Turn 38 - Entangled

[Fabian Benavente]

Great turn! Thanks to all but special mention goes to Justin who is doing a great job playing two characters.

 

Enjoy!

 

Fabian

[tacet pressim]

[OOC - I estimate that Urokk has about 3 rounds of rage left.]

The worg was dead now and Urokk let it fall limp in a tangle of vines.  He looked up snarling and grunting with excursion.  It did not take him long to spot the goblin sprawled out on the ground and its worg a little way up the path.  There was a small being there too, a child perhaps.  This new creature was soon dismissed as harmless and forgotten. 

He had to get to the goblin.  He no longer knew why.  It was programmed into his subconscious and that was all that was left of Urokk.  His mind, his clear thinking, had left him and he functioned on cerebellum alone, like some prehistoric creature.  He let out a howl of animalistic rage as he fought his way through the plants that held him back.  There was one thing he had to do and that was kill.

Finally the dworg burst free.  His bare feet pounded on stone as he accelerated towards his prey.  The goblin did not even get a chance to defend its self as he collided with it.  Urokk pummeled his fists into its frail body, untill his knuckles bled.

[OOC - charge goblin - hopefully he can reach him before his rage runs out]

The goblin had stopped moving long before Urokk stopped swinging.  His lungs burned for air and he gasped it in.  His heart thudded, like a drum in his ears, blotting out all sound.  His muscles ached as though he was bruised head to toe from a beating and veins stood out all over his body, protesting and threating to burst.  He sank to his knees with exhaustion, supporting his body with his hands and suddenly became conscious of the salty blood that smeared his body, running down his face into his mouth.  There was sweat too, his own, running like rivers down his arms and the inside of his legs. 

He looked up and finally remembered where he was.  The last worg was a hundred passes away but it felt like a league.  He forced himself to his feet and staggered towards it.  His hands were empty so he reached up for his urutuks but they were not slung over his back.  He must have dropped them.  Well he wouldn't need them, he would ring the wolf's neck with his hands.  If only he could reach it.

His legs felt like lead or as if he was wading through water.  With every step his body cried out in agony but he forced it onwards.

[tacet pressim]

I have realised that I miss read the last post.  I thought the goblin was still but obviously he is being dragged by the worg.  I will edit my post acordingly.

[Fabian Benavente]

DM ooc:

 

One more thing on that. I judge that if you are able to muddle through the entangle spell (either by making a Reflex saving throw or a strength check), you move at half your normal speed. This is why the worgs were moving at 25' (50' normal) and character will move at 15' (20' for Urokk).

 

The worg and sleeping goblin are moving at 100' (double the worg's normal move but half and all out run).

 

Questions?

 

game on!

 

Fabian

[tacet pressim]

Does that mean Urokk cannot catch them?  Urokk gains an extra move per round so he can he can move at 3 x 40 = 120ft with three move actions per turn.  However, if he runs he can cover 160ft.  But if he can only move at 20ft while in the vines it will take him at least another two rounds to get out.  Can he not run at half speed, thus giving him a speed of 80ft?

[Fabian Benavente]

I'd forgoten about the extra move that Urokk gets so here's the call:

 

Urokk moves at 40' through entanglement and 80' (or more because of running) through normal terrain. Urokk rages for 7 rounds or until round 12.

 

Worg moves at 100' through normal terrain (It's only hustling and will not run)

 

Round 9:

Urokk at X=0 (with 60 feet of entangle in front)

Worg at X= 180'

 

End of Round 9:

Urokk at X=40'

Worg at X=280'

 

End of Round 10:

Urokk at X=240'' (out of entanglement with first move and running (x4) for second move)

Worg at X=380'

 

Urokk catches the 'critters' in round 11.

 

So write out the above chase, and give me intended actions for round 12 and 13. The goblin is awake by now as I'm assuming a big spectacular tackle from behind type of catch. Remember that you'll be fatigued for round 13.

 

Game on!

 

Fabian

 

PS: Everyone should feel totally at ease about reminding about rules and such so if you think I'm doing something wrong or have doubts, speak up.

[Justin Kroona]

[Greta/new]

Greta's body burned. It wasn't just her recent
wounds, those weren't too serious. No, it felt like
everyone of her scars, all of her old wounds, had been
reopened. Tears poured down her face as she looked at
her bloody hand. And she screamed, a primal howl of
agony. She was vaguely aware that there was still a
goblin off in the distance, near the halfling but
Greta could barely see that far through the tears.
Her hand shaking she reached for an arrow anyway. As
she went to nock the arrow she almost dropped it, her
hand was shaking so badly.

And she started to pull the string back she gritted
her teeth and aimed. No good, she couldn't get a
clean shot. Greta relaxed her icewood bow. She felt
like she could hardly stand. She took a deep breath
and closed her eyes. She focused everything, all of
her pain and rage and took another breath...and they
were gone. She felt an icy chill rush through her
body and she felt nothing; she embraced the Void. She
opened her eyes and saw her target, swaying on the
back of a warg that was jogging away. It was a long
shot, but she had to at least make the attempt.
Ignoring everything else she pulled the arrow back and
left it fly.

(Hit)

The arrow struck home! Even in the Void Greta felt a
twinge of amazement. She was a competent archer but
making this shot was impressive.

(Miss)
Greta shook her head slightly as her arrow missed.
She saw Urokk charging after the warg and decided
against making another shot.

(After the shot; hit or miss)

Shrugging her shoulders Greta slung her bow back over
her shoulder and picked up her spear. She looked
around and, realizing what she had just done, blushed
slightly. She quickly turned to go and fetch her
cloak.

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[tacet pressim]

My Ammended post:

The worg was dead now and Urokk let it fall limp in a tangle of vines.  He looked up snarling and grunting with excursion.  It did not take him long to spot the goblin sprawled out on the ground and its worg a little way up the path.  There was a small being there too, a child perhaps.  This new creature was soon dismissed as harmless and forgotten. 

He had to get to the goblin.  He no longer knew why.  It was programmed into his subconscious and that was all that was left of Urokk.  His mind, his clear thinking, had left him and he functioned on cerebellum alone, like some prehistoric creature.  He let out a howl of animalistic rage as he fought his way through the plants that held him back.  There was one thing he had to do and that was kill.

Finally the dworg burst free.  His bare feet pounded on stone as he accelerated towards his prey.  The goblin, which had been woken by the dragging and stood up, a little disoriented, only had time to look surprised as Urokk collided with it.  The dworg's arms encompassed its small frame and he fell with it gripped in his arms.  He felt its body break underneath him as he landed.

[OOC - charge goblin and grapple.  With is rage Urokk receives a +15 to his grapple, +17 if the charge bonus is also included.  I don't think he's going to miss]

Urokk's lungs burned for air and he gasped it in.  His heart thudded, like a drum in his ears, blotting out all sound.  His muscles ached as though he was bruised head to toe from a beating and veins stood out all over his body, protesting, threatening to burst.  He sank to his knees with exhaustion, supporting his body with his hands and suddenly became conscious of the salty blood that smeared his body, running down his face into his mouth.  There was sweat too, his own, running like rivers down his arms and the inside of his legs. 

He looked up and finally remembered where he was.  The last worg was not far away but it felt like a league.  He forced himself to his feet and staggered towards it.  His hands were empty so he reached up for his urutuks but they were not slung over his back.  He must have dropped them.  Well he wouldn't need them, he would wring the wolf's neck with his hands.  If only he could reach it.

His legs felt like lead or as if he was wading through water.  With every step his body cried out in agony but he forced it onwards.

 

[If he can reach the worg]

 

Urokk felt like he was moving in slow motion.  His body just refused to respond.  He punched at the worg with all his effort but felt like he was moving through soup.  His agility was likewise affected.  He knew when to jump, when to duck or to weave, he knew how to time it but he just did not have the ability any more.

 

He changed his tactics and punched at the worg's muzzle trying to use its force to land heavier blows.

 

[Hit – Stunnning fist]

The blow sent a shock wave through the beast causing it to yelp.

 

[Miss]

Urokk was not himself.  He was too drained to land any punches.

[Justin Kroona]

[DM/old]
"Thanks Brew" he croaked out, his voice not quite
steady, "Thanks again".

[Brew/new]

Brew shrugged in response to Ganwin's thanks.

"I do what I can," he replied, his attention already
drifting away. How long until the spirit reached its
master? How far away would the legate be? How long
did they have? Brew scratched his chin. He didn't
dare hope that the legate was many leagues away; 1
mile, 2, 3 miles tops? How much of a head start did
that give them? 30 minutes? Less?

Brew's jumped as his train of thought was interrupted
by Kruack's voice. Brew heard something about stoping
the weed things. Brew hauled himself to his feet.

"Sorry about that," he said to Kruack as he willed the
tangling plants to halt. And with that, the plants
shrank back and released Grakram and Urokk. Brew
noticed Urokk was charging off after the last warg.
He was about to call out to Urokk and tell him to not
waste his time when he noticed, further up the slope,
there was another person present. A child? The
figure looked small enough but out here? Could it be
a halfling?

"Who is that?" Brew asked, pointing at the small
person.

[tag/Kruack, Ganwin]

[Brew/new]

Then Brew heard Greta scream. Startled, Brew took a
step back. He looked at her, she was wounded but they
didn't look too serious, although he couldn't know for
certain without closer examination. But how to
approach her? There was something unsettling about
seeing her like this, so unlike her usual calm self.
She seemed determined to take a shot at the last
goblin with her bow and Brew didn't want to interfere.

We don't have time to waste...a voice in his mind
urged. We need to regroup and go! Brew nodded in
agreement.

"We need to get moving. I doubt the spirit's master is
that far behind. We have a couple hours, if we are
lucky. But I wouldn't count on it." Brew's voice was
grim.

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RPG: Grappled by the roots and vines, Grakram was a whirlwind of fury
as he slashed and tore and even bit his verdant shackles, growling a
steady stream of curses at Brew's spell and his ill luck. He could
console himself with the fact that he had got one escaping worg, and
that Urokk seemed to have things well at hand wit the last survivor -
the dworg could certainly move, the dwarven warrior had to give the
lad that. And he did make his dwarven blood proud with his skill in
arms.

But none of that altered the fact that Grakram was stuck! Bloody vines
and their bloody summoner be both damned!

Soon, though, the roots and vines withered and died, retreating back
underground and releasing their last fuming prisoner as Brew
relinquished his spell. At that point Grakram finally noticed the
small form hiding near where one of the goblins had stopped in its
tracks and delayed long enough for Urokk to run it to the ground. The
dwarf frowned at the stranger, smaller even than a dwarf and much
slimmer. Either a child - and what would a child do alone in a place
like this? - or a halfling.

"Oi! Who be ye an' what ye be doin' o'er here?" Grakram grunted,
taking a half step closer just in case, preparing himself for the
prospect that the stranger turned out to be hostile after all and
needed killing, something Grakram would be only too happy to do; as
suspected, the gobos hadn't provided much amusement and he had been
cheated of the kill of the black wolf.

TAG: Cina.

REF: "We need to get moving. I doubt the spirit's master is that far

behind. We have a couple hours, if we are lucky. But I wouldn't count
on it." Brew's voice was grim.

RPG: Still eyeing the short-statured stranger with some suspicion, the
dwarf nodded. "Aye, that we do. But first Oi want tae take one last
look at that door; if Oi can git it open in a moment an' git a look
inside, all's well, but if that ain't possible Oi want tae see if Oi
can at least keep it safe from the Shadowspawn. Guess they be too busy
tae chase us tae go explorin' every cave but Oi ain't wanna take no
chances."

With those words the dwarf marched back into the small cave to see if
the locking mechanism had reset itself - and to look for another
mechanism he suspected existed, one that would destroy every sign that
the door and what laid beyond it had existed in the first place.

TAG: Everyone interested...

NRPG: I'll assume Brew will dismiss his spell once he gets over his
shock and notes the enemies are gone...

I'll assume a dwarven safehold has contingencies installed to drop the
roof on the entrance to prevent the enemies from gaining entrance.
Does Grakram know about such methods? I'd really want to take a look
inside, and Grakram will take a look inside to see if the mechanism
has reset itself, but he will want to make certain the safehold
remains untouched by the agents of the Shadow once we leave.

-Jussi / Grakram

[Carinthia Devi]

[DM – Old]

As the sleep spell descended on the goblin, it slumped in its saddle
first and then, as if in slow motion, swayed to one side, its boot
caught in the mount's stirrup. The worg moved on at a brisk walk as
if somehow sensing the death that was behind it.

[Cita – New]

Cita bit her lip watching the retreating worg dragging its rider
behind it. It wasn't a very long-term or even helpful outcome. He
would soon wake but she had done as much as she could for now.

A sound from behind her caused her to turn. It was a hideous
orc-looking creature hurtling towards her. He seemed to be moving
with inhuman speed, but then he was inhuman so perhaps that was not
that strange.

She had seen this one fighting on the side of the gnomes and humans so
she figured he was probably not evil; but would he make the same
assumption about her?

Charl mewled softly from behind his rock and she could tell he was
urging her to be cautious. Stepping out of the Dwog's path, Cita let
the large creature pass without a word. At least she had slowed the
goblin long enough to let someone (or thing) else deal with it.

Now that the immediate danger had passed, Cita sat down wearily. The
last few days of trekking through the mountains had wearied her and
she suddenly realised how far away she was from anything that was
familiar.

"What am I doing here Charl?" she asked, not really expecting a
response. She thought of the gnomes she had seen earlier. Perhaps
they knew of other gnomes in this area.

The weeds had retreated by now and her way was cleared. Pushing
herself up off the ground and the hair out of her eyes Cita started
towards the group who were struggling to come to grips with what had
just happened.

[Bill Boyden]

Kruack/New

 

Kruack walked over and retreived his sword and daggers and returned to there right places as he heard brew speak,

 

Brew/Old

"Who is that?" Brew asked, pointing at the small
person.

 

Kruack/New

 

A halfling woman? from this distance that what she appears to be we should find out what she is doing all the way out here. Now turning to ganwin Can you walk? he questioned..

 

Seeing that the rogue was standing he figured he could move at least enough, The wildlander proceeded to walk towards the halfing and Urokk

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[Fabian Benavente]

Grakram will open the dwarven gate and I'll provide info on that during the
turn recap. I imagine there's some more roleplaying going, specially the
meeting with Cita (the meeting grakram (beast) and Charl (cat) should be
interesting). If not, then I'll move the turn along and recap.

Game on!

Fabian

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[Lex Aevum]

>
> Kruack/old

>
> A halfling woman? from this distance that what she appears to be we
> should find out what she is doing all the way out here. Now turning to
> ganwin Can you walk? he questioned..

[Ganwin-new]
After checking his wounds and testing his legs for a moment, Ganwin
nodded to Kurack. "If I want to live, I don't think I have much of a
choice" he added.
Having had been unconscious for a critical portion of the events, the
rogue eyed the approaching halfling suspiciously, "Who's the short one?"
he whispered to Kurack.

[kirs...@yahoo.com]

Lol... that reminds me; Cita had a pet with her, didn't she? Well,
it'll be very nervous around Grakram; one of the passive effects of
his Beast bloodline is to spook animals.

-Jussi

[Bill Boyden]

Hey Fabian

I cant seem to find a copy of kruacks sheet, Can you send me a copy

Thanks
Bill

[Justin Kroona]

[Grakram/old]

Still eyeing the short-statured stranger with some
suspicion, the
dwarf nodded. "Aye, that we do. But first Oi want tae
take one last
look at that door; if Oi can git it open in a moment
an' git a look
inside, all's well, but if that ain't possible Oi want
tae see if Oi
can at least keep it safe from the Shadowspawn. Guess
they be too busy
tae chase us tae go explorin' every cave but Oi ain't
wanna take no
chances."

[Brew/new]

Brew crossed his arms in front of his chest and
thought about this for a moment. While Brew really
wanted to move on this instant, Grakram was also quite
stubborn...

Brew shrugged his shoulders, suddenly feeling very
tired.

"Very well, see what you can do," he conceded.

"Just try not to set off anymore traps," he added as
Grakram headed into the cave.

[tag in case Grakram wants to respond to that]

Brew headed over to Greta next. She was sitting down
by the cave entrance, her wolf skin cloak wrapped
around her body, her spear leaning against her. She
was avoiding eye contact with Brew as he approached.
She's embarrased, he realized.

"Are you all right?" he inquired, his voice low so the
others likely wouldn't hear.

"Yeah, don't worry about me," Greta replied, her voice
hollow.

"You sure? You are wounded,"

Greta smirked slightly, "I think Urokk or Grakram need
your assistance more than I."

Then she looked away. Brew only nodded and started
heading back towards the rest of the group. Time to
meet this halfling. Leaning on his walking stick, Brew
started making his way up the path towards the new
arrival.

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[Carinthia Devi]

[Grakram – Old]

"Oi! Who be ye an' what ye be doin' o'er here?" Grakram grunted,

taking a half step closer.

[Cita – New]
Cita was a bit stunned but the sudden appearance of the bloodied and
angry dwarf where moments ago there had been only weeds. His
aggressive manner was alarming given that she had no idea who these
people were.

Cita took a step backwards and glanced around for reassurance from
Charl, but he was no where to be seen.

"Er, um, ah," Cita stammered, her courage finally failing her.

[Brew – Old] "We need to get moving. I doubt the spirit's master is that far

behind. We have a couple hours, if we are lucky. But I wouldn't count
on it." Brew's voice was grim.

[Grakram – Old] "Aye, that we do. But first Oi want tae take one last
look at that door,"

[Cita – New]
Cita's relief at having the evil-looking dwarf's attention averted was
palpable. She wasn't sure how much more she could take of this day.

Scouting around for Charl she found him still behind the rock. But he
was a hissing, spitting ball of fury. "What's wrong?" Cita asked
alarmed, wondering whether they were under attack again. Waves of
fear and anger were rolling off Charl and breaking over her. The
strength of the feeling made her knees go weak. Through the emotion
she sensed one image, that of the dwarf who had just addressed her.

"So he is evil," Cita said quietly to herself. "But then what is he
doing fighting with the gnomes?" She began to wonder what she had
gotten herself into.

Looking up again she realised that one of the humans was walking
towards her. Perhaps it was time to leave?

[Kirsdrake]

REF: "Er, um, ah," Cita stammered, her courage finally failing her.

RPG: The dwarf frowned and swept a blood-stained hand through his
mohawk, staining the orange-dyed hair red. A Halfling lass she was, and
seemingly tongue-tied. Now, what would such an innocent young maid be
doing here, in the middle of nothing? Bit of a mystery that, and
Grakram didn’t much like things that couldn’t be solved with a few
chops of an axe. Mind you, this one might yet be one of those
occasions...

“Timid, ain’tcha?” the dwarf grunted. “Brew!” he raised his voice while
still eyeballing Cita. “Ye like tae run off at the mouth, so might as
well come here an’ interview the lass; the way her eyes pop, she ain’t
gonna answer me.” And make sure she ain’t with the Shadowspawn, he
thought, knowing that Brew if anyone was paranoid enough not to miss
that point.

REF: "Just try not to set off anymore traps," he added as Grakram
headed into the cave.

RPG: “Bah,” the dwarf spat on a body of a worg, eyeing the beast in
passing to judge if it was worth eating. “Ain’t no way Oi be caught off
guard twice in a day, don’t ye worry.”

TAG: Everyone interested...

NRPG: When you write what’s inside the safehold, might as well mention
if Grakram can locate a lever that will drop the ceiling in the
entrance chamber; he’s going to want to use that before we leave.

-Jussi / Grakram

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[Fabian Benavente]

Good stuff!

I'll try and put the turn together tonight but depending on what's there, I may just send a 'turn in progress'.

Game on!

Fabian

[Fabian Benavente]

Hey all,

 

I have enough info for the turn recap; I'll end the turn with Grakram entering the dwarven gate and finding out what's there.  Unfortunately, it's not coming out tonight; I'll send it out tomorrow withoiut further delay.

 

Game on!

 

Fabian