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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on Aug 28, 2018 9:16:39 GMT -5
Widget's Wodgets, or was it Wodget's Widget's, was a normal Cruinthian tavern as far as Fyrra was concerned. Even if the name was clunky in her opinion. The pair came in through the front door. No threatening posture, just as tired as they had been for the past week. They found a table and collapsed into its chairs. Merrake put her weapon on the table, usheathed it a tad, and left it there. Fyrra put a pouch of money on the Table and started fanning herself. She was ready to order. Food... it had been so long. It was tempting to order the whole menu. It was tempting to pretend nothing had changed in the last few months and just have a good time.
She was going to try to do that, have a good time. Not think about what she did in Morith. Or in Sorath for that matter.
She spotted almost all the employees of the place. The barmaids were about, serving drinks and taking orders. The bartender was behind the bar where he belonged. There were two people that looked like they were employees sitting at a table together. One covered in black soot from the forge, the other had a sort of perfume coming off her. Other than the citizens of Hillsfar, there was no one else to notice.
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Post by Azuloth on Sept 8, 2018 21:17:23 GMT -5
The tavern was more or less packed. When times were bleak people liked to drink. Whether or not they could pay was a different story. But being the only establishment in town was a boon for The Rusty Widget. The people had no where else to go, and Hillsfar was... far. It was very far from anything really. Authority, commerce, all those other lovely things that made a town like Morith or Sorath boom. Strangely, Sorath had two large taverns according to some, whereas Morith had none.
Miss Trask couldn't believe that there was a town as large as Morith that didn't have a tavern. Her plans for life were to save up enough money to buy a place there in Morith and turn it into one. But first, she had to get the hell out of Hillsfar. She was the lass who ambled up to the dark elves first. They had taken a place on their own, and weren't disturbing anyone. She had seen their kind before, but they were always so alien. The women acted like men in many ways. They knew what they wanted and how to get it. They weren't intimidated by the men of her race like a lot of women were. She looked up to them.
"What can I get ye fair ladies of darkness? We have the Havenaild pale ale, the Mallon Pilsner, Dragonfruit juice o'course, and the Windicont tea. Oh, and water. Also food, we have grub in the kitchen. Look like the heat's been getting to ya, and ye've been travelin'."
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on Sept 9, 2018 9:16:02 GMT -5
Ladies of darkness huh? Fyrra didn't exactly like the connotation that she was working with the forces of darkness, if there was such a thing as the forces of darkness. There was madness in the world, but she hadn't seen any definitive proof of the forces of darkness. The Kalimbra was going to correct the barmaid but she kept talking about things that were more important at the moment. Like getting a refreshing beverage to cool her off and keep her from dying of dehydration.
"Ah, um. Hello. I'm Kalimbra Fyrra Na'Limndra. Two waters, two dragonfruit juices, and can we see a menu for what food you have?"
Fyrra was ready to just rest for a while. Merrake on the other hand was still nervous. Nothing had happened to warrant her nerves, but she wanted to make sure they were still safe. This territory was technically under the control of the SKC and they weren't the most tolerant of folks. There had to be some people that still supported them in town, or they wouldn't let the troops stay.
Humanitarian Initiative
-When purchasing goods for others that can be used to restore HP, or resurrects fallen characters she enjoys a 20% discount.
-Taverns/Inns pay her a premium for staying there due to her fame. (1d100 determines how much)
-Passive
-MP Cost: 12 per turn.
*Negotiator I, Broker I, Tradition I, Relationships I*
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Hacklung: 10
MP: 548/560 -12·
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Post by Azuloth on Sept 10, 2018 20:54:08 GMT -5
"Ye, I got that for ya. It's right here in my head. We got da greaser, it's a sandwich. It's good. Got the best sauce on it. Dragonfruit chips, ya know, standard. River serpent chowder. But uh... we're a bit far from the Mallon and it's the dry season so you might want to not. Oh, Muffins, and a loaf of bread. Rhot or Vaen. Either or. That's all we got."
The barmaid was good at her job. She was what many people would regard as a natural. But she wasn't the most noticeable fixture in the room. That was the captain of the garrison. He was in the tavern and was staring at the two dark elves. People he was charged to kill for his liege. A liege that was in isolation. A liege who had a proxy now. Palejaw, who had brought down the orders. Palejaw who told the battalion commanders to kill as many of them as possible, to wipe them out. He was deep in his cups. He stood up.
"I've had enough of you... you... you... grey bitches."
He mumbled. He stumbled for a second and then found his feet. He pulled his throwing dagger, and threw it as hard as he could right at Fyrra.
"You're not going to take our town from us!"
Then he pulled his sword, and moved forward with reckless abandon. The rest of the tavern got up in surprise and horror at what was happening in front of them. It was not good Skaraptican hospitality.
Captain Holt
Str: 31 Vit: 28 Agi: 28 Cha: 39 St: 30 D: 25 EN: 23 P: 32 K: 27
HP: 560/560
Stm: 171/174
MP: 304/304
Actions
-Thrown Throwing Dagger (Dmg: 40)
-Move
-Move
Suprise! Hit chance doubled: 56x2= 112 AUTOHIT
1D15 => 6 Chest: +250 Dmg. 270 Damage received. -25% Vit, -25% Stamina. +Bleed.
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on Sept 11, 2018 17:15:59 GMT -5
Fyrra felt a blow hit her in the chest. It felt like a punch, and her clothes felt wet and sticky. Then the pain blossomed with the blood, and she screamed, slumping in her chair. If someone wanted her dead that badly she would give them that, she played dead. As her eyes went glassy she spotted her assailant as he ran through the crowd and attempted to take his hearing from him, then shatter one of his bones with her magical powers. Perhaps she could kill the man who killed her. She didn't know if she'd survive this wound, but she wanted Merrake to survive. Any help she could give her would make it worth it as long as her bodyguard survived.
Merrake felt the opposite. So long as she survived and Fyrra didn't, then she failed in her job. Her first act was to stand and draw her bow pulling three arrows and firing them in one fluid motion. She had a grimace on her face, barely holding back a scream, it came out as a growl. She then fired two more arrows in succession, hoping to riddle their foe with them and drop him before he got too close.
Fyrra Na'Limndra
Str: 20 Vit: 24 (-25% = 18) Agi: 22 Ch: 31 (45) ST: 10 T: 10 D: 11 (25) EN: 40 P: 40 K: 20
HP: 160/480 360 -270, -50
SM: 96/96 -25% = 69/72 -3
MP: 420/560 -45 -60 -35
Hacklung: 20
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Actions:
-Play Dead
-Shatter @ Captain Holt
-Deprive Senses @ Captain Holt
Play Dead
-It appears Fyrra has died...?
-Monsters and enemies lose interest in her.
-Mp Cost: 45
*Thaumaturgy III, Necromancy I, Tradition I*
Shatter
-Using her newfound powers Fyrra can break a random bone of a foe. (Roll 1d15)
-Cooldown: 3 turns
-Mp cost: 60
*Necromancy I, Hexing I, Thaumaturgy III*
Deprive Senses
-Fyrra can rob a target of either their hearing or their sight.
-permanent vs monsters, lasts 5 turns vs player characters.
-Equal chances for one result or the other.
-Mp cost: 35
*Hexing I, Thaumaturgy III*
Merrake Av'Manait
Str: 15 Vit: 20 Agi: 15 Ch: 10 ST: 10 T: 10 D: 10 EN: 10 P: 10 K: 14
HP: 400/400
SM: 28/60 -30, -2
MP: 110/110
Hacklung: 20
Actions:
-Triple Shot at Captain Holt (52 Dmg each, 35 Water damage each)
-Fires an arrow at Captain Holt (52 Dmg each, 35 Water damage each)
-Fires an arrow at Captain Holt (52 Dmg each, 35 Water damage each)
Triple Shot
-Merrake fires three arrows instead of one at a single target in one action.
-Stamina cost: 10 per arrow.
*Bows I*
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Post by Azuloth on Sept 15, 2018 9:12:01 GMT -5
Battle Data
Initiative
-Captain Holt (Already Completed)
-Fyrra Na'Limndra
-Merrake Av'Manait
-Captain Holt (Again)
Fyrra (Hit Threshold -vs- Captain Holt: 47, Spell Resist: 40 -vs- 32
-Play Dead
-Shatter 1D100 => 44 HIT!! 1D100 => 18 1D100 => 85, Fyrra's spell succeeds, 1D15 => 1 Head (250 Dmg, -30 K, +Bleed)
-Deprive Senses 1D100 => 2 HIT!! 1D2 => 1 (Sight Lost)
Merrake
-Nulled No-Target
-Nulled No-Target
-Nulled No-Target
Captain Holt
-Can Take No Actions. (Negative Knowledge Score)
Results
-Captain Holt's Skull breaks, rendering him incapacitated.
Holt thought he was going to be a hero. He thought that for as long as he could, then his skull shattered and a few shards of bone rendered him incapable of thought. He collapsed into a drooling, bleeding heap. Merrake had no target to shoot at. Fyrra was still injured and bleeding, but she was still breathing. Her spells had hit their mark. The tavern was quiet. The people were trying to wrap their heads around what was happening.
Captain Holt (Bleeding) Str: 31 Vit: 28 Agi: 28 Cha: 39 St: 30 D: 25 EN: 23 P: 32 K: 27-30 (-3) HP: 310/560 -250 Stm: 171/174 MP: 304/304
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on Sept 17, 2018 17:51:07 GMT -5
Fyrra sat up and yanked the throwing knife out of her chest. It clattered on the wooden floorboards, spinning towards the twitching body of her foe. She groaned as she enacted the spell that started to thaumaturgically sew and knit her flesh back together. She had not in fact died, as it had appeared moments before. But her injuries were massive and she was going to have a scar, she was sure of it.
How dare that bastard mar her perfect skin. She would have to glamour away the scar now. So much trouble, so much pain. For what, because some racist thug thought it was a good idea to do violence onto someone that had no wish to participate in such a war? That wasn't trying to take anything from anyone? Someone that just wanted a rest and maybe a gods damned drink?
She was furious.
Merrake was happy Fyrra was alive.
"Fyrra, my friend. I am sorry I didn't see the assailant right away. He surprised even me. That looks painful, can I help? Anything I can do to make it up to you?"
Fyrra groaned again. Continuing the casting. "I'm going to be in bad health until I recover from this wound. You'll have to wait on me like a servant girl, Merrake."
"Not a problem at all. More than happy. Barmaid, some water if you have it. Don't just stand there gawking! She needs help!"
Merrake looked at the body on the floor. It was in bad shape. He was still alive though. She didn't know what to do with him. Fyrra's spell failed to kill him immediately. That must not have been what she planned.
-"What do we do about our attacker?"-
-"I don't know. Let the locals decide? He might have been one of them."-
The bodyguard hadn't considered that. She kept her bow in her hands, with the three arrows she had originally drawn knocked. Being in a ready state to continue fighting if necessary.
Fyrra Na'Limndra
Str: 20 Vit: 24 (-25% = 18) Agi: 22 Ch: 31 (45) ST: 10 T: 10 D: 11 (25) EN: 40 P: 40 K: 20
HP: 257/480 360 -50 +49, +49, +49
SM: 96/96 -25% = 66/72 -3
MP: 375/560 -45
Hacklung: 30
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Actions
-Restore
-Restore
-Restore
Restore
-Fyrra can heal a person's wounds.
-Heals: 35 HP
-MP Cost: 15
*Healing I, Thaumaturgy I*
Merrake Av'Manait
Str: 15 Vit: 20 Agi: 15 Ch: 10 ST: 10 T: 10 D: 10 EN: 10 P: 10 K: 14
HP: 400/400
SM: 60/60
MP: 110/110
Hacklung: 30
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Post by Azuloth on Oct 7, 2018 11:01:38 GMT -5
Someone started to check the captain for life signs. Other civilians started scrambling about looking for some way to help, some just stood around and watched. One woman brought a bucket of water, another brought some cloth.
"Captain's kind of far gone."
"He attacked them. They didn't do anything at all."
"I guess those were his orders... What to do about it?"
"She looks like she's in bad shape."
"Captain's not waking up. I don't think he can. He's bleeding a lot... wow that's a lot of blood."
"Let's get him out of here, find his lieutenant."
"Yeah, get his legs. Alright, lift."
The villagers went about their business of transporting Captain Holt's body to the local garrison. Other civilians started to crowd around the two drokagr. One person remarked under their breath that the blood was the same color as Holt's. A deep red. Almost black in the firelight.
Fyrra gains 1 stat point.
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on Oct 7, 2018 11:08:15 GMT -5
Fyrra's spells were starting to work on the wound. The magic knit the flesh back together, closing up the bleeding hole in her chest. The people had brought some water out. She started to move and dumped the water over herself. The entire bucket. The blood washed away, leaving behind white foam around the wound. Her vest had quite the hole in it. It was made of silk too. She wanted to cry, she liked that vest. But she had survived.
"Who was that man, the one who stabbed me?"
She said finally, looking at the crowd. She hadn't noticed that they had taken away the body. Merrake had. That concerned her, she kept an eye on the front door, and also on the crowd. They weren't making any hostile moves as far as the bodyguard could tell.
Fyrra Na'Limndra
Str: 20 Vit: 24 (-25% = 18) Agi: 23 Ch: 31 (45) ST: 10 T: 10 D: 11 (25) EN: 40 P: 40 K: 20
HP: 409/480 409 +49, +49, +49 +5
SM: 96/96 -25% = 66/72 -3
MP: 330/560 -45
Hacklung: 40
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Actions
-Restore
-Restore
-Restore
Restore
-Fyrra can heal a person's wounds.
-Heals: 35 HP
-MP Cost: 15
*Healing I, Thaumaturgy I*
Merrake Av'Manait
Str: 15 Vit: 20 Agi: 15 Ch: 10 ST: 10 T: 10 D: 10 EN: 10 P: 10 K: 14
HP: 400/400
SM: 60/60
MP: 110/110
Hacklung: 40
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Post by Azuloth on Jan 14, 2019 17:00:20 GMT -5
One of the villagers stepped forward and answered the question. He was a stern looking man. His eyes were weary, and his mouth tight. A graying stubble remained on his face, and his wrinkles were abundant. There wasn't much hair on his head. He spoke up and some of the chattering died down immediately.
"He was the captain of the local garrison. He's been riling up all the guys around here about you all non-humans. He was a gutless coward. Rather blame someone else for his problems than look for actual solutions. Killing ya'll won't do nothing. I expect his boys will be lookin' for revenge soon. Not a whole lot of them in town though. These folk round here want nothin' to do with that shit. But hell, I'm old. If you're sticking around, I'll stick up for ya. I ain't got much time left anyhow."
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Post by Fyrra Na'Limndra on Jan 21, 2019 12:36:54 GMT -5
Fyrra was about to respond in the affirmative when the Hacklung racked her body. Blood bubbled up past her lips and started to ruin her garments further. Merrake took a second to steady her charge while this was happening. She knew what Fyrra would want to do as well, and answered for her. For the first time in a long time. Her accent was thick, and hard to understand.
"Of course we will stand with you. We made this mess, we will help fix it."
Fyrra recovered and stared at Merrake, proud of the bodyguard for the statement. She did not realize that Merrake was only expressing what Fyrra was going to say anyway.
Fyrra Na'Limndra
Str: 20 Vit: 24 (-25% = 18) Agi: 23 Ch: 31 (45) ST: 10 T: 10 D: 11 (25) EN: 40 P: 40 K: 20
HP: 361/480 409 -48
SM: 96/96 -25% = 66/72
MP: 330/560
Hacklung: 50
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Merrake Av'Manait
Str: 15 Vit: 20 Agi: 15 Ch: 10 ST: 10 T: 10 D: 10 EN: 10 P: 10 K: 14
HP: 400/400
SM: 60/60
MP: 110/110
Hacklung: 50
Fyrra Recovery: 18
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