October 12, 2002
Logfile from Malakai
Eclipse puts on his dragon medallion.
[OOC] Typheous woos!
Nomin pages: "Changed que me when you want me in."
You say, "When last we left Hell's Errand Children, they had just retreated into Gilsur Hall to escape a motley of hostile Fae."
Tsharing lowers her fists, and the sinister humming fades. "There are many of them out there still. This may be more than a simple raid."
Psyche puts her hand on Typheous's chest, bracing the arrow, flinching slightly at the contact, taking a deep breath. "Fuck...this needs healing before I'd want to risk breaking it off...I don't think you can stand being hurt more, but I'm not strong enough...Typheous...can you heal yourself at all?" . o O ( Try, godsdamnit. )
Psyche pages: "Trying a Heal Self on him - she doesn't expect it to work, but he counts as target self. Blood focus = dif 4?"
[OOC] Plax says, "Am I still snoozing?"
[OOC] Psyche says, "I believe so."
Plax snores.
Eclipse [to Plax]: For the moment, yes.
Typheous winces at the arrow, diggsome sotones from his pocket. "I...ow...." . o O ( I havne't be able to before... but I'll try.... You'll have to help me through it... )
Psyche has received your page: "You were going to get him to "heal himself", right? So, this is just a token gesture? If so, fake it to your heart's content."
[OOC] Typheous eeps... "digs some stones from his pocket"
Psyche has received your page: "N/M. dif 4."
Psyche pages: "Both of them are trying a similar effect. You follow this?"
You say, "The door is still open, and the wolf-snouted beast is loping toward you."
[OOC] Tsharing says, "I thought I said I'd barred it? OK, I do that now."
Psyche has received your page: "Think so. Both rolling Arete or no?"
Psyche pages: "Yes."
Psyche . o O ( Just do what I do. Like this... )
[OOC] You say, "It's a Microsoft door. You have to close it twice."
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (2d10): 7, 5 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
Rade slams the door shut once Halda is safely through, then looks down at her. "Are you okay?"
Typheous pages: "Let's see.... Heal Self, stones as a focus, using Psyche's Life 2... diff?"
[OOC] Rade was the last one in after all. :)
Tsharing closes the door and uses a large item of furniture to block it.
(remotely) Typheous just got the diff from psyche
[OOC] Psyche says, "I think the door is securely closed now."
You say, "There is a loud thud as the creature slams into the door."
[Roll]: Typheous rolled Arete (2d10): (1), (7) [Injury penalty: -2] [Spent 1 WP for a success] ** 1 success (diff 4) **
[OOC] Typheous says, "1...."
[OOC] Psyche grins.
[OOC] Psyche says, "And two from me..."
Eclipse [to Rade]: Halda nods, though she is limping slightly.
[OOC] Typheous says, "And do I have to use will to overcome inj with arete?"
[OOC] Psyche says, "He said no injury w/ arete"
[OOC] You say, "No wound penalties on Arete."
Tsharing places her hand on the other side of the door. "You may not enter."
Typheous seems to concentrate on the stones, reaching his hand up to brace himself on Psyche's arm.
Tsharing pages: "Kinetic energy shield on the door."
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Arete (2d10): 2, 6 No diff given.
[OOC] Typheous says, "K.... "
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Arete (2d10): 7, 1 No diff given.
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Arete (2d10): 6, 1 No diff given.
*** Scourge die is a 1: Backlash Triggered. Player Scourge reduced from 0 to 0. Mitigating circumstances: None. ***
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Arete (2d10): 4, 4 No diff given.
Tsharing pages: "2 effect, 1 duration."
Rade backs away from the door slowly, biting her lip, hands shaking as she listens to the thuding. "W....we're trapped..."
Typheous pages: "EWe get 1 WP per session back, and since I'm a Celebrant: fancing, can I get 1 back from fighting last time too?"
Psyche flinches, concentrating, murmuring to herself. "This can't work...I'm not strong enough, and he doesn't know...but maybe somehow I can show him..." Talking herself through the spell, as always,
Tsharing removes her hand. "Aid will come. Alert the other students, we need to seal the other entrances."
Tsharing looks for other possible access routes.
Plax sleeps.
Psyche pages: "3 successes between the two of us give 6 HL of healing, right?"
You say, "There are several muffled thuds as the creature hits the wall, instead, before the noise stops."
Psyche has received your page: "Yes."
Typheous has received your page: "Yes."
[OOC] Typheous says, "So, 1 succes and 2 successes from the 2 spells to heal gives... healing 6 HL?"
[OOC] Psyche says, "Yep. Go for it."
[OOC] Tsharing says, "We've gone from Mortal Kombat to Night of the Living Dead."
[OOC] Eclipse whistles.
You say, "There is a crash like glass breaking from the mess hall behind you."
Typheous gasps as the arrow is pushed out of his chest as his spell and Psyche's slowly knit his flesh back together.
Typheous . o O ( How the hell..... )
Rade whirls in the direction of the noise., with a muffled squeek.
Tsharing immediately goes there.
Psyche snatches her hand back from Typheous's chest in something between horror and amazement. . o O ( What the fuck? ) She immediately attempts to put the full distance of the room between them, heading for the source of the noise.
You say, "The double door into the mess hall is closed."
[OOC] Tsharing says, "We have glass? What tech level is this place?"
[OOC] Rade says, "glass is easy"
You say, "There are quite a few grunts and an occasional muffled bark from the mess hall."
Tsharing goes in there.
[OOC] Rade says, "especially when you have lots of mages with forces or matter :)"
Typheous gets up, hearing the noises and moves to wake Plax up. "Wake up, PLax.... I think they're coming it.."
Tsharing pages: "= Actually, does my sound-based life sense tell me anything about them?"
Plax pages: "(I don't suppose there can be like a modified hole up to Plax's room, kind of like a fireman's pole, only no pole, that he can open up? Ceiling door? And does he wake?>"
You say, "The wolf thing is in there. It's wounds have closed. Another humanoid creature with vaguely insectoid features is climbing in through the window, shushing the wolf thing with a finger over its lips."
[OOC] Typheous says, "CAn I wake up Plax"
[OOC] Octavius says, "A Garou and a Fomori?"
Tsharing has received your page: "You recognize the wolf thing easily. The insectoid humanoid is of the same type as the giant ant."
Psyche pauses at the doors, scowling. "Tsharing!" she hisses. "Bar the doors, don't let them in!"
Eclipse [to Typheous]: Yes.
Tsharing shuts the doors, and bars them.
Plax groggily wakes up, then looks up. "Oh great...". He's instantly hovering, claws out.
Tsharing again places her hand on the doors, and commands them to remain sealed.
[OOC] Plax says, "Eclipse, I have what I paged you about?"
Tsharing pages: "As before."
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Arete (2d10): 2, 10 ** 1 success (diff 4) **
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Arete (2d10): 1, 7 ** 0 successes (diff 4) **
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Arete (2d10): 10, 10 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Arete (2d10): 4, 9 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
Typheous stands up, blades drawn again. "Are they coming this way?" . o O ( How the hell did I heal... it had to be you.... I can't... )
Rade shrinks back, .reaching out frantically for just about anything. "Trapped, trapped, trapped..."
Tsharing pages: "2 target, 2 effect, 1 duration."
Plax has received your page: "You wake. No pole. Just a normal dorm room like everyone else. The stairs up are on this side of the mess hall door, though."
Tsharing says, "They won't come through here."
Psyche turns back from the mess hall. "Are they locked, Tsharing?" she asks brusquely, looking for any other possible entrances.
Plax looks to the stairs. "I'm getting my bow from the second floor". He flies up the stairs to retrieve his bow.
(remotely) Plax gets his bow, arrows, quiver, and returns if there are no complications.
You say, "There is a thump against the wall of the mess hall and some plaster falls off the wall. You hear the muffled sound of a wolf whining."
Tsharing says, "Locked and sealed with my magic."
Tsharing says, "Though that will not help if they break through the wall."
Psyche . o O ( I can't either. Not other people. Fuck, my stomach is doing flips...I think it might've been less painful to just fucking leave that arrow in you....and now what? )
Typheous frowns. "Stand back... I need to get ready if they're going to come at us again." He tries to get enough space to swing his rapier.
Psyche says, "Well, then, let's find a plan before they do. Is there some place where we could force them to come one at a time?"
Tsharing says, "We should let them break through. They will be forced to attack us one at a time."
[OOC] Rade hehs.
Plax returns, quiver strapped to his back and longbow ready. He hovers above everyone, an arrow ready to fire.
Octavius has received your page: "You are in the hall when Plax comes upstairs. Alex is seriously hurt and you are looking for someone who can help him, but are afraid of the Fae outside."
Rade shakes her head. "No! Keep them -out-."
Typheous . o O ( Thanks for your concern. Now? we guard the door and I enchant my blades.... )
Typheous begins a few flashy swipes with his rapier. (Increase Pain on his rapier.)
Psyche . o O ( Don't want your ego to get any fucking bigger, do I? Then what? You stand there and parry like mad? )
Tsharing says, "I would suggest waking up the other students, then."
(remotely) Nomin looking around for someone, ALex is some distance behind him, badly wounded.
(remotely) Nomin is upstairs.
[OOC] Psyche says, "Which dorm are we in?"
(remotely to Plax, Eclipse) Nomin looking around for someone, ALex is some distance behind him, badly wounded upstairs
[OOC] Typheous says, "Increase Pain, do I target the blades or the critters?"
[OOC] Plax retcons his return.
Eclipse [to Psyche]: Gilsur Hall, the Awakened men's dorm.
Typheous . o O ( Unless you have a better idea... )
Plax pages: "=:looks at Nomin. "Nomin, Alex! Who else is here?""
Eclipse [to Typheous]: Critters. It's a Mind effect that is concealed by the physical damage.
[OOC] Typheous says, "Ok.... can I target them yet or no?"
Psyche says, "As long as they don't have bows, we can take them one at a time, Rade. Unless you think it's a good idea to block -all- the doors so we can't get out either. Plax? Is there anyone else in this dorm?"
Nomin has received your page: "Vance and Gadrielle are also here."
[OOC] Plax points above to the retcon.
[OOC] Psyche missed it, retcons her question :)
(remotely to Plax, Eclipse) Nomin looks up and sees Plax, "Plax?! Your alright. Who all is with you?
Typheous has received your page: "You have Cor 1? Then you can target them at +1 diff. Otherwise, no."
[OOC] Typheous says, "and is it just me that can hurt them or anyone?"
Plax pages: "Rade, Typheous, Psyche, and Tsharing. They're breaking down the wall downstairs."
(remotely) Typheous does. Diff 5 then.
Typheous has received your page: "Anyone."
[Roll]: Typheous rolled Arete (2d10): (4), (5) [Injury penalty: -2] ** 0 successes (diff 5) **
[OOC] Typheous forgets to clear his injury
Plax pages: "They as in the Fae attacking us."
[Roll]: Typheous rolled Arete (2d10): 6, 5 ** 2 successes (diff 5) **
[Roll]: Typheous rolled Arete (2d10): 4, 9 ** 1 success (diff 5) **
[Roll]: Typheous rolled Arete (2d10): 7, 1 ** 0 successes (diff 5) **
*** Scourge die is a 1: Backlash Triggered. Player Scourge reduced from 0 to 0. Mitigating circumstances: None. ***
Rade wraps her arms around herself for lack of anything else to grab, "We're already trapped...if you let them in and we can't stop them...where will we go?"
[Roll]: Typheous rolled Arete (2d10): 7, 6 ** 2 successes (diff 5) **
[OOC] You say, "Warning. We have a guest playing Nomin tonight, so if Nomin is involved in a page, page him, too."
Plax pages: "nomin with Rade, Typheous, Psyche, and Tsharing. They're breaking down the wall downstairs."
[OOC] Rade blinks.
[OOC] Nomin waves
[OOC] Rade says, "well hi there"
[OOC] You say, "Somone forget how to multipage?"
[OOC] Eclipse grins.
Typheous pages: "6 success, unless teh scourge thing screw me up. 1 to effect (+2 damage) 2 to target both of them and 3 into duration."
[OOC] Plax says, "It's page name name with blah blah."
Plax pages: "nomin =Rade, Typheous, Psyche, and Tsharing. They're breaking down the wall downstairs."
Psyche snaps at Rade, without turning away from the doors. "We're only fucking trapped if you fucking well give up, so quit whining and start thinking."
[OOC] Nomin says, "You need a = in"
[OOC] Plax says, "Except it isn't working. *growl*"
[OOC] Psyche says, "mp name name = blah"
Plax pages (to Eclipse, Nomin): "Rade, Typheous, Psyche, and Tsharing. They're breaking down the wall downstairs."
[OOC] Plax nods. Thanks (is used to page/mp being the same but adding a name).
Typheous makes several quick flips of his rapier, looking in the direction of the mess hall. He slows to a stop. "That should help us some, if we have to fight them."
Rade shivers, saying quietly. "I am...they're not right...we should keep them out no matter what."
(remotely to Plax, Eclipse) Nomin nods, "Alex is hurt badly, Vance and Gadrielle are also up here.
Tsharing says, "At the expense of your own mobility, I could provide resistance to their attacks."
Psyche says, "Then what do you propose we do?"
Tsharing pages: "Renewing sonic burst attack."
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Arete (2d10): 4, 10 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Arete (2d10): 3, 5 ** 1 success (diff 4) **
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Arete (2d10): 2, 3 ** 0 successes (diff 4) **
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Arete (2d10): 1, 5 ** 0 successes (diff 4) **
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Arete (2d10): 4, 8 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
Tsharing pages: "1 duration, 4 effect."
Psyche practically bites off the words.
You say, "More plaster falls off the wall and there is the distinctive sound of wood splintering."
(remotely to Nomin, Eclipse) Plax nods. "Okay. You guys have weapons? If you can, stay up here. I'll go down and act as a bowman and let the others you're here. We'll retreat up if there's a problem".
Nomin pages (to Plax, Eclipse): "ooc Do I have any weapons?"
Typheous frowns at the door. "Get behind me, just in case..." He starts to move himself between the party and the door.
Tsharing begins to make that faint buzzing sound again. "I would suggest we take the initiative and attack."
Nomin has received your page: "Just a dagger."
Rade stares at the spot where they're breaking through, "Make it so they can't get through."
(remotely to Plax, Eclipse) Nomin pulls out his dagger, "Just this for me. Vance might still have his sowrd.
Tsharing says, "If I do that, they will simply get in somewhere else. I cannot make the entire building resistant."
You say, "There are some shouts in the Fae's strange language within the mess hall. The wolf thing snarls a reply."
Psyche draws the loaner-sai and moves behind Typheous, ready for any inevitability. "And just slowly wall ourselves in and wear ourselves down? We're not that strong."
Plax pages (to Nomin, Eclipse): "Okay. I'm going down. You guys form what protection up here you can. We'll probably be up soon. *heads back down*"
Typheous studies the door, looking for a way to make an attack before they can get through it, and readying his weapons in case they break through.
(remotely to Plax, Eclipse) Nomin nods and starts loojking for tbale sand couches to use as baracades.
Plax flies back down the stairs, bow drawn and ready. "Nomin, Alex, Vance, and Gabriel are up there. Alex is hurt badly. They're forming defenses up there. We can retreat there if we've a problem". He hovers above, ready to fire his bow at point blank.
You say, "With a snarl, the thumping stops."
[OOC] Plax says, "Gadrielle, not Gabriel. *baps self*"
[OOC] Tsharing says, "And now into Aliens. Someone check the air vents."
Psyche . o O ( Fucking great. Of all the people. )
(remotely) Nomin barracades windows as well if there is enough material and if it would occure to him.
Typheous nods, watching the door carefully. . o O ( What the hell are they doing in there.... Damn it, why did Alex have to get himself hurt. )
Nomin has received your page: "There are plenty of bunks."
Plax says, "They don't have much for weapons. Nomin his dagger, he said Vance might have his sword."
Psyche pages: "Is my tac map down, then?"
(remotely) Psyche forgets if end of last night was end of scene.
(remotely) Nomin uses them to barracade the stair well and what ever windows he can the her drags Alex to a corner and tries what he can to tend his wounds.
Psyche has received your page: "It was the end of the scene, yes."
Nomin pages: "ooc How am I doing?"
(remotely) Psyche nods. Do I have time to renew it if I start now?
Typheous frowns. "Let's hope things don't get that far." (OOC Any way to strike them through the doors?)
Tsharing says, "Are they under attack? If not, I suggest someone go and get the uninjured."
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Cor2 / For2 would do it."
Nomin has received your page: "You are about halfway done with the second floor when you hear glass breaking down the hall from you."
[OOC] Plax curses his lack of Corr.
Psyche has received your page: "Yes."
[OOC] Typheous needs 1 more...
Plax says, "Not under attack to my knowledge, but they can offer a fallback position upstairs if things get bad here."
Nomin yells from upstairs, "Their coming in through up here!
Plax curses. "Nevermind..."
Psyche sketches quickly in the air. "Where are they?" she murmurs...
Typheous's face becomes a snarl. "Damn... Let's go!" He starts up the stairs.
(remotely) Nomin opens up the stair well barracade and goes back to covering Alex
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (2d10): 7, 8 ** 2 successes (diff 3) **
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (2d10): 8, 7 ** 2 successes (diff 3) **
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (2d10): 3, 5 ** 2 successes (diff 3) **
Nomin has received your page: "There is a howl in one of the dorm rooms from which the breaking glass sound came."
Plax nods. "We fight together, all at once". He flies up the stairs.
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (2d10): 3, 2 ** 1 success (diff 3) **
Psyche pages: "1 to effect, 3 to range, 3 to duration"
Tsharing goes up.
Rade's shoulders shake, shivering, she reaches out a hand for her wolf and stares up the stairs. "Halda...."
Psyche has received your page: "The wolf and the antman are in the room upstairs, having climbed in using a ladder."
Nomin looks up fromt eh corner where he is guarding ALex and points with his dager, "In there
You say, "Halda follows."
Psyche calls out as she climbs the stairs, "Same two that were downstairs are up here now!"
Nomin is behind some overturned bunks
You say, "The knob turns."
Typheous looks where Nomin is pointing, blades drawn, ready to jump whoever opens the door
Psyche . o O ( There...and there. *indicating from her mental map* )
You say, "A hole opens suddenly in the wall between the foyer and the mess hall, revealing an empty mess hall."
[OOC] Rade blinks
Nomin pages: "What's Nomin's paradogm?"
[OOC] Typheous says, "Downstairs?"
[OOC] Rade says, "downstairs? or upstairs?"
[OOC] Psyche says, "Don't think anyone is still downstairs"
Nomin has received your page: "Druana, especially focused on the idea that "the spirits do the work for him" even when Spirit is not involved."
[OOC] Rade is, techincally
(remotely) Nomin nods,
You say, "The door to the dorm room opens."
Nomin pages: "So to hit soemthing with a prime bolt he would ask the sprirt to smite his foe?"
Plax looks to see if it's friend, foe, or Vance.
[OOC] You say, "The mess hall is downstairs. The dorm room is upstairs."
Typheous moves to strike, but holds a split second to make sure it's the Fae and not a foe.
[OOC] Typheous says, "Not a friend, rather"
[OOC] Plax says, "Friend: Don't shoot. Foe: Shoot. Vance: Shoot later."
[OOC] Typheous says, "Good plan"
[OOC] Nomin says, "I am so glad I didn't choice to do Vance"
You say, "The room is empty, there is a pool of blood around the door and a hole in the wall between this room and the next."
Rade pages: "so I see the hole in the wall into the messhall downstairs....right? "
Psyche has received your page: "The Fae upstairs have opened a hole between two of the rooms and have gone into the next room."
Rade has received your page: "Yes."
Plax pages: "Can I use Forces 1/Life 1 to do a spectrum scan to look for inviso-fiends?"
Rade pages: "sorry, my mental map is all fuddled"
(remotely) Psyche nods. Vance and Gadrielle? They on the map?
Typheous waits studying the room carefully from outside. "What the..."
Rade blinks in shock at the hole, peering out through it, creeping toward it to look fully through. Her voice calls out softly, not loud enough to carry. "Guys....?"
Psyche snaps out, "They're in the next room. They opened the hole. LEt's go." . o ( There. )
Psyche has received your page: "Gadrielle is standing watch over Alex. Vance is...nowhere to be found."
Typheous heads in, blades ready of anyone/thing jumping him.
(remotely) Psyche nods. So Gadrielle and Nomin are in here with us and Alex, right?
Psyche has received your page: "Yes."
Psyche pages: "And Vance isn't on the map?"
You say, "The wolf thing opens the door just as you arrive. Roll init."
Psyche has received your page: "Correct."
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Initiative (4d10): 9, 4, 2, 8 ** 3 successes (diff 4) **
[Roll]: Plax rolled Initiative (5d10): 3, 7, 5, 6, 1 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
Psyche . o O ( *faint bewilderment* That sonofabitch...where's Vance? I can't see him? )
Nomin pages: "Anything in particular I should do rather tehn cover and tend to Alex?"
[Roll]: Typheous rolled Initiative (4d10): 1, 8, 1, 8 ** 0 successes (diff 4) **
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Initiative (4d10): 10, 6, 7, 8 ** 4 successes (diff 4) **
[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (5d10): 4, 9, 6, 2, 2 ** 3 successes (diff 4) **
[OOC] Plax says, "We are not together today."
[OOC] Typheous is slow today....
Nomin pages: "Do I need to roll init?"
Nomin has received your page: "Make sure nothing bad happens to Rade. Roll init on 6 dice"
[Roll]: Nomin rolled dice (6d10): 5, 2, 10, 3, 9, 2 No diff given.
[OOC] Nomin says, "3"
[OOC] Psyche says, "3 for me too."
[OOC] You say, "Rade? Init?"
[OOC] Rade thought she was downstairs.
[OOC] You say, "Ah yes..."
Eclipse [to Tsharing]: Go.
[OOC] Rade is staring out the hole to the messhall, and going through if it looks safe enough.
Tsharing steps forward from the side, and strikes at the wolf thing.
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Dexterity (4) and Brawl (0) (4d10): 2, 7, 2, 6 ** 2 successes (diff 5) **
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Oops."
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Dexterity (4) and Do (1) (5d10): 7, 3, 8, 3, 2 ** 2 successes (diff 5) **
Rade has received your page: "Dina steps through the wall in the mess hall, her body covered in blood. She takes three steps toward you and collapses."
[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (7d10): 3, 7, 7, 7, 6, 6, 4 No diff given.
Eclipse [to Tsharing]: The wolf thing easily parries your attack with its axe.
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Stand still, damnit!"
You say, "It howls and takes a swings at Typheous. (Parry, I trust?)"
[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (7d10): 6, 10, 4, 8, 9, 6, 8 ** 6 successes (diff 6) **
(remotely) Rade stares at her in shock, before rushing ot her side. "Dina! No!! Hold still, i've got you."
[OOC] Typheous says, "yep."
[Roll]: Typheous rolled dice (12d10): 6, 6, 6, 1, 7, 6, 1, 10, 1, 8, 10, 10 ** 6 successes (diff 5) **
[OOC] Plax says, "Mommy..."
Rade pages: "Halda is upstairs too, if she's useful at all."
[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (7d10): 4, 5, 6, 9, 3, 5, 2 ** 2 successes (diff 6) **
[OOC] Typheous says, "Woo! Just barly..."
[OOC] Nomin says, "And he still parries."
[OOC] You say, "And another, dif 7."
[OOC] Typheous says, "6, main gauche"
[OOC] You say, "Er, 6"
[Roll]: Typheous rolled dice (12d10): 3, 8, 8, 3, 6, 8, 10, 4, 6, 3, 9, 1 ** 6 successes (diff 6) **
[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (7d10): 4, 5, 4, 8, 9, 4, 1 No diff given.
[OOC] You say, "And again"
[Roll]: Typheous rolled dice (12d10): 4, 10, 5, 5, 7, 8, 9, 9, 4, 7, 8, 2 ** 7 successes (diff 7) **
[OOC] Plax says, "Hey Eclipse, so I know, am I in Point Blank for my bow?"
[OOC] Typheous doesn't suppose he can get a ripose here.
[OOC] Typheous says, "err, riposte"
[OOC] You say, "If you wish to be, yes."
Eclipse [to Typheous]: Not until your turn.
[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (7d10): 8, 2, 3, 8, 6, 4, 3 No diff given.
[OOC] You say, "and again"
[Roll]: Typheous rolled dice (12d10): 10, 9, 2, 1, 4, 4, 8, 3, 6, 5, 2, 10 ** 3 successes (diff 8) **
[OOC] Typheous crosses fingerts
[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (7d10): 3, 6, 8, 7, 9, 7, 6 ** 6 successes (diff 6) **
[OOC] You say, "And one more time."
[Roll]: Typheous rolled dice (12d10): 5, 3, 3, 10, 6, 4, 9, 1, 1, 2, 9, 2 ** 1 success (diff 9) **
[OOC] Typheous says, "And I die.."
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Baby, hit me one more time...."
[OOC] Nomin says, "Geeze how many attack did he have?"
[OOC] Typheous says, "He goes nuts and gets like 4"
You say, "The wolf thing slams Typheous with its axe, sending the fencer through a wooden wall, his intestines catching on a nail and streaming out behind him. (Incap)"
Eclipse [to Psyche]: Go.
[OOC] Rade says, "Um....ouch"
[OOC] Typheous is glad there's magic here...
[OOC] Plax says, "Magical streaming intestines?"
[OOC] Typheous says, "Something like that... "
[OOC] You say, "Is there a Euthantatos in the house? Er, I mean an Epagan..."
Nomin pages: "And new Action suggestions in light of this event?"
Psyche nearly doubles over when Typheous impacts, gasping in inexplicable pain, and abandoning her guard to run toward him. . o O ( Holy fuck...that hurts.... )
Rade has received your page: "Dina looks up at you. "Rade, is that you?""
Psyche pages: "Don't mind the next roll. I'm testing something."
From Psyche: [Private Roll]: Psyche rolled dice (10d10): 9, 2, 2, 10, 6, 7, 1, 5, 1, 8 No diff given.
From Psyche: [Private Roll]: Psyche rolled Intelligence (4) (4d10): 8, 7, 3, 2 No diff given.
Typheous . o O ( ......ow....... )
[OOC] Psyche says, "CAn I get to him this pass and try to heal?"
Eclipse [to Psyche]: Sure.
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (2d10): 5, 6 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
[OOC] Typheous says, "And I was doing so well with those parries..."
[OOC] Nomin says, "Yah."
(remotely) Rade nods, brushing hair back and looking the woman over, suppressing her fear as best she can. "Yes....It's me...don't move...your hurt."
Psyche barely flinches as she lays her hands on Typheous's arm. "Worked once, it's got to work again. You're not going to fucking leave me in this much pain, you asshole. You're going to fucking get better."
[OOC] Psyche says, "Letting the spell go this round, heals 4 HL."
Psyche has received your page: "It doesn't seem to be working now that he is unconscious. His life signs are weakening."
[OOC] Typheous says, "My guts pull themselves back in? *hopes*"
(remotely) Psyche nods. Okay.
[OOC] Psyche says, "Bugger."
Eclipse [to Plax]: Go.
Plax glares down at the wolf. "Okay ugly, there's already one wolf up here. No room for you". He fires his arrow, hovering in the air.
[Roll]: Plax rolled Dexterity (4) and Archery (4) (8d10): 9, 2, 3, 5, 6, 9, 3, 10 ** 5 successes (diff 4) **
[Roll]: Plax rolled dice (1d10): 3 No diff given.
[OOC] Plax says, "4"
[OOC] Plax says, "5, that is"
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Just stuff them in. If his breakfast comes out his nose tomorrow, you can open him up and try again."
[OOC] Typheous eews
Rade has received your page: "Dina, "Not as hurt as you're going to be, pretty one!" She pulls out a dagger and thrusts it at you."
[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (4d10): 6, 4, 7, 6 ** 3 successes (diff 6) **
Rade pages: "doh :)"
Rade has received your page: "soak lethal 4."
Rade pages: "hah, she's in a prom dress, what soak? :)"
Eclipse [to Plax]: Damage?
[OOC] Plax says, "Dam + 1 to hit? 8 Lethal"
Rade has received your page: "Hey, just thought I'd offer..."
[OOC] Typheous says, "And it's +2 unsoakable bashing from y earlier rote..."
[OOC] Typheous says, "Although that's overkill..."
(remotely) Rade grins
(remotely) Rade falls back away from Dina with a scream. "No!....Your....your not....!
You say, "The arrow hits it in the eye. It howls once and melts into the air, leaving the axe behind and revealing the antman leaping out the window."
[OOC] Plax says, "Wolfseye! @#:+)"
You say, "You all hear Rade scream downstairs."
Psyche . o O ( Fuck! )
Rade has received your page: "Halda gives a growling howl of fury and pounces."
Nomin here's that then rushes downstairs from his barracade
[OOC] Plax says, "Nothing else here attacking?"
From Psyche: [Private Roll]: Psyche rolled Intelligence (4) (4d10): 6, 5, 3, (5) [Injury penalty: -1] No diff given.
[OOC] Nomin says, "Er hears"
[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (7d10): 8, 7, 5, 1, 10, 1, 8 ** 2 successes (diff 6) **
[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (7d10): 1, 9, 7, 10, 2, 6, 6 ** 4 successes (diff 6) **
[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (7d10): 4, 3, 1, 8, 5, 3, 9 ** 1 success (diff 6) **
[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (7d10): 3, 2, 10, 6, 2, 2, 8 ** 3 successes (diff 6) **
Plax pages: "Isn't there a hole leading down to where Rade is now?"
Rade has received your page: "Halda leaps on the Dina creature and rips it apart, sending too-blue blood flying everywhere."
Plax has received your page: "No. Two holes on two different floors."
Rade has received your page: "It screams once and then fades away."
Plax pages: "Nothing else up here now?"
[OOC] You say, "Nothing up here, at the moment."
Plax flies downstairs, arrow ready.
Tsharing goes right back down.
Rade has received your page: "(pose the situation for the class, sir)"
Typheous bleeds
[OOC] You say, "Speaking of which, Psyche, what are you up to?"
Psyche tries to patch Typheous together and keep him from dying. . o O ( If it hurts this fucking much for him to be hurt.... )
[OOC] Psyche says, "MEdicine 4"
Eclipse [to Psyche]: Roll it, dif 6
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Medicine (4) (4d10): 1, 7, 4, (9) [Injury penalty: -1] ** 0 successes (diff 6) **
[OOC] Psyche says, "Ack, meant to put a WP to ignore injurty"
Rade is lying on the floor a few feet a way from a Halda covere d in (blue was it?) blood, holding a hand over a dagger wound.
[OOC] Nomin says, "ANd I think you forgot int"
[OOC] Psyche did.
[OOC] You say, "Just reroll the whole thing."
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Initiative (4d10): 1, 5, 9, 5 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Intelligence (4) and Medicine (4) (8d10): 5, 4, 1, 7, 6, 7, 10, (9) [Injury penalty: -1] [Spent 1 WP for a success] ** 4 successes (diff 6) **
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Oops."
[OOC] Psyche says, "And 4 succ it is."
Nomin syas "Rade!" and rushes to here.
You say, "Psyche manages to stuff Typheous like a turkey, but he is still unconscious."
[OOC] Typheous sighs.....
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Well, that took some guts...."
[OOC] Rade facepalms
Plax pages: "Forces/Life spectrum scan (1's I believe). Looking to see if we've got invisible company."
[OOC] Nomin says, "He almost lost he stomache for that fight."
[Roll]: Plax rolled Arete (2d10): 6, 6 [Spent 1 WP for a success] ** 3 successes (diff 5) **
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Someone had to. Or how about "I've got to admire your guts.""
[OOC] Typheous says, "And here I thought I would be a decent fighter...."
Plax slightly cuts his claw while looking at his ring. "Anyone here?" he mutters.
Plax has received your page: "You hadn't noticed it before, but you found the invisible creature with the bow. It's downstairs, taking aim at you. Roll init."
Nomin pages: "Do I have medicine?"
[Roll]: Plax rolled Initiative (5d10): 9, 8, 7, 8, 9 ** 5 successes (diff 4) **
Nomin has received your page: "Yes. 3 dots."
[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (5d10): 10, 5, 3, 3, 6 ** 3 successes (diff 4) **
Eclipse [to Plax]: Act.
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Are we still on initiative?"
Plax fires an arrow at something, growling, "Invisible bowman!"
[OOC] You say, "No. Special situation in which Plax is involved."
Nomin starts tending to Rade's wounds if Halda lets him
[OOC] Plax says, "Am I on P.Blank?"
[Roll]: Nomin rolled dice (7d10): 9, 8, 10, 1, 7, 3, 9 ** 4 successes (diff 6) **
[OOC] You say, "Hell yeah."
[Roll]: Plax rolled Dexterity (4) and Archery (4) (8d10): 7, 10, 1, 3, 7, 4, 3, 6 [Spent 1 WP for a success] ** 5 successes (diff 4) **
Psyche checks on Alex, grudgingly, once Typheous is no longer certainly going to die.
[Roll]: Plax rolled dice (1d10): 5 No diff given.
[OOC] Plax says, "6 succ"
Tsharing pages: "Increasing aural perception to 5 to better my life sense. 3 effect, 1 duration, 1 target."
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Arete (2d10): 5, 5 ** 2 successes (diff 3) **
Rade lies there, blood beginning to soak her nice, pretty dress.
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Arete (2d10): 9, 9 ** 2 successes (diff 3) **
Plax has received your page: "The creature fires anyway. Dodge?"
Tsharing pages: "Got it, ignoring the 1 for target. Does my Perception 5 tell me if anything's nearby?"
[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (6d10): 3, 10, 7, 4, 5, 2 ** 2 successes (diff 6) **
[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (1d10): 6 No diff given.
Plax pages: "(I still get my full attack poll, yes? Of course dodge if so)"
[Roll]: Plax rolled Dexterity (4) and Dodge (3) (7d10): 10, 9, 6, 6, 7, 3, 6 [Spent 1 WP for a success] ** 7 successes (diff 6) **
Plax has received your page: "This is the auto dodge. You saw the attack coming, after all."
Nomin rips his own tunic for badnages and covers Rades body with his own.
[OOC] Plax says, "I. Am. NEO!"
[OOC] You say, "That was distrubing."
[OOC] Typheous says, "I was until I had that diff 9 roll."
Tsharing listens out for any sign of activity nearby.
[OOC] Plax says, "Did I hit him with my shot Eclipse?"
Nomin wrapes Rades wounds witht he torn shirt pieces.
Plax steps to the side as he fires his bow, letting an arrow fly past him that seems to appear out of nowhere.
[OOC] Psyche says, "How's Alex, Eclipse?"
[OOC] Rade blinks.
You say, "Plax fires an arrow at the thin air just as the thin air fires an arrow at him. Plax does the limbo under the arrow, but the thin air is not so lucky. You hear a muffled curse and a humanoid creature with rosy cheeks appears with an arrow in its chest for just a moment before it fades into thin air."
Nomin uses Life one to check to see she has any other injures, asking the spirit how badly she is injured
[Roll]: Nomin rolled dice (2d10): 7, 10 No diff given.
[OOC] You say, "Alex is in slightly better shape than Typheous. His injuries have been stitched closed."
[OOC] Tsharing says, "I'm confused. Who's where?"
[OOC] Typheous chuckles...
Nomin is where Rade is, Psyche and Typhoeus are upstair as is Alex and two other poeple.
[OOC] You say, "Okay, folks, location recap. Psyche and Typheous are in a random dorm room on the second floor. Alex is in another dorm room nearby. Gadrielle is just now examining the devastation upstairs. The rest of the group is in the mess hall downstairs."
Plax nods. "Thanks for the loaner eyes, Eagle," he says, guarding the group. "We've still got that antman left. Fled out the window".
Tsharing says, "Is it necessary? He has alread fled."
Psyche returns to Typheous, just in case Gadrielle thinks it'd be a good time to get friendly, and continues keeping an eye on him. . o O ( Ow.... )
Rade shivers, coughing softly as Nomin bandages the would. "O...ouch...." She blinks, "Careful Nomin..."
Plax says, "That's who we've got to guard against. I'd let him run off into the night myself."
Nomin starts working more gently, "Youa re going to be alright.
Plax says, "We started out with 5. Two were beat earlier. One by Halda and the other by us. We've got two more down here, that means the antman should be the last one left."
Antman(outside), "Join us, Tsharing. Be our empress, and we will spare your friends from the fate they deserve."
[OOC] Psyche facepalms.
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Was that to everyone?"
[OOC] You say, "Everyone downstairs heard that, yes."
Tsharing says, "On the other hand, maybe he should be hunted down and killed."
Plax looks at Tsharing. "Empress? What's this thing talking about?"
Plax says, "That'll work."
Nomin finishes bandgeing Rade and looks up at Tsharing curiously
You say, "From the room upstairs where the wolf thing broke in, Gadrielle screams."
Rade coughs again softly, gingerly making her way to her feet. "The one here looked like Dina...they're all crazy..."
Tsharing says, "There will be time to explain later. I have no intention of accepting, that is all you need to know for now."
Plax looks to the stairs. "Looks like he jumped back up. Glad I don't have to run". He flies back up the stairs.
Psyche mutters "Fuck!" and heads for the scream. .o O ( Dohn't you die on me, )
Antman, "The first company of our army has arrived. Legions will follow. What force can stand against us, Empress?"
Nomin helps Rade to her feet and lets her brace herself on him.
Tsharing has lost her link.
[OOC] Plax says, "She'll run away?"
Tsharing has connected.
Tsharing goes up.
Plax and Psyche have received your page: "Gadrielle is in the room, facing the back side of the door where the pool of blood is, screaming and crying at what she sees there."
[OOC] Nomin says, "I get it the ants were spys."
Plax pages (to Psyche, Eclipse): "(What do we see?>"
Antman, "The first company of our army has arrived. Legions will follow. What force can stand against us, Empress?" (repost)
Typheous . o O ( ......ow....... )
(remotely to Psyche, Eclipse) Plax looks at Gadrielle. "What is it?" He looks for the cause of crying.
Psyche and Plax have received your page: "Vance has been nailed to the door by his neck with his main gauche. His rapier has been thrust through both his ears (and the intervening head) and tied in a bow over his head. His right hand is lying on the lower bunk."
Rade staggers slightly, trying to lean away from Nomin after a moment. "We should....should go."
(remotely to Eclipse, Plax) Psyche flinches at that. "Holy fuck."
Psyche pages (to Eclipse, Typheous): ".. o O ( Oh gods...holy fucking....Vance.... )"
Plax pages: "psyche =:looks around (my eagle eyes picking up anything invisible, Eclipse?>"
Nomin steadies Rade and lets her lean away.
(remotely to Eclipse, Psyche) Plax looks around (my eagle eyes picking up anything invisible, Eclipse?>
Plax has received your page: "Nope."
Plax pages: "Any windows?"
Psyche has received your page: "The room is otherwise empty."
(remotely to Eclipse, Plax) Psyche moves over to Gadrielle and slaps her. "Get out of here."
Plax has received your page: "This was the room the fae broke into in the first place."
Psyche pages: "I'm assuming she doesn't try to dodge."
(remotely to Psyche, Eclipse) Typheous just listens in, I assume, since I'm not really aware.
(remotely to Psyche, Eclipse) Plax sets an arrow. "Down to the others. Now". He'll hover behind them, ready to shoot anything that comes near and isn't supposed to be here.
Tsharing says, "What is the plan?"
Plax and Psyche have received your page: "Gadrielle's eyes turn to flames, "How dare you fucking slap me, you bitch!" She charges forward, hands grappling for Psyche's hair."
[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (6d10): 7, 9, 2, 3, 4, 4 ** 2 successes (diff 7) **
Psyche has received your page: "Parry or dodge?"
Psyche pages: "Dodge."
From Psyche: [Private Roll]: Psyche rolled Dexterity (3) and Dodge (2) (5d10): 10, 8, 3, 10, (1) [Injury penalty: -1] ** 3 successes (diff 6) **
Psyche pages: "3 suc"
Antman, "I know you can hear me, Tsharing. Do not force us to use harsher methods."
Psyche and Plax have received your page: "Psyche manages to evade Gadrielle, and both women are now in the hall outside of the room."
Rade says softly. "We need to get together..."
Nomin nods.
(remotely to Eclipse, Plax) Psyche dodges. "Because you're being fucking useless! This isn't hte fucking time for this! Get Alex and get downstairs with everyone else."
Tsharing says, "Please leave. You cannot win here."
(remotely to Psyche, Eclipse) Plax growls. "Downstairs. Now. Or I carry you both down. We can't do anything here". He starts for the stairs, attempting to grab and carry anyone being uncooperative.
Psyche and Plax have received your page: "Gadrielle obeys in a pout. (what about Typheous and Alex?)"
Plax pages: "pysche =:will carry those two carefully in his claws. Don't need those to fire a bow."
(remotely to Eclipse, Plax) Psyche is already heading for where Typheous is, unless stopped by someone else. (Intent is to haul him downstairs without hurting him more. I take it Gadrielle ignored my words about Alex?)
Antman, "Oh, but I think we can."
(remotely) Plax will carry those two carefully in his claws. Don't need those to fire a bow.
(remotely to Eclipse, Psyche) Plax will carry those two carefully in his claws. Don't need those to fire a bow.
[OOC] Plax needs to learn how to type...
(remotely to Eclipse, Plax) Psyche isn't going to be very cooperative about anyone but her touching Typheous, in his state. Str 3 should be able to handle him, I think.
Psyche and Plax have received your page: "Alex is tied to a stretcher and appears to be suffering from a high fever and several poorly stitched wounds."
Rade staggers slightly, sighing softly. "What do they want with us?"
Tsharing says, "Our mentors are on their way already."
(remotely to Eclipse, Plax) Psyche "Plax, you carry Alex. I'll get Typheous."
(remotely to Psyche, Eclipse) Plax looks at Alex. "Let's get them downstairs. See what you can do about Alex there; I don't know anything about medicine". He takes Alex and nods.
Antman, "Your mentors are dead. All who will not serve us in life will be assimilated in death.
Nomin getly helps steading Rade.
[OOC] Plax says, "Okay. Antman dies now."
Psyche pages (to Eclipse, Plax): "(Okay, we're heading downstairs)"
"(pose" is not the name of any player.
"it)" is not the name of any player.
*** No message sent! ***
Psyche and Plax have received your page: "(pose it)"
[OOC] Typheous hopes he's bluffing. I need someone with Life 3
[OOC] Rade blinks. "Wait...no...formians...you evil, evil man."
Typheous has received your page: "You are now conscious enough to talk and observe, but DAMN does it hurt. Psyche is carrying you."
Psyche has received your page: "Typheous is slightly conscious, now."
Tsharing sighs. "If you want me to come out alone, to spare the others, I will. But tell me which one you represent first."
Psyche comes down the stairs, face pinched and looking both pained and nauseated, but carrying an unconscious and semi-patched Typheous in a fireman's carry. . o O ( Can you hear me? Godsdamnit...can you hear me? )
Typheous winces, murmuring something like a curse. . o O ( Yes, I can fucking hear you....)
Plax follows, carrying Alex gently in his claws. Alex is on a stretcher, tied down.
Psyche sets Typheous down as best she can, on the floor, and kneels beside him. . o O ( I tried healing you...but you were unconscious....maybe it was just a fluke...going to try again. )
Antman, "I am the emissary of the Formican Pooka. You once led your people to greatness. We seek your leadership. Make us great."
Rade shivers, leaning against Nomin carefully. She looks at Tsharing with worried eyes. "Don't go out there..."
Psyche pages: "Trying another heal self on him now that he's awake."
(to Psyche) Eclipse nods.
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (2d10): 10, (3) [Injury penalty: -1] ** 1 success (diff 4) **
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (2d10): 8, (5) [Injury penalty: -1] ** 1 success (diff 4) **
Tsharing pages: "Does my Perception 5 life sense tell me approximately how many are out there?"
Typheous's face is a study in pain. . o O ( Dammit... and it had been going so well... )
[OOC] Psyche says, "No injury on that, so 2, not 1 there."
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (2d10): 7, (10) [Injury penalty: -1] ** 1 success (diff 4) **
Plax looks around. "Okay. This is what we've got left. I'm not giving this up without some sort of fight. I say we go deal with this emissary".
Tsharing has received your page: "Just one. If there are "others" out there, they are illusions."
Tsharing says, "You are lying and you are alone. You represent nobody I need fear and you have little time left to flee."
Psyche mutters to herself. "Don't know how it worked the last time...but maybe if I try it again...concentrate, Psyche. Don't think about it not making sense. You can work it out later...." She rests her hands on Typheous's gapingly wounded abdomen, flinching, breath catching, and closes her eyes, concentrating. "And the cells knit back together...but faster...." And releases.
[OOC] Psyche says, "Total of 5 succ. If you'll let it work this time."
Antman, "We have lived for millennia unnoticed by mortals. Just because you cannot see our army, does not mean it does not exist. We have learned to hide ourselves from mortal sight.
Psyche has received your page: "It works, this time."
Tsharing ignores the ant and attempts to help the wounded.
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Past Lives (5) (5d10): 4, 4, 3, 10, 4 ** 1 success (diff 8) **
Plax pages: "I don't suppose Eagle Eyes is picking any 'army' up, is it?"
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Well, I have Medicine 1 now if anyone needs an assistany."
Rade glances around at the people in the room. "So...what do we do now?"
Plax has received your page: "The army is a bluff or it's REALLY good at hiding."
Nomin helps the wound that need it as well as helping Rade.
Plax says, "That's very clever of you. A shame I'm not using mortal sight, liar."
Typheous gasps loudly as his wounds close. . o O ( Ahhhh..... )
Antman, "Very well, but do not tell me we never gave you a chance."
Tsharing says, "There is only one being out there. A pooka."
Plax sets his bow. "Then we deal with the pooka and be done with it".
[OOC] You say, "Everyone roll me a Per + Alerness, dif 6 (scent-based)"
[Roll]: Plax rolled Perception (3) and Alertness (3) (6d10): 8, 1, 2, 8, 10, 1 ** 1 success (diff 6) **
Psyche staggers back from Typheous, falling back against a wall and gasping for air. . o O ( I think I'm going to be sick... )
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Perception (3) and Alertness (1) (4d10): 7, 7, 8, (10) [Injury penalty: -1] ** 3 successes (diff 6) **
[Roll]: Typheous rolled Perception (3) and Alertness (2) (5d10): 9, 2, 7, 8, 1 No diff given.
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Perception (2) (2d10): 7, 5 No diff given.
[OOC] Tsharing says, "1"
[OOC] Plax says, "12"
[OOC] Typheous says, "2"
[OOC] Plax says, "1"
[OOC] Psyche says, "3"
!!! A checkpoint has begun. During the next few minutes, you will experience slow response time (AKA lag). Be patient, grasshopper.
!!! The checkpoint has finished. After a suspenseful 2 seconds, the world is saved once more.
[OOC] Rade says, "hang on"
Typheous . o O ( Damn that hurt.... how? ... later.... )
[OOC] Tsharing says, "12? You enter the Total PErspective Vortex and your head explodes."
You say, "Everyone smells a hint of smoke."
[OOC] Plax says, "Damnit, who let Scannercops in here?"
Psyche . o O ( Don't you fucking die on me. Don't you ever fucking come that close again - what's that? )
Psyche has received your page: "It's coming from the mess hall."
Nomin has lost his link.
[Roll]: Rade rolled Perception (2) and aleartness (0) (2d10): 1, 6 ** 0 successes (diff 4) **
[OOC] Rade says, "finally"
Plax pages: "Forces 1, looking for any changes in heat and where abouts they are."
[OOC] You say, "Well, I guess Rade doesn't..."
[OOC] Rade says, "hrm"
Tsharing says, "Smoke."
[OOC] Rade says, "hang on"
[Roll]: Plax rolled Arete (2d10): 10, 8 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
[Roll]: Rade rolled Alertness (2) (2d10): 6, 10 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
Typheous curses again as he starts to stand up. "Smoke..." . o O ( I think I've had enough of making a fool of myself.... You'll hav eme in plate mail before too long _
Plax has received your page: "Mess hall is on fire."
[OOC] Rade says, "2 :)"
Nomin has connected.
Plax says, "The mess hall is on fire. Let's get out."
[OOC] Typheous says, "Are my swords with me?"
Nomin helps Rade out of there.
Plax grabs Alex in his claws and flies out.
Antman, "Yes, come out, children, so we can devour you.
Psyche mutters "Fucking great." She shakes her head, trying to clear it, and heads out behind Plax, drawing hte sai.
[OOC] You say, "Who can tell me what kind of dreams spawn the Unseelie?"
[OOC] Typheous says, "Bad ones?"
Eclipse [to Typheous]: They're still upstairs.
[OOC] Plax says, "Ones involving Barney and Whipped Cream?"
Typheous curses. "My blades...." HE sprints up the stairs.
Rade lets Nomin help, though she moves slowly, making sure her wolf keeps up.
Tsharing says, "I will deal with the fae."
Tsharing invokes the Constricting Serpent.
Typheous has received your page: "As soon as you pick up your blades, flames begin to lick the end of the hallway, rapidly spreading toward you."
Tsharing pages: "2 way kinetic shield on the antman, sound-targeted. 1 target, 1 duration, 3 effect to immobilise him?"
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Arete (2d10): 4, 3 ** 1 success (diff 4) **
Rahab shouts an OOC message to all connected users: "You can now put spaces around the + in the roll :)"
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Arete (2d10): 10, 1 ** 0 successes (diff 4) **
*** Scourge die is a 1: Backlash Triggered. Player Scourge reduced from 0 to 0. Mitigating circumstances: None. ***
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Arete (2d10): 7, 5 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
Typheous pages: "Umm... Forces 2, can I stop/slow them? Or could I use it to slow my fall when jumping out the window?"
Tsharing has received your page: "Should."
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Arete (2d10): 9, 10 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Arete (2d10): 3, 10 ** 1 success (diff 4) **
Typheous has received your page: "Yes to both."
Tsharing pages: "4 effect."
Psyche . o O ( Typheous....Vance....is up there....dead.... )
Tsharing helps to get people out.
You say, "The antman is suddenly silent."
Psyche turns and darts after Typheous
Tsharing says, "He should be immobile."
Typheous . o O ( Dead? You sure? )
[OOC] Rade says, "woot!"
Typheous begins a series of fenching forms, concentrateing on the flames. (Trying to put them out)
[OOC] Typheous says, "Forces 2, diff 5 - 1 for focus?"
Plax nods. "We finish him if we see him then".
Psyche . o O ( Unless you think he can suvive a fucking rapier through his head and a main-gauche in his throat.... )
Tsharing says, "Physical attacks will be ineffective."
[OOC] You say, "+1 for non-rote, yes? So 5?"
[OOC] Tsharing says, "It's just a flesh wound!"
[OOC] Typheous says, "Unless concentration helps..."
[OOC] You say, "Not for non-rotes"
Plax says, "Well, that rules most of my attacks out."
[Roll]: Typheous rolled Arete (2d10): 7, 1 ** 0 successes (diff 5) **
[Roll]: Typheous rolled Arete (2d10): 5, 4 ** 1 success (diff 5) **
[Roll]: Typheous rolled Arete (2d10): 6, 3 ** 1 success (diff 5) **
[Roll]: Typheous rolled Arete (2d10): 2, 3 ** 0 successes (diff 5) **
[OOC] Typheous doesn't think he can get more than that, or can I keep going? (ie, how close is the fire?)
[OOC] Tsharing says, "How many people are there to get out?"
[OOC] Plax says, "I think Alex is the only injured one, and I've got him."
[OOC] Typheous says, "Um, me and Psyche.... and Vance's body..."
Psyche keeps an eye on the fire and the fencer, just in case he manages to get almost killed any more.
Eclipse [to Typheous]: The fire is slowed, but not stopped, and the hall is filling with smoke.
[OOC] Rade says, "I'm injured, so is the wolf, but we're mobile :)"
[OOC] Plax says, "Injured and immobile I should say."
Typheous frowns, turning to Psyche. "Let's get out of here, unless anyone else is in here..."
Tsharing gets out.
Plax has been getting out, carrying Alex.
Psyche jerks her head toward the door. "Just Vance's body. No need to worry about that."
You say, "The giant ant is standing a few yards from the door like some statue at a natural history museum."
Nomin is helping Rade out of the Messhall
Tsharing says, "Shall I destroy it?"
Typheous nods, and heads out the door. . o O ( Dammit, why he'd have to go and die... )
Plax says, "Please do"
Tsharing's crown seems to glow with an inner light, and the ant's essence is dispersed.
Tsharing pages: "= Spirit 2, damaging."
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Arete (2d10): 5, 8 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
Psyche pages: "Okay, I'm going to do a journal entry in an imagined space between the dance and getting called away, or I'll have to rewrite everything I did. :P"
(to Tsharing) Eclipse nods
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Arete (2d10): 5, 9 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Arete (2d10): 1, 9 ** 0 successes (diff 4) **
*** Scourge die is a 1: Backlash Triggered. Player Scourge reduced from 0 to 0. Mitigating circumstances: None. ***
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Arete (2d10): 10, 9 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
Tsharing pages: "1 target, 5 effect. 10 damage."
[OOC] Rade says, "wow, it just stands there and takes that? :)"
[OOC] Typheous says, "It is held by her other spell."
[OOC] Plax says, "Does it have a choice?"
You say, "The ant's voice calls out one last time, 'Resistance is futile!' and then fades away."
Psyche follows Typheous out. . o O ( Probably better in the end. )
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Forces 2 is probably the best Level 2 Sphere there is."
[OOC] Rade says, "ah, yes, right"
Tsharing says, "Is everyone out?"
Typheous sheathes his blades, turning to look to the burning building. "Everyone alive...." . o O (Anyone else I know die while I was out?)
Psyche raises her voice to carry. "Left Vance's body behind." . o O ( Just you, almost. Shit. )
Nomin says, "Galdrelle was still upstiars, I don't know if she got out."
Plax says, "She came with Pysche and I when we brought Typheous and Alex down."
[OOC] Psyche says, "Gadrielle should've come downstairs just before we did...."
Plax sets Alex and his stretcher down.
Rade looks up at the burning building. "Did she...?"
[OOC] Psyche pokes the ST for forgetting to let the rest of the players know that.
[OOC] Plax joins in the ST Poking.
Tsharing says, "Shall I go back and look for her? I can make myself immune to heat."
You say, "In the east, the sky is just beginning to grey with the light of predawn. Behind you, Gilsur Hall burns with many of your worldly possessions. Gadrielle sits on the grass, crying. Alex twitches in his fever sleep."
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Ah."
[OOC] Psyche says, "Hold on, all....Gadrielle came down, and you should have seen her come down, so."
[OOC] Nomin says, "Recon that"
[OOC] You say, "Sorry for not posting her descent down the stairs earlier."
Psyche pads over to Alex's side and takes advantage of the lull to examine him more closely. (Medicine 4 - anything I can do?)
[OOC] Rade says, "ah, retcons her's then"
Typheous looks to Pscyhe his face showing hints of confusion amidst its frown that's been there since the fighting began. . o O ( Why the hell did they attack... and what do you care if I die? I'd be out of your head. )
Rade sinks to her knees once she's a safe distance away, fighting tears.
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Medicine (4), Intelligence (4), and diff (0) (8d10): 3, 9, 6, 1, 10, 2, 1, (5) [Injury penalty: -1] ** 1 success (diff 6) **
Plax looks around. "Should I fly up and see if I can spot anyone else whose still alive?"
Psyche has received your page: "You'd need access to herbs or other medical facilities to help the wonded much more."
Tsharing sits down, looking deep in thought.
[OOC] Psyche chuckles at the mess she made of code now :P
(remotely) Psyche noodles.
Rade wraps her arms around herself, all bloody and mused. "Maybe...if you think it'll help."
Psyche, just to test, tries healing Alex.
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (2d10): 3, (1) [Injury penalty: -1] ** 0 successes (diff 4) **
*** Scourge die is a 1: Backlash Triggered. Player Scourge reduced from 0 to 0. Mitigating circumstances: None. ***
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (2d10): 2, (1) [Injury penalty: -1] ** 0 successes (diff 4) **
*** Scourge die is a 1: Backlash Triggered. Player Scourge reduced from 0 to 0. Mitigating circumstances: None. ***
Typheous walks slowly up behind Gadrielle. "Gadrielle?"
Psyche pages: "Well, the first roll was a botch."
Plax nods and flies upwards, looking for any signs of life of people from the school.
[OOC] Typheous says, "Psyche? That first one's a botch it didnt' catch..."
Nomin tires to helps who ever need medical attention'
[OOC] Psyche nods. I see that.
Eclipse [to Psyche]: It does not appear to have any effect.
Plax pages: "I see anybody over the campus moving around?"
[OOC] Tsharing says, "But the wound penalty wouldn't apply."
[OOC] Typheous says, "I think it's the wound penalty code making it miss the botch, since that die doesn't count because of the penalty."
[OOC] Psyche says, "It was a botch, but appears the ST is letting it go, since the effect wouldn't work anyway. I shouldn't've done the second roll. Yes, yes, I'm working on the code."
Psyche settles back on her heels, glancing over briefly at Typheous and Gadrielle, then heads for an empty spot of grass, flopping down on her knees and closing her eyes. "Fuck...." She shivers. . o O ( I feel sick. )
Plax has received your page: "The school looks like the site of a recent apocalypse. The first-year buildings are the only ones untouched. Lori's hospital has been splattered with blood. Several of the other buildings have been burned. Others have broken windows and forced doors."
Rade shivers, tears finally touching her cheeks, sparkling as she gazes up at the fire. "Not everyone made it...did they?"
Plax lands. "Not a nice view from up there". He shivers a bit.
Tsharing says, "How many are injured?"
Typheous stays a few steps back, speaking again. "Gadrielle...." . o O ( I'll try not to get hit anymore, ok? )
Plax says, "I couldn't see anyone around. The first-year buildings are the only untouched buildings. Lori Spinwind's hosipital is covered in blood and most of the buildings have forced doors and broken windows at the least."
Psyche . o O ( It didn't work on Alex...it's something to do with you....shit....I should've just let you die... )
Rade's tears only fall faster as she hears Plax's report. "Horrible....so horrible..."
Typheous . o O ( I suppose me saying thank you won't change things, will it? )
Tsharing says, "How many attackers were there?"
Plax has received your page: "Give me a Per + Alertness, dif 8"
Nomin says, "tries to comfert Rade."
Nomin tries to comfert Rade.
[OOC] Plax broke the Code.
[OOC] Psyche says, "Fixed."
[Roll]: Plax rolled Perception (3) and Alertness (3) (6d10): 6, 1, 5, 1, 8, 8 [Spent 1 WP for a success] ** 1 success (diff 8) **
Rade draws away from Nomin, raising her hands to cover her face, crying into them.
Plax pages: "1"
Nomin lets her draw away, and looks at her, saddened as she is abou tall that happened.
Plax has received your page: "While you were examining the damage done to the school, you noticed that the town of Wyzdin is not there. There's just a blank white space where it is supposed to be."
Plax pauses. "Wait a minute...something isn't right here..."
Tsharing says, "Something like this was inevitable, since she left....what is it?"
Plax says, "The town. Wyzdin. There's just a big white space where it should be."
Tsharing says, "Clarify."
Nomin says, "What?"
Tsharing says, "It has been destroyed?"
Plax says, "It's a big white space. That's it."
Rade lowers her hands, looking at Plax, shivering. "Whjte space?"
[OOC] Rade says, "white even"
Plax says, "Big, blank white space...not destroyed, not burned...just...white."
Gadrielle mutters, "Oh bugger."
Tsharing says, "When did this happen?"
Plax says, "I just flew up and saw it. I can't put a time to it."
Typheous starts to kneel next to Gadrielle, not touching her yet, listening to the conversation behind him. "What?"
You say, "Gadrielle plays an "air harp" for a few seconds and then returns to weeping."
[OOC] Nomin says, "SOrrym guys I have to get going now. How did I do portraying Nomin?"
Typheous frowns. "What's wrong, Gadrielle?" (OOC Did we sense anything when she did that?)
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Pretty good, from what I saw."
[OOC] You say, "Thanks, Al."
Psyche bites her lip, hard,for the second time that night. (Withdraw)
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (2d10): 6, 1 [Spent 1 WP to ignore damage] ** 0 successes (diff 4) **
*** Scourge die is a 1: Backlash Triggered. Player Scourge reduced from 0 to 0. Mitigating circumstances: None. ***
[OOC] You say, "Good point. Everyone give me a Per + Awareness, diff 8."
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (2d10): 10, 5 [Spent 1 WP to ignore damage] ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Perception (2) and Awareness (2) (4d10): 4, 8, 9, 7 No diff given.
[OOC] Tsharing says, "2"
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Perception (3) and Awareness (2) (5d10): 7, 7, 10, 7, (3) [Injury penalty: -1] ** 1 success (diff 8) **
[Roll]: Plax rolled Perception (3) and Awareness (2) (5d10): 8, 9, 4, 4, 8 ** 3 successes (diff 8) **
[Roll]: Rade rolled Perception (2) and Awareness (0) (2d10): (7), (9) [Injury penalty: -2] No diff given.
[OOC] Psyche is still working on the code for arete rolls.
[Roll]: Typheous rolled Perception (3) and Awareness (2) (5d10): 3, 2, 5, 6, 3 ** 0 successes (diff 8) **
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (2d10): 10, 5 [Spent 1 WP to ignore damage] ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
[OOC] Rade says, "1"
[OOC] Typheous says, "0"
[OOC] Plax says, "3"
Plax has received your page: "You feel reality ripple slightly when Gadrielle plays her invisible harp."
Psyche pages: "4 total successes on Withdraw, into duration. So ignore my perception roll, because she's not paying attention to anything."
[OOC] You say, "If you got at least one success, you feel magic at work on you."
Plax holds out a hand, as if feeling something. "Interesting indeed...". He looks around, and then flies upwards again to look at the area.
[OOC] Nomin says, "Your welcome. Latyer all"
[OOC] Typheous waves
Plax has received your page: "Wyzdin is back."
[OOC] Octavius changes back and leaves.
Octavius has lost his link.
Plax lands. "It's back now". He looks at Gadrielle. "An illusion of some sorts?"
You say, "The sun begins to rise, casting light on a smoky dawn."
Rade sniffles, swiping at her tears, shivering again. "We....we.....we need to find a teacher..."
Tsharing says, "Yes."
Tsharing looks for a tutor.
Gadrielle, "Someone should check on the first-years, and we need to take care of the injured before their condition worsens."
Plax pages: "I don't suppose I saw anyone running around up there."
Plax pages: "While I was up there, rather"
Plax has received your page: "Nope."
You say, "Alex moans in his sleep."
Typheous stands, leaving the weeping Gadrielle to herself. . o O ( She would have only taken it the wrong way anyway. ) "Did you see anyone up there, Plax"
Psyche ignores everyone for a long few minutes, (and goes blank on Typheous) unless she's directly addressed. When she stands up at last, she is noticeably calmer. Completely calm, in fact.
Psyche pages: "Tac map still working?"
Plax nods. "I'll go check on the first years, I can get there the fastest. Someone who knows medicine can help the injured". He turns to Typheous. "Nobody".
Typheous frowns darkly, slowly scanning the landscape.
Psyche has received your page: "Yep. The first-year dorms are filled with first-years."
Plax flies towards the first-year buildings.
[OOC] Psyche says, "Before you go, Plax!"
[OOC] Plax retcons that.
Tsharing helps with the injured, best she can.
Rade stares at her knees, not moving, still shivering, her tears slowed but not gone.
Psyche [to Plax]: The first-years are all in their dorms. And alive. I can tell you that, at least. And there's nothing more to do for the injured without herbs or more magic and instruments than I have.
Psyche pages: "Any inkling where any teachers would be?"
Psyche has received your page: "They don't appear on your map."
Plax pages: "What did the rest of campus look like?"
Plax pages: "Was it still bloody/beaten/etc?"
The resolution of Octavius fades. With a hiss of static his disconnected body implodes into a single point of light, then blinks out of existence.
Plax has received your page: "It looks like it's suffered a natural disaster and about a week's worth of looters. Some buildings are on fire. The belltower has been knocked over."
Typheous turns his aze to the cabal. "But why attack here? Or are we the victims of some random Fae death squad?"
[OOC] Typheous turns his gaze.... ack, can't type tonight
[OOC] You say, "Al strikes again..."
Plax doesn't leave. "It beats me. The belltower has been knocked over and there are buildings on fire. I don't suppose we have a way of putting them all out". He sighs. "So what do we do now? The hospital has been pretty well butchered, so that rules out herbs".
Psyche pauses, then says "But I can't tell you where any of the teachers are."
Tsharing says, "Despite what that creature said, I do not believe I am responsible for this, directly or otherwise."
Psyche . o O ( They're gone. Either out of range, magically hidden, or dead.... )
Plax pauses, thinking. "I wonder..."
Typheous glances to Psyche, frowning. . o O ( Let's hope they're just out of range... )
Plax pages: "Eagle Eyes, seeing if I can pick up any invisible folks wandering around."
[OOC] You say, "Actually, the hospital hasn't been damaged that badly. There's just blood spattered on the west wall and the windows are broken."
Rade says very quietly. "If you need herbs I can help, I don't know how much."
Plax cuts his claw lightly as he looks at his ring.
[Roll]: Plax rolled Arete (2d10): 10, 10 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
[Roll]: Plax rolled Arete (2d10): 1, 2 ** BOTCH 1 (diff 4) **
[OOC] You say, "Ouch."
[OOC] Plax says, "Doesn't that just cancel a succ on a buildup?"
Tsharing says, "What do you wonder about, Plax?"
[OOC] Rade says, "did we change the rules for botching or something?"
[OOC] Tsharing says, "I think you can avoid a collapse by spending a WP point."
[OOC] You say, "Yes."
[OOC] Plax is out of WP unless he gets some back for that caregiver/survivor Nature/Demeanor.
Tsharing pages: "Just thought of this, and it might be a bit late, but would defending others from hostile alien forces warrant a Legend roll?"
[OOC] Rade says, "ah, so now it's harder to botch an extended roll hmm? Okay."
Tsharing has received your page: "Definitely."
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Legend (3) (3d10): 9, 3, 1 ** 0 successes (diff 6) **
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Hmph."
Psyche nods to Rade. "I can try and look for what I need...maybe...with your help." She heads over to Alex's side.
[OOC] You say, "It collapses, then. Give me a moment."
[OOC] Psyche will hold on her Rote until Eclipse catches up?
Rade pages: "my dorm has burned right?"
Plax has received your page: "You see a couple archers dressed in black ninja suits hiding behind trees in fountain park, looking ready to snipe you."
Rade has received your page: "No. The men's dorm burned."
[OOC] You say, "Continue."
[OOC] Psyche says, "Herbal Remedy on Alex. Blood focus for -1 diff, and do you want me to make a Medicine check first to see how much I can tell (rote limited by my aggregate knowledge of healing)?"
Rade pages: "One of rades focus's is healing herbs, to...well...heal. I'd assume she'd keep some handy. That' okay for her to have prepared already?"
Rade has received your page: "It's in your room, but sure."
Rade sniffs softly, trying to pull herself together. "I have some already...in my room...if there's time."
Plax pulls an arrow and shoots into fountain park.
Psyche has received your page: "Roll Int + Medicine, dif 5."
Plax pages: "Trying to hit one."
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Intelligence (4) and Medicine (4) (8d10): 9, 4, 4, 6, 7, 7, 10, (6) [Injury penalty: -1] ** 5 successes (diff 5) **
[Roll]: Plax rolled Dexterity (4) and Archery (4) (8d10): 10, 4, 4, 1, 2, 10, 1, 2 ** 0 successes (diff 6) **
[Roll]: Plax rolled dice (2d10): 4, 6 No diff given.
[OOC] Plax says, "1"
[OOC] Psyche says, "That should give me enough to know what to do..."
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (2d10): 3, 9 ** 2 successes (diff 3) **
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (2d10): 1, 4 ** 0 successes (diff 3) **
*** Scourge die is a 1: Backlash Triggered. Player Scourge reduced from 0 to 0. Mitigating circumstances: None. ***
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (2d10): 9, 8 ** 2 successes (diff 3) **
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (2d10): 6, 8 ** 2 successes (diff 3) **
Psyche has received your page: "You know exactly which herbs will break his fever, if you can get your hands on them."
You say, "Plax's arrow hits a tree."
Psyche pages: "And Herbal Remedy should give me that. Extra succ into diration (2) and area spanned of the spell"
Plax shoots another arrow.
Plax has received your page: "...as the invisible ninja archer ducks behind it."
Psyche pages: "Duration"
[Roll]: Plax rolled Dexterity (4) and Archery (4) (8d10): 8, 10, 7, 4, 4, 9, 10, 5 ** 5 successes (diff 6) **
[Roll]: Plax rolled dice (2d10): 7, 3 No diff given.
[OOC] Plax says, "6"
You say, "Plax's arrow flies into the park."
Tsharing says, "What are you firing at?"
Plax says, "Archers in the park. Dressed in black, ready to snipe us."
[OOC] Psyche says, "Are they on the map?"
Plax has received your page: "It hits one of the ninja's in the neck. The ninja vanishes noiselessly into thin air."
Plax shoots again.
[Roll]: Plax rolled Dexterity (4) and Archery (4) (8d10): 4, 5, 7, 4, 10, 2, 9, 9 ** 4 successes (diff 6) **
Typheous frowns. "I don't think anything in our rooms is going to help us much." He glances to the burning building. "I..." He stops what he was going to say and looks toward the park. "Archers?"
[Roll]: Plax rolled dice (1d10): 5 No diff given.
[OOC] Plax says, "4"
Psyche has received your page: "Not on the map."
Psyche pages: "And can I find the location of the things I need?"
You say, "Psyche treats Alex, though it will take time before it takes effect."
[OOC] You say, "Retcon that."
[OOC] Plax says, "Bad Ninja Archers."
Psyche has received your page: "Yes. There are still plenty of supplies in the hospital."
Psyche grunts. "Bullshit. There's nothing there." She glances back down at Alex, muttering to herself - names of herbs and conditions, if anyone is close enough to hear. After a second: "Rade...can you keep an eye on Alex? The things I need are in the hospital."
You say, "Plax's arrow flies into the park."
Tsharing quickly invokes a spell and heads into the park.
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Oops, NM that."
[OOC] Psyche says, "Whee, it's retcon city tonight :)"
Plax has received your page: "It hits a ninja in the shoulder. The ninja archer clutches the wound and ducks behind the tree. You can't see anymore archers there."
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Before that, I ask if my senses pick up anything from the park."
Plax pages: "Can I hit the hiding Ninja?"
Tsharing has received your page: "Nothing in the park."
Plax has received your page: "Not from this angle."
Plax flies upwards, looking for another angle to shoot from.
Tsharing says, "Nothing is there. Please stop fooling around."
(remotely) Plax looks for another angle to shoot the ninja from.
Tsharing goes back to helping with the triage.
Typheous looks up after Plax. "Plax! Get back down here. There's nothing there!"
[OOC] Rade says, "which is closer, my dorm or the hospital? I have no idea where we are exactally :)"
Plax says, "I already got one of them!"
Plax has received your page: "A flying ninja notices you and ducks behind a cloud. The ninjas on the ground scatter for cover."
Psyche jogs off to the hospital as soon as someone else takes a place by Alex.
[OOC] Rade prods Psyche
Eclipse [to Rade]: They're almost the same distance.
Plax starts shooting arrows about, trying to pick off the Ninjas.
Plax has received your page: "You get another one. The one in the cloud shoots an arrow at you."
[OOC] Tsharing says, "We are a shrub...."
Rade blinks, limping over to Alex. calling out softly after Psyche. "I can....I have some herbs of my own..."
[Roll]: Plax rolled Dexterity (4) and Dodge (3) (7d10): 8, 9, 5, 4, 5, 10, 10 ** 4 successes (diff 6) **
[Roll]: Plax rolled dice (2d10): 9, 5 No diff given.
Plax ducks as an unseen arrow flies over his head. Unseen as in he's the only one seeing it. "Bloody flying ninja archer!" He flies towards a cloud, claws extended.
Plax has received your page: "You easily dive out of the way, and the arrow hits another ninja in the top of the head. The injured ninja disappears."
Psyche calls over her shoulder. "Nearest location of what I need is the hospital. Just keep an eye on him."
Typheous sighs, shaking his head. "Let him shoot...We've got other things to do..." . o O ( Like figuring out what the hell is going on... )
Tsharing medics until something comes up.
Psyche pages: "Anything untoward happen at the hospital? Psyche'll grab anything else potentially useful while she's there."
[Roll]: Plax rolled Dexterity (4) and Brawl (0) (4d10): 5, 7, 5, 3 ** 1 success (diff 6) **
Plax claws at thin air.
Rade blinks at psyche, then sighs unhappily, sinking back to her knees. . o O ( What on earth could she need that I don't have...? )
Psyche has received your page: "Nothing unusual at the hospital, though you sense another wolf thing upstairs in the bedroom."
You say, "Halda nuzzles Rade."
(remotely) Psyche isn't going to face it alone. But she'll be extra quiet and hope not to draw its attention. Packing as complete a kit as she can get, as quietly as she can get it.
Tsharing says, "Rade, please. Do what you can now. Questions can be made later."
[OOC] Psyche shrugs at Rade. I just go where the spell says is closest.
Psyche pages: "And quickly."
Plax has received your page: "The ninja drops its bow and draws a katana. "Now you die, Eagle.""
[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (7d10): 10, 8, 4, 5, 2, 7, 3 ** 3 successes (diff 6) **
Rade looks sadly at the wolf, shivering softly, pale beneith her soaked dress. "I can't do anything without my herbs...and besides...I prepare them...don't have to use them much."
[OOC] Rade says, "Oh, btw, that was a thought bubble :)"
Psyche has received your page: "The wolf thing doesn't leave the bedroom."
[OOC] Rade says, "sorry, old moo habit"
(remotely) Psyche lets it stay. If it had a victim, they're dead now.
Plax has received your page: "(Parry or dodge?)"
Plax pages: "Dodge (parry with what?>"
[Roll]: Plax rolled Dexterity (4) and Dodge (3) (7d10): 7, 7, 8, 3, 3, 9, 4 ** 4 successes (diff 6) **
Typheous frowns. "Why attack here? What's so important that they attack us?"
Tsharing says, "We are."
Plax has received your page: "The flying ninja swings its katana at you, but you fly clear of the blade."
(remotely) Plax claws at the Ninja.
Tsharing says, "We are the defenders. Destroy us, what's left to prevent future attacks?"
[Roll]: Plax rolled Dexterity (4) and Brawl (0) (4d10): 10, 6, 8, 3 ** 3 successes (diff 6) **
Psyche comes jogging back with a knapsack slung over her shoulder. "There's another wolf-thing upstairs at the hospital, in the bedroom. But it didn't hear me." She glances at Rade, then kneels beside Alex, digging through the sack. Just like when spellcasting, she talks herself through healing, quietly.
[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (7d10): 6, 2, 4, 9, 1, 4, 7 ** 2 successes (diff 6) **
Plax has received your page: "It parries the attack, but your talon still pierces its shoulder. (damage?)"
Plax pages: "7 base"
Plax pages: "Lethal"
Rade clears away some tears to watch Psyche work in silence.
Tsharing says, "Shall some of us go and deal with it?"
Typheous frowns, looking toward the building Psyche just left. "I don't really want another fight...Any more around here?"
[OOC] Psyche says, "Well?"
Plax has received your page: "The claw rips through black cloth and flesh, sending a rain of blue blood down upon the earth. The flying ninja falls headfirst into the park with a crunch and then vanishes."
Plax makes ripping slashes in the air, as if he's pulling something apart, then he seems to watch something fall to the ground.
Psyche has received your page: "You can apply the herbs. Pose what you like. It will be a few hours before the herbs take effect, though. Can't heal him with magic, of course."
Typheous shakes his head. "No for fighting, unless we have to." He looks up. "Dammit Plax! get down here!"
Plax has received your page: "A ninja jumps onto a window ledge on the second floor of Min-Rai Hall and smashes the glass with its katana."
Tsharing says, "Shall I bring him down?"
Plax calls down, "But the ninjas are attacking the campus! Can't you see them?"
(remotely) Psyche nods. How about Typheous's question.
[OOC] You say, "Madness...takes its toll..."
Psyche has received your page: "No more Fae in range of your spell."
Typheous glares at him. "There are no damn ninjas, get the hell down here!"
[OOC] Typheous says, "Umm, anything I can do with Mind 2 to help him?"
Psyche explains what she's doing as she applies the herbs, their effects, their properties, although it doesn't seem to be so much teaching as just the way she does things. At Typheous's question, she glances up. "No more Fae that I can detect," she responds brusquely, and returns to her healing.
Plax pages: "(Can I pose him gettting 'hit' by a Ninja and have him crash to the ground to speed things up?>"
Eclipse [to Typheous]: You can't cure the Madness, but you can counter some of the symptoms with the right Effect.
Plax has received your page: "Absolutely."
Plax calls down, "You just can't see them down there!" He flies off towards Min-Rai Hall, but something seems to hit him and he crashes to the ground, knocked out.
Psyche . o O ( And no godsdamned ninjas, either. Fuck. Shut him up! )
Typheous sighs, running toward where Plax fell. . o O ( That work for you? )
Tsharing checks Plax is OK, before taking him to the rest of the casualties.
You say, "Plax is fine."
(remotely) Rade is watching Psyche, making sure everything she does at least in the preparation is correct.
Plax is just out of it, twitching and muttering, "The ninjas...everyone, my throat".
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Quick! Get the straitjacket! ;-)"
Plax has received your page: "The arrow only scratched you, apparently."
[OOC] You say, "Which would you prefer - ninjas or ants?"
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Ninja ants?"
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Ninjas, because ninjas are easy to defeat when more than one shows up at once."
Plax has received your page: "The ninjas are being more stealthy, now. You only see them out of the corner of your eye, and whenever you turn to look at them, they have already hidden."
Typheous frowns at Plax. "Stop this nonsense this instant. There are no ninjas..." (Umm, Mind 2 effect to subdue the insanity some what, or at least let him know he's mad, conversation as a focus)
[OOC] You say, "I meant as a manifestation of Madness. Ninjas sniping at you or ants trying to get you to join their jihad?"
Plax shakes. "They're...getting out of the way. I can just see them. DO SOMETHING, DAMNIT!"
[OOC] Typheous says, "So, can I try to lessen the effect or at least let him know it isn't real with Mind 2?"
Plax has received your page: "Per + Awareness, dif 8."
[Roll]: Plax rolled Perception (3) and Alertness (3) (6d10): 9, 9, 5, 1, 2, 10 ** 2 successes (diff 8) **
[OOC] Plax says, "misrolls"
[Roll]: Plax rolled Perception (3) and Awareness (2) (5d10): 3, 5, 6, 9, 10 ** 2 successes (diff 8) **
[OOC] Plax says, "Same thing"
Typheous has received your page: "Yes. Roll Arete. You'll have to overcome his Willpower, though, since he seems to have noticed your magic."
Typheous pages: "diff 4? 5?"
Typheous has received your page: "Standard rote, yes? Dif 4."
[Roll]: Typheous rolled Arete (2d10): 7, 8 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
[Roll]: Typheous rolled Arete (2d10): 4, 7 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
[Roll]: Typheous rolled Arete (2d10): 9, 10 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
Typheous has received your page: "Pose it as talking."
Typheous stares down at Plax. "Come on. Think about it. There are no ninjas around here ever. Why would the school be crawling with them?"
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Do any of the ninja have....a motorcycle?"
Plax has received your page: "You don't have to believe him until I say so. He's using Mind magic, so he has to overcome your Willpower."
Plax twitches. "It was crawling with Fae attacking and killing us...why not ninja archers who fly and swing sharp katanas saying I should die?"
Psyche finishes treating Alex, then leans back on her heels, looking around once more. (Who else is seriously wounded, that I could help?)
Typheous shakes his head. "Then why aren't they attacking the rest of us?"
[OOC] Typheous says, "Let me know when I can add another roll in...."
Plax says, "Because they just want me. He said it was time for me to die."
Eclipse [to Psyche]: You might want to check on the first-years. They're alive, but a few have some minor cuts and sprains you could tend.
Tsharing is helping the wounded until her Past Life-granted Medicine ends.
Typheous has received your page: "Roll."
Typheous shakes his head. "Well, I'm not going to let him get you, ok?"
[Roll]: Typheous rolled Arete (2d10): 1, 8 ** 0 successes (diff 4) **
[OOC] Rade still has a 4 leathal stab wound, but can take care of it herself :)
Psyche says, "The first-years need more help that I can give than anyone around here. Anyone want to help me out?"
Tsharing says, "I will."
Plax calms down.
Tsharing says, "I am not trained as a healer, but I can recall the rudiments of knowledge."
Tsharing helps out Psyche.
Plax says, "The ninjas aren't here?"
Typheous has received your page: "Roll."
Typheous fixes his eye on Plax's eyes. "No, they aren't."
[Roll]: Typheous rolled Arete (2d10): 8, 10 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
[OOC] Psyche says, "RadE? You coming?"
[OOC] Typheous says, "Hmmm.. will 8 successes do? Or do I have any clue?"
Plax fixes his sharp eagle eyes on Typheous. "Okay...I guess so, but I keep seeing them. Am I going insane? Or is this sanity and everyone else is insane? I'm confused".
[OOC] You say, "It's much harder to affect them when they notice the magic. A few more successes..."
Rade stays silent unless someone specifically requests she come.
Typheous sighs softly. "I don't know what it is. It isn't real, or the rest of us would have reacted to them. We're not going to let them kill you, that's for sure."
Tsharing says, "Rade, will you help us now you have your tools?"
Psyche glances over at Rade, standing. "Rade? Coming?" She starts heading off without waiting for an answer. "If you are, bring those extra herbs you said you had."
Typheous has received your page: "Give me a Cha + Expression, dif 7"
Plax continues twitching, claws going in and out at random. Better stay away from Plax's feet.
[Roll]: Typheous rolled Charisma (4) and Expression (0) (4d10): 7, 10, 3, 1 ** 1 success (diff 7) **
Typheous has received your page: "Roll Arete."
Typheous looks down at Plax. "Come on, Plax, would I or anyone else here just let the ninjas attack you?"
[Roll]: Typheous rolled Arete (2d10): 6, 5 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
Plax says, "If you couldn't see them."
[OOC] Typheous says, "Up to 10...."
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Unless they're....working --with-- the ninja!"
Rade blinks gently, standing slowly with a soft nod and starts after Psyche in a pained walk.
[OOC] Plax says, "OHHHH!"
Psyche and Tsharing have received your page: "Which dorm are you going to first? Min-Rai Hall or Cicero Hall."
Typheous rolls his eyes. "Then why would you see them?"
Typheous has received your page: "Roll."
Psyche pages (to Eclipse, Psyche, Tsharing, Rade): "which dorm is closer"
Plax extends his claws and looks at the rolling-eyes of Typheous. "Or you could be working with them for some reason..."
[Roll]: Typheous rolled Arete (2d10): 7, 3 ** 1 success (diff 4) **
Psyche, Rade, and Tsharing have received your page: "Cicero."
Typheous gets a very confused look on his head. "Work with the ninjas? Why on earth would we do that?"
Tsharing pages: "Yes."
Psyche pages (to Eclipse, Psyche, Tsharing, Rade): "(Then she's going to Cicero)"
Typheous has received your page: "One more success, and you've got him. Keep him talking."
(remotely) Typheous prays he doesn't botch....
Tsharing pages (to Eclipse, Psyche, Rade): "OK"
Psyche, Tsharing, and Rade have received your page: "The door to the dorm is unlocked."
Plax pages: "If I said, "They'd give you a magical item called a motorcycle", would you hurt me?"
(to Plax) Eclipse laughs. "Um, yeah."
(remotely to Eclipse, Tsharing, Rade) Psyche opens it carefully, calling out, "Are you all right?"
Tsharing pages (to Eclipse, Psyche, Rade): "(opens and goes in, listening with the Per 5 for anything odd)"
Plax looks at Typheous. "They'd give you a magical item that would let you rule the world of spirits".
[OOC] Rade growls at mpage
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Join the club."
(remotely to Eclipse, Psyche, Tsharing) Rade is probably a bit behind the both of them, walkign more slowly.
Psyche, Tsharing, and Rade have received your page: "A lot of frightened faces look at you from the mess hall. Many of them have been injured."
[OOC] Plax is the founding member.
[OOC] Rade says, "there"
Tsharing pages (to Eclipse, Psyche, Rade): ""The attack is over and we are here to help you.""
Typheous's confusion grows. "Why on earth would I want to rule the world of spirits?"
(remotely to Eclipse, Tsharing, Rade, Psyche) Psyche glances around, not wasting time with niceties. "Who's hurt? Come up here."
Psyche, Rade, and Tsharing have received your page: "As one body, they take a step back. You hear the word "facedancer" murmured among them."
Plax falls quietly, apparently thinking. "Ninjas going away?"
Typheous has received your page: "Roll."
Typheous raises an eyebrow. "Going away?"
[Roll]: Typheous rolled Arete (2d10): 4, 7 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
[OOC] Typheous meant to spend WP with that, but the code didn't want to let me
[OOC] Typheous says, "Oh, and he releases the spell."
(remotely to Eclipse, Tsharing, Rade, Psyche) Psyche scowls, the previously almost-absent chill growing around her, and quickly. "If you're going to fucking well jump at shadows, you'll fucking well get what you deserve. Now are you going to let me do what I godsdamned well came here to do?"
Plax has received your page: "You trust him. He wouldn't lie to you. Maybe you really are suffering from a Backlash."
[OOC] Psyche says, "Oh, bother."
Plax sighs. "Damn backlashes".
Tsharing pages (to Eclipse, Psyche, Rade): ""We are all genuine, I assure you. Who is injured?"
(remotely to Eclipse, Psyche, Tsharing) Rade walks up behind Psyche, smiling painedly around the room, voice barely above a whisper. "We're here to help."
Plax has received your page: "You still see the ninjas, but you have the choice whether or not to believe they are real."
Plax sits up. "Stupid fake ninjas jumping around. It's really annoying, you know?"
Typheous smiles at Plax. "I can imagine....."
Plax says, "How bad was I out of it?"
Psyche, Tsharing, and Rade have received your page: "They're a bit hesitant, at first, but when you don't stab your first patients with a dagger, they let you tend them."
Plax has received your page: "A ninja does a little dance on the roof of one of the dorms."
(remotely to Eclipse, Tsharing, Rade, Psyche) Psyche tends them with a surly expression and a lot of swearing, but does so as efficiently as she can
Typheous glances up to the sky. "Flying around, shooting at them, fighting hand-to-hand... Pretty bad.."
(remotely to Eclipse, Psyche, Tsharing) Rade helps in mixing and preparing the herbs.
Plax has received your page: "A ninja jumps out of the fountain with katana in hand and charges toward you."
Plax instinctively reaches back for his bow, but stops. "Figures. I remember the fighting now. Of course all my good blows hit fake ninjas, like the one trying to stab me through the chest right now".
Tsharing pages (to Eclipse, Psyche, Rade): "(deals with minor injuries, mundanely, freeing up the worse cases)"
[OOC] Tsharing says, "BRB"
Plax has received your page: "The ninja trips over its feet and falls flat on its face in front of you."
Plax extends a claw and buries it in the ground. "It might not be real, but it's somehow satisfying to step on them when they trip in front of you".
Typheous chuckles. "Well, all I got out of the night was a gaping wound in my chest and before that and arrow.... Something tells me I should invest in some armor."
Plax has received your page: "Another wolf thing with a sword in each hand steps out of the park and gives you a crooked grin."
Plax looks towards the park. "Umm, Typheous? Do you see a wolf thing with a sword in each hand over there?"
Plax has received your page: "Typheous is facing the opposite direction."
Typheous looks. (Do I?)
You say, "Another wolf thing with a sword in each hand steps out of the park and gives you a crooked grin."
Typheous curses. . o O ( How long until you're back here? We've got company... ) "Yes..."
Psyche has received your page: "The wolf thing in the hospital is moving toward Typheous and Plax."
Plax draws and arrow and is up instantly. "Thought so..." He lets loose with the arrow.
[OOC] You say, "Those outside, roll initiative."
[Roll]: Plax rolled Initiative (5d10): 6, 10, 2, 10, 7 ** 4 successes (diff 4) **
[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (5d10): 9, 5, 1, 8, 9 No diff given.
(remotely to Eclipse, Tsharing, Rade, Psyche) Psyche suddenly stops her tending and shoves her herbs into the bag. "We've got to get back. They're under attack."
[Roll]: Typheous rolled Initiative (4d10): 6, 1, 10, 5 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
Eclipse [to Plax]: Go.
Psyche pages: "Question: is there any noticeable link between where the Fae are appearing and where the professors would normally be found?"
[OOC] Typheous says, "So there's just 2?"
Plax flies upwards, out of the reach of the wolfthing, and shoots at it with his bow.
(to Psyche) Eclipse blinks. Um, no.
[Roll]: Plax rolled Dexterity (4) and Archery (4) (8d10): 9, 10, 8, 8, 1, 9, 1, 10 ** 4 successes (diff 6) **
[Roll]: Plax rolled dice (2d10): 6, 2 No diff given.
Tsharing pages (to Eclipse, Psyche, Rade): "(Heads back)"
[OOC] Plax says, "5 succ"
[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (7d10): 5, 8, 8, 2, 10, 4, 9 No diff given.
Tsharing pages: "Can I use a rote to reduce weight and therefore increase running speed?"
Eclipse [to Plax]: Damage?
Rade pages: "tsh psy = :shakes her head. "Take Halda...I won't be any good...not like this...""
Tsharing pages: "For2"
[OOC] Plax says, "7L"
Tsharing has received your page: "Sure."
(remotely to Eclipse, Tsharing, Psyche) Rade shakes her head. "Take Halda...I won't be any good...not like this..."
[OOC] Rade kills page again
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Arete (2d10): 5, 7 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
(remotely to Eclipse, Tsharing, Rade, Psyche) Psyche tosses the bag to Rade. "You can bandage wounds at least. Go see to the girls' dorm." And heads out.
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Arete (2d10): 4, 10 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
You say, "The arrow sinks into its belly and it snarls in fury. It charges Typheous, swords swinging."
[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (7d10): 9, 3, 1, 1, 7, 10, 6 No diff given.
(remotely) Psyche suddenly had the paranoid fantasy that you'd turned all the teachers into Fae.
Tsharing pages: "3 effect, or whatever's needed to increase speed qwithout losing control, 1 duration."
Eclipse [to Typheous]: Parry?
Psyche . o O ( Fuck. We're on our way. )
[OOC] Psyche says, "I think I fixed it this time."
[Roll]: Typheous rolled dice (12d10): 10, 10, 6, 7, 1, 6, 7, 7, 8, 5, 6, 3 ** 9 successes (diff 5) **
[OOC] Typheous says, "9?"
[OOC] You say, "Tsharing will arrive first. Psyche will be there the next turn."
Eclipse [to Typheous]: Go.
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Init?"
(remotely to Psyche, Eclipse, Tsharing) Rade takes the bag and starts limping toward the womans dorm.
Eclipse [to Tsharing]: After Typheous goes, yes.
(remotely to Eclipse, Tsharing, Rade, Psyche) Psyche calls after Rade, "And heal yourself, if you can. You're going to scare them!"
Typheous slashes at the creature in front of him, almost snarling.
Psyche, Tsharing, and Rade have received your page: "Halda limps after her."
[Roll]: Typheous rolled dice (10d10): 1, 8, 10, 10, 8, 9, 2, 9, 8, 8 ** 7 successes (diff 5) **
[OOC] Typheous says, "7 to hit him."
[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (7d10): 7, 3, 3, 10, 3, 3, 2 No diff given.
[OOC] Plax winces.
Psyche . o O ( No dying, remember! )
[OOC] You say, "Damage + 4"
[OOC] Typheous says, "So... 7 L"
Typheous . o O ( Yeah, I remember.... Why do you care about me so much? Normally you want to kill me. )
Psyche . o O ( Hurts too fucking much when you get hurt. I'm afraid I'd get the backlash from you dying. If you're going to die, make it fucking quick and painless. And I don't want to kill you. )
You say, "The rapier passes through its heart. It gives a final howl and fades away, dropping the swords as it vanishes."
[OOC] Plax says, "Only 7L when you get a 4 damage bonus? What weapon are you using?"
[OOC] Typheous says, "Rapier. It's only str +1. Str is 2"
[OOC] Plax says, "Ahh"
[OOC] Typheous says, "But I can do all the cool fencing stuff."
Rade pages: "She heads straight over to the girls dorm without pausing to heal"
Plax lands. "Well. That was a lot easier than I expected". He looks at the swords. "Think you can use those?"
[OOC] Typheous says, "And with my roll, I should have used a thrust."
Tsharing arrives on the scene. "Good work."
Typheous frowns down at them. "I'd rather stick with these, really. I'm used to them."
Plax nods and takes the swords. "No use in leaving them lying around then".
"rade=The" is not the name of any player.
Rade has received your page: "The young women aren't nearly as paranoid, though they apparently thought to lock the front door so it takes a minute for you to get them to open it. Most of them are fine. A few cuts and scrapes, one sprained ankle."
[OOC] Typheous says, "There was only one, right?"
[OOC] Typheous says, "One wolfthing..."
Eclipse [to Typheous]: Correct.
[OOC] Typheous says, "Ok, for some reason I was thinking there were two"
Typheous . o O ( Happy? I didn't even get hurt... damn it feels good to have not botched that one.... )
From Psyche: [Private Roll]: Psyche rolled Willpower (8) (8d10): 5, 8, 3, 1, 7, 1, 9, (9) [Injury penalty: -1] No diff given.
Plax says, "Thanks, Tsharing."
Tsharing says, "Where did it come from?"
(remotely) Rade does rudimentary first aid, though her salves should be decent with a 3 herbalism, which she's still studying.
Plax says, "Stepped out of the park over there."
Psyche comes up behind Tsharing a few seconds later. "Rade's in the girls' dorm. We got most of the first-year boys healed before I heard--" she breaks off "saw the thing moving. That's the one that was in the hospital."
Plax points to where it came out from.
Plax has received your page: "A ninja ducks behind a tree."
Typheous nods toward the park. He turns to Psyche. "How are the first years? No one too hurt?"
Plax says, "Stupid ninjas. Bad enough looking for Fae without these things jumping around."
Psyche shakes her head. "Need to go check on the girls. Maybe we should all go this time."
Plax nods. "My apologies for the whole flying around and shooting ninjas that aren't there thing. Damn backlash I guess".
Typheous looks to those who were injured earlier. "Can we move those who are injured here yet?"
Tsharing says, "It's acceptable. At least you didn't get the ants."
Psyche glances around. (Can we?)
Eclipse [to Psyche]: Given that it is the beginning of winter, it might be better to keep the wounded indoors.
Psyche says, "Let's move them over to the girls' dorm. We should get them indoors."
Tsharing helps with the moving.
[OOC] You say, "Shall we FF to after all the little injuries are taken care of?"
[OOC] Plax nods.
[OOC] Psyche says, "Yes."
[OOC] Typheous says, "SUre.."
You say, "The first-years are all going to be fine and Alex's fever breaks a little after noon. At sunset, Drapheous, Liriel, and Lori arrive where all of you are gathered."
[OOC] Rade says, "can I roll to heal myself somewhere in that time?"
Eclipse [to Rade]: Go for it.
[OOC] Psyche says, "Oh, and me, the last 2 HL?"
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (2d10): 1, 3 ** BOTCH 1 (diff 4) **
*** Scourge die is a 1: Backlash Triggered. Player Scourge reduced from 0 to 0. Mitigating circumstances: None. ***
Eclipse [to Psyche]: Sure.
Tsharing surmises what happened, assuming they don't already know, then waits for instructions.
[OOC] Psyche chokes.
[OOC] Plax somehow got through all that without being hurt once...
[OOC] Psyche says, "Well...."
Eclipse [to Psyche]: Typheous takes 4 HL of damage as his belly rips open again.
[OOC] Psyche says, "Well, hell."
[OOC] You say, "Rade? Arete?"
[Roll]: Rade rolled Arete (2d10): 1, 6 ** 0 successes (diff 4) **
[Roll]: Rade rolled Arete (2d10): 10, 7 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
[OOC] Psyche says, "Can I try to patch myself up again?"
[OOC] Rade says, "there, two :)"
Eclipse [to Psyche]: Certainly.
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (2d10): 8, 5 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
[OOC] Psyche says, "There."
[OOC] Rade says, "two hl per success right?"
[OOC] You say, "Yes."
Eclipse [to Psyche]: And Typheous?
Typheous falls over, wincing. "Damn..." . o O ( What the hell are you doing to me? )
Psyche says, "Fuck. What the....?"
Plax lets Tsharing do the talking.
[OOC] You say, "She suffers your hangovers, and you suffer her Backlashes. Sounds fair to me..."
Psyche heals herself, and then heads over. "Shit, sorry, I don't know what the hell that was....do you want...."
[OOC] Rade says, "rofl"
[OOC] Psyche dies.
[OOC] Typheous hmms.... ponders how to get himself gilguled.
[OOC] Psyche BONKS.
Typheous glares up at Psyche. . o O ( Would you like to fix me, or just let me die this time? )
[OOC] Eclipse pauses the arrival of the Masters until this situation is resolved.
Psyche instantly loses all of her apologetic air and probably nearly freezes the wound shut. . o O ( Shut the fuck up, asshole. ) She reaches out to touch the wound, snarling to herself. "I almost hope it doesn't fucking well work....Cells bind together, wounds grow shut. Only faster...better....more neatly...."
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (2d10): 8, 5 ** 2 successes (diff 4) **
[OOC] Psyche says, "There."
Drapheous, "I see you managed to survive the night without us. That must be worth something."
Typheous winces as his stomache heals again...
Lori, "And you
[OOC] Tsharing says, "We have a new interrogation technique. "Tell us what you know, or we'll let her heal you!""
[OOC] Typheous chuckles....
Lori, "And you've healed the injured, which speaks highly of you."
Psyche, by the time the Masters get there, is as far away from Typheous as the area they're in will allow, after spending a goodly amount of time clutching her stomach in the corner. But she bows to Master Liriel as he arrives.
Typheous winces, his hand moving unconsicously to his stomache. "Yes... Thank you. Do you know what went on here, Professors?"
Liriel, "You used some pretty unsound tactics, though, especially at the beginning. And some of you need to suppress your overconfidence."
Rade lowers her head at their words, staring down at her ruined dress, silent.
Psyche . o O ( Some of us? All of us, except Rade. )
Lori, "I suppose you should end it, now, Master Tenor."
Typheous nods slowly. . o O ( Although she might need a back bone. ) Studies the professors. "End it?"
Drapheous, "And they lived happily ever after. The end."
Psyche . o O ( Ahhh, *fuck* no. )
Plax arches an eyebrow, hovering slightly off the ground.
Psyche . o O ( They didn't.... )
Tsharing says, "This is fake?"
You say, "Your eyes open and you are on the training green with the other Awakened students, still in meditative positions. It is sunset."
[OOC] Rade says, "damnit! Vance is still alive!?!"
[OOC] Rade says, "Noooooooo!"
Tsharing says, "Cunning."
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Shouldn't they have given us a red pill?"
Lori, "I apologize for the deception, students, but it was the only way to test you without putting your lives in jeopardy."
Typheous frowns, glances around slowly to make certain that all are still alive. "Yes...." . o O ( Well, hell.... )
Rade blinks in confusion, head shifting around the clearing. "W...what?"
Liriel, "You should have suspected anyway. The situation was a bit contrived. A few Fae eliminating seven Masters?"
Tsharing says, "None of this happened."
Plax just shakes his head slowly. "I had an idea when I saw the big white space that was the town, but that wasn't until the end".
Psyche snarls several words that even -she- reserves for special occasions, the aura of cold reaching its most glacial - and probably blasting a good ten feet. "Those godsdamned..." . o O ( It was a dream. That explains everything. ) She glances up at Liriel's words, cheeks flushing in what might be shame.
Drapheous, "Yes, it's an old gag, but it was hardly my idea." He eyes Lori.
Rade looks down her body, checking her clothes for any marks, shaking her head. "It felt so real..."
Tsharing says, "So what in particular did we do right and wrong?"
Typheous turns his gaze to Liriel. "With all due respect, sir, I am sure there are some Fae that could do so."
Lori, "Master Western mentioned it in his book on teaching. You needed a challenge that forced you to work together without relying on the help of your professors.
Psyche turns a poisonous gaze on Vance and Gadrielle, as if sorely upset that they're still alive.
Typheous . o O ( That's not nice. Even if they are a prick and a bitch.... )
Psyche . o O ( When was the last time anyone accused me of being nice? )
[OOC] Psyche sings. "I'm not good, I'm not nice, I'm just right...."
[OOC] Typheous chuckles....
Lori, "Well, you didn't question the reality of the situation. That can be dangerous. True, Master Tenor's magic would have foiled your detections, but I didn't hear anyone asking if it was a trick. You stood your ground when you were out in the open and surrounded by enemies, the first one of which nearly killed one of your companions. You went to the dorm whose residents could probably have fended for themselves rather than protecting the more vulnerable first-years. You did a lot of good things, though, like watching the wounded and trying to seal up the windows. And you managed to eliminate all your opponents."
Tsharing says, "I will try to do better next time."
Lori, "You also made the mistake of splitting up, and that nearly ended up killing Rade. Again, you failed to question the possibility of an illusion at work, dear.
Typheous nods slowly, listening to the professor. . o O ( I've not known you to wish people dead again. )
Rade lowers her eyes slowly. "It was my afault...I wasn't much help..."
Psyche, surprisingly, flinches at the mention of the first-years. . o O ( Fuck. She's right about guarding them ) A flicker of her eyes at Rade. "You could have gotten in the way. As it was, you did more good than harm. Quit talking about fault. We all fucked up somewhere along the line."
[OOC] Psyche says, "That first sentence should end "...in the way instead of doing what you could to help.""
[OOC] Psyche doesna know where the phrase went to.
Lori, "I hope all of you have learned something from today's class. I won't keep you here much longer. I'm sure you'd like to go back to your rooms and reflect on the lessons you learned, students. I'll see you next week."
Tsharing says, "If you learn from it, it wasn't a mistake. simple as that."
Liriel, "This is your last night in the kitchen, Psyche. Make the best of it."
Typheous nods slowly. . o O ( Yes.... That I'm rather ashamed of.... ) "Yes, Master Lori."
Plax nods. "Of course". His hovering is slow as he turns to go.
Drapheous, "If you'll excuse me, there is a warm island waiting for me in my house. Good night, students. I'm glad to see your fencing lessons have not been in vain, Typheous."
Typheous smiles, bowing to Drapheous. "Thank you, sir."
[OOC] You say, "And that's where we'll end for the night. Resolution next week."
[OOC] Typheous pouts.....
[OOC] Tsharing says, "OK"
[OOC] Typheous grins.
[OOC] You say, "Vote for RP point."
User Conn Idle RP-Stat `@my tag is ...`
Eclipse 4h 0s IC Wiz Causing players confusion and trouble since '90
Tsharing 43m 2s IC PC
Typheous 7h 2s IC Wiz Well I'm terribly sorry, but I don't care...
Plax 4h 55s OOC PC
Psyche 7h 2m IC Wiz
Rade 4h 4m OOC Tec
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Tsharing pages: "Vote to Plax."
Typheous pages: "Psyche"
Psyche nods to Master Liriel. "Yes, sir." She turns to head for the kitchens, not saying another word.
[OOC] Psyche gets that in :P
Psyche pages: "Plax"
*** Added 4 XP to Tsharing's Experience ***
*** Added 4 XP to Typheous's Experience ***
Rade pages: "plax"
*** Added 4 XP to Plax's Experience ***
*** Added 5 XP to Psyche's Experience ***
Plax pages: "Psyche"
*** Added 4 XP to Rade's Experience ***
[OOC] You say, "Plax gets the RP point"
[OOC] Tsharing says, "How do I deduct 16 XP?"
*** Added 1 XP to Plax's Experience ***
[OOC] Typheous says, "And tonight has been "how many times can Typheous lose his guts?""
[OOC] Psyche says, "@spend XP"
[OOC] Plax thanks.
[OOC] Rade giggles
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Well, we saw what he was made of."
[OOC] You say, "Also, story ended tonight, so regain Will and give me a moment to figure story XP."
[OOC] Eclipse groans.
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A small swarm of 3x5 index cards blows in and disperses, revealing Psyche.
[OOC] You say, "Bleh. Speaker fell on the power strip."
User Conn Idle RP-Stat `@my tag is ...`
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Eclipse 25s 0s IC Wiz Causing players confusion and trouble since '90
Psyche 7h 8s IC Wiz
Tsharing 49m 52s IC PC
Typheous 7h 1m IC Wiz Well I'm terribly sorry, but I don't care...
Plax 5h 2m OOC PC
Rade 4h 3m OOC Tec
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*** Added 2 XP to Psyche's Experience ***
*** Added 2 XP to Tsharing's Experience ***
*** Added 2 XP to Typheous's Experience ***
*** Added 2 XP to Plax's Experience ***
*** Added 2 XP to Rade's Experience ***
(remotely) Typheous resends this then. Assuming that I get at least 2 xp for the end of the story, could a seeking be worked our from haivng my ass handed to me repeatedly?
[OOC] Tsharing says, "See you later."
[OOC] You say, "Night."
[OOC] Rade says, "night night"
<Logout> Tsharing has disconnected on Sun Oct 13 00:19:31 2002 EST
Tsharing has lost her link.
[OOC] Rade says, "man, I should spend some of this xp"
Typheous has received your page: "Sure."
[OOC] Plax says, "As should I."
Typheous pages: "the whole circumspect avatar and all..."
Typheous pages: "Cool. thanks."
[OOC] Typheous woos! Seeking....
[OOC] You say, "Tsharing's looking to get one of those, too. Probably will get her chance next session."
[OOC] Psyche hrms.
[OOC] Plax has enough for a Seeking + raising an ability from 0 to 3.
[OOC] You say, "So, was that an insanely bad ending?"
Psyche pages: "Are you going to ask me to wait on mine, until a later time in the plot?"
[OOC] Psyche saw it coming, at least from where we found VAnce, if not before.
[OOC] Rade says, "nah, just somewhat predictable :)"
[OOC] Rade says, "I just didn't think you'd burn down the campus you worked so hard building :)"
[OOC] Typheous says, "Well, I was wondering... I thought it might be, but then I've also known you to pull stuff where you level towns... oh, wait, that's me.. I level towns with regularity.."
Psyche has received your page: "I hate to hold you back, but that was my thought, unless you think you'll get enough XP for another Seeking before graduation."
[OOC] You say, "Or all the NPCs I've worked so hard on making you despise..."
[OOC] Typheous says, "Yeah, that was a bit odd...."
[OOC] Typheous thinks he should head to bed, soon, so that he's conscious for the sermon he has to give tomorrow....
[OOC] Rade nodsnods.
[OOC] Plax yawns and waves. Nights.
[OOC] You say, "That would probably be good, Mort."
<Logout> Plax has disconnected on Sun Oct 13 00:24:15 2002 EST
Plax has disconnected.
The resolution of Tsharing fades. With a hiss of static her disconnected body implodes into a single point of light, then blinks out of existence.
[OOC] Typheous says, "Probably, anyway, nightnight...."
Psyche has received your page: "I don't want to hold you back. I didn't expect Seekings to happen this soon, I guess. You've certainly earned it, this story."
The resolution of Plax fades. With a hiss of static his disconnected body implodes into a single point of light, then blinks out of existence.
Psyche pages: "I'm willing to wait. I'm thinking about marking the 16 XP as spent already, though, and just waiting on it. Fair to you?"
Psyche has received your page: "Of course. Just don't forget you've spent it already, when the time comes."
(remotely) Psyche nods. I won't.
[OOC] Rade says, "night ty"
[OOC] You say, "Night, Mort."
[OOC] Rade hmmmms
[OOC] Rade is going to need a seeking too sometime in the near future.
[OOC] Rade says, "though I don't throw much magic around"
[OOC] You say, "That's not a bad thing. If you would have used magic to solve everything, Lori would have bitched at you for it."
[OOC] Rade grins. "Mostly I just did a lot of groveling and crying....which is in character, but it's still a pansy way to go :)
[OOC] You say, "Well, I suppose so. What would she have done if Al hadn't been playing Nomin and I had killed him, too?"
[OOC] Rade grins. "Been very, very sad. :)
[OOC] Rade says, "he's probably the closest she'll ever get to a love interest, and she's not all that interested in him :)"
[OOC] Rade needs to find a bad boy who can handel Halda :)
[OOC] You say, "Best of luck to her... *grin*"
[OOC] Rade hehs. "Maybe I'll just have to look the other route." :)
[OOC] You say, "Now THAT would be interesting..."
[OOC] You say, "Are you saying your Avatar is a lesbian?"
[OOC] Rade laughs.
[OOC] Rade says, "I thought about having her fall in love with Dina...but thought that might be a bit odd :)"
[OOC] Rade says, "She already loves Halda with all her heart, no need to go further :)"
[OOC] You say, "Let's hope not..."
[OOC] Psyche snugs and discons.
[OOC] You say, "Night, Nykki"
Psyche has lost her link.
[OOC] Rade heh hehs, "Anyway."
[OOC] You say, "You off to bed, too?"
[OOC] Rade says, "ehh, not really, just watching a movie"
[OOC] You say, "I need to get some lunch before Matt gets home so I have the energy to edit the last chapters of _Swords_ tonight. I'll talk to you later, Matt."