IC - Axis Umbra

Post by **Curren** » Tue Jan 20, 2009 9:28 pm

'So the maelstrom must be the exit out of here then.' Curren muses as circles around it with Frank in his arms at a blinding speed.

Can I see anything in the whirlwind?

Perception and Magic Theory of: 9 5 5 5 5 4 4 3 3 1 Five hits

Post by **arcanus** » Wed Jan 21, 2009 12:49 pm

The Maestrom suddenly slowed, not allowing his guard down Curren watched and was unpleasantly rewarded as the tornado then accelerated to a horrifying velocity, tendrils of ragged force and debrie shot out in huge arcs forming a terrifying threshing machine of gigantic proportions.

GM wrote:Both make an Initiative+Grade of Initiation roll & a Charisma+Willpower+GOI roll.

Post by **Drake** » Wed Jan 21, 2009 1:10 pm

GM wrote:Both make an Initiative+Grade of Initiation roll & a Charisma+Willpower+GOI roll.

Init + GoI(2 or haven't i bought that yet?): 5 5 4 4 4 3 (2 hits)

Charisma + Will + GoI: 20 11 7 5 5 5 4 3 2 2 2 2 (10 hits!)

Post by **Curren** » Wed Jan 21, 2009 1:24 pm

Init + GoI: 7 6 5 and change 3 hits

Charisma + Will + GoI: 8 6 5 5 5 5 4 2 2 1 1 6 hits

Post by **arcanus** » Wed Jan 21, 2009 9:34 pm

The tendrils reach screaming intensity and velocity, Curren darts into an arcing pattern losing Drake in the roar.
A large section of flotsum slams him sideways, as he searches the rage for Drake.
Drake is swatted across the smeared sky, oddly his form seems to absorb the majority of the blow, pure force of will shrugging off the damage.
Currens sliver platemail suit glints as shrapnel reflects off it.

GM wrote:3 Blocks of damage each.
Make further Charisma + Will + GoI & Logic+Perception rolls?

Post by **Curren** » Thu Jan 22, 2009 9:08 am

Ouch! That must put me up to one below serious.

Arcanus or Drake, could you do the roll for me? I don't have the dice or the roller program at work. I have 13 dice to use for the GOI etc, and 10 to use for Logic and Perception.

Furthemore I would like to invest 4 of my magic pool dice to me and the other 4 to Frank. Can you please delegate the magic pool dice to the lowest test successes?

Post by **arcanus** » Fri Jan 23, 2009 11:06 pm

Still searching for Drake in the chaos, Curren darts from side to side attempting to prevent further collision from his mounting wounds.
As he peers through the end of the world confronting him, he sees that he could well be right a huge tunnel seems to run through the centre of the maelstroms column.
Further debrie reflects off his platemail armour, Curren feels his face become more and more sandblasted by the airborne particles.

Post by **Curren** » Sat Jan 24, 2009 1:27 am

Can I see Frank? Perception + Magic of 11 5 5 4 4 3 2 2 1 1 1 1 1 3 hits

I will open up full Ascelerity to avoid the worst of the Maelstrom.

I will attempt to calculate a safe a clear route into the eye of the tornado; this will help me when (if) I have located Frank. Perception + Magic of 7 5 5 5 5 4 3 3 3 2 2 1 1 5 hits

Post by **arcanus** » Sun Jan 25, 2009 3:41 pm

Currens eyes stung from the angry blizzard that flowed past him, he could see no sign of Frank and with that chilling thought his heart sank.
His ordinarily mirror bright astral platemail armour now appeared tarnished as the debrie wore away at not only his astral body but his very soul itself.

Looking through the maelstrom he could see the top of the column yawn before him, the torrent now so rapid in its revolution and assault that it had smeared into a rust brown.

Using the full power of his Metatalents Curren darted too and thro avoiding the larger pieces of jagged fury, to his dismay he saw the crackle of lightning start to climb the tornado column, branching out electrically striking nearby larger objects within the looser surrounding curents.

Post by **arcanus** » Sun Jan 25, 2009 3:49 pm

As with many metaplanes the power of flight was as easily attained within this realm for those of arcane power as it was upon the etheric plane.
However the fury of the tornado added its own momentum, flinging the atral form of Frank Drake through its midsts, as he was propelled from one random direction to another he sank lower and lower into the rust coloured clouds.

He was raw, abraided by the winds of sand like flotsum.
As Franks inner power began to dim, his willforce beginning to give in, his astral form reaching a point of no return he senses that small glimmer of hope.

'Metal'

As lightning rose up the tornadoes column, searching for him, hunting for him, to such an extent several strikes exploded painfully close to him. The debrie swirling around him, now charged with ions, however within this reaction something had changed, something was now attractive, something was now within Frank Drakes power.