IC - Axis Umbra

Post by **Drake** » Wed Apr 08, 2009 1:41 pm

arcanus wrote: Drake: Make a Magic+Logic test?

Magic + Logic: 5 5 (But 2 Hits)

Post by **arcanus** » Wed Apr 08, 2009 3:37 pm

arcanus wrote:Drake: Make a Magic+Logic test?

Drake wrote:Magic + Logic: 5 5 (But 2 Hits)

GM wrote:Drake: Make a Magic+Willpower test?

Post by **Curren** » Wed Apr 08, 2009 3:54 pm

GM wrote:
Curren: Make a Magic+Charisma test?

16 9 9 5 5 5 5 4 4 4 2 2 1 1 8 hits

Post by **arcanus** » Wed Apr 08, 2009 5:17 pm

The assembled footpads stop, turning to regard Curren.
A sharp crack is heard from a corner as Nebblesworth, impacts one of the attackers face's against the alley wall.
The footpads are assembled within a cluster, opening out Curren see's Frank held with a shortsword at his throat.

Post by **Curren** » Wed Apr 08, 2009 7:11 pm

'Ah...Bollocks....' The englishman muttered in frustration as he gazed on the situation.

'Gotta bluff this out.' he thinks as he points his rapier at the goblin holding Frank.

'If you lay a finger on him mate, they'll be spending a fuckin' week sweeping up the peices!' he growled. 'And I'll string the rest of you cunts up as a warning to all footpads; and use your blood to make black puddings! Let him go, and stand down!'

Magic and Charisma of: 10 10 8 5 4 4 4 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 2 6 Hits

Post by **Drake** » Thu Apr 09, 2009 9:01 am

GM wrote:Drake: Make a Magic+Willpower test?

Magic + Willpower: 11 11 11 8 8 5 5 (10 Hits!)

(What counts as a Crit these days?)

Frank blinks a few times and suddenly the reality of the ethereal quest comes flooding back to him. In the sudden confusion and after being thrown into a muddy puddle he had quite forgotten what was going on!

"you'd better do what he say... Do what he say!" whimpers Frank to the large creature, "If you don't, the last thing to go through your head will probably be your sword! Ha"
The creature easily lifts Frank with one hand, and holds his short sword under Franks throat with other. It gruffs and huffs in a gutteral way.
Frank can feel the creatures heartbeat as he is pulled in close to it's mammoth chest, he can feel the breathing, and the tensing of muscle.
"That's a bit of irony for you... being killed with your own sword. You like irony?"
The creature shifts it's weight from foot to foot, eyeing up Curren, ignoring the mutters of this tiny gnome. A gnome who had no weapons, and who posed no threat. Study Curren, he was the threat.
"I like irony, but I prefer just iron" continues Frank as he turns his head slightly behind the blade. "Iron is very nice. Lots of iron in the metal in
your sword...". He waits until the creature breathes out, and right at the very end of the goblins exhale he fires.
Frank judges the creature's strength by the way it easily holds him, and knows only the Big Guns in his magical arsenal will move the blade quickly enough. In one fluid motion the big goblin very quickly should move the blade away from Frank, and appear to plunge it through it's own head.

Casting Super Enhance Movement (+4 Edge)
Magic + Sorcery + Edge: 11 11 10 7 5 5 5 5 5 (12 Hits)
Drain: 11 7 7 7 5 5 5 5 (Taken)

Post by **arcanus** » Sun Apr 12, 2009 9:42 pm

The goblin footpad tenses and then struggles, lofting the blade and then thrusting it awkwardly into the side of his own head, the lifeless bady falls away and pandemonium breaks loose.
Frank ducks to one side as a blade slams into the ground beside him, another footpad taking a swing.
Fitch launches from the shadows, two circular blades wrapped around his hands, each weaving in a circular motion, ending with the severing of another of the footpads throats.
A further demonstration of power from the diminutive Drake and the remaining four footpads broke and vanished into the shadows.

"Wez must prezz onz" grunts Nebblesworth, who barges past the Soldiers and deeper into the maze like alleyways "Wez cuzon" he bellows.

Post by **Drake** » Thu Apr 16, 2009 9:03 am

Because Frank used such a powerful spell to take control of the sword, he remains in control without too much concentration.
The sword, floating in mid air after fending off the rest of the footpads, spins and seems to attach itself to Franks back. It actually hovers a few millimetres behind him, but to most onlookers it appears as if this 18 inch high figure is carrying a sword longer than him on his back.

Post by **arcanus** » Thu Apr 16, 2009 9:16 am

As the party resumes its journey downwards, 'Fitch' sniffs the Gnome.
"One of hidden power" he purrs as if re-evaluating his small companion.
The group descended deeper into narrower and narrower alleys and tunnels, becoming incredibly oppressive, occasionally they cross a threshold, caged in with a howling creature contained, the pitiful misbegottens stretching for the party as they continue.
"Getz off, Muz" grumbles Nebblesworth, as he proceeds
Finally the party arrive after a number of hours, entering a series of circular stone chambers, each with a number of heavy metal doors, 'Nebs' goes from each, trying a large key before finally opening one with grinning devils cast into its surface, both Frank and Malthalamus exchange looks but prepare themselves.

'Nebs' finally swings the door open and the Soldiers are greeted with a kaleidoscope of colours, beams of light and energy patterns, below this breaks a clear blue azure sky and cloud tops.
Directly below the door, extends a precarious metal rigging that ends with a series of winches, pulleys and steel cage/baskets.
Far below extends a vibrant jungle, dotted with crystal blue lakes.

Post by **Curren** » Thu Apr 16, 2009 2:05 pm

'Now don't tell me we have to death slide down that?!' Curren exclaims to Nebblesworth looking with trepidation at the drop below.