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[berelinde]

{Our first one-shot of the game!

 

You forgot to deduct the wolf's Armor Rating, but 20 will still kill it.}

[ChachiBobinks]

"Maker, preserve us!" Etienne's head whipped as he narrowly missed being waylaid by the wolf. He turned in time to see Rael make quick work of the one that sought to attack her. He smacked the other wolf, the one that thought it would get he best of him. {Wolf 14}

 

Quick glances afforded him just enough knowledge that there were people who needed his help. But with a wolf liking the way he looked, he had no other choice - a fact that weighted heavily on his mind and conscience. 

 

Spoiler

Arcane Lance

3d6+4 → [2,4,5,4] = (15) +1 from Stay Aware (HITS)

http://invisiblecast.../search/1463142

 

1d6+4 → [6,4] = (10) (DMG) - 3 AC = 7

http://invisiblecast...r/view/4583329/

 

 

EDIT: Right! Duh. *fixed*

[berelinde]

{Arcane Lance is a range weapon, not a spell, so its damage is reduced by armor. Your attack does 7 points damage.}

[Lorien19]

After her last attack Laurelin's vision began to blur,her ears were ringing.To the point that the only thing she could hear,was her own heartbeat.
However catching her breath was out of question,when the rest of her party was being attacked.
Although,she decided not to use a large amount of mana and thus she summoned a small blast of energy in order to assist Bartha,who was clearly in need of help.
The wolves were attacking her mercilessly,so Laurelin pointed her staff towards the ninth(according to her calculations)wolf.
The beasts certainly outnumbered them,it felt like every single wolf in the Brecilian forest, decided to attack them this particular day.
Everything looked rather grimm,and this without considering the amount of death they encountered.
"Things can't get any worse today!"She thought.

Then suddenly,the blast of energy faded.
"Blast it!"She muttered and lowered her staff.
3d6+3 → [1,4,3,3] = (11)(fail)
http://invisiblecast...r/view/4583366/
Laurelin attempts to cast arcane lance at wolf 9,but fails.

[TreeHuggerHannah]

Her spell did damage, but it wasn't enough to stop the onslaught. One of the wolves barreled into Tempest, knocking her to the ground and ripping into her arms with sharp teeth. Instead of casting another spell, she was forced to struggle to get back onto her feet.

 

The damage was... bad. No single injury was a mortal wound, but the cumulative total was becoming a serious problem. That thought angered Tempest so much it surprised her. 

 

It wasn't the wolves she was angry at. They were just animals, following some inexplicable instinct. The older mages back in Kirkwall had always said wild animals were more afraid of you than you were of them, and would hide from people instead of attacking. Clearly that was not the case - whether the older mages were wrong or there was something wrong with these wolves, Tempest wasn't sure, but they definitely weren't trying to avoid human contact. Ultimately, though, the creatures were not capable of higher thought.

 

Her anger was more nebulous than that. There was no clear target... except perhaps the Maker, blasphemous as that was.

 

Was she really going to die here? After all she had been through, would it end like this, among strangers and far from home? With her children never knowing why she had disappeared? Had they all not suffered enough? Had she not paid her dues in full?

 

Through years of pain, it had been hope that sustained Tempest. A small but powerful hope burning deep within, telling her something better awaited. That this was a test of faith, and when she had proven her devotion, she would be allowed some consolation.

 

Were the past few happy months really all that she would be allotted? What had she done to deserve this?

 

The anger was a powerful motivator. Even now, Tempest was not going to give in. She was determined to survive if at all possible. Hope might not be warranted at this point, but she was not ready to give up on life. Not now, and not ever.

[berelinde]

Plot Post

 

As suddenly and silently as the wolves appeared, they fled.

 

{All allies may take a parting shot (melee, ranged, or arcane), should they choose to do so, or Heal/Take a Breather if they prefer. Let's keep to attack order this round, and resume exploration mode (and at-will posting) thereafter.}

 

Bartha

Wolves: fleeing

Tessa

Beldin

Rael

Etienne

Laurelin

Tempest

[Mahumia]

Bartha glared at the wolf that was pulling on her thigh. The jolts of pain it caused joined the other alarming signals into a dazing mess. She knew she was getting exhausted and would not be able to keep it up for long, but she refused to give in. Panting, she moved in her daggers to stab the wolf on both sides of the neck.

 

{Bartha attacks wolf 9 and does 4 damage}

 

Rolls:

Spoiler

Attack

3d6 + 3 → [2,1,6,3] = (12)

3d6 + 3 → [1,5,3,3] = (12)

 

3d6 + 3=12, 3d6 + 3=12

 

Damage:

1d6 + 1 → [3,1] = (4)

1d6 + 1 → [5,1] = (6)

 

1d6 + 1=4, 1d6 + 1=6

[berelinde]

Wolf 9 yelps and keeps running.

[BFace]

As Tessa braced herself for the fight involved in getting to her feet in the middle of this pack of wolves, she realized she was no longer being attacked.

 

Still laying flat on her back, unable to draw more than the most shallow and cautious of breaths, she raised her head and saw that what was left of the wolves was fleeing as one.  

 

She let her head fall back into the dirt, then she stared at the sky and wheezed, "Maker be praised."

[berelinde]

Wearily, Beldin raised his axe for another blow, but the wolf was already gone, springing up the stairs and past Bartha without even pausing to sniff at its fallen packmates. He let the axe fall and slumped against the wall, panting with fatigue and relief at the respite.

 

He half crawled out onto the grass and collapsed, curling onto his side and clutching his wounded pride.

[mysteriouspast]

Rael took a breath, feeling as though she hadn't done so in hours. The battle was over and the enemy, such as it was, had fled. She quickly turned her attention to Tempest and Tessa, both having been on the receiving end of the wolves' teeth. 

 

Tessa looked hardy enough, but Tempest had barely staggered to her feet, her wounds still flowing. Rael rushed to her side and pulled out her injury kit.

 

"Those injuries look serious," she said gravely. "Here, let me help you." Rael took some care bandaging Tempest's wounds, staunching the flow of blood.

 

Healed Tempest for 8 points (I THINK!)

 

Spoiler

 

3d6 + 2 → [6,3,1,2] = (12)

http://invisiblecast...r/view/4584528/

[berelinde]

{Yup, Dragon Die(6)+Cunning(2)}

[berelinde]

Plot Post

 

Combat is over, and exploration mode begins. Mend your bruises, take a breather, and decide who's exploring what next.

[Mahumia]

Bartha stared in the direction in which the wolves had just fled. It took her some time to realize that the fight was indeed over. She put her daggers away, trembling, and went to sit down. She hissed as her leg protested against the pain, and proceeded to lay down on her back. She closed her eyes and took in some deep breaths. As the adrenaline started to leave her body, she became more aware of the pain. Her stomach twisted and she gagged a few times, but managed to prevent herself to start throwing up. 'And I thought that bringing such a large group was overkill... Bloody wolves.' Her hand reached out to her water flask, which she removed from her belt. Carefully she brought it to her mouth and poured in some water. 'I probably shouldn't do that too often... I don't want to know what I look like at the moment.'

 

She opened her eyes and looked at the blue sky. Carefully she tried to sit up. Although her body protested, she managed to do so. She looked around at the others, and noticed that Tempest was already receiving help and Beldin was laying down a bit further. At least no one was looking her way at the moment. She glanced at her torn armor and rendered flesh. 'Ugh, disgusting... and if the pain is an indicator, my neck and jaw look even worse....' She bit on her bottom lip. 'No time for self-pity,,, you'd only prove that mum and dad were right: that it was foolish to go on the road alone.' She wrinkled her nose as she thought about her mums probing to 'forget about that nonsense and just find a suitable husband and settle down...' She took another sip of her water. 'No... at least not yet.' Her gaze caught the cellars door and she raised a brow. "How many more people are we looking for again?" She looked around, to see if anyone was able to answer her question.

 

{Barta takes a breather and heals for 5+4+1=10 HP. }

 

Edited for having 4 constitution, not 2.. oops XD

[TreeHuggerHannah]

Tempest was so relieved she started shaking when the wolves finally abandoned the attack. She managed to scramble to her feet, but she was so lightheaded from blood loss she had to sit down again. Helping the others would have to wait until she could get herself into slightly better shape to be of use to them.

 

As it turned out, Rael beat her to the punch and began tending to Tempest's wounds before Tempest even had a chance to finish taking inventory of what most urgently needed to be repaired.

 

"Thank you," Tempest said with genuine gratitude. She would be able to repair more of the damage with magic, but Rael's assistance in patching her up would make it easier to concentrate when she did so. "That is so kind..."

 

Her relief turned to fear when she felt Rael start to loosen one of her wrist wraps to bandage her injured arm. Before she had time to say anything, the wrap had fallen down around her hand, exposing the pale flesh of her wrist.

 

Dozens of raised scars stood out from elbow to the joining of her arm with her hand. Some were white with age, lighter than the surrounding skin, and some were still red or deep purple. All were thoroughly healed.

 

Tempest looked at her scars - she rarely saw them herself, covered as they always were - and then at Rael and any other of her companions who had noticed the little scene.

 

"I'm not a blood mage," she said pleadingly. "I swear I'm not. Please don't kill me."

 

She was all too aware that if the others decided to gang up and attack her, there wouldn't be much she could do.

[mysteriouspast]

Rael could do nothing more than stare at Tempest, eyes wide in confusion. What exactly was happening here? She was bandaging the mage's arm and saw some scars--a LOT of scars, really. But the sight of them did not inspire horror or anger or whatever the mage imagined she was feeling. Instead, Rael only felt pity. Tempest had clearly suffered greatly in her life, and Rael was not one to add to someone's troubles.

 

"I don't know what a blood mage is," she said quietly as she swiftly replaced the wrappings on Tempest's arms. Whatever it was, being a blood mage meant fearing others for some reason. Rael had no idea what that could mean and was not eager to find out.

 

Tempest was looking at her with wide, terrified eyes. Maker, the mage was afraid of her. It was ludicrous, really, that one so powerful should fear a simple bard like Rael. "But I won't tell anyone what I saw. Please don't be afraid." She looked into Tempest's eyes with an expression she hoped was more reassuring than confused. "You are safe here."

[ChachiBobinks]

Etienne swung his staff over his shoulder and into it's holster, then glanced around the group quickly. Most were seemed to be tending to their wounds, and his last experience with offering help to Beldin didn't go well, so he made a beeline for Bartha instead.

 

"Excuse me, messere," he said quietly as he surveyed her wounds. "Would you be opposed to healing?"

 

Dwarves were practically a foreign concept to him. Any experience he had with them was when he was still a young child, memories that had long since faded. But he did know them to be incapable of magic and assumed that meant they'd be somewhat hesitant. 

[Lorien19]

Laurelin furrowed her brow in confusion when she realized that the wolves were actually fleeing.
A feeling of relief flooded over her at the sight of the pack retreating,disappearing in the horizon.
She wasn’t really fond of killing them.In fact she wasn’t fond of killing anything.
She sheathed her staff,every movement was an enormous effort from her part,to prevent herself from falling on the ground and sleep for Creators know how long.
Casting so many spells,drained her energy and mana respectively.
It wasn't the right time to rest though,since her mission was far from completed.
She looked around,to reassure that everyone was alright,this is what a Keeper would do right?Even though the people in question,wasn't her clan,but a group of strangers she met the night before.
Bartha and Tempest,were having their wounds tended by Rael and Etienne.
On the other hand,Tessa and Beldin were still lying down,both of them wounded.
From the condition of their wounds,she could tell that Beldin was the one who needed her help the most,since the beasts practically ganged up on him.
So she decided to check up on him first.
She approached him quietly and kneeled besides him.
"Are you alright?"She asked calmly "Do you need healing?"

[Mahumia]

Bartha looked up when Etienne adresses her: "No, please go ahead. I suppose I could use some help." She motioned at a pouch on her belt: "I think I have some bandages left, if you need them." She pondered for a moment: "Etienne, would you happen to know a mage called Elias? Human, tanned skin and dark hair and eyes? I guess he'd be in his early to mid twenties."

[mysteriouspast]

Everyone was on the mend, it seemed. Rael looked around before setting her eyes on the second farmhouse. The sooner they investigated, the sooner they would find what tragic fate undoubtedly befell the rest of this luckless family. Then she could get as far away from this wolf-infested farm as possible.

 

"When you're ready," she said to everyone within earshot. "There is still another house. I think we should stick together this time, perhaps."

[berelinde]

"I'm not a blood mage," Tempest's quiet, pleading voice cut through the sludge of pain and relief that filled Beldin's mind. "I swear I'm not. Please don't kill me."

 

An icy shudder passed through his body. The elven minstrel - Rael, he reminded himself - might not know what a blood mage was, but he did. Raised in turns by his superstitious grandmother and Logerwold's aging and equally superstitioius revered mother, his education was liberally seasoned with tales of blood mage atrocities. Some of the walking abominations that stalked his childhood nightmares were probably invented to frighten him into obedience, but the ones he read about later, once his religious training began in earnest, were almost certainly factual.

 

And he had heard "I'm not a poacher! These deer were dead and gutted when I found them!" too many times to take denial at face value.

 

But whatever she was, he was not about to confront her with his bleeding man parts dangling out of his now-shredded breeches. Now that the exhilaration of combat was over, he was becoming aware of just how sore he really was. Everything hurt: his groin, his savaged shield arm, the shoulder he wrenched when he struck the wall, and his ego. His companions were just as damaged as he was - or worse! - and he had failed to protect them as he should. He could live with the bruises. The bards sing of heroic duels and stunning victories, but he had been a soldier long enough to know that infantry - the men with the shields - were there to attract enemy fire while the archers and the scouts picked them off one by one. But try explaining tactics to a wolf!

 

So absorbed in his failures was he that he failed to notice the elven mage's approach. Had someone called her Laurelin?

 

"Are you alright?" she asked. "Do you need healing?"

 

He sat up, a move hindered by the shield still strapped to his mangled arm, and hastily pulled down his tunic to cover his rent breeches. More fumbling with the shield ensued, until he cast it away in disgust.

 

"Everyone keeps asking me that," he said dazedly. "What do you mean?"

[berelinde]

Plot Post, Addendum:

 

Everyone gets 300 experience from this encounter.

[Lorien19]

Laurelin was too distracted by the incident with Tempest,as a result she didn't notice Beldin who sat up rather abruptly when she addressed him,startling her.

"Everyone keeps asking me that,"he said dazedly."What do you mean?"
She couldn't tell,whether he was nervous or alerted by the way he was fumbling his shield
Her neck however,was already starting to ache by looking up at him,so she stood up calmly and crossed her arms.
"What I mean?"Confusion apparent in her voice "Well,you're injured so I thought that you'd need help."She shrugged,"I don't know how to cast healing spells...But I know how to tend wounds."
She glanced around and then looked back at him.

[BFace]

Tessa heard just enough of the conversation between Rael and Tempest to wish she hadn't.  It felt too much like eavesdropping. She sat up and drew a cautious breath. It did not seem to kill her, so she drew another one.

 

As Tess rested her elbows on her knees, she looked around at her fellows.  Bartha looked bad, but she was being tended to, so she turned her gaze toward Beldin.  He looked coherent and a little crotchety, but he was covered in blood so it was no wonder. 

 

Tessa wrinkled her nose. Some fighter she was. Couldn't even protect the mage beside her. Who wasn't a blood mage. She swore.

 

Tess closed her eyes and took a slow but deep breath. Tessa knew that most of the templars in Lothering were terrified of the idea of a blood mage and to be honest, the idea curdled her own stomach a bit.  But this woman certainly didn't seem like some raving abomination. Not that Tess had ever seen one.

 

Anyway, Tessa was beginning to feel like the Maker had lead her here, if not to be eaten by wolves, then to begin to see what it is a templar actually does.  So. Rael was right, really. Tempest was safest here.  

 

Tessa would be honor bound to protect each of these mages if she had to, but also, she would need to be able to strike one down if she (or he, Tess thought to herself) resorted to the evil art so that no one else had to live with the taking of life.

 

"When you're ready," Tessa heard Rael call out,  "There is still another house. I think we should stick together this time, perhaps."

 

Tessa nodded and stiffly rose to her feet, pressing her hand to her hip where that one wolf had gotten her.

 

'Blast,' she thought to herself, 'now I'll have to mend my armor.'

[berelinde]

"I don't know how to cast healing spells," he heard Laurelin say, and he was almost too relieved to listen to the rest. He had heard that some mages could heal with magic, but the lights and flashes he'd seen had been enough for one day.

 

And then he thought about the sites of his injuries, and he blushed to his hairline. Allowing her to treat his arm would require him to remove his shirt in public - which was not going to happen - and his lower injuries...

 

"Beg your pardon, miss," he said. "It's a bit... er... awkward."