Shouts echoed down the corridors, shouts and snarls. Benden's forces were massing, they had no intention of letting Trine get away with whatever they were planning.
Instructions
- Please now roll a random number between 14 and 14!
- Wherholders can start to arrive in the room, but if they do so when the blast goes off they may find themselves caught in it!
- Another mod post will come once somebody has rolled 14 to move things along!
The Nozomi generated a random number between
1 and 14 ...
3!
Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 9:53 am
Sassy squeaked loudly when he heard the shouts starting to go on. He darted to rochelles cell, squirming through to stare out at the oncoming wherholders with gray and red eyes. He would protect his human!
"Sassy, get back here," rochelle whispered hoarsely. "You're going to get hurt."
Squeak! D<
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The Nozomi generated a random number between
14 and 14 ...
14!
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 1:14 pm
Siata paused, eyeing the door as the noises came closer - angrier, louder. The wherhandler scowled, craning up on her toes in an effort to see. The pain in her chest and ribs kept herfrom succeeding and, grumbling, siata stepped back into the depths of her cell.
Shaddaling generated a random number between
1 and 14 ...
4!
Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 1:57 pm
Wen shifted in his cell, moving towards the back of the cell. Charges + Door could equal a lot of shrapnel... which he wasn't interested in getting in his hide. Still, if this was meant to be fast and quiet, it had been blown.
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Posted: Wed Jun 26, 2013 11:36 am
The charges were set, and it was past time to move the plan along. A number of firelizards appeared from Trine once more each taking up station before a fuse, and then flaming in sync. For a few moments the slim cords fizzed with white flames giving the flitts time to withdraw and then... then the world exploded.
That was what it would feel like to any hapless guard near one of the charges or anyone whose cell had too many placed on it at any rate. The almighty boom echoed around the stonebound ring like a thousand thunderclaps, and as the smoke cleared the prisoners inside the cells would see that their doors were either blown clear off their hinges or weakened enough for them to break down.
Was rescue on the way, or were their allies at Trine just trying to buy them all a swift death?
Instructions
- Prisoners can now get out of their cells! V'lay and Xanha are both injured in the blast, player choice how badly etc!
- Now is the time for the rescuers to arrive! Up to TWO small dragons (green, black, white, or blue) can teleport in using the reference points the flits collected. On their backs are people, their riders plus any additional back up from other PCs you would like to organise.
- Dragons cannot attack due to the cramped space but can teleport out or in as necessary. When teleporting to Benden, dragons must roll 1d20 where 1 is a botch and 20 is perfection. Black dragons get a +5 to their teleport rolls. If you roll a 1 your dragon takes 5HP damage, either by crashing or appearing with a minor extremity trapped in rock!
- For new dragons to come in previous dragons must leave. Please do not immediately jump back in with another dragon or the same dragon! Please wait either for one other person to have sent in a dragon and departed or for four hours (whichever is shorter) before you send in another rescuer.
- PCs usher the prisoners out and to the dragons, who can take out 4 characters at a time.
- In order to escape prisoners must roll 1d100, the highest rolls get to the dragons first unless the character chooses to forfeit and give their spot to someone else.
- PC wherholder can now appear and fight the escaping prisoners and arriving Trine riders. Combat stats as per Gold Diggers, remember to apply your relevant combat bonuses. Prisoners are unarmed, cannot roll to arm themselves (there's nothing lying around) and take -1 to their damage done. You may impose further penalties on your prisoner(s) if you feel it is IC for them not to be at full fighting strength: take away HP, further damage penalties, penalties to defending, up to you. If a character who is armed is KOd, a prisoner may use an action to pick up their weapon.
- PC humans who are KOd can be carried to a dragon by another PC, but said PC cannot attack or defend as long as they are carrying somebody. PC dragons who are KOd manage to escape back to Trine with anyone currently mounted on them.
- PCs can only be killed if their player decides as such.
- The mission will be over when all PCs are rescued.
Tuatha De rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18Total: 18 (1-20)
Posted: Wed Jun 26, 2013 11:52 am
Coryxoth Total: 18+5=23
Etasha huddled in the back of her cage, hands over her ears as the fuse was lit and the world exploded in light and heat. She could feel the force of the explosion slam her back against the far wall, and the heat singed the hair off her forearms, but miraculously she hadn't been killed or severely injured. And once she was free...
She could feel Coryxoth in her head. She could feel the black's desperation, his force of will powered by his urgent need to get to her. Opening her eyes, she took in the scene in front of her and focused.
I can do it. I will do it. Stay where you are - I'm coming to get you, my dear.
His voice was a welcome relief, a wave of warmth and certainty passing through her and lending strength back to battered limbs. She'd been so weak; the wounds dealt to her by the gold wher had festered, and she'd drifted in and out of fever, too far away mentally for Coryxoth to reach her. But renewed hope (and the accompanying adrenaline of their imminent escape) was enough to cut through the delirious haze.
Coryxoth appeared before her, riderless and claws outstretched, wings not even brushing the top of the cavern. His small, solid, compact build - and the black's unerring instinct for between - together combined for a flawless landing. All four feet struck the ground cleanly and he bent low to permit the Trine prisoners to swing up onto his neckridges. Etasha!
She ran to him, stumbling and nearly falling, but calling out to the others as she did so. "Come on! Hurry!"
They were already waiting when the signal came in, had been waiting for weeks, since the party had returned from Malvren without her. Given C'tis had not completely recovered from the wounds he'd taken at the Hold maybe he shouldn't have gone, but he never had been famed for his sensible life choices. Rochelle needed him now, Rochelle who was... who was.... Special. Rochelle who teased him, who dangled off him and made him yearn for things he couldn't have. Rochelle with her piercings and her smile that lit up the world. He should never have let her go alone, not because he thought if he had been there he could have changed things but because even though he would probably have ended up in a cell too he just should have been there. She was special, that was all. The wherholder were going to pay!
Malcarreth appeared in the stonebound ring with a shriek like a banshee, eyes blazing orange red with the lust for battle. The lust however would have to go unsated, there was no room in here for battle and no time for revenge. Enraged though he was the blue remained the voice of reason between the two of them and as he landed with a heavy thump he impressed upon his rider the importance of remembering why they were here. Save the prisoners, Rochelle and Natai's friend first if they could. There was no guarentee anyone else would care to take the bronze rider after all.
Releasing himself from the straps C'tis slid to the ground and drew his knife, the pain of his wounds forgotten for now but hampering his movements nevertheless. "Rochelle! Rochelle get over here now!" Rochelle first, then the bronze rider, then anyone else who happened to come over.
Extra instructions
- The first pool of prisoners will be evacuated in four hours, i.e. the top eight rolls
tetrachrome rolled 100-sided dice:
Total: 0 (-0)
Posted: Wed Jun 26, 2013 12:07 pm
Xanha - botching her roll because Gift sucks
She had been watching the firelizards with a sort of dull half-awareness, expression focused not entirely on them initially. She had been captured, dragged away from Trine, kept here, not fed, beaten soundly, the wounds from the wher still not properly patched. She was lucky she hadn't caught anything worse, that nothing was infected yet. But still, she had been cold, undressed, alone...it wasn't a good place for someone used to being surrounded by others. From time to time, she had wondered if Ajax had missed her, if he even knew what was happening.
The third firelizard to come to her cell door caught her attention, and Xanha frowned slightly. What were they doing? Moving slowly, hoping not to draw attention, she crept forward, staying pressed against the wall as she regarded her cell door. What - what were these?
They looked like...explosives. Another firelizard arrived, stuck another device to her door, and Xanha's frown turned slightly upward. Was this an escape? Was this something good to come? Another firelizard, another explosive...Faranth, that certainly seemed to be...quite a lot of them.
If these went off, she was too close to survive the blast. Scrambling backwards, Xanha pressed herself to the wall, curling up tightly on herself and hoping that this wasn't going to be as bad as she was expecting. Another 'lizard arrived, this one with fire - lighting the explosives, she turned away, shielding her face and throwing her arms over her head - deafening boom, then silence, ringing in her ears.
She wasn't sure when it was appropriate to look up, but she counted to ten, still not entirely able to hear. There was buzzing, she was half-deaf - but when she finally did uncurl, glanced up - gaping hole where the cell door had been. She allowed herself to smile, stood up, stumbled a little bit, and then when she caught and righted herself, she allowed a grin.
And then through the smoke, dragons - a black dragon, one of the women she had gone on the wher-killing mission with was a blackrider, wasn't she? Etasha, she thought, but she couldn't be sure. It didn't matter. She took a few steps forward, over the rubble of the door, wincing as it dug into her feet. She was peppered with scratches and scrapes from the rubble that had struck her, and she still couldn't hear properly, but she was moving. Splinters were nothing to her at this point, broken as she was. The walk turned into a shambling jog as soon as she was far enough out of the doorway that the rubble wasn't such a clear and present danger - and then into a half-panicked, adrenaline-fueled run. Freedom was so close she could taste it. She threw herself desperately at the black, moving as quickly as she could and hoping she'd get there in time. She barely noticed the others around her, casting around only for the blackrider she knew was here somewhere.
Shards, she'd need Etasha's permission to get on Coryxoth, but the black was better than the blue, with his eyes whirling orange.
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