetimes ago," she replied crossing her arms. "You've got to get over it someday."

"I am over it, but I shall not allow it to happen again. Now, may we please change the subject?"

"Alright, we can do that." She grinned again and bent down to whisper once more. "So, if you're not going to do that, how long is it gonna take before you start trying to get him to show you if he's more than just tall."

"Centorea!" he said. "I told you, I am not doing that again. Never again." She rolled her eyes.

"Oh, come on, you know what I was asking," she replied. "I'm asking when you're just gonna talk him into it."

"I am not," he huffed. "This game was clearly not built for such purposes. There is no mechanic in place that would cover such a scenario."

"It's got a mechanic that covers everything," she said. "And, hey, looking at him, who knows what he's thinking. I mean, how hard did you really have to try to get him to come along with that face?" She stroked her fingers down his cheek, and he didn't flinch. It was rather normal, for them.

"I rolled a natural twenty," he muttered.

"Oooh, nice going. Oh, maybe that's the game's-" She was interrupted by a crashing sound from the next room. Virro was very relieved for the distraction. "What was that?" she asked.

"It was likely one of our teammates doing particularly poorly on a roll," he replied. "Do you wish to find out, and meet them in the flesh?"

"That sounds great," she said. She paused. "Oh, but, before we do, you should probably do something about that guy out there. He's not actually doing anything, and I'm guessing that's not on purpose." Virro groaned, and stuck his head through the doorway.

"Why does he have to be such an idiot?" he grumbled. He was about to shout at the zombie to turn around and actually guard the door, when Centorea decided to tell him another piece of valuable information.

"Oh, by the way, there's an Elf who's gonna be showing up pretty soon," she added. Virro glared at her.

"You could not have told me this before I almost had my zombie butchered?" he asked.

"I guess I just forgot," she said. She grinned and shrugged innocently.

"I know very well you did not," he said.

"Yeah, you're right." Centorea grinned and walked towards the hallways. Once she was a suitable distance away to Davug's mind, he walked up next to Virro.

"You know her." It was a statement, not a question.

"Yes."

"How?" Virro sighed.

"I... cannot tell you at this moment. It would break certain... rules. I will explain it to you later, however. I do swear." Davug grunted. He was obviously not happy about it. Virro wondered if, perhaps, Centorea was right, and this was a form of... jealousy. He quickly dismissed the thought. No, it wasn't. "I must ask, was Shaban as much of a fool as I have seen him be in death in life?"

"Yes." They walked the little remaining distance in silence, and both were a bit relieved to find themselves on the other side of corridor. Centorea was standing next to Xiv'riit, shaking her head and looking at his.

"How did you get that to happen?" she asked. "Never mind, I know. Here, let me handle this." She began channeling healing energy into the Shardmind, trying to remove his injuries.

"I see you are taking to your role quite quickly," Virro said, smiling. "You may wish to know that this is Xiv'riit. Xiv'riit, this is Centorea. She will be joining our party." In a slightly better mood, he surveyed the room, and quickly made his way towards the row of amulets. Perhaps there was something he would find useful. Meanwhile, Davug, after giving the room a quick enough glance to believe that Xiv'riit had set off the only trap in the room, moved to search the pile of weaponry for another one-handed weapon he could use.

((TL;DR Version: Blah, blah, talking, blah, blah, vague references, blah, blah, Virro knows Shaban's not watching for anybody but is leaving him like that so Mattman's character can get through, blah, blah, game mechanics, blah, blah, leaning on the fourth wall, blah, blah, Centorea's using her Cleric powers on Xiv'riit, Virro's looking through the amulets and stuff, and Davug is looking for another one-handed weapon.))

Round 22 - In which more becomes available. by Storme Hawk on 2017-02-09 04:52:14 UTC Reply

Virro: (7 + 2Cir = 9) Talking to Renna it appears that the bow is more than sufficient. Shutting up as Renna works her magic on the bow, you watch as the enchantments on it begin to take shape.

Evard: ()

Uriel: (3) Writing your newfound discovery down in your journal, you become engrossed in your journal flipping back and forth through it wondering how else you could further the research into exactly how Psions work,

Keegra: (7 - 1inj = 6) You run into the room, not quite sure what to start trying to loot first. You head over to the chest and find that it is locked, no matter how hard you try you find yourself unable to make the lid of the chest lift.

Xiv'riit: (12) Searching underneath the welcome mat, you find a large heavy key, that after Keegra's screams of annoyance at the chest she is at, you realize must be used to open the chest. Before you can move across the room the trap you activated when you picked up the mat comes into play, dropping a medium sized, metal spiked ball onto your head.

Combat! Trap (17) vs Xiv'riit (13 + 5 -1Arm = 17) Nothing happens...

Despite the ball falling towards your head, you barely feel it as it bounces off and lands on the floor besides you. Even though it didn't hurt persay you definitely feel the concussion caused by having a heavy object dropped on your head. So much for your theory that Parnax definitely wouldn't lay any traps for you in his treasure rooms. Gained Concussion (-3 Inj, 4 turns Remaining)

Kali: ()

Yeleni: ()

Priya: ()

Bellas: () You have heard of the Bore Hole and traveled many miles from the Elven Kingdom to get here. Along the way you encountered the Centaur who now walks by your side as the two of you enter this place. The cavernous entryway has thinned down to the point where you are forced to walk in single file, and has become so low that your centaur friend now has to duck. Still, you have found yourself at a crossroads, looking to your right you see what appears to be an armory with what seem to be the same kind of weapons as the ones you carry now, to the left is some kind of old barracks that now looks abandoned. Seeing a small huddle of people in the room ahead of you you enter, finding yourself in Room 4

Centorea: () You have heard of the Bore Hole and traveled many miles from the Southern Steppes to get here. Along the way you encountered the Elf who now walks by your side as the two of you enter this place. The cavernous entryway has thinned down to the point where you are forced to walk in single file, and has become so low that you now have to duck. Still, you have found yourself at a crossroads, looking to your right you see what appears to be an armory with what seem to be the same kind of weapons as the ones you carry now, to the left is some kind of old barracks that now looks abandoned. Seeing a small huddle of people in the room ahead of you you enter, finding yourself in Room 4

Davug: () You wait in the Last Bastion for Virro's next orders.

Shaban: () You wait in the Room 4 for Virro's next orders

Rudig: (9) You head into Room 6 and start picking out some new armour for your fellow warriors in The Last Bastion

Gikur: (3) Seeing Xiv'riit trigger the door mat trap you worry about setting foot inside.

Urouk: () You stand guard, looking out of the known entrance to The Last Bastion.

Trijask: () You continue to guard the door to The Last Bastion and watch for enemies to kill.

Gantuxuz: (4) You stand in room 6 watching as people moe around and start to loot it.

Guard Dogs: () you wait for Trijask to give you an order and attack.

Renna: (9) You are able to enchant Virro's bow. With a finishing touch you make it slightly more lethal against undead, just because you feel like you can.

Prilanos: (3) Busy in the Last Bastion you don't realize anything is wrong in Room 6.

Blearm: () you giggle quietly, the normal people in The Last Bastion ignore you as they always do, you know you're not right in the head, if you were you wouldn't be where you are. Happy to be trading again you giggle as you watch both theElf and the Shardmind get acquainted with their new weapons

Characters:

Xiv'riit: Weapons – Spork(+3), Fatal Touch (+6, Lethal Touch, Return Policy), Armour - , Other - , Ring of Thur ('Rub thrice and drop it' and a mysterious stranger may arrive to help you for a turn, One use only), Known Enemy (+2 Cir when interacting with Zombie Lords), Undead Bane (+2 Cir when fighting Undead), Lethal Touch (Once per room you can activate Lethal Touch to double the attack bonus you gained in the round you activated Lethal Touch and the damage dealt by Fatal Touch in that round, this is done before the dice roll for combat. However you lose 1D6 Health every time you activate Lethal Touch), Return Policy (If the item with this rule is not in your hand, or on your body it will automatically return to your hand (if one is free) or sheath itself to your side (otherwise). Concussion (-3 Inj, 4 turns Remaining) Health 24/28

Yeleni: Weapons - Quarterstaff(+2), Armour - , Other - , Health 30/26

Priya: Weapons - Monk's Spade(+2), Armour - Banded Armour (Heavy, +4), Other - , Health 19/25

Bella: Weapons - Shortbow (+2), Quiver (99 Arrows), Short sword (+2), Short sword (+3), Armour - Sturdy Robes (+1), Other - , Health 12/12

Centorea: Weapons - Long sword (+4), Armour - Shield (+3) Studded Leather Armour (+3), Other - , Health 20/20

Davug: Weapons - Mace(+2), Armour - Studded Leather Armour(+3) Leather Armour(+2, Not Used), Other- Admirer(+2 Cir when fighting alongside Keegra), Health 18/26

Shaban: Weapons - , Armour - Leather Armour (Light +2), Other- , Health 3/7

Gikur Ironfeet: Weapons - Waraxe(+2, Improved), Armour - Full Plate(Plate, +7), Shield(+3) Other - , Health 21/21

Udouk Goldtank: Weapons - Waraxe(+2, Improved), Armour - Full Plate(Plate, +7), Shield(+3) Other - , Health 24/24

Rudig Stoneheart: Weapons - Waraxe(+2, Improved), Armour - Full Plate(Plate, +8), Shield (+4) Other - , Health 25/25

Trijask: Weapons - Greatsword(+3), Armour - Banded Armour(Heavy, +6), Other - , Health 29/29

Gantuxuz: Weapons - GreatSword(+4), Armour - Banded Armour (Heavy, +7), Other - , Health 18/18

Guard Dog 1: Weapons - Teeth(+2), Armour - , Other - , Health 6/6

Guard Dog 2: Weapons - Teeth(+3), Armour - , Other - , Health 4/4

Renna Liaran: Weapons - Longbow(+5 (2+3), 99 Arrows Remaining), Armour - Leather Armour(Light, +3), Other - , Health 25/25

Prilanos: Weapons - Javelins(+1, 22 Remaining), Armour - Holy Scale Armour(Mail, +4, +2 Cir When Healing/removing injuries, +4 Health given when restoring Health), Other - , Health 27/27

Blearm: Weapons - Sling(+2), Armour - Padded Armour(Light, +3, Can only be worn by Kobolds, Goblins and Halflings), Other - Hyperspace Market Stall (Can trade with people), Health 10/10

Loot in Room 4: 2 Leather Armour(Light +2), Mace(+1), Scale Mail(Mail. +3)

"Oh, so you want me to play, do you?" by Granz the Ice Cream Monarch on 2017-02-09 01:05:10 UTC Reply

"Well, I suppose I'm not busy at the moment. But, on the other hand, I did have a little proposition... Oh, you say Virro's here, do you? I guess I could play with him again. Alright, why don't we have at it?"

Name: ~~Elizabeth Farstrike~~ "Centorea Shianus. Oh, don't sound so shocked, everybody was thinking it."

Gender: "Female, obviously."

Race: "Centaur, of course. Otherwise, the name wouldn't fit! Now, let's see... I suppose I'll take Healer and Natural Hedge Make - Cleric." That comes with an Armor restriction. "I know. I suppose, if I arrive with Plate, I'll just have to... take it off, you'd say." What. "Moving on... for now."

Class: "Knight, with the Shield Wall ability."

Health: "28!" 20 (12+8). "I don't suppose I could change your mind, could I?" No. Stop. What are you doing. No! NEXT!

Anything Else: A tease. "Oooh, so you want me to tease you now? I can do that..." This is exactly what I mean. Please make her stop. Virro, help me. "I have not the slightest idea what you mean. Ah, hello, Centorea. It has been a while, hasn't it?" "Ever so long, like some other things." No, no, no, this is a kid-friendly- "I do not believe you will be able to stop her." "Could you ever do it?" "Not without a spell." "Oh, there were some other things that worked. You know, like that one time-" CUT!

Accepted (naturally) by Storme Hawk on 2017-02-08 22:43:01 UTC Reply

I'll put them into the next round

Presenting: Another Character by Mattman The Comet on 2017-02-08 22:22:37 UTC Reply

Name: Bellas Schwarz

Gender: Female

Race: Elf - Arcane Archer - Natural Wizard (Enchanter)

Class: Fighter - Dual Wielder

Health: 1d20 +6 = (6)+6 = 12

Anything Else: Generally prefers Guerrilla tactics. Prefers carrying 2 short swords and a bow. Raised in the wild.

"Thank you," Xiv'riit said, nodding to Blearm. by Aegis on 2017-02-08 22:11:07 UTC Reply

It proceeded to join the adventurers in searching the next room, weighing its longsword in its hand as it did so.

The welcome mat it found suspicious, for some reason, and it made to examine it, looking for pressure switches and signs of traps.

It didn't expect to find any, considering the dragon remained here in order to be challenged, and so would want the adventurers to make it to the armory unharmed, but still. It didn't hurt to check.

Keegra went into the next room, eager to look through the plunder. by Iximaz on 2017-02-08 22:03:40 UTC Reply

(That is, I'm gonna loot the room!)

Uriel relays the information he obtained. by Mattman The Comet on 2017-02-04 19:49:40 UTC Reply

He also takes out a journal labeled 'Uriel Seraphim's Methods and Applications of Eldritch Presence' and writes and entry. While doing so he proposes the party to take inventory of the room and find tools and weapons they may need, and trade the rest to the Kobold Vendor. He then mentions that they may soon need a Bag of Holding.

"Excellent," the Elf says. by Granz the Ice Cream Monarch on 2017-02-03 05:35:04 UTC Reply

"Thank you, Blearm. It is much appreciated." He walks back over to Renna, and says, "Do you believe this will be sufficient?"

Round 21 - The Door Opens... kind of. by Storme Hawk on 2017-02-03 05:30:27 UTC Reply

Virro: (7 + 2Cir = 9) You barter with Blearm quite successfully, and are delighted when he gives you a fine oak longbow in return for your currently broken weapon. You are not quite sure where either your new longbow appeared from, or where your old bow went, but right now you don't really care. Lost Cracked Bow, Gained Longbow (+5)

Evard: ()

Uriel: (9) You use your powers in a way that most had not thought to use them before. Whilst you are very sure that there are no magic users in the next room, you are not 100% sure there are no sentient creatures in the next room at all. You did however feel the presence of several magic, and magical, items in the next room.

Keegra: (2) You try to speak but you just can't make the words come out. In fact the co-ordination between your teeth, your brain and your tongue is so bad that you manage to bite your tongue whilst trying to speak, badly. This doesn't stop you from trying however, and when you realize that talking isn't your best bet right now, in your gesturing you manage to strike the door, slightly harder than you intended. The pain jars your arm slightly, but with your bash the door seems to pop out of its hinges and fall to the ground, revealing to you Room 6. Gained (Bitten Tongue, -1 Inj, 1 turns remaining) Lost 3 health.

Xiv'riit: (12) You give your longsword to Blearm and in return he carefully hands you an exquisite longsword. It is only after he has handed it to you, and you have picked it up, that you realise that he had kept some cloth between his hand and the sword whilst giving it to you. Before you can question why, a searing pain ripples through your body, cause you to yell out in agony, however after a brief few, but painful, seconds the pain is gone. Looking at Blearm he squeaks "Sword is now bounds to you, it can never go too far from you and will always return. Onlys way to release you from this is to die." Despite the morbid way the Kobold ends his speech, you can't help but feel empowered by your sword. Gained Fatal Touch (+6, Lethal Touch, Return Policy) Lost 6 Health.

Kali: ()

Yeleni: ()

Priya: ()

Davug: () You wait in the Last Bastion for Virro's next orders

Shaban: () You wait in the Room 4 for Virro's next orders

Rudig: () You puzzle over the existence of the newfound passageway and begin to work out how would be best to hold it in case things take a turn for the worse.

Gikur: (4) Amazed at how Keegra opened the door with a single punch, the disappearance of the door makes you worry about setting foot inside.

Urouk: () You stand guard, looking out of the known entrance to The Last Bastion.

Trijask: () You continue to guard the door to The Last Bastion and watch for enemies to kill.

Gantuxuz: (8) You move through the doorway, stepping over the welcome mat as if it wasn't there. Poking a couple of things and lifting weapons and armour from their positions you declare the room safe.

Guard Dogs: () you wait for Trijask to give you an order and attack.

Renna: ()

Prilanos: (7 + 2Cir = 9) taking the initiative you move over to Xiv'riit and try to heal him. (6) Your healing energy flows through him and heal him for 9 Health. You make the motions again, (4) restoring a further 5 Health.

Characters:

Virro: Weapons - Shortbow(+2) Quiver(35 Arrows), Armour - , Other - (+1 Cir when guarding a door or doorway), Orc Bodyguard (You control what your Orc Bodyguard does each round), Undead Orc Bodyguard, Necromantic Genius (+2 Cir when trying to raise undead),Gained Longbow (+5) Health 22/26