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Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 2/19/2020 5:32 pm

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Igrest moans lowly at seemingly random intervals, his head bumping listlessly against the muscular Barbarian's back. Despite being clad in his grime- and blood-ridden orange robes, his body shows no sign of being affected by the gnawing cold encompassing his companions and himself.

Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 2/14/2020 7:25 pm

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The sorcerer's heavy wounds bleed steadily, albeit not profusely anymore. Hanging limply in Kondor's clasp, the albino's only faint sign of life is his extremely slowly breathing chest, heaving upwards and downwards ever so slightly.

Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 2/12/2020 5:28 pm

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(OOC: Go team Win! Avenge me... and save me. Please?!  )

Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 2/11/2020 5:19 pm

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The sorcerer lets out an almost resigned sigh and he ends face first on the cold floor, collapsing unceremoniously, a dull thud echoing upon impact.

Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 2/10/2020 2:21 am

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"Accursed brutes! Is there no end to the land's depravity?", the sorcerer shrieks as he throws desperately a barrage of two darts at the nearest beastman.

(OOC: Initiative d6 roll: 5.
First attack roll d20: 6
Second attack roll d20: 8
Fighting Ability: 1)

Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 2/07/2020 1:46 pm

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"AT YOUR BEHEST I ANSWER!", the sorcerer manages a shrill shriek as he follows Gundrabu's voice outside.

"My boons are spent, tell me how may I aid".

Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 2/05/2020 5:41 am

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(OOC: I am sorry for the AFK, I was down with the flu and it's the first day I am even remotely functional)

"Kondor, Gundrabu, guide me with your voice! Atlantis' smokes and deceptions will beguile them while you make short work of them!", the Altantean calls out from the north of the chamber where he remains shroude in a 20 x 20 x 20 ft cube of thick, reeking smoke.

(OOC: Init d6 roll = 2)
 

Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 1/29/2020 8:03 pm

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Awash with blood and horror, the Sorcerer chants softly, his melodious voice at stark contrast with his predicament. His voice is meek and almost lifeless as he tries to bring the incantation to its very end.

[Iniative d6 result = 3. Igrest tries to cast Smoke Cloud centered on himself.]
 

Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 1/28/2020 5:48 pm

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The Atlantean shudders as the ring is fixed on his finger. He lets out a sigh of oddly-sounding relief, given the circumstance. He allows many of his thick, soot-ridden furs to fall on the debris-ridden ground and stretches his arms, his fiery-coloured robes flowing freely around him.

"At long last; I can now work my Art freely, without the constraints and the fetters of cold and ice alike. A lucky find or an omen of a brighter, Helios-blessed future? Only time will tell."

Igrest redoubles his efforts in barricading the entrance as best as he can. He seems to be more sure-footed than before, with a smirk of confidence forming faintly on his patched, decrepit mouth.

"Kondor, Gundrabu, what is the plan to seeing our offenders falter and their lives extinguished?"

Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 1/27/2020 4:01 pm

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Igrest sets on to barricading the doorway, allowing Kondor to take the brunt of the work while patching over any holes with debris and pews, seeking to bolster the barricade.

As he huffs and puffs, clearly frail and weary already from his physical toil, he produces a small gold ring with a bright red gem topping it from his belt pouch. He silently puts it on.

Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 1/26/2020 6:33 pm

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"We can't just stay here, sooner or later they will swarm in. Let us barricade the door the best we can; how can one lure them savage Picts in here, froth in their mouth without thinking about their safety or tactics?"

Igrest will try to help barricade the entrance as best as possible and as long as the smoke still remains thick and clinging about.

[Iniative d6 result: 1]

Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 1/23/2020 4:16 pm

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Igrest nods at Gundrabu, quickly producing a number of darts from his belt and attempts to arrange pews and broken debris in a way to create as much cover as possible from the deadly arrow hail.

"The ululations of the savages are nigh, priest of Chaos Seething. Do we have an escape route deeper unto the sanctum or are we destined to die hither, were we to fail stopping the fierce tide besetting us?"

[OOC: Roll d6 initative result: 2

Question: XP granted includes the +10% XP bonus due to high ability scores or should I add it myself?]

Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 1/21/2020 6:47 pm

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Igrest moans in relief as the healing energies of the Kimmerian's token wash over his wound and offers a pained word of thanks: "A brave deed, Kimmerian.".

He then starts chanting in a strange tongue, grabs some ash from the ground and hurls it towards the sanctuary's entrance from which the arrows keep flying. The incantation finished, he would then seek cover behind the sturdiest pew around him. [Initiative, 1d6 result: 2] [ OOC: Igrest casts Smoke Cloud, centered at the sanctuary's double doorway. Range 60 ft. A 20x20x20 area is filled with dense cloud of smoke. Max range for ranged attacks is now 10 ft, at -4 to hit. Longer ranges are impossible. Melee within the smoke cloud is also at -4 to hit. Player's Manual (PM), p. 173 ]

Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 1/19/2020 6:26 pm

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Igrest moans and allows the Swordsman to drag him to the relative safety of the temple's inner reaches. Once there, he casts a spell upon Kondor, a fiery ring of flame appearing over the Swordsman."Slay them, Kondor, Pict scum deserve to lie cold and frozen in death's clutch!", he hisses. [ OOC: Igrest casts Sorcerous Armor on Kondor (player's manual, p. 174) ] [d6 roll : 1]

Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 1/16/2020 7:25 pm

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"Foul curses! We have archers coming from the cemetary!", the sorcerer hisses as he retreats immediately, trying to reach the space behind Kondor the Swordsman.

"Priest, we are under attack! I am hit!", he gasps as an arrow is seen protruding from his torso, blood gushing freely down his dirty, soot-covered furs. Here and there, patches of his fiery robes have become blood red and soaked.

Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 1/16/2020 3:12 pm

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The sorcerer gasps and squints heavily.

[d6 result: 5]
 

Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 1/16/2020 11:48 am

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Igrest shivers and trembles, his golden eyes straining against the encroaching frost and the buffeting wind to perceive anything unseemly from his point of vigil.

[1d6 result: 4]

Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 1/15/2020 8:04 pm

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fireinthedust wrote:

Ooc: again, Kondor is essentially a Conan pastiche, and I’m hopeful that I can channel that classic Howard vibe. I’m with you two 100% on looking out for danger.
I’m sorry if I apologize for everything, I merely worry about how easy it is to type something and make people feel like I’m being a jerk. I’m maybe over compensating?

ΟΟC: You are not a jerk man, people who think of others and ask about limits just ain't jerks In fact I love Kondor, keep up the RAWR Conan RP or whatever else you fancy! We are telling a story together, that's the beauty of it!

Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 1/15/2020 5:01 pm

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The Atlantean, teeth still chattering, averts his gaze from the strange and obscure ritual Gundrabu is initiating. He keeps a sullen vigil near the sanctuary's entrance, clearly unhappy.

"All is wrong; the great Father of Warmth graces us no more and morn has naught come to us, even pale and sickly as it could be. How are we supposed to counter Darkness Eternal...?", he mutters.

Addressing Kondor, he manages a thick rasp: "I will see to the charred entrance of the sanctuary so we may not be caught unawares. See to the interior of this curst locale, swordsman."

Play-by-Post » The Scorched Sanctuary » 1/13/2020 6:40 pm

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"We nay wish to be caught in the open in the midst of an ensorcelled storm, Clerist of the Tentacle Ineffable! Whatever it is you must do, this is an  ill-fated glow that does nay bode well for our bodies and spirits! Cover must be thought of and be made available. Be it magick wild and unharnessed, or beasts unnatural and bloothirsty, all must be taken unto account!", the sorcerer calls back at Gundrabu against the howling wind.

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