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Micarst rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 10
Total: 15 (2-20)
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 Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 9:14 pm
((OOC: Going to make a couple posts in a row, Tyllaid's final action score with the bonus is 10, which puts him after Grella and after one of the casters, and before the other four. Aside from rolling for initiative, I don't think I want to do a *lot* of rolling... we'll try it this way first- when you make an attack, roll a d10 and add your character's coordination score into it. If the result is higher than 10, it's an automatic success. If you roll a 10, it's a one hit kill - or knock out, whichever. Otherwise write it as a glancing blow or a near miss. I'll do it this time I guess, lol... first is Tyllaid's, second is Grella's.))
People screamed in panic as they shoved toward the door. Most were simple craftworkers with no fight in them, but they all wanted to leave, employees included. It might be hard to expel the intruders single-handed...
Grella's eye adjusted to the near total blackness about the same time she bounced off something invisible a pace away from the black cloaked figures. Apparently they weren't prepared for anyone to respond so rapidly, however, and their concentration broke so that their chanting fell out of sync. A shimmer of light wavered in a circle around them as the force shield dissolved. Grella caught a glimpse of Tyllaid in one heartbeat, and the next one of the cloaked figures was dropping to the floor to clutch at their eyes and squealing, "It burns! It burrrrrrns!!!"
Grella growled and took the broom in both hands, twirling it like a staff that darted out to strike at her full strength at the head of the nearest figure. It bounced back with a sharp crack and the figure reacted like a marionette whose strings have been snipped: falling to the ground as though boneless. The coppery scent of blood wafted up as Grella looked up alertly, preparing her next move...
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Micarst rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 9:22 pm
((OOC: Rolling first this time, so I know what female magic user #1 is going to do.))
The black-hooded figure in the very middle shouted out, "We will burn this nest of rats!" Her voice was very shrill as she hissed out a strange word, so full of consonants it barely registered as a word. She pointed straight at Grella and a finger-thick bar of fire shot from her finger... except that as her compatriot on the right dropped down with alcohol in his eyes, he jostled her a bit, and the magic shot harmlessly out the door. Well... mostly harmless anyway; someone out there screamed.
((Tyllaid is up next.))
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Kage-Taisen Twilight rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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Kage-Taisen Twilight Crew
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 10:44 am
(+3 Coordination bonus) Tyllaid watched and rolled to the side of the chanting group getting a bit of distance. Grabbing his resin square and bow he quickly struck the metal cords of the bow harsh against the hooded figure igniting the robes. The kitsune rose up in the moving light as the figure panicked and flailed before before pushed back amongst the other figures by Tyllaid's boot.
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Micarst rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 5:28 pm
((OOC: Rolling first, then editing in the effect from the fire if there is one. Great idea, btw.
Edit: Hell yes. rofl ))
As the flaming caster crashed backward into three of the others, some spell reagent in his belt pouch caught fire and imploded, sucking all four of the standing casters into it with screams that dwindled rapidly but increased in intensity. Of those four, nothing remained but sooty boot marks on the wooden planks of the floor.
Grella nodded thanks for Tyllaid's help. "I owe you one," she said, as she bent to rip bits from the last remaining caster's cloak to tie that one up with... starting with a gag of rolled cloth to muffle his speech so he couldn't catch them off guard with any more spell casting. "I have a few questions I want to ask this one. And if he doesn't want to answer civilly..." She paused to bare her teeth in a villainous grin, knowing the rest of the sentence could be inferred from that alone.
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Kage-Taisen Twilight Crew
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 8:17 pm
Tyllaid nodded holding his hand and ripped the hood from the figure using it to clean off his fiddle's strings first then held his hand out to Grella. "Mind giving me a pull please. This oaf jambed my wrist." A swift kick was struck into the captive's side as the fox reached out of his pocket and dropped the change he stole from the table on the counter. "I guess you'll be needing this more now considering the damages. Even a thief has a conscious." Tyllaid had not lost a beat in uttering his confession nor in leaving the money.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 10:16 pm
"Just a moment." Grella finished tying the captive rapidly, only pausing to check his pulse and to stare at his face (once the hood was removed) long enough to burn it into her memory. He was an amphibious sort, rather like a frog, with unpleasantly bulging orange eyes that were currently rolled up into the back of his head, and green skin so dark as to be nearly black. "Actually," she mused, as she looked around the place, "it isn't as bad as I feared. A few wood planks will need to be replaced, maybe a few chairs." She shrugged. "I've seen worse results from brawls breaking out. Keep what you took; I'm certainly not paying tonight's wages from those pansies that ran instead of helping me defend their be-damned workplace. Besides, I owe you for the entertainment."
She stood and brushed her palms off on her skirt, unmindful of staining the pristine white with dirt. "Brace yourself, sir thief, this may hurt a bit." She held his hand in one of hers firmly, and, placing the other on his shoulder, exerted slowly-increasing, gentle pressure in opposite directions. "So," the wolfkin added conversationally. "Did you know you're working in Ebon Mask territory right now? I've heard it said they don't take kindly to intruders." She watched him intently with her one green eye, still slowly and inexorably stretching his wrist for him.
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Micarst woke up slowly to the worst pain she had ever experienced. She was hanging from her wrists, bound so tightly she couldn't feel her fingers; her ankles were similarly bound; even her tail had been chained around her waist. Her shoulders ached where her weight dragged at them, and the small of her back was aflame with agony; she tried feebly to move, and felt crusted blood flaking from her back. Dimly she realized she was screaming raggedly as she passed out again.
Some interminable length of time later, she came to again. Opening her eyes didn't help a bit, because the darkness was so complete. The only sound was her own ragged breathing interspersed with whimpering. The smell... she didn't want to think about the smell. Blood, feces, and vomit mingled in a miasma like a mass grave of plague victims. Micarst could tell she hadn't been unclothed, which was a small mercy. The shock of what had been done nevertheless silenced her for just a moment.
Whoever had caught her hadn't been gentle, and whoever was holding her in this place was surely going to come begin an interrogation at some point. The feline wondered dully as she dangled whether she would have the strength to withstand it, when this was already the equivalent of torture in her book. "Please," she whispered in a voice that cracked, not knowing who she was praying to, and too far gone to care...
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Kage-Taisen Twilight Crew
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 9:48 am
"Did you know a gown laced in dirt is less conspicuous than one pure as the snow?" He replied nodding and twisting his wrist slowly feeling for the contraction and grinding in his tendon. "A thief in this area is nothing more than a derelict and not many regard a pick pocket for being anything more than that here, unlike a person that has the look of ambition on his face with a purpose, he is more dangerous than any one person holding a blade." After feeling a slight pop reassuring his wrist had been reset, Tyllaid nodded to Grella un-clenching his teeth. "Thank you."
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