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Post by Kenny Von Brenden on Oct 1, 2012 22:02:31 GMT -8
When we pick up Brenden's story he is wandering around a laaaaaaaaaaaaaarge expansive desert. He is clodding along, seemingly as loud as he can. Being trained in survival, he is in no threat of death from starvation, thirst, or exposure. However being very annoying he has not managed to make any friends in this desert. He spots a small camp in the distance and starts heading over.
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Post by DM Two on Oct 1, 2012 22:24:01 GMT -8
As Kenny wandered through the desert a couple of orc scouts spotted a stupid looking figure. It wasn't just the rags in the desert. It was the way he carried himself.
"Grit," said one of the orcs addressing his scouting companion.
The other orc grinned fletching an arrow.
"Bet you dinner I hit it from here" said Grit. His companion laughed.
"On".
The arrow flew through the sky straight towards the stupid looking figure. Grit could already taste the sand stew.
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Post by Kenny Von Brenden on Oct 1, 2012 22:26:48 GMT -8
Right as the arrow fires towards Brenden his elven agility kicks in and he trips over his own feet. As he stumbles to the ground the arrow flies over his head and he drops his staff shooting a bolt of necrotic energy at Grit.
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Post by DM Two on Oct 1, 2012 22:49:30 GMT -8
Grit cursed to himself as his arrow missed, but his curses were cut short as a blast of energy hit him in the chest and knocked him down. He groaned pulling himself up and drawing a sword as he hobbled slowly towards Brenden.
His partner Guz on the other hand was already in full sprint, battle axe poised above head as he roared his battle cry. As he drew closer he saw the stupid figure more clearly and notice it had a pair of stupidly pointed ears.
"Squishy fairies." The orc thought to himself.
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Post by Kenny Von Brenden on Oct 1, 2012 22:54:32 GMT -8
Tearing up a bit at the pain from the fall Brenden reaches into his bag to pick up a potion of damage but due to his blurred vision he grabs a concussive potion and hurls it at the orc charging him.
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Post by DM Two on Oct 1, 2012 22:59:55 GMT -8
The squishy elf was helpless, Guz would have a pair of ears to make into a necklace by the end of the day. Or so it appeared. Just as Guz was about to strike the knife ear pulled something out of his bag and threw it at Guz. With a loud "koosh" Guz was knocked over.
Meanwhile Grit was hobbling closer now and grew angrier as he saw the squishy stupid knife ear fumble successfully through the fight with what was either great skill or more likely, great luck.
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Post by Kenny Von Brenden on Oct 1, 2012 23:03:11 GMT -8
Surprised at the explosion, Brenden messed up the health potion he had been making and tossed it up in the air. As it crashed towards Grit it burst it to flames, right as Brenden burst into tears from being knocked to the ground.
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Post by DM Two on Oct 1, 2012 23:17:17 GMT -8
As the bottle flew towards Grit he shielded his face. The bottle shattered and the orc felt the flames burn his face. He immediately dropped on to the sand and began to roll. The fire went out, and so did Grit's consciousness.
Guz. Was. Mad. Guz was not fun to be around when he was pissed. His eyes went wild and he felt no pain as he charged toward the weeping pathetic knife ear and began to swing his battle axe in a frenzy. All thought other than cutting the stupid squishy elf into ribbons left his mind.
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Post by Kenny Von Brenden on Oct 1, 2012 23:24:28 GMT -8
As the orc swings his ax at Brenden viciously, Brenden responds by tripping and bashing his head into the flat of the ax dropping what he believes to be a hastily made lightning potion. However as it explodes, it bursts into a chill cloud that slows the joints and causes killer runny noses. Brenden is feeling pretty stunned.
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Post by DM Two on Oct 1, 2012 23:33:47 GMT -8
Guz felt a warm fuzzy feeling in the partles of his heart as his axe connected with the elf's head. Then the warmth became cold. Very cold. Guz's joints slowed. Moving his axe seemed difficult and the metal froze to his skin making it impossible to drop. He contented himself to attempt to kick the elf.
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Post by Kenny Von Brenden on Oct 1, 2012 23:37:46 GMT -8
Seeing the savage orc launches a icy kick at Brenden he dropped his bag again exploding a smoke bomb and rolls back picking up his staff and a wicked toe cramp.
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Post by DM Two on Oct 1, 2012 23:45:48 GMT -8
Guz began coughing as the smoke bomb went off. He began to blindly swing his axe again moving to where he believed the elf to be. As he grew closer he tripped over a rock and began to fall straight towards Brenden
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Post by Kenny Von Brenden on Oct 1, 2012 23:51:58 GMT -8
Unfortunately when he tripped straight towards Brenden his bag was in the way, so instead he fell onto Brenden's bag. exploding not 1, not 2, but three of Brenden's minor damage potions. Brenden laughs, until he inhales smoke. Brenden coughs.
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Post by DM Two on Oct 1, 2012 23:59:06 GMT -8
(Critical miss roll/placement oversight, let's roll with it.)
Guz stumbled towards where he last saw Brenden, but the bag he had dropped was in the way.
As he fell, he felt the distinct crack of multiple bottles.
As the potions begin to go to seep into Guz's skin he stumbles over to Brenden, dripping wet with the damaging poison as he collapses on top of Brenden. He begins to shake violently as shards of glass wiggle about.
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Post by Kenny Von Brenden on Oct 2, 2012 0:04:24 GMT -8
Overjoyed at making a friend, Brenden doesn't even mind the slight stinging as he hugs Guz vigorously as he thrashes about.
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