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RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by EchoMirage on Today at 09:17:14 AM »
It was as if a maicious force separated them anytime they arrived at a new locale, Echo wondered while looking for any signs of Silveressa - or the others. It was even stranger because back on Earth, he always clung to someone he knew at open air events, fairs, concerts, conferences out of ... anxiety? Laziness? Subliminal gregariousness? He did not know, but this trait had been constant.

d**n, he could really use to find any of the others to shed that queer feeling, and to ventilate the tension of having been hit on, perhaps get a little external validation from the band. It was then that he heard the howl, one that could have only Lucky as a source. Determined, Echo headed in that direction, drunken threesomes a faint memory at most.
RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by valadaar on Today at 08:27:36 AM »
Val doubted the assailants had given up, and he already filled his off hand with a dart.  He looked about, trying to be as subtle as possible, while looking out for others doing the same.  Like submarine combat.  They hadn't seen him yet, and he barely them. So, he'd have to watch for intentions.  One would surely be looking for whoever brained him. The other - the same or continue on to Mystic.

Why did they always seem to disperse like cats? Didn't anyone remember not to split the d**n party?

RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by EchoMirage on Today at 07:24:36 AM »
Echo was at a loss for words initially. Looking back to his erstwhile troupe, it was not unusual for everybody to sleep with everybody else. Actors.
The idea of taking on twins was so very tempting, that the priestess swallowed the excessive saliva before answering. Negatively.
In addition to concerns of fidelity, though perchance worlds apart, Echo found drunkards unappealing for conversation and intercourse.
"I am flattered, certainly, but I already have a girlfriend."

She nodded apologetically. "When you sober up, I would not mind to act in your troupe though - but we should part for now." Verily, Echo would love to try this new-found dexterity on stage.
But it was time to find Silveressa. He had to get a few cues about being a girl.
RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by Silveressa on Today at 12:58:40 AM »
Silveressa winced at the piercing howl, biting back the instinctive  reprisal that rose to her lips, a hold over from yelling at Lucky when he saw fit to bark and growl at anyone he deemed threatening to those he cared for. As the distress call echoed through the fog she scanned the crowd for any signs of her companions, hoping her friends would find them soon so she could relay the warning and vanish with them into the darkness and be well away before their pursuers even knew they had gone.
RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by Lucky on Today at 12:36:35 AM »
Lucky panted and licked the side of Will's face, "Then that's how it will be." He told the boy, reaching up a paw to gently rest on his shoulder.

"Over there Tusserk!" Silveressa's call yanked his attention to the mist enshrouded stall, her extended finger guiding his sight as he noticed the monk suddenly embracing someone, the realization they all could be in imminent danger pushing him into action.

"Cover your ears Wil, I'm going to see how loud I can howl." He told the boy, trusting he would see it as a game and not become frightened, nodding as Silveressa scooped him up and he clamped his hands over his head.

Taking a deep breath Lucky raised his head and barked loudly, yipping in three short barks followed by three longer howls and then three short barks, repeating the pattern twice more before falling silent. The distinct S.O.S call he trusted would be universal enough for his earthen companions to recognize it as a signal of distress and warning and send them running, but would otherwise be seen by natives as only a wolf howling at the moon.
RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by Tusserk on Today at 12:15:47 AM »
Feeling a warm web slide across his brain before vanishing, Tusserk turned towards the speaker. Looking the person up and down Tusserk smiled slightly. Casually looking left and right to see if any others were dressed like this man Tusserk then threw his arms out wide and engulfed the man, below the elbows, in a bear hug. “Brother!”

Leaning his head in close to whisper into the man’s ear, Tusserk turned his head so his chin was pressing onto the carotid artery. “If you struggle then I will press harder and stop the flow of blood to your brain and then slowly crush your bones. So you can answer the questions and continue to live or you can fight back and die in a broken heap. Who sent you and for what purpose?” His eyes continued to scan the crowd as he talked. His concentration in scanning the crowd momentarily slacking his grip on the bear hug.

Rolled a 19+2 for saving throw vs spell of 15, Lady Wolf saw it
(22:12:31) Minion: Tusserk rolls 1d20 and gets 1. the attacking bear hug... evidently failed like Clodo's sex life

RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by Murometz on Yesterday at 10:18:55 PM »
Willem stared into the dire-wolf's eyes...

"I want to stay with you!" He exclaimed and nearly leapt at Lucky, wrapping his pudgy hands around the wolf's neck, burying his face in Lucky's fur.

Sil purchased the blankets, jerkin, and sap and looked around again...

The d**n mist made it difficult to see any particular person properly. She spotted Tusserk. He was absentmindedly staring at the wares of a mustached vendor swathed in gray clothes, who had a collection of tiny frog statuettes carved from various semi-precious stones.

As she watched, happy to at least having spotted one companion, she noticed a robed figure approach Tusserk from behind. The figure paused and began speaking to Tusserk.

"Well met, friend." Tusserk heard a soothing voice behind him. "Won't you come with me now? I would speak with you and we will become like brothers."

(Tusserk needs to save vs magic...)
RP / Re: Guardians of the Citadel
« Last post by Murometz on Yesterday at 10:07:38 PM »
The young woman admired Echo's hair...

"I am Sandrade, this is my brother Guyard." She motioned to another figure who sidled up beside her, and likewise examined Echo, with a wide friendly grin. The young man looked to be identical in every way to his sister aside from their sex.

"Indeed" he purred then exclaimed,  "Mi'lady, my elven beauty, locks such as yours belong upon the stage!"

The woman giggled at her brother's words, "Guyard likes you" she announced, "And I like you" she added suggestively. "We are with the mummer's troupe. The Dragonspawn.   We are well known, both in these soggy lands and across the sea," she assured Echo, in case he doubted her. "We are talent spotters. We recruit for our band. Mayhaps you have talents for drama and comedy? We would be tickled to count an elven actress as one of us." More smiling...

"What my sister is trying to say" Guyard took over, but the three were momentarily distracted by a flying clay pot which sailed past them, smashing into some poor cloaked figure a few dozen feet away...

"What she's trying to say is that we would welcome your presence in our tent this might. We have dreamed of making love to an elf ever since we  saw our first one." More grinning...

The pair was drunk. But young and nubile, confident and attractive. If not overly charming.

Val's clay projectile found it's mark, smashing into the back of cloak #2's head, and he went reeling, knocking over another spectator as he stumbled. Val vanished into a sea of jostling people before the clay pot even hit. Likewise, as soon as the clay pot bashed cloak #2, cloak #1 vanished from site in the crowd.

It was difficult to make anything out further. Mystic still stood there, a head above, and in the midst of, a tightly packed group of people, eyes riveted to the stage where the "princess" was currently removing her robes and opining about the stamina of her dragon lover.

Val peered into the foggy group, but could not see either stalker.

Guyard hiccuped, laughed, and offered Echo a draught from his wineskin. Sandrade had moved on from the carrot locks and was now examining Echo's lithe figure.

Therafter / Re: Old School
« Last post by valadaar on Yesterday at 07:12:20 PM »
Marcus was unusually quiet as the ladies helped suit him up.  It was not too difficult - it seemed whoever wore it last was not much smaller than the barbarian.

They exited the Armory and back into the hallway.  The door opposite revealed no hints as to its contents - any sign it may have had was missing.  It did have a keyhole though.

Marcus eyed the door holding his ax, but figured if it was as thick as the armory door he might break his ax before breaching it.  He grabbed the door handle and tried to open it.
Of course it was locked - it didn't even budge.  Everything in this place was built thick and strong.

Carnegie shrugged and made to continue down the hall, Elvis in tow.
Therafter / Re: Marcus Anthony Sauvage
« Last post by valadaar on Yesterday at 06:58:09 PM »
Marcus now has a Tactical Vest (http://www.systemreferencedocuments.org/resources/systems/pennpaper/modern/smack/armor.html), which is medium armor in which he is proficent.

So, +6 to AC.

Armored kilt does not stack with the vest AC wise.

New Defense

AC [19] = 10 +6 [Tac Vest] +1 [Light Steel Shield] +2 [Dex]
Touch AC [13]    Flat-Footed [14]
Ballistic Vest- AC +0  DR +1  Special:  Converts 4 points ballistic damage into non-lethal. Can be stacked with other armor types apart from other damage conversions. No effect apart from DR for non-ballistic damage.

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