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Post by Umarn Farglen on Oct 5, 2012 15:07:50 GMT -8
Umarn had been traveling in the desert for a while now, searching desperately for a landmark of any sort. Luckily, as he reached the top the dune he'd been climbing for far too long, he notices a battle happening near, the bottom. From what he could make out, an elf was under attack by two barbarians and a wizard. Hardly a fair fight.
He begins to head down the dune, watching his footing to make sure he didn't take a tumble down the dune. As he reaches the bottom, he decides to single out the archer at the back. He summons roots at the feet of the archer, hoping to ensnare his legs before he could take off after the frail potion throwing elf.
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Post by DM Two on Oct 5, 2012 15:35:16 GMT -8
The archer stopped in place, unable to move. As he looked down he was shocked to see thorny vines twisting around his legs as beads of blood drip down. Realizing he now has a broken bow, a knife he is not really proficient with, and cannot move at the moment, proceeds to sigh, and blame the Gods for his ill fortune and lack of strategic planning.
Meanwhile the barbarians reluctantly stumble in to the smoke, after a few steps they hear the familiar kwoosh of the consussive potion and feel a large jolt pass through their bodies. They fall to the ground in pain.
Trevor sees that the archer is restrained and throws a magic missile, but he aims where he thinks the archer is going to be, not where he is, so he misses and the bolt of magic energy ends up going straight towards Umarn.
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Post by Kenny Von Brenden on Oct 5, 2012 18:15:20 GMT -8
Grumbling to himself Brenden stands up. frick Trevor. Brenden tosses a concussive potion at him to knock him over and then readies Decay to fire at anyone who comes close to him
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Post by Umarn Farglen on Oct 5, 2012 18:37:55 GMT -8
Umarn tries to spin out of the magic missiles way, but it still makes solid contact on his shoulder, sending him stumbling back. He looks angrily at the mage who looks too incompetent to actually be a threat before turning his attention to the restrained hunter.
He focuses for a moment before punching the ground, which summons a large root from the ground rising up towards the archer, intent on turning him into a shish kabob.
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Post by DM Two on Oct 6, 2012 0:37:41 GMT -8
The barbarians on the ground continue to twitch but slowly begin regaining muscle control. They are in pain, but also very angry.
The archer in the vines finally decides to try and cut free but by the time he finishes sawing through the thorny vines Umarn's spike impales him. His last thoughts before he dies are of how over powering mages are and how God is unfair.
Meanwhile Trevor ducks from his seat just under the potion, but the blast still renders him dizzy.
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Post by Kenny Von Brenden on Oct 6, 2012 11:13:50 GMT -8
Brenden chucks a potion of minor damage at the face of one of the barbarians. Ooops! No he doesn't, that looked like his very powerful potion of bottled lightning. Brenden is shocked. And in need of a label maker.
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Post by Umarn Farglen on Oct 7, 2012 18:51:08 GMT -8
Umarn see's the archer become impaled, and can't help but notice an odd look flash across his face before he dies. He decides it isn't that big of a deal, and continues on to the barbarians lost in the smoke
As he looks around for the barbarians, he sees a bright flash within the smoke, followed by a loud boom. "Maybe I'll wait it out a bit...." he says to no one in particular as he takes a couple steps back away from the smoke.
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Post by DM Two on Oct 8, 2012 11:21:31 GMT -8
Brenden may have been shocked, but the barbarians, having just shook off the previous lightning potion are electrocuted. Their hearts stopped beating and then explode.
Trevor is now hiding under his caravan.
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Post by Kenny Von Brenden on Oct 9, 2012 21:35:52 GMT -8
Arm spasm. Brenden throws a fire potion under the caravan. Oh well. The fricker was trying to kill him anyways.
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Post by DM Two on Oct 11, 2012 19:36:09 GMT -8
Trevor feel hot again. Very hot. Then he dies, his last thought of how the satyr had stolen what would have been a great opportunity for him to test his ability to turn people into demi-god. But no, he had to die before he could reward his savior with awesome loot he kept in his dimensional bag, which was now burning with him. That sucks.
In the plus side, at least his caravan full of explosives would be okay. Wait, no it wouldn't because they are flammable.
His caravan explodes as well.
That sucks.
(OOC: Would I have given you demi-god like powers if he had lived? Probably not, but then it wouldn't seem ironic.)
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Post by Kenny Von Brenden on Oct 11, 2012 22:39:01 GMT -8
Feeling suddenly indignant Brenden shouts to the heavens that he is a moon elf. He then looks to the satyr warily.
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Post by Umarn Farglen on Oct 13, 2012 19:04:59 GMT -8
Umarn looks back at the strange elf, as he shouts randomly at the sky. He proceeds with caution towards the elf
"I saw you were under attack, so I decided to help. My name is Umarn Farglenn, who might I be talking to?" He says as he readies a quick spell just in case the elf is hostile.
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Post by Kenny Von Brenden on Oct 14, 2012 15:48:23 GMT -8
The satyr says something unintelligible to Brenden. Unable to dechiper it he chooses to ignore it. Brenden evaluates the satyr. Despite it not looking very pretty or handsome or anything besides stupid amounts of ugly he decides to try and make friends with it. He starts with a cautious hello in elven.
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Post by Umarn Farglen on Oct 15, 2012 20:19:42 GMT -8
A little annoyed by the elf ignoring his first sentence, Umarn repeats himself in elvish to the elf, this time extending his hand to him.
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Post by Kenny Von Brenden on Oct 16, 2012 12:35:57 GMT -8
Brenden doesn't have any disinfectant. The stupid looking satyr can't be that stupid, he must realize this and be mocking Brenden. Brenden gets angry. Angry enough to punch the satyr in his stupid ugly face. Too bad he's an alchemist and not a fighter because that punch came off as a playfully friendly punch of friendship. Brenden decides to try and pass it off as if he were thanking the satyr for coming to his aid (Despite him clearly saving the satyr's ass) and thanks the satyr for coming to his aid. Brenden also hides his hand behind his back because it hurts and he's pretty sure he broke at least every bone in it.
Also, search for loot
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