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Post by DM Two on Oct 2, 2012 0:09:28 GMT -8
Guz's last thoughts in the world is how much he hates this stupid elf and how he just wants to get away as soon as possible. With that, he speeds up his oncoming death by bashing his head intothe ground. He takes minor solace in death, knowing full well he would void his bowls in his coming death.
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Post by Kenny Von Brenden on Oct 2, 2012 0:12:24 GMT -8
Brenden already smells like poop, nbd. He is feeling rather melancholy about losing a friend but is ecstatic about what he found looting them.
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Post by DM Two on Oct 2, 2012 0:15:13 GMT -8
Brenden finds nothing but a crust of moldy bread and a tattered, hard to read map. If only you had a compass.
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Post by Kenny Von Brenden on Oct 2, 2012 0:16:45 GMT -8
Sweet!
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Post by Kenny Von Brenden on Oct 2, 2012 12:06:41 GMT -8
After that exhausting and heartbreaking fight all Brenden wants to do is eat that moldy bread with the cactus meat he's gathered from the desert. He heads into the small camp and cooks his food by the fire. After eating and replenishing his stock of potions from materials he scavenged he decides to take a nap in one of the orc's tents.
After he awakens he spots a caravan in the distance. Upon closer examination it appear to be being attacked. Brenden quickly heads over to try and makes friends.
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Post by DM Two on Oct 3, 2012 20:06:20 GMT -8
Trevor Trollygood had never been a very lucky person. In mage school he often times would demonstrate proficiency on his exams, but never for the right class. Also, whenever he developed an interest in something, it would immediately become popular and suddenly not as good. Today was a great example of his bad luck. Upon seeing a group of barbarians roaming around, he thought it clever of him to cast a ghost spell near by to confuse them.
Unfortunately, there were not many ghosts in the desert, so the barbarians immediatly were aware of a mage nearby.
It didn't take long for them to spot the caravan, a caravan most likely full of valuable items.
So it was that at the moment, he was surrounded by three burly, sweaty, half naked men. Normally this would be a good thing, however the fact that they wanted him dead seemed to dampen the mood.
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Post by Kenny Von Brenden on Oct 3, 2012 20:59:03 GMT -8
Seeing the dangerous situation at hand Brenden weighs his choices quickly. Support the scrawny mage and stand up for all that is civilized and righteous, or go along with the burly barbarians and give into his bestial rage laying dormant. He chooses the option less likely to get his ass cooked and eaten. He heads up to a sandy dune overlooking the scenario, hides and throws a bottled lightning at the mage.
Unfortunately, as he throws the bottle a previously unrealized pulled shoulder muscle messed up his aim and the bottle ended up careening towards the barbarians. Even more unfortunate was the fact that when it exploded he suddenly realized he had actually thrown a concussive potion.
Maybe it's time to run.
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Post by DM Two on Oct 3, 2012 22:08:50 GMT -8
As the bottle shattered the three barbarians flinched and began shaking themselves to regain their wits. Trevor Trolleygood was so surprised he very nearly soiled himself. As he regained his wits he looked to see his elven hero. He couldn't help but feel disappointed..
The barbarians however felt angry. One of them pulled a bow from his back and proceeded to shoot at the torso of one of he two Brendens' he saw. The other two drew their weapons and proceeded to move somewhat slowly(thanks to the dizziness of the concussive bottle) towards Brenden.
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Post by Kenny Von Brenden on Oct 3, 2012 22:42:04 GMT -8
Surprised that they found his hiding spot so quickly Brenden barely jerks out of the way of the arrow in time, taking a cut on his arm. In retrospect he muses maybe he should have realized he's a terrible hider and he was talking to himself as he threw the potion. Quickly scrambling to make a potion he tosses it at the two charging barbarians. Seeing the motes of holy energy trailing behind it he prays the barbarians happen to be undead.
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Post by DM Two on Oct 4, 2012 12:54:26 GMT -8
The flask hit the barbarians and covered them with light. Unfortunately, they were both living, so all that was accomplished as a couple small shards of glass scratching them. More of a boo-boo than a wound for two battle hardened barbarians.
The two closed in on him, one of them striking with his rather large axe, the other going around to flank the dumb looking elf that had picked a fight with them.
Meanwhile the archer knocked another arrow and took aim, firing it in between the barbarians towards Brenden.
As all this is happening, Trevor sits back and contemplates his chances of negotiating with the barbarians, then remembers they attacked him no reason, and that he owed his life to this galant elf throwing bottles.
An icy cloud formed in his hand and he lobbed it over at the two barbarians surrounding Brenden. Unfortunately, he was useless in combat and the icy cloud was going straight towards Brenden.
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Post by Kenny Von Brenden on Oct 4, 2012 17:57:26 GMT -8
Worried his clumsiness might have started something he couldn't finish Brenden immediately jumps into action tripping over his feet falling under the swinging axe and rolling out of the way of the ice cloud and arrow. Coming up to his feet covered in bruises and scrapes Brenden laments the fact that desert sand is so rough. shifting back to throw a potion he realizes he got some in his underwear and looses his cool and in a fit of superior elven agility throws a poisonous potion at the closest barbarian while dropping a smoke potion and dancing back trying to get the sand out of his small clothes.
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Post by DM Two on Oct 4, 2012 19:39:11 GMT -8
The barbarians watched as the dirty elf rolled skillfully under the attacks. Clearly, this elf was a master of evasion.
As the elf counter attacked with amazing grace, the barbarian with a sword slashed the potion in mid air. Droplets of poison splattered on his face and the barbarian already started to feel some pain.
"Clever bastard!" he yelled in rage. But his anger was cut short, soon the smoke began to rise and neither of them could see what was going on.
Quickly they both covered their mouths and began stumbling out to avoid the smoke.
The barbarian with the arrows was getting very annoyed. This elf was far too agile and clever for him. Clearly he should stop shooting where he was and start shoot where he was going to be.
The barbarian fired an arrow at the Elf's feet. That made sense.
Trevor meanwhile was thinking about how he normally didn't like dirty guys, but the sheer prowess of his savior inspired something in his chest.
He was so inspired that his cheeks began to feel warm in red. And then his hands. Then he realized he was conjuring fire, and startled, tried to put it out. Unfortunately as he shook his hands around, he merely began throwing fireballs at Brenden.
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Post by Kenny Von Brenden on Oct 4, 2012 23:32:34 GMT -8
Seeing the arrow race towards his feet Brenden leaps skillfully into the air to dodge it. Or at least that's the way he chooses to see it. From the barbarian's and Trevor's perspective it certainly looked like he jumped right into the path of the fire. Which he did. Brenden shrieks in fear as his tattered clothing catches on fire and starts flailing around. He manages to put it out with only seconds to spare before the fire did anything serious like cripple his arm or ruin his fashionable robes. He quickly mixes a potion and throws it the archer while moving into the smoke cloud to hide. He hears a fiery explosion and assumes it's a fire potion.
Brenden muses if the barbarians would be open to a parlay.
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Post by DM Two on Oct 5, 2012 0:00:59 GMT -8
The flask crashes against the archer's bow. Immediately the bow is ruined and his hand is badly burned. With his other hand he pulls out his hunting knife and begins grumbling about skinning the knife-eared bastard.
The other two barbarians finally stumbled out of the smoke, just in time to see Brenden run back in.
Meanwhile, Trevor began to think about being helpful, so he planted a trap spell that would cast a lightning bolt on whoever stepped on it. On the other side of the caravan where no one was going to step.
No one would suspect a thing.
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Post by Kenny Von Brenden on Oct 5, 2012 0:19:55 GMT -8
Realizing Trevor's clever trap Brenden resolves to do the same in a manner that might be more useful. He leaves a shock potion in the cloud of smoke, runs out the other side, and then throws a concussive potion in there right when he assumes the two barbarians trying to catch him run back in. Concussive potion explodes. Shock potion explodes. Brenden trips.
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