[IC] Act 3, Scene 2 : Journey of a Thousand Leagues... [Creation is your oyster]

"It looks like the work of a band at least fifteen strong. Our caravan's presence will likely draw their attention. So, wash up and enjoy yourselves while we have the chance."


Addressing Telega, "My, who would have guessed you were the righteous type. Or am I mistaking your blood lust?"


Handing the appropriate fee to the innkeeper Dujn says to her (In flametongue), "I'd like hot water for bathing as soon as you're able, please."
 
Coriander pointedly ignored Emerk's insinuation.


"It's really none of our concerns." Coriander answered callously, glaring at Telega with a slight scoff "If you want to go play hero, it's your prerogative, but some of us here would prefer to enjoy the hospitality of this town." she groans as she sees Misora's slightly saddened expression at her words "Oh dragons." she mutters to herself.


"You all want to help." she declares, looking around and seeing that they were all of one mind on the matter. She touches her forehead "I swear..." she approaches Telega swiftly "Fine. Tell us more about the situation." at least it'd give her an excuse to piss on someone's shit.


That might just do wonders for her mood.


Somehow she felt ashamed that her opinion was only shared by Dujn. Of all people. That alone told her that her decision to agree to her companions' flight of fancy was the right decision.
 
Yoran eyed Telega, then Coriander, massaging his brow while leaning on the nearest wall. "Lack of defensive formations?" he said in High Realm, not wanting to spook these simple folks with talk of sorcery. "I suppose I could summon earth elementals of some sort to raise a wall. But, as far as mere bandits are concerned, I have a simple spell that can take care of a cavalry charge: the Death of Obsidian Butterflies. Sprays artistically shaped yet deadly shrapnel in a -" he seemed to struggle through the journey's fatigue "- cone a hundred yard long, ten high and thirty wide. Just stay behind me until I unleash it."


Judging by his distracted tone, it was clear that the woes of a little village in the middle of nowhere did not interest him much. But if his companions were to march to war, he would make a point to fight alongside them.
 
"Do you sincerely believe you're the only one who can use that spell? I know a variant in the Mystical Kiseru Method." she tells him in High Realm, though she does acknowledge his offer "If you could bound some elementals to this place to defend it, it would certainly help. Do you think you could do that?" that seemed like a good way to get everyone to shut up about this stupid idea without inconveniencing herself too much.
 
"They come the south and east... there be things that way. Unnatural things," the innkeeper shook her head, quite upset. They've attacked us twice in the last two months. It be only a matter of time before they return. And you be right, there are fifteen to twenty of them. We might be more, but they have weapons."
 
"Unnatural you say? Could you describe them. Preferably in as much detail as you can. Perhaps I can identify their nature." Coriander's curiosity was piqued by this information, if nothing else she wondered if perhaps they had been been the victim of a raid by a nearby Freehold. It was hardly impossible.
 
"Well... they be barbarians, bald with tattoos and masks," the innkeeper shook her her head. "We've never had been able to do anything to them. They strike and then flee like the wind."
 
"Humph. Perhaps wyld barbarians then." she comments to herself, bringing her kiseru to her lips again as she takes note of the villager's seeming apathy. This wasn't right and it overwhelmingly made her want to just drop the subject and enjoy her evening. But she doubted that Telega would drop it. Still, if he was that insistent, then he could do his own thing.


"Do you know anyone who could tell us about how they fight? Or give us more details about their appearance?" she asked, her growing frustration starting to shine through. That innkeeper was NOT endearing herself to her.
 
Misora quietly listened in on whatever the innkeeper had to say. She was knowledgeable in many subjects, so the more information that inkeep gave her, the more likely she'd be able to come up with something.


"If you bring to me your most valuable things, I can protect them with a spell as well."
 
As the innkeeper was about to speak up, there is a faint sound as of shouts outside before one of the caravan drivers is thrown through the window. Bleeding in quite a fatal manner from assorted wounds.


"Like that?" She pointed at the slim figure outside the window that darted away. There were more bandits than anticipated. Fifteen to twenty had been the estimate. There were slightly more than twenty.


Clad in armor of leather and overlapping bronze scales, and wielding a mix of spears, swords and axes, these barbarians appeared ready for business of a most unsavory sort. Their bodies are entirely hairless, and their exposed skin is tattooed in various mottled patterns of blue, green, and black. Six of them wore masks made to look like various snakes, reptiles or was that dragons?


Their attack appears to be wild and unorganized, full of shoutings and hisses, with only destruction in their aim. The villagers and caravan drivers are trying to mount a defense, but it's clear they're seriously outmatched by the barbarians, who are deliberately toying with their victims, taking their time.


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OOC


Join battle roll ~ there be tick tracker here
 
Dujn didn't particularly want get involved, but the line of questioning going on was sounding increasingly like he would be dragged into it regardless. The shattering of the window, unfortunately, proved him right.


Dujn retrieves a tightly bound leather and wood case from within his kimono. Releasing the straps that hold it closed, a small bit of liquid leaks out and drips onto the floor. Opening the case, Dujn holds it in his hand like an opened book, revealing dozens of long, slender needles resting upon a bed of sopped fur.


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Join Battle


Dujn rolled the following in his 5 dice:


1, 10, 9, 10, 1


Using 7 as the target number, the roll resulted in 5 successes.
 
Sighing softly at this unfortunate but somewhat predictable turn of event, Coriander grabs her powerbow along with a single arrow as she yells at everyone in the INN "Stay in the back everyone! If you can fight, go do so now! Otherwise, don't you dare freaking get in the way!" she glanced toward her fellow sorcerers, talking to them both "If we can manage to pin some of those dirty barbarians down in the same area, then any of us can wipe them all out quickly. I'm not sure if it'll be possible, but it's worth a try." she steels herself for what is to come.


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3 successes on Join Battle roll
 
Telega unslung his daiklave from his shoulder and prepared to draw it, smirking a bit.


"My apologies for dragging you into battle, Lady Coriander. I'll be sure to pay for your dinner and bath by way of apology, once I'm done playing hero."


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2 sux on join battle
 
"Looks like we have some sparring partners"


Emerk struggles with drawing his hatches off his back.


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Tepet Emerk rolled the following in his 6 dice:


1, 2, 2, 8, 1, 1


Using 7 as the target number, the roll resulted in 1 successes.
 
Yoran suddenly perked awake, signalling his last remaining elemental, the flame duck Iyazmina, to attend him. Holding his dire lance in a fighting position, he moved towards the nearest exit, ready to impale the first raider to come in. "It seems that we will have to spill some blood before dinner," he commented laconically.


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OOC: 7 successes on JB, 3 for flame duck.
 
The barbarian that rushed into the inn, to the screams and shouts of those within it bore no mask. Clad in naught but scaled armor and bearing an ax.


His attempts at attacking the rear most of the dragonblooded was an abysmal failure as Yoran simply stepped to the side and thus avoided dismemberment.


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OOC


It's now tick 1 and Yoran's turn as the barbarian failed in his attack roll.


Tick Tracker


Barbarian DV is 2, Soak is 3L/7B
 
Yoran waved the tip of his spear left and right, making two quick steps towards the barbarian as if to swing the weapon at him, and, quick as a snake, he feinted with a fast thrust towards the neck.


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OOC: Speed 3, base damage +11L, burning 1 mote for 2 additional dice (1st Melee Excellency), total 12 dice (dex+Melee 7, Accuracy +2, 2 for Excellency, 1 for Flying Heart Jewel)


http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2536948/ total 3 successes, hit with 0 leftover


http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2536954/ 2 lhl inflicted.


If you think it warrants 1 additional die, feel free to roll it (as well as any bonus dice to damage).
 
Misora's eyes started to crackle with electricity as her whole body seemed to surge with energy. Raising up her right arm, and slowly pointing at a relatively close barbarian. "Leave these people alone." Her words even seemed to be filled with pure elemental power.


And then lightning shot from her fingers.


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Attacking Barb #6


http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2537280/


(Glorious Birthright Font (3m now commited), Elemental Bolt Attack (3m spent for 6L) and 4 extra dice (2m spent) with 1st Lore Excellency)


Damage is 12L + 5L - 3L (from soak)


http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2537283/


9L inflicted, very dead Barb #6
 
The blow struck by Yoran is fell, blood gushing from his neck. Clearly this barbarian was not long for the world.


The lightning bolt from Misora is... more impressive and is a good reason for mortals to fear those Chosen by the Dragons. The barbarian who was struck by the bolt of lightning had his mask explode from the sheer force of the elemental energies, revealing a smooth scaly face with snake eyes and a fanged mouth that may or may not have a forked tongue, before he was utterly incinerated by the lightning... leaving a pair of smoking feet.


At the sight of one of the snake men revealed for the wyld mutant that he was, the other masked barbarians threw off their masks to reveal what they were. Misbegotten monster progeny of a moon-mad anathema.


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OOC


Tis now Dujn's action Tick Tracker


Barbarian DV is 2, Soak is 3L/7B


And 3 health levels for those curious.
 
Snakes. This could be both good and bad. I'd better test the waters.


Stepping through the broken window to get a better view of the situation outside, and to try and be out of the way of Coriander's arrows, Dujn sizes up the opposition and chooses a target: one of the snake faced bandits.


With a flick of the fingers, a single needle is let loose and guided by the winds toward its intended target. However, Dujn was sloppy and telegraphed his attack against the snakeman. Effortlessly knocking the needle from the air, the snakeman was no worse off than before the needle attack.


Dujn rolled the following in his 9 dice:


4, 6, 7, 2, 2, 4, 8, 4, 2


Using 7 as the target number, the roll resulted in 2 successes.


+ Stunt


Dujn rolled the following in his 2 dice:


6, 3


Using 7 as the target number, the roll resulted in 0 successes.
 
Despite the presence of the dragonblooded attacking them, it's clear that the barbarians are barbarians as a number of them attacked the villagers. At least the ones without the taint of the wyld and snakes do.


The attempts by two of the wyld tainted barbarians, who charged into the inn, to strike at the Princes of the Earth... fail. Horribly.


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OOC


Coriander's turn and Fire Duckie's turn on the same tick - tick tracker


Barbarian 1 (snake), Barbarian 2 (snake), Barbarian 8, Barbarian 14


http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2539099/


5d10.hits(7) → [5,8,2,10,5] = (2) vs Yoran


5d10.hits(7) → [9,8,6,2,5] = (2) vs Misora


5d10.hits(7) → [3,5,1,4,7] = (1) vs villager #1


5d10.hits(7) → [2,3,7,8,2] = (2) vs villager #2
 
Coriander wasn't impressed in the least by what appeared to be the uncoordinated flaying of a rowdy child from the wyld barbarian, his eyes as an adder amusing her somewhat considering her own personal appreciation and use of poisons. Still, the strike was barely even acknowledged as she lightly grazed his cheek with her nails, sidestepping his strong blow with the practiced ease only available to those of dynastic blood. She did enjoy taunting such wretched little weaklings with the gleeful sadism of a cat though.


In fact, she easily figured that this would make a great opportunity to show off as she swiftly went on the offensive even as the snakeman retrieved his balance, turning around with a high-pitched hiss screaming bloody revenge only to be greeted by an arrow pointed directly between his eyes "Bang. <3" said Coriander even as she attacked with the bare minimum of attention, knowing with utmost certainty that her attack would not miss.


But she hardly gave herself time to pause, her gestures almost eerie in how rapid and elegant they were, almost as if she were playing on the sanxian however her instrument of choice was much deadlier than the usual.


Already some of the villagers had been wounded by these vile savages and that she would not tolerate, not in her presence. Her pride was at stake as one of the noble defenders of the Realm. And so even as she neatly avoided the slumping and quite dead wyld mutant with but a step she shot both mutants with lethal accuracy, aiming for their jugular for the spectacular fountain of blood it would produce.


She did so love the effect this often had on the morale of those who had the sheer audacity to stand before their betters and defy their will. Her tongue darted out of her mouth to slide over her lips, causing them to shine in the slightest in the light of day inside the INN even as her lips curled into a cruel smirk.


Already she could feel her heart racing, she would make sure to keep the last one alive for her personal amusement. Her stern and callous gaze promised no quarters to any who would deny her this pleasure.


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OOC

Go! Go! Flurry![/b]


Total Motes Expenditure: 6 motes personal


3-dice stunt! +6 motes


Attack #1


Dexterity 4 + Archery 4 + Accuracy 5 - Flurry 3 + First Excellency 4 = 14 dice + 2 motes


14d10 → [8,9,8,10,6,5,3,8,10,10,4,10,8,5] = 13 successes


3d10 → [5,3,10] = 2 successes


Arrow 5L + Powerbow 5L + Accuracy 13L - Soak 3L = 20L dice


20d10 → [6,9,1,7,10,4,7,9,5,9,5,4,9,4,7,6,3,4,4,2] = 8 successes


Attack #2


Dexterity 4 + Archery 4 + Accuracy 5 - Flurry 4 + First Excellency 4 = 13 dice + 2 motes


13d10 → [6,7,9,2,3,8,6,5,3,5,8,7,2] = 5 successes


3d10 → [5,9,7] = 2 successes


Arrow 5L + Powerbow 5L + Accuracy 5L - Soak 3L = 12L dice


12d10 → [6,10,4,7,9,5,10,1,9,8,3,1] = 6 successes


Attack #3


Dexterity 4 + Archery 4 + Accuracy 5 - Flurry 5 + First Excellency 4 = 12 dice + 2 motes


12d10 → [6,8,6,1,4,3,6,8,9,2,9,10] = 6 successes


3d10 → [6,9,6] = 1 successes


Arrow 5L + Powerbow 5L + Accuracy 5L - Soak 3L = 12L dice


12d10 → [9,7,9,9,10,10,9,3,9,7,1,8] = 10 successes
 
Launching into attacks, the fire duck soon proves its worth as it attacked the surviving barbarian inside the inn before venturing outside the door. Her fiery fists and kicks did not care that they struck at mortal flesh. Only that it did strike true.


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OOC - tis now Yoran's turn again. Poor Barbarians... why did they attack on the one day when there are exalts in the town?


Tick tracker


List of casualities


snake men (6)


-3


barbarians (18)


-4


http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2539572/


12d10.hits(7) → [7,9,3,1,2,7,2,6,10,8,3,2] = (6)


12d10.hits(7) → [8,4,8,2,7,8,4,1,2,4,1,8] = (5)


12d10.hits(7) → [1,3,3,3,8,6,4,9,2,5,2,10] = (4)


12d10.hits(7) → [9,4,2,7,5,6,5,2,8,1,7,10] = (6)


http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2539580/


4d10.hits(7);3d10.hits(7);5d10.hits(7);7d10.hits(7) → [8,10,7,6] = (3)


4d10.hits(7);3d10.hits(7);5d10.hits(7);7d10.hits(7) → [2,5,1] = (0)


4d10.hits(7);3d10.hits(7);5d10.hits(7);7d10.hits(7) → [1,3,8,3,9] = (2)


4d10.hits(7);3d10.hits(7);5d10.hits(7);7d10.hits(7) → [9,10,10,8,6,5,5] = (4)
 
Yoran, after deflecting the attack from the last barbarian to assault him, swung his dire lance at his attacker, the blood of his previous strike visible only as a flicker of droplets flying off along the blade's trajectory... Which the barbarian narrowly avoided. Cursing in High Realm, the Fire Aspect gritted his teeth in frustration, ready to channel Essence on his next strike...


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OOC: strike on the last one to attack Yoran.


http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2539832/ http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2539840/ mmh only two successes...
 
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