Carnage just like Papa Nier used to make

Bifrons glares at Udrin. Alice: ...Is... the book... it's... talking... Bifrons: Ah yes... that. Grimoire Greshat: we all do, Lady Alice: ...What. Braith: Yeah, Alice, some weird shit went down in that tower. Misia: Two of them are more useful than one, sadly. Bifrons: It's... complicated. Braith: There was a huge shade, and then these three showed up and we got em to help us Ravenuk: now there's an understatement, Misia Grimoire Vert is laying on the ground, wallowing in misery in failure Alice: ...I... guess I'll ask more in a bit... Could you bring her inside so we can... you know.. get her a doctor? Bifrons: Of course. Her safety is my number one concern. Grimoire Greshat: Vert, get your page ridden ass out of the grass! or are you gonna let one fuck up get you so down? Grimoire Udrin: Goodness, woman. You're stronger than that. Grimoire Vert: -a muffled "I'm a book" is heard- Ravenuk: are the books yelling at each other, like siblings? or is it just me? Grimoire Udrin: You sound like a woman, and thus I shall refer to you as such. I happen to be a very manly book. Eurydice (GM): (Also I imagine Udrin to sound like Tim Curry) Teri G.: [oh god, I'm so sorry. I couldn't help it. XD] Bifrons: [So... many... good... quotes...] Teri G.: [And Tim Curry Urdin makes me so happy.] Misia: [We may as well post the entire chat to tumblr.] Braith: [pffffffft] Ravenuk: [why not?] Braith: [OH GOD] Eurydice (GM): (For Greshat, Dave Fennoy. -He does Rodin in Bayonetta.-) Misia: [It'd definitely help log everything] Braith: [and Ury, it's Urdin, not Udrin.] Eurydice (GM): (I mmay be dyslexic. Like, in all actuality.) Braith: [oh, my apologies. ] Eurydice (GM): (...Or just a shit typist.)_ Ravenuk: fuuuuuuuuuuuuuun Eurydice (GM): (I'm not sure which.) Braith: [Didn't mean to make you feel bad. X| ] Eurydice (GM): (It's cool.) Alice: [Alice is quick to usher her unconcious niece inside, and the two disappear into the hut soon enough.- *] [Feel free to take the next few minutes to discuss things] David B.: should I be worried that my itunes is now playing "putting on the Ritz? Braith: Well, ladies and gents, this was certainly a very odd afternoon. O_O Bifrons unsubtlely checks out Alice's ass as she heads in. Braith: [I KNEW IT! ] Ravenuk: yup, you love her, Bifrons. admit it! Braith: [Tumblr has never taught me wrong about anticipating possible ships!] Alice: [Alice rolls a natural 20 on her 'having a nice ass' check] Braith: [Nah bruh, she just has Attractive 2. +5 on checks towards people who think she gorgoues] *gorgeous* Ravenuk: [like Bifrons] Braith: [Which Braith also has. XD] Bifrons: Ravenuk, tell anyone and you wind up on the business end of my chainsaw. Braith: Pfft, he doesn't need to tell anyone. It's clear as day. Ravenuk: uh-huh. is that before or after I make a pin cushion out of you? Bifrons: You couldn't hit me if I was ten feet tall. We got proof of that earlier. Grimoire Greshat notches an arrow and draws it, aiming at Bifrons Grimoire Greshat: how much you wanna bet? Bifrons: [wrong face] Braith: How is the book holding a bow and arrow. (had to. XD) Ravenuk: [you know what I meant] Bifrons: You sure you wanna do this twig? Braith: Now, come on guys. No need to kill each other over your mutual love of alice. ;) (winky face doesn't register well here) Ravenuk: [Bifrons, what's your dodge?] Braith: [we are NOT descending into PVP this quickly, are we? ] Bifrons: [1, but Ravenuk doesn't know that.] Misia: ... I'm going to go get Dolo as well as my supplies. Ianthe's going to need more than some bedrest. -Misia flees the scene before she gets hit by a stray arrow and/or chainsaw- Ravenuk: [just curious] Bifrons: [and I hope we don't ACTUALLY come to blows.] Braith: (rolling diplomacy NOW) (also, are both of you attracted to women?) Bifrons: [I know Bifrons is.] Ravenuk: [yes, well. Ravenuk's attracted to anyone who looks good to him] Braith: [okay bitchin bonuses] rolling 1d20 + 10 ( 7 )+10 = 17 Guys, really, there's no need to kill each other over something as stupid as a crush. We won't say anything either, alright? Braith looks between the two with an exasperated expression Bifrons grumbles slightly, but stands down. Ravenuk: threaten me once more, and I WILL make a pin cushion of you, understand me, Bifrons? Bifrons: You can try. Ravenuk puts the arrow away, but looks VERY pissed off Braith: *sighs* Bifrons, I understand it gets a point across, but throwing your weight around like that isn't too redeeming on your part. Dolo: Is you know who threatening people not to mention you know what? Ravenuk: yes Bifrons mutters something about blacksmithing before walking off. Ravenuk walks off to his hut, trying to forget the whole debaccle Braith: *calms down a little after all the fighting is done with and turns to Ravenuk* Was it really nessecary to antagonize him like that? (or... not) Grimoire Udrin: A charming lot. Misia returns with varying amounts of bandages, rags, plants, and liquidy things in bottles that may or may not be safe Braith: Oh, hey Misia. Want any help with the medical stuff? And you hush, book. People are just on edge. We did almost die today... Misia: Oh, that'd be a great help! Here, take whatever you can get to without trouble. Dolo SHOULD be coming shortly. Dolo: [Grumble grumble false leg grumble] Braith: Oh, it's no problem. Hell, if we have a chicken or something, I suppose Urdin could help too. I dunno if we should turn to that though... Then again, mentioning all the you know whats that happened might not be a good idea ei- Oh Hai, Dolo! Dolo: [Brief wave] Grimoire Udrin: What sort of name is that? Braith: You're not one to talk, book. What's your name again? Dolo: ...Note to self, stop sampling products... Braith: [giggle snort] Grimoire Udrin: I am the Grimoire Urdin! Dolo: ...Right, the book won't stop talking... She's inside, right? Braith: oohr-deen? Yeah, you ain't no prize either. Grimoire Vert: -muffle muffle "grimoire vert" muffle- Braith: (literally how his name is pronounced) Dolo: I'm just going to go inside anyway. Ravenuk sits down inside the hut and meditates Grimoire Udrin: I should have known... You save someones life and this is how they repay you... Such is life... Braith: [right, to the shack. ^^;] Eurydice (GM): Assume that a full day passes before anything else occurs. In that time, what does everyone do? Ravenuk: [meditates, otherwise polishes the bow and repairs/makes new arrows] Bifrons: [Bifrons talks a bit with the local blacksmith about any interesting weapons, sketches a few plans for new things.] Braith: (you go first, Misia. :) ) Misia: [Misia works with Dolo to patch Ianthe up. Vert mopes some more, before deciding to try and be useful again.] Braith: [Help out Dolo and Misia whatever ways I can. Following that, go to the fields with the sheep and practice with Urdin. I was pleasantly surprised to find out he had ice powers, but not in the same small package as the fire. We'll have to work on that] [aka, whenever we get points from the sessions. :) ] Eurydice (GM): (Well, since it's getting pretty lateish now, and this is where there'd be a pause and me awarding points...) Ravenuk: [....] Bifrons: [stuff is being looked up, please hold.] Ravenuk: [roger] Eurydice (GM): Alright, 2 points for everyone, with the extra being for putting up with one adventure over two weeks and other shit. Bifrons: Sounds good to me. Braith: (extra? What extra?) Eurydice (GM): (For this portion of the adventure being split over two weeks) Bifrons: normally 1 per adventure. David B. is equally confused Braith: (oh wow, really? Our DM usually gives more than that, but whatevs.) (if that's what the book says. *shrug*) Bifrons: I'll probably plot with eury on how I'll spend my points later. Braith: (Then again, I think he gave us 3 that one time on account of a really hard boss.) Bifrons: Yeah, reggie was pretty much a medium/ mid-boss, so two is a good number. Braith: Dah. Making my alternate effects dynamic. Which means that I can shrink AND have ice at the same time. Costs more points. Scottsman L.: Well, I'll see you guys later. I'll be on skype if anyone needs me. Braith: (oh, are we stopping for the night?) Elise T.: Seems so Eurydice (GM): (I don't want a repeat of last week where we had to pause mid-combat D:) Braith: Oh, okay. :) You know what I did with my points, Eury. Eurydice (GM): Okay If anyone wants to ask me things or anything like that, I'll be on skype for the rest of...well, the night. Until I pass out at like 3am or so so no pressure Braith: night~!

Braith runs to the gal's side, trying to start looking her over. Gonna use my feat to initiate an Expertise: Doctor Ravenuk: if you wanna heal her, take that green thing too Misia vaguely wonders if she still has any spare supplies back home to get blood out of clothing as she goes to help Braith Braith: You're a doc, right Misia? rolling 1d20 + 5 ( 6 )+5 = 11 Misia: Hmm. I've got some training, yeah. Braith: I'm not too sure what's up... Ianthe: -You can see bruises and scratches, and even an odd bump in her leg that's possibly something broken- Grimoire Greshat: green pages, you're needed! Grimoire Vert: Yeah, yeah. So, about the healing thing... Bifrons: Oh goody, conditions. Grimoire Vert: Yeah. About that. I can heal alright! Anything and everything (maybe). I'm your book! Ravenuk glares at his book Ravenuk: you better not have any conditions! Grimoire Vert: But we need to have some plants around. For their life force. Grimoire Udrin: Or blood, if any's about. Ianthe: (I have decided on voices for each of the books. c: Nothing game changing, just a fun thing I went ahead and did.) Bifrons: Here. Bifrons hands over his chainsaw. Bifrons: Plenty of blood on that. Grimoire Udrin: (will that do, Eury?) (power says about a pint per healing) Eurydice (GM): Hmm... how bloody is that damn thing? Bifrons: [I drove it into reggie's face. Braith: Alternatively, if any of us is strong enough, we could carry Ianthe out? Bifrons: Actually, new idea, let's just use tall dark and ugly himself. Braith: [Is tall dark and ugly even around?] [I thought shades did the disappearing act after death?] Bookeeper Reginald: Blargle Ravenuk: [his corpse is near] Eurydice (GM): Hmm, he probably should disappear, though.. Bifrons: [good point] What about the dog? I'm sure it has plenty of blood? Braith: Don't you dare. Bifrons: Just brainstorming. Braith: Again, there is a field outside. Ravenuk: besides, I've heard dog makes good cooking Grimoire Vert: How crude... Braith: Stop talking about hurting Rufus, or I'll sick Urdin on you! D: Bifrons: Fine fine. Braith, hold this. Bifrons hands him the chainsaw. Bifrons: *her Braith: (how much does that thing weigh?) Bifrons: I can carry the girl. [It weighs exactly one chainsaw.] Braith: [...Well, I have strength 0. I'm seeing if Braith could carry that or not.] Eurydice (GM): Roll a strength check to see if you double over from the weight. Braith: (Hmn, it says strength zero can carry 24 kg?) Eurydice (GM): Then how much does a chainsaw weigh... Elise T.: [24kg is 53lbs] David B.: [it depends on the chainsaw, I've held some that were HEAVY] Elise T.: [The first chainsaw to come up on the website for Lowes is 10.8lbs] Bifrons: [Yeah, you can handle it.] Braith: [Okay then, so 0 isn't too bad on the strength scale. ^^;] OOf! Geez, this thing is kinda heavy for equipment. Bifrons: Kills damn well. Ravenuk: now you see why I prefer my bow Braith: Or my knives. Speaking off. Rufus, Fetch the Knives please? Bifrons: Right, up you go little missy. Rufus: *bark* *fetch* Bifrons hauls Ianthe onto his shoulders. Braith: *back to full capacity of knives! (4)* Bifrons: Right, let's get to the field before my back gives out. Braith: Agreed. Now bookie, blast anything if we see something, Kay? :) Grimoire Udrin: I am NOT some... ughhh... Braith: Thank you~! Bifrons: Hey Urdin, taking any bets? Grimoire Udrin: Do I look like I have any money or possessions TO bet?! Misia: Pages? Grimoire Vert: Just let it go... Bifrons: Well, you are a booky. Grimoire Udrin: . . . Grimoire Vert: . . . Grimoire Greshat: ...HA! Bifrons laughs. Braith: Okay, I know I tease the book, but that's pretty bad. XD Grimoire Greshat: he can stand it, he's been getting it from the rest of us for some time Bifrons lays Ianthe in the grass. Bifrons: Alright, work your magic. Grimoire Vert: Alright, alright. Lets see... plently of plant life around, good! Now, watch and be awed by my power! Grimoire Vert tries to be useful Bifrons: [pffft] Grimoire Vert: rolling 1d20 + 1 ( 5 )+1 = 6 Eurydice (GM): (I'm not entirely sure what you should roll here @-@) Bifrons: [pfffffft] Eurydice (GM): (Aaaaand ouch.) Grimoire Vert: [healing power, rank 1. I'm not sure either tbh] Braith: [I think you roll a healing check, unless you have the stabilize power attached to her healing. then it auto heals.] Bifrons: [One moment] Braith: [TOO THE BOOKS~!] Bifrons: [1d20 + ranks in healing] [DC ten, one condition for degrees of success.] Grimoire Vert: [Welp] Braith: . If the Healing check fails, you must wait one minute or use extra effort in order to try again We can just handwave it because of time? Bifrons: [Yeah, we can say the took ten] Braith: [and that.] [We're not threatened.] Bifrons: [Hell, we can say they took 20, we aren't in any rush.] Eurydice (GM): Pretty much She's not like, bleeding out or anything Bifrons: [one patch of dead grass later...] Grimoire Vert: W-wait, let me try again! I fumbled is all! We've been sitting on that shelf for a really long time, I'll have you know! Grimoire Vert attempts to redeem itself Grimoire Vert: rolling 1d20 + 1 ( 9 )+1 = 10 Grimoire Udrin: I still think that blood would have worked. A life for a life, after all.. Why you are so reluctant with your dog, I've no idea. Braith: *swipes at the book with a hand* Don't talk about Rufus like that! D: And Look, greenie did nothing to anyone to help out Ianthe! Grimoire Greshat: it's just a dog, what's the deal? Braith: He's my best buddy! >:( Rufus: *hearts* Braith: [So is Ianthe awake yet?] Eurydice (GM): Nope. She doesn't stir. She was in a tower with a broken leg for three days without food or water. Braith: [But I thought we took 20 on the healing?] [Oh right. that] Eurydice (GM): (Speaking of which, I think 3 days is the limit on how long you can go without water...) (...bETTER HAUL ASS) Bifrons: Great, more carrying. Let's move, assholes, I don't like hauling corpses. Grimoire Greshat: if y'all don't save her, at least y'all got something to eat Ravenuk looks at the book Bifrons: Dude, gross. Braith: that's...horrifying. Misia: ... Sheep: -dude what the fuck- Grimoire Greshat: WHAT?!?!? Misia: Well, lets get going. I don't have anything that could possibly help her on me. It'd be better to get her back to the village at any rate. Bifrons: [oh god can't stop laughing] Braith: Good idea, Misia. Let's stop lollygagging then. Grimoire Vert droops in shame from failure Eurydice (GM): (I personally like to imagine Vert being voiced by Maggie Smith c:) Bifrons straightens his posture the moment Alice comes into view. Braith: (that name sounds really familiar) Misia: [Pretty fitting actually] Grimoire Greshat walks closer to Bifrons David B.: [sorry, that was meant for the character, not the book] Ravenuk: what, you have a thing for Alice, or what, Bifrons? Alice: [Upon seeing Ianthe's unconcious form among the group, Alice rushes forward, nearly tripping over herself] Oh my god! What happened?! Bifrons: She was attacked by a shade. It was a hard battle, but I managed to slay it with the help of the rest of the group. Grimoire Udrin: You mean I blew it to kingdom come!

Grimoire Greshat starts singing Sloop John B Scottsman L.: I think it's safe to say that nobody here is entirely sane. David B.: sanity is over rated Eurydice (GM): Awareness is the enemy of sanity, for once you hear the screaming, it never stops. Scottsman L.: I'm 95% sure that's a quote. Eurydice (GM): It's literally the first line in The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls. Scottsman L.: Awesome. Here's hoping we don't get ground into a fine red paste. Eurydice (GM): Reginald's not one for grinding. He wants to keep you all in jars... Scottsman L.: Oh well in that case. Elise T.: Huh. I just used some fine red paste kept in a jay a day or two ago to cook with. *jar. Not jay. :p David B.: think I need to rerollinitiative *reroll initiative Eurydice (GM): I have what your initiative was, hold up There we go Scottsman L. strokes his beard menacingly. Eurydice (GM) didn't put up creepy music on purpose David B. holds up a razor and studies Scottsman's beard, grinning Scottsman L.: Oh, I have no reason to stroke my beard menacingly. It's just my default expression. David B.: Eurydice, I dunno what creepy music y'all got goin, but I'm blasting Harry Chapin Eurydice (GM): Aww, party pooper. David B.: :-P I could change to Apocalyptica, if you think that'd help any? Eurydice (GM): I'm not even sure I can fit this particular piece into the campaign proper I just like it a lot. David B.: what? brb Scottsman L.: This is a pretty good piece. Maybe for some temple overtaken by plants. Eurydice (GM): Thank you for breaking rule #1: Don't give the DM ideas~ Scottsman L.: No regrets. How much longer do you guys figure we should wait for Teri? David B.: no idea Elise T.: I was going to say until 8, but maybe 20 minutes is too long of a time? I don't have her number, unfortunately David B.: only person I have the number is the DM Eurydice (GM): Not anymore 'cause my phone broke. David B.: how so? Eurydice (GM): It just broke? David B.: oh Scottsman L.: Well, they're online it looks like. God I love this song. David B.: Teri's coming in Eurydice (GM): Cannot get enough of this soundtrack, for real. David B. plays Mettalica's Sanitarium Scottsman L.: We ready to roll(play)? David B.: yup Teri G.: Give me a couple minutes to get food/bathroom/etc. I literally just walked in my room and opened my computer. @_@ Again, I'm so sorry Ravenuk: no rush Eurydice (GM): I need to get something for my acid reflux as well Scottsman L.: I can use this time for coffee. Ravenuk: food might be a good idea Eurydice (GM): Yes, I declare this a pre-game snack run~ Scottsman L.: Mmmmh, coffee Teri G.: Ready at battle station Bookeeper Reginald: *Prepare yer books* Elise T.: Books prepared! Ravenuk notches an arrow Bifrons revs his chainsaw/ Ianthe bleeds a bit on the floor Ravenuk: you and that chainsaw Elise T. grabs her useless book Elise T.: derp Grimoire Vert: Excuse you bitch Ravenuk: lol Misia: Excuse you for having very specific conditions for use Bifrons: Mmmh, delicious sass. Braith: Book ready! I just hope it can do something aside from boasting... >.> Grimoire Udrin: We're RUSTY! Grimoire Greshat: You look pretty blueish to me. Grimoire Udrin: ....... Ravenuk: well, you are Braith: But a very pretty blue. :) Reminds me of tales of the oceans Bifrons: [Well, if we're all ready, I think it's Braith's turn.] Braith: (Okay then! ) (Or was it your turn, Misia?) Misia: [Rip everyone within 30 feet. At least make sure our gravestones look nice] Braith: [I already asked Eury bout that] Bookeeper Reginald: (-singing- Oh it's baaaaad luck to be you...) Braith: [I gave up Lightning to fix that.] Misia: [B comes before M!] [:O] Braith: Activating my Alternate Effect, Braith shouts: "Just hit that thing with something hard! AND DON'T HIT THE OTHERS!" In this case, a 5 foot square of fire now lights up Reginald. Roll a dodge check, Eury? Bookeeper Reginald: (I thought you needed to roll to see if you hit him first?) Braith: It's a Burst. You roll to dodge it. Bookeeper Reginald: (Alright then) rolling 1d20 + 8 ( 17 )+8 = 25 Braith: You still take half damage, which in this case, would be 2 fire I can copy pasta the stuff from the book? Bifrons: [Just roll toughness-1 (cause he has that wound) against 17. Bookeeper Reginald: rolling 1d20 + 1 ( 2 )+1 = 3 Braith: woooooo Bookeeper Reginald: (That's gonna sting like a bitch) The bookkeeper recoils, letting out a loud, metallic hiss. Bifrons: [Three degrees of failure, let me see what happens.] [Staggered and another wound.] [if he gets staggered again, he's down.] Ravenuk: [and the archer will aim for the base of his skull] [and pray like a motherfucker for a natural 20] Braith: Hold up, it's Misia's turn Misia: Misia grabs the green book that landed beside her, and shakes it, asking, "So, what do you do!? Burn things?! Freeze things!?" Grimoire Vert: "Heal things!" :D Ravenuk facepalms Misia Misia resists the urge to use the book as a weapon and stabs at Reginald instead Bifrons can't help but laugh. Braith represses the urge to snicker Ianthe is unconcious but if she wasn't, would probably remark on that in some manner. Misia: rolling 1d20 + 3 ( 7 )+3 = 10 I blame the book. Grimoire Vert: Charming. Grimoire Greshat: is that the best you can do? Misia: At least I can do things, unlike a certain green book. Bookeeper Reginald: The Bookkeeper stands up straight, revealing his full, unnatural height: Ten feel tall, with a slim, unnatural, and disproportioned frame. Grimoire Greshat laughs Bookeeper Reginald: He opens his mouth and screeches loudly at the group, an unnatural sounds~ Bifrons: Oh fuck. Bookeeper Reginald: (Rolling intimidation check) rolling 1d20 + 7 ( 2 )+7 = 9 Ravenuk: HAHAHAHAHAHA Braith: [We get will saves, right?] Bookeeper Reginald: ...And he ends up choking on a bit of his own bile in the process. It's not terribly frightening. Ravenuk curls up on the floor laughing hard Braith: *whispers to urdin* Say something witty, the rest of them ar. *are* Bifrons: Maybe I can help get that out of your throat! Grimoire Udrin: I am not some machine in which you can demand it do things! Ugh... Bifrons swings with his chainsaw. Grimoire Greshat: unlike some green thing we all know Grimoire Vert: [GLARE] Bifrons: rolling 1d20+2 ( 6 )+2 = 8 [WHELP] Braith: If you don't wanna get stuck back on that shelf, blue boy...Girl? (You never specified. XD) YOU HAD BETTER HELP OUT Grimoire Greshat: I don't think even IT knows which one it is Grimoire Udrin: What do you think I'm trying to do, make pies?! Eurydice (GM): (Vert has a feminine voice, the other two have masculine voices.) Misia: [Noted for future reference] Braith: [Yup! Now, it's archer boy's turn, right? Unless Bifrons was gonna move?] Bifrons: [go right ahead Arrow. Ravenuk: rolling 1d20 + 6 ( 15 )+6 = 21 Bifrons: [I think that might actually hit...] Ravenuk: [attempts to shoot Reginald] Bookeeper Reginald: (I'm pretty sure that's a hit) (Rolling toughness) rolling 1d20 ( 18 ) = 18 Bifrons: [Arrow is 2 damage, right?] Ravenuk: looking now, but my PDF reader's going slower than a slug Braith: [Bow damage is 3] [Just looked it up] Bifrons: [I think that means regi is fine. Braith: [But regi has two wouns] *wounds* [That's a minus 2 to his save] Bifrons: [toughness is normally two for him] Braith: [OH!] [Nevermind me. ^^:] [Gonna do anything else, Rav? If not, it's my turn then.] Ravenuk: [one sec] look book, think you could help out? Grimoire Greshat: and do what? Bookeeper Reginald: (You already did one attack, you can't do a second, I don't think) Bifrons: [his book has a movement power I think] Ravenuk: [until we figure that out, Braith, you're up] Braith: [Understood] [Hate to be a one trick pony, but until I get more power points, my effects aren't quite dynamic yet.] Braith looks happily suprised by what Urdin was able to do: "Do that again! It seemed to work! :D" Braith: [Roll a dodge again, Eury] Grimoire Udrin: rolling 1d20 + 8 ( 17 )+8 = 25 (Shit) Ravenuk: [nice] Bookeeper Reginald: (I can't keep track of whose face I'm on) Braith: [Mkay now toughness at a 17 please?] [and that happens to me too. It's cool. :)] Bookeeper Reginald: rolling 1d20 + ( 4 ) = 4 Braith: O_O Ravenuk: [SHIT!!] Bifrons: [And he's down!] Misia: [Hoorah!] Braith: [Well, he's technically unconcious.] [We can co de grace him if we so choose] Ravenuk let's out a battle cry happily Bookeeper Reginald: The bookeeper snarls as he falls, hitting his head on the bookshelf as he does. He lies unmoving on the floor, but he has not completely ceased movement. Braith: GOOD BOOK! VERY GOOD BOOK! *hugs Urdin* Grimoire Udrin: Take that foul-AUGH! Grimoire Greshat: well I'll be.....you actually did something Grimoire Udrin: Oh, shove it in your pages... Grimoire Vert: Now now, children... Braith: *is jumping up and down in glee while still hugging Urdin* Grimoire Greshat: when and where Bookeeper Reginald: -Do you go ahead and finish the bookkeeper once and for all? Or will you rush to aid the unconscious niece first?- Bifrons drives his chainsaw into the things face. Braith: [Why not both? The stronger ones can kill of Reggie, and the rest can get the gal] Bookeeper Reginald: -Well that answers that question- Ravenuk shoots an arrow into the base of Reginald's skull

Grimoire Vert

Grimoire Urdin

Grimoire Greshat

[001.3] Eurydice (GM): When you all arrive at the very top of the tower, you see a small study, almost completely trashed. A crumpled body sits by a pile of books, looking up in horror at a particularly tall shade. The shade has his back to you, and said back is hunched heavily, holding a few of the tattered books in his slim arms. Bifrons: [REGINALD!] Eurydice (GM): Roll awareness one more time. Braith: rolling 1d20 + 1 ( 9 )+1 = 10 Bifrons: rolling 1d20+3 ( 20 )+3 = 23 Misia: rolling 1d20 ( 20 ) = 20 Rufus: rolling 1d20 + 2 ( 16 )+2 = 18 Ravenuk: rolling 1d20 + 2 ( 12 )+2 = 14 Braith: [HELLS YEAH] Eurydice (GM): Congratulations, you get a surprise round, because none of you stepped on the tattered book right by the door! Roll initiative. Bifrons: rolling 1d20+1 ( 20 )+1 = 21 Ravenuk: rolling 1d20 + 2 ( 18 )+2 = 20 Braith: rolling 1d20 + 1 ( 17 )+1 = 18 Misia: rolling 1d20 + 1 ( 17 )+1 = 18 Bifrons: [All hail nat 20s!] Ravenuk: [yeah, yeah] Braith: So me and Misia go AT THE EXACT SAME TIME. :p (that was ooc.) (i forgot brackets) Eurydice (GM): (I'm assuming Rufus is sitting this one out?) Braith: (depends. How long did it take us to get up here?) (after a minute, he recovered.) Eurydice (GM): (This is kind of a big tower, so about five minutes.) Bifrons: [We weren't exaclty resting Braith: [true...] [I suppose he'll sit it out then.] [Still folows me, loyal fool] *whispering* Stay... Eurydice (GM): (There we go, he can sit on the stairs like a good boy :3) Alright, so you all get to go before your friend even rolls initative. Bifrons takes a deep breath... Bifrons: CHAAAAAAAAAAAARGE Bookeeper Reginald: [What the hell?!] Braith: [pfffft] Ravenuk facepalms, knowing our element of surprise just flew out the proverbial window] Braith does the same Bookeeper Reginald: (THANKS LEEROY) Braith: (GOD BLAST IT LEEROY) Bifrons: [NO REGRETS] Ravenuk: [Leeroy?] Braith: [you never heard of Leeroy Jenkins? O_O] Bookeeper Reginald: (You've never heard of LEEROOOOOOOOOOOOOY JENKIIIIIIIIIIIIINS?) Braith: [Bro, do you even internet?] Bookeeper Reginald: rolling 1d20 + ( 13 ) = 13 Ravenuk: [just not in the right circles, I guess] Bookeeper Reginald: (Good news, Reginald STILL goes last!) Misia: [Hooray!] Ravenuk: [good riddance] Braith: [hooray!] Bookeeper Reginald: (Archer go shooty shooty, your turn.) Braith: (wait, but chargy man didn't make his attack/) Bookeeper Reginald: (He moved 45 feet in one turn?) Braith: (Charging is a maneuver, he just takes -2 to his defense rolls) Bookeeper Reginald: (Wow, my DM was shit.) Braith: (but... you do have a point there.) (I don't know if charge allows for double move speed or not.) Bifrons: [Yeah, you can't move as far as I did and attack. Braith: (oh, nevermind then!) Bifrons: [I was banking on the surprise round/] Braith: (thinking for DnD and whatnot.) Go on archer man. Ravenuk takes aim at the man and lets loose an arrow Ravenuk: rolling 1d20 + 6 ( 9 )+6 = 15 [not the charging one, but who he's charging at] Bookeeper Reginald: (Guess what) rolling 1d20 + 8 ( 15 )+8 = 23 The Bookkeeper scatters, almost like a leaf in an autumn wind. Ravenuk: [FUCK!] Bifrons: [You don't need to roll that defense] [It's a static value.] [You only need to make a roll if you get hit.] Bookeeper Reginald: (Oh... I have no idea what value is a hit...) Bifrons: Well, anything less than 18 is a miss here. Braith: [in this case, since it's a ranged you use the dodge] [Wait, WHAT?!] Bookeeper Reginald: (Alright, thank you. -As I said, my previous DM wasn't too... explanitory-) Bifrons: [It's cool.] Bookeeper Reginald: (Yep, Good ol' Reginlad has a dodge of 8.) Bifrons: [Oh, do you have any music for this boss?] Bookeeper Reginald: (OH SHIT I ALMOST FORGOT) Braith: [Jesus. This feels like a meat grinder. TT_TT] Bifrons: [It's cool] [perfect] Bookeeper Reginald: (There we go, next victim please!) Braith: Well, that's me or Elizabeth We have the same score for initiative. Ravenuk: rock, paper, scissors, I guess Braith: (you wanna go first, Elizabeth?) Misia: [sure, I guess. Can't really do anything but move, I think.] Braith: (you could move twice?) Misia: [but reginald is scary '~'] Braith: (you're a melee? And if his dodge is an 8, unless he's twice our power level, his parry shouldn't be as high...) Bookeeper Reginald: (-Looks at the sheet-) (Yeah, I didn't make him THAT much higher than you guys.) (He's just got a couple stats that put the fear of god into the masses and looks that only a blind mother could love.) Bifrons: [Okay, that quote is going on Tumblr.] Bookeeper Reginald: (Achievement unlocked: Quotable Things!) Ravenuk: [hahahahahahahaha] Misia: Misia moves just a bit closer to Reginald, partially out of caution but mostly because of his face. Bookeeper Reginald: (Reggie loves you too.) Braith: We'll try to throw a knife... Or.. Ms. Dm, what do we have in this room that can be thrown? Bookeeper Reginald: (Books, chairs, random pens on the desk, debris, rocks) Braith: (I have the advantage that lets me throw anything, the damage being my rank in the advantage) (for now, same as my daggers: 1) (this may come into play if my daggers run out) rolling 1d20 + 5 ( 2 )+5 = 7 and first whiff. TT_TT Bookeeper Reginald: (Guess who's tuuuuurn?~) Reginald ignores his captive friend for now, instead turning his attention to the funny little shouting man. Ravenuk: [ownage] Bifrons: [this may hurt, we're looking at grappling.] Bookeeper Reginald: He moves to pick up Brifrons... rolling 1d20 + 4 ( 14 )+4 = 18 Bifrons: [Okay, now I make a check to resist his grab. WHat's his strength?] rolling 1d20+3 ( 3 )+3 = 6 [Oh yeah, he has me.] Bookeeper Reginald: (His strength is 2) Bifrons: [He has me then.] [I have indeed been grabbed. Bookeeper Reginald: He picks up the strange man, staring at him as if he were an oddity in a museum. Bifrons: I WILL CUT OFF YOUR GODDAMN ARMS! [I'm imobile, but he is at half speed while he has me. We both have half our defenses.] Braith: [who's next?] Ravenuk: [I think I am, but the initiatives were a while ago, and I don't feel up to oing through the history Bookeeper Reginald: (That's what the turn order menu is for) Braith: (no one's on it.) Bifrons: [It only has reginald Bookeeper Reginald: (...Huh?!) Braith: Oh, this happens to me. Bookeeper Reginald: (But I never took any of you OFF...) Misia: [It's Bifrons > Ravenuk > Misia/Braith > Reggie] Braith: Eury, the DM will have older turn orders,, but the players cant see it. You're going to have to delete the old ones and add them again manually Ravenuk: then I'll[ try to hit Reginald once again, I guess] Bookeeper Reginald: (Oh this is BS) Braith: (sorry. It is a pitfall I ran into too. :( ) Ravenuk: rolling 1d20 + 6 ( 20 )+6 = 26 Braith: DAYUM. Ravenuk: [nat 20. I think I hit him thatt ime] Bifrons: [Isn't it my turn? Bookeeper Reginald: (I thought you said you were immobalized?) Bifrons: [I can't move, but I can resist.] Ravenuk: [very well. BUT i REFUSE TO REROLL] Bookeeper Reginald: (Well, I fucked up then.) (...Dunno how to fix THIS mess.) Bifrons: [It [I'ts cool, I just say what I do, then we move on. give me a sec. rolling 1d20+3 ( 1 )+3 = 4 [Still bound.] [Now it's dave Ravenuk: [rolled a nat 20 to hit Reginald] Bookeeper Reginald: (And I won't make him reroll because this was my fuckup.) Rolling toughness because yes, that hit, and it hurt Bifrons: [bow damage is 2, right?] Bookeeper Reginald: rolling 1d20 + 2 ( 13 )+2 = 15 Bifrons: [Alright, one degree of failure, so he has one wound but no other effect. Future checks subtract his wounds from his roll, and it stacks. [Future toughness checks, that is.] Ravenuk: [yes, but I have 4 ranks in ranged combat, archery] Bifrons: [That effects hitting, not damage.] Ravenuk: then yes Braith: [just mark him with a red dot like Rufus.] [wooo dots] Bookeeper Reginald: (Your turn now) (Or...bah, whoever goes, I forget o-o) Braith: We technically go at the same time, so I don't think it matters. Gonna throw another knife, calling out to the girl: "Hey, get over here!" rolling 1d20 + 5 ( 1 )+5 = 6 HERO POINT I WILL NOT KEEP A 1! Bookeeper Reginald: (-snickering-) Braith: Which is why I'm burning the hero point. No way I'm letting you do crazy things with a nat 1 Bookeeper Reginald: (Alright, alright, go head) Braith: rolling 1d20 + 5 ( 1 )+5 = 6 Bookeeper Reginald: (*Ahead) Braith: O_O Bookeeper Reginald: (OH MY GOD) Misia: [wow] Braith: MOTHER FUCK THE DICE HATE ME. Bifrons: [HAHAHAHAHAHAHA] Bookeeper Reginald: (-HIDEOUS HYENA LAUGH-) Braith: WAIT WAIT RULES ONE SECOND Bifrons: [COWARD] Braith: There are rules for hero points and rerolling. My friend reminded me. Bookeeper Reginald: (It's still funny though.) Braith: One hero point allows you to re-roll any die roll you make and take the better of the two rolls. On a result of 1 through 10 on the second roll, add 10 to the result, an 11 or higher remains as-is (so the re-roll is always a result of 11-20). You must spend the hero point to improve a roll before the GM announces the outcome of your initial roll. You cannot spend Braith: hero points on die rolls made by the GM or other players without the Luck Control effect (see the Powers chapter). it's an 11 Or, technically, 16 Ravenuk: [brb] Bookeeper Reginald: (Alright, alright, fair enough. I won't go against the book just to antagonize you.) Braith: [PHEW] Bookeeper Reginald: (I'm a meanie pants, but not THAT much of one.) Bifrons: [You still miss] Braith: [Yes, but no nat 1] Bookeeper Reginald: (But at least she doesn't hit the hostage.) Braith: Okay, won't hyperventilate and die. Did the girl respond when I yelled to her? Bifrons: [Wait, just realised!] [Since grappling cuts both people active defenses in half, reginald has a dodge of four!] [It hit!] Ianthe: -Ianthe looks up, sure enough, but her leg is twisted at strange angles. She's not getting up.- Braith: I hit Reginald! :D Bifrons: [With a ranged weapon!] Misia: [:O] Bookeeper Reginald: (Oh snap, you hit the bugger!) Braith: [yaaay] [TT_TT] Bookeeper Reginald: Rolling toughness to see how much it hurts. rolling 1d20 + 1 ( 15 )+1 = 16 Braith: it hella made it. DC was an 11 I need better throwing things Bifrons: DC was 15, actually. Braith: oh it was? Bifrons: No wait, 16. Braith: Still made it on the nose. Bifrons: Still doesn't get hurt. Braith: BUGGER! Bookeeper Reginald: (So close, and yet so far.) Braith: WAIT It has a wound isn't that a -1 Bookeeper Reginald: (Yes, which mean his toughness roll was only +1 instead of +2...I think) (I'm leaving room for me to be wrong) Bifrons: [No, you're right I think.] Braith: [so it only rolled a 15?] Bifrons: 15+1 = 16 Braith: [oh.] [DERP] Bookeeper Reginald: (NEXT VICTIM!~) Braith: [DERP DERP DERP] Misia: [Maybe I can hit it and do damage! :D] rolling 1d20 + 2 ( 4 )+2 = 6 Oh, no. Nevermind Bookeeper Reginald: Nope, it does nothing. Reginald's turn! He moves to throw his victim into the bookshelf, disgusted by his foul language. rolling 1d20 + 2 ( 19 )+2 = 21 Bifrons: rolling 1d20+3 ( 5 )+3 = 8 [Ooooh] Bookeeper Reginald: ...And he goes flying! Teri G.: [also, sorry for freaking out so much about rules, it was a matter of accidentally hitting someone] Bookeeper Reginald: The bookshelf flutters in place, before several books come tumbling out. Most are as old and torn as the rest of them, however... Grimoire Greshat: WHO DISTURBS MY SLUMBER?! Grimoire Vert: Oh, will you be quiet?! Bifrons: Oh great, I'm dead... Braith: O_O The books are talking. [in character] Grimoire Udrin: We found the intelligence, it seems... Grimoire Vert: That wasn't funny. Braith: [Urdin.] .....Talking books, giant shades. What the crap! Is no one else noticing this?! Bifrons: I'm gonna wake up tomorrow in a lake of booze... Grimoire Udrin: If you wake up at all. Grimoire Greshat: Oh, will you quit your moaning?! Misia: Okaaay, so there may be 3 talking books with attitudes in the room but we still have a tiiiny problem to deal with here! Bookeeper Reginald: -Hi, I'm the tiny problem- Misia: [hi reggie] Grimoire Vert: Oh, that thing? What an annoyance! I'm certain at least one of us could squash him like a bug! Grimoire Udrin: If we felt like it... Bifrons: Bullshit. I dare you wrinkly bastards to try. Grimoire Greshat: Wrinkly?! Why, I should- Bookeeper Reginald: Regniald swats at the books, sending them to various places in the room. The books land close to three of the party members; but not before one of them accidentally hits Ianthe in the face. (She takes no damage) Braith: [pffft] Grimoire Greshat: Oh, now I'm annoyed! Braith looks at the book at her feet Braith: uh, help uh, help? Please? Bifrons: Goddamn old tomes... Grimoire Udrin: ...Oh, alright... I suppose this distraction has gone on long enough. Grimoire Greshat: WE SHALL SEAR ITS FLESH! Grimoire Vert: Don't think I didn't hear that remark... Bifrons: I like that ones spunk! Eurydice (GM): (The Grimoires join your party!) Bifrons points to Greshat Misia: Wait a minute, how exactly will said searing be done? I'm right beside it! Braith: We should avoid friendly fire! [TT_TT] Misia: [D:] Bifrons: [You're going to hell/] Grimoire Greshat: Details! Eurydice (GM): (I think we'll wait on a certain someone to come back before going any further) Scottsman L.: Who's that again? My brain is starting to fog over Eurydice (GM): (Dave) Bifrons: Ah. Ravenuk: [hmmm?] Eurydice (GM): (Oh good, you're back!) (You all got your grimoires... well, those who chose to have them, anyway.) (Yours is a violent bugger.) Ravenuk: [so I see] Eurydice (GM): (Now we can continue!) Bifrons: [I forget, who's turn is it? brain go mush] Braith: [Your's] Eurydice (GM): (Also, you don't need to make separate rolls for your books: They'll act with you, when you want them to. You command them just as if they were a part of you.) (Initiative rolls I mean) Bifrons: Time to cut up a sunuvabitch! rolling 1d20+2 ( 11 )+2 = 13 [what's his Parry?] Bookeeper Reginald: (5) Bifrons: [Damn, I miss] Braith: [This is gonna be hilarious because I have a burst... TT_TT] Bifrons: [oh god] Braith: [30 feet bursts are kinda big in this tiny room. O_O] Bookeeper Reginald: (...wHOOPS) Misia: [TT_TT] Bifrons: [this aint tiny] Braith: [Wellll, you guys are still cramped together. ^^;] Bookeeper Reginald: (The entire room is 90 feet accross) (30 feet is 1/3rds of the room XD) Bifrons: [That's a goddamn firestorm] Braith: I can barely clip him up there. Bifrons: [there is nowhere that won't hit one of us] Braith: [poop.] Bookeeper Reginald: (Dave, your turn?) Braith: [Right, Dave, do your thing] Bifrons: [I did. I missed] Braith: [David. Not you.] Bifrons: [Why the hell did I think I was dave?] Braith: [I don't know. O_O] Bifrons: [We may have to finish this before I conclude I'm the pope] Teri G.: [Dave? You okay man?] Ravenuk: [not really sure, but I'm alive] [head's starting to pound] Bookeeper Reginald: (I'd pause and let people rest, but that's hard in the middle of combat...) Teri G.: [You could turn down the music on your end?] Ravenuk: [anyways, taking my first arcane shot at this asswipe, I guess] [music's muted on my end, the only sound is my typing] Teri G.: [Eury cut it off] Bifrons: [He muted it long ago.] Teri G.: [Ah. Anyways, what's the resistance check for your magic?] Bifrons: [Maybe we should call it a night. It's getting pretty late.] [I think our players are more wounded then our characters.] Bookeeper Reginald: (I'm not sure how pausing in combat would work but at this rate we might very well have to.) David B.: [finish this combat first] [ROLLING TO HIT REGINALD] rolling 1d20 + 6 ( 1 )+6 = 7 FUUUCK!!! Bifrons: [Pffffffft] Teri G.: You don't have to roll to hit, I don't think? Does the power say you have to? Bifrons: [What is the power?] David B.: [sorry, all sound's seems to be muted] Ravenuk: [power's that of Raven from Teen Titans, so shadow powers, I'd guess] Teri G.: [No, what's it officially called in teh book?] Bifrons: [Uhg, I think I may need to bow out. I have school in the morning and I feel like death. You can just say Bifrons got knocked out when he hit the shelf] Eurydice (GM): (Aww, alright) Teri G.: [Well, if we REALLY have to call it quits, we can double check the chat in this game to know what's going on.] Ravenuk: [in the book it's labeled blast, I think] David B.: [and I agree] Teri G.: [Did you write down what it was called in your sheet?] David B.: [that's what I have written, "blast"] [I have flight, blast and teleport typed on the sheet] Teri G.: [Did you pull blast from a side book? I'm just finding it in a fire blast form in Fire Powers.] David B.: I was basing the powers off of Raven, her powers were shadow powers Teri G.: WAIT, found it. It's ranged damage power. You DO make a ranged attack check. David B.: what does the book say? Teri G.: You make a ranged attack check against the target’s Dodge defense. The attack’s damage equals your power rank and the target makes a Toughness resistance check against it. David B.: {and if any fox references are mentioned, I'll singe the hair off of the head that does it} Teri G.: Okay, when this wraps up, you and I need to go over your sheet. When you list a power you gotta list it's construction And, with your previous roll, I dare say that's a bust. Apologies for taking so much time on that. :/ Grimoire Greshat: Erm... [grumble grumble] Braith: So what do you do, book? Grimoire Udrin: Oh, you know. Tear the fabric of reality asunder and make even the mightiest of lords beg for mercy... or death. All before lunch, usually. David B.: I'm willing to say that we have indeed wrapped up for the night Braith: Well, we can leave this note: It is now Mine or Elizabeth's turn. We have books. Is that alright, Uery? oh wow typing. @_@ Eurydice (GM): (Of course.) (I'll make a small thing detailing where, exactly, we left off.) Braith: kk Elise T.: (It turns out that I forgot about an advantage or two so I need to go recrunch my numbers) (So a few things may be +/- 1 next time) Eurydice (GM): (Alright, wrote down everything I needed to.) (You all have a good evening now!) Elise T.: (G'night everyone) Braith: night. Scottsman L.: Gotta love Nier Music. Eurydice (GM): I've said it once and I'll say it again: The soundtrack could bring a nun to orgams. *orgasm [That awkward moment where I remember one of you knows me irl] David B. shrugs and reminds the GM that it's fine

Braith: O_O Bifrons: [wouldn [wouldn't it be better to have the shades all go at once?] Braith: [I roll collectively, personally, but Eury could do whichever?] Ravenuk: either way, the archer's going last Braith: Rufus goes on my turn, so he's whenever. Bifrons: [love this music] Shade: (Urg, I'm entering the numbers but it's not sorting them by turn) Braith: Go to the blue gear. Shade: (This is 'Organ Grinder' by Emilie Autumn btw) (Annnd there we are!) Braith: There you go! :( :) damn typose. Ravenuk: [I'm sitting here listening to fiddle&Gaelic bitches :P >:)] Shade: (...I admit I don't know how movement works in this game because our DM just completely ignored that part) Braith: (one moment. I have my PDF open right now.) Bifrons: [we move 30 ft by default, get one move action one standard action] Braith: [Isn't that DnD?] Bifrons: [we can use standard action to move again] [I checked the M&M rules a little while back. Shade: (Alright, sorry) Braith: Each square is 5 ft, generally. Bifrons: [It's cool/] Braith: Unless a DM makes a different scale, if that helps. The little ruler on the left is used for that. Shade: Since the shades are so far away, they're taking some time running up to you... Bifrons: BOO Shade: Shades do not feel fear. Bifrons swings his chainsaw. Shade: (Okay yes they do) Braith: (hee hee) Shade: (They REALLY don't talk though) Bifrons: rolling 1d20+2 ( 9 )+2 = 11 [Do I hit?] Braith: [Depends on their parry.] [Eury, it's parry + 10] [in this case anyways] Bifrons: [We're looking up the numbers.] Braith: [ah, kk] Shade: (That would make theirs... 13.) Ravenuk: [how do I roll for a bow in this game? probably should've asked earlier, but I was a bit distracted] Bifrons: 1d20+dex for your ranged Shade: -The shade simply steps out of the way BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO DAMN FLASHY- Braith: No, it's ranged combat. Ravenuk: [or more importantly, how do I put it on my sheet?] Braith: Which uses dex, and skill points. Bifrons: [Well yes, but you don't need to put points in ranged.] [I have no points in melee, just a good fighting skill] Ravenuk: [in that case, it'll be a d20+6] Braith: [It's still the base roll, generally.] Bifrons: [i mean abilitiy Braith: [no, fighting is for close combat. ] Bifrons: Yeah, that [that's what I'm talking about [fighting for close, dex for ranged] [now, back to murder!] Ravenuk: [brb] [need foodage] Misia Misia bring out her dagger and aims for the shade Misia: [...whoa, anyway] rolling 1d20 + 2 ( 4 )+2 = 6 ._. Shade: -The shade DOES A BARREL ROLL. Actually, no, it just moves.- Bifrons: Damn things are to jumpy! Rufus: Rufus rolls to bite rolling 1d20 + 5 ( 2 )+5 = 7 DAMMIT Shade: -These are skittish shades, apparently- Braith throws a knife at the shade Braith: (1 of the 4 I had.) Bifrons: It's like fighting smoke! Braith: rolling 1d20 + 5 ( 14 )+5 = 19 FUCK YEAH Shade: -And one unfortunate shade just took a knife to the eyeball- Misia: ...or not. That shade seems pretty solid. Braith: The damage for the knife is 1 unfortunately. Bifrons: Well, maybe we just suck. Braith: Our dice hate us at the moment. Bifrons: [shade rolls toughness, needs to get more than 11] Ravenuk: [I see it as getting the bad rolls out of the way early] Shade: rolling 1d20 ( 5 ) = 5 Nope, that shade totally just got a knife to the eye. Braith: [Shade had no toughness? :o] [wow...] Shade: (Nope) Braith: :D Shade: (These are the unarmored buggers) Braith: I will take the rest of my move to cower behind that statue. Shade: Needless to say that one shade drops like a stone. Braith: I only moved 15 feet at first. :o Ravenuk: weak buggers] Bifrons: [you got move by action?] Shade: Shade 3 rolling to attack Teri G.: closed my tab by accident. TT_TT Shade: rolling 1d20 + 2 ( 11 )+2 = 13 Bifrons: [aiming at who?] Shade: The shade attacks the man with the chainsaw, seeing it as a bigger threat -Even if he is a flashy bastard- Bifrons: [ouch, that hit. What's there strength?] Shade: (1) Bifrons: rolling 1d20+5 ( 6 )+5 = 11 [I just avoid taking a wound. Teri G.: :D Shade: Shade four... who is now shade three thanks to his friend dropping dead... is now moving to attack Rufus! Teri G.: :o Shade: rolling 1d20 + 2 ( 12 )+2 = 14 Teri G.: rolling 1d20 + 4 ( 2 )+4 = 6 :( Shade: (THAT SHADE IS AN ASSHOLE) Teri G.: (the dice roller hates me. TT_TT) So he hurts Rufus. I'm trying to remember what the wound penalties are. Shade: (While you do that, it is Ravenuk's turn) Ravenuk: [what's therange on a bow? I've been looking, and I can't find one] Bifrons: [I think those shades are in range [Oh, and it looks like Rufus is dazed. Ravenuk: in that case, I'll see if I can reduce our opposing numbers rolling 1d20 + 6 ( 20 )+6 = 26 BLOODY HELL!! Shade: (THAT'S GONNA STING!) Bifrons: [Also, turns out I didn't quite make that check earlier, so I take a wound] Shade: rolling 1d20 + 3 ( 18 )+3 = 21 The shade makes a valiant effort to haul ass... but falls flat and gets an arrow to the face for his troubles. Bifrons: [Luckily I only failed by one degree, so I just take a penalty to future damage checks] Shade: (Which shade did you target?) Ravenuk: the one attacking rufus Teri G.: [wait, how did you determine that Bifrons?] Bifrons: [page 104. All attacks really count as damage.] Shade: Now you're down to Tweedledumb and Tweedledumbass. Shade one rolling to attack Misia rolling 1d20 + 2 ( 2 )+2 = 4 Ravenuk: [do they have to make a will check for morality after their 2 friends drop like flies?] Teri G.: [so if the attack was a 14 and Rufus Rolles a 6.... ] Bifrons: [no] Ravenuk: [worth a shot] Bifrons: [the damage was 2] [attacker rolls to hit, defender rolls to avoid injury] Teri G.: [So rufus has two wounds?] Shade: Shade one completely fails to hit anything. Bifrons: Not quite. [15+2 = 17] [17-6=11] [so he suffered two degrees of faliure, and thus, he is dazed/] Teri G.: [so for this turn he's dazed?] Bifrons: [actually, might have suffered three. [so He's staggered.] [Shit, that dog got hit hard] Teri G.: [Damn... :(] Rufus: *Whimpers* Bifrons: [and he has 1 wound. Just put that in like the red circle to keep track of it.] [Anyway, it's my turn.] NOT COOL, JACKASS! rolling 1d20+2 ( 14 )+2 = 16 [Whelp, that hit.] Ravenuk: [who was that comment targeted towards?] Bifrons: [the shade] Shade: Shade two rolling to parry (This is more so I don't forget which shade is which...) rolling 1d20 + 3 ( 9 )+3 = 12 Nope, he's down. Bifrons: [no, they don't roll parry. They roll toughness. [course, he [he'd have to beat 21] Shade: (It still wouldn't failed because the shades have 0 toughness) Bifrons: [yup] Shade: (would have, not wouldn't) One shade left, and he doesn't look nervous at all. Misia: [move by action = I could try and attack, and then move, yes?] Bifrons: COME AT ME BITCH! [yeah] Misia: [or any combination of as long as I haven't moved more than 30 feet total?] [mkay] Misia turns her attention toward the one remaining shade, and slashes at it. rolling 1d20 + 2 ( 19 )+2 = 21 Rufus: DAYUM. Bifrons: [That's definately a hit.] [what's your damage?] Misia: [I believe it's 2?] Bifrons: [So shade rolls toughness, needs to beat 17] Shade: rolling 1d20 + ( 8 ) = 8 Nope, he's dead. Bifrons: Well, that was interesting. Braith once the combat ends, Braith runs to her dog, hugging him. Braith: Rufus! D': Braith also picks up thrown knife from shade. Bifrons: Well, glad to see nobody's dead. Ravenuk goes over to the shade he shot and yanks the arrow out Ravenuk: so, what now? those weren't so tough Bifrons: Guess we go up. Ravenuk places the arrow in the quiver Eurydice (GM): [You hear strange scraping coming from high above] Bifrons: Oh well that totally isn't ominous. Braith: Oh hell, what now? :( Ravenuk looks at the roof Braith looks distinctly less cheerful than earlier. Apparently. hasn't seen a Shade hit quite that hard before. Eurydice (GM): Everyone roll awareness. Bifrons: rolling 1d20+3 ( 20 )+3 = 23 Braith: rolling 1d20 + 1 ( 9 )+1 = 10 Ravenuk grabs the arrow and nocks it again, ready to fire upon any enemies, as he keeps scanning the roof Misia: rolling 1d20 ( 2 ) = 2 Bifrons: [eyes of a goddamn hawk] Ravenuk: rolling 1d20 + 2 ( 20 )+2 = 22 Rufus: rolling 1d20 + 2 ( 1 )+2 = 3 Ravenuk: two in a row Teri G.: Well,that hit must have dazzled the poor dog. David B.: poor thing Teri G.: I think I saw something about damage recovery, but I have to double check it. Eurydice (GM): Ravenuk and Brifrons, for certain, hear things being shuffled about and possibly a whimper, you can't tell. Everyone else just hears general movement noises. Bifrons: [remove one damage condition per minute of rest.] Ravenuk: what's shuffling around? I can't see anything Bifrons: I heard whimpering. Teri G.: [So after a couple minutes, he'll be okay. ;D] Braith: You sure that ain't Rufus? Not that I can't blame him. :( Bifrons: I would like to change my vote on Ianthe from dead to alive. Ravenuk points to the roof Braith hugs doggie Ravenuk: is you r dog up there? Braith: [he attacked a shade from there?] no... [misread] Bifrons: Then it aint your damn dog. Ravenuk: couldn't have said it better myself Braith noticably cowed. Braith: *is noticeably cowed.* Bifrons: [Sorry Bifrons is such an asshole. He doesn't really get along with people] Braith: [oh it's fine. :)] Ravenuk: [loner, natrually ain't a people person] Eurydice (GM): (I totally forgot to do the upper floor map apparently, but I fixed that and it exists now.) Ravenuk: [lol] Bifrons: [Yay!] Braith: [Braith is more a people person. Still, it's a bit upsetting when your dog almost gets onshotted.] Ianthe: [Heavily muffled] GET AWAY! Bifrons: Well fuck, that's our cue! Misia: I can't really hear much from up there, but I'll take your word for it. Ravenuk runs up the staris Bifrons charges. Ravenuk: *stairs

Ianthe - Alice's Niece

Rufus

Misia

Ravenuk

Braith

Bifrons

Markeus - Village Blacksmith

Dolo - Village Doctor