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Post by Mankoi on Oct 29, 2014 12:08:47 GMT 1
Fintan thought hard for a moment, trying to remember which Children he'd heard rumors about, so he didn't name one that was already out there.
"If the Child of Wind dies from her wound, it'll be on your head! I imagine they'll chop it off!"
{OOC: roll persuade}
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 29, 2014 18:08:15 GMT 1
There was only one word in reply: "Bullshit!"
[OOC: Yeah, he flattened your little Persuade roll. Sorry.]
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Post by Mankoi on Oct 29, 2014 18:30:37 GMT 1
Fintan glared. "All right, fine then! But if you want me to shut up, you're going to have to come in here and shut me up!"
Fintan proceeded to launch into an extremely rude drinking song, changing some of the lyrics on the fly so that the subject of the song was based primarily around the character and appearance of the guard's mother. This required some creative "rhymes" on the spot, but Fintan figured that only made the song more offensive, if in a different way.
[OOC: Roll taunt, I guess?]
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 29, 2014 18:35:06 GMT 1
The sound the guard made could best be described as that of a beserk rage. From the sounds outside, it seemed like at least four other guards were trying to hold the angry one back - and failing, as the door slammed open a moment later, revealing a heavily-armed guard holding a rather large warhammer aloft.
[OOC: That worked a bit *too* well... we're now in combat! First round order: Fintan, Lemiah, beserk guard, Hairah, the other four guards.]
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Post by Mankoi on Oct 29, 2014 18:45:38 GMT 1
Fintan attempted to conjure up a ball of darkness blocking the vision of the berserk guard, and placed such that it would at least make it difficult for the others to see around it, while pulling his chain taught, hoping to use it as a tripwire.
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 29, 2014 18:48:43 GMT 1
[OOC: Unless someone just blows out the candle, sustaining the ball of darkness will put any of Fintan's other actions at a -2 penalty. For now, though, Cinders! You still have a couple of MP left - using one or two ought to give you a decent chance of crisping a guard... of course, he IS beserk, so we'll see what happens.]
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Post by Prof. Cinders on Oct 29, 2014 20:38:01 GMT 1
Mia dived to the side of the guard, hoping to get around his legs to the other side. She pulled her chain after her, whipping it round to also try to trip the guard - and maybe, by coincidence, knocking the puny candle over.
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 30, 2014 11:11:13 GMT 1
The chain hit the guard's legs. Unfortunately... that was about all it did, he seemed rather unbothered. That was, perhaps, his downfall. Had he been paying attention he might have stepped over the chain with ease, instead of staggering forwards, his warhammer just barely missing Fintan's head.
Hairah, for now, stayed where she was, ready to act if she needed to, while outside the door, the other four guards could be heard frantically whispering - none of them wanted to get involved, but by the same note, they did not want to let their prisoners get turned into little smears on the walls.
[OOC: You missed the candle, but I'll point out you'll be blind if it gets knocked over Cinders! Your character can't see in the darkness... Next round! Hairah is on hold and can act whenever she wants. Uh, this is bad. The beserk guy just pulled a Joker... oh dear.]
The beserk guard seemed rather unaffected by hitting the wall, swinging his warhammer again at Fintan. Unfortunately for the luckless rogue, it smashed into his skull with a sickening crunching sound, and Fintan slumped to the ground, bleeding out rapidly. It did not take an expert healer to work out that the Child of Darkness was dying.
[OOC: Order for the rest of this round: Lemiah, Fintan, guards. First, though, please refer to the Beserk Jokers thread in the Discussion area, Mankoi. And, for that matter, Cinders - for an explanation of what the hell just happened!]
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Post by Prof. Cinders on Oct 30, 2014 11:35:57 GMT 1
[OOC: I kind of assumed the guards would have some kind of light source, and that if I got around the first guy I'd be able to see something... Ah well.]
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 30, 2014 15:03:07 GMT 1
[OOC: Mankoi used a Benny to auto-pass his Vigor roll not to die. Fintan is Incapacitated on four Wounds, and is unable to take any action. Any attempt to move him may result in further injury. Until all Wounds are healed, Fintan is blind in his left eye and has the One Eye hindrance - that means -1 Charisma due to it looking all swollen and icky, and -2 to any rolls that require depth perception. It is now Lemaih's turn.]
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Post by Prof. Cinders on Oct 30, 2014 16:50:38 GMT 1
Mia skidded round, eyes wide at the destruction wrought on her new companion. Wordlessly, she summoned as much energy as she had left, and aimed it all in its fiery form at the berserk guard's crotch.
[OOC: So yeah, exactly what you suggested: remaining MP spent on this, focussing Power; Benny spent on passing Control.]
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 30, 2014 21:26:44 GMT 1
The resulting fireball scorched everyone's hair - and did a whole lot more to the unfortunate ex-bandit. The charred hole burned clean through his torso was only the most obvious damage - practically all of him was blackened and burned, and he was clearly very, very dead. Immediately, Hairah knelt by Fintan's side, doing what she could to stabilise him.
The other four guards looked at each other, and slammed the cell door, audibly locking it shut.
[OOC: A healing roll will take ten minutes - Cinders, your post, but seeing as nobody else is able to talk to you, make it last ten minutes of game time. Hairah is also spending a Benny to autopass the roll.
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Post by Prof. Cinders on Oct 30, 2014 22:55:15 GMT 1
Mia stared at the remains, at first motionless, her arms subconsciously raised in front of her to shield herself from a blow that will never happen. She slumped, falling slowly to the floor, and pushed herself backwards until the wall comforted her back. Pulling her feet towards herself, she hugged her legs and hid her face in her knees, unmoving, silent, and hoping that something would eventually happen to end the nightmare she'd found herself in.
[OOC: She'll stay like that until she either falls asleep or something interrupts her melancholia.]
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Post by Maiyrhia on Oct 31, 2014 19:23:45 GMT 1
[OOC: The first Healing roll brings him around; Hairah will continue to roll, at -1 because of her own injury, -3 because of Fintan's, and -2 because of the lack of supplies - at -6, here we go! ... First roll, success! At -5: Fail. Fail. Fail. Fail, and out of time. The Golden Hour has now expired, and Fintan's remaining two wounds must heal naturally. His left eye remains swollen and icky, and completely blind, although by some miracle Hairah seems to have mended some of the damage.]
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Post by Mankoi on Oct 31, 2014 19:54:05 GMT 1
Fintan was rather surprised to discover he was still alive, and actually took a few seconds to try and make sure that this was, in fact the case. Not knowing what it was like to be dead, he wasn't entirely sure of how to tell the difference. Something was certainly different. It hurt to blink. That was new, but that wasn't it. After a few moments he realized the odd thing was that the left side of his field of vision seemed to be blocked by what appeared to be his own nose. Gingerly, he closed just his left eye.
No difference.
"I think I'm gonna puke..." Fintan muttered. He actually knew this feeling, the first time he'd ever been properly cut, deeply, with a knife, and seen just how far down his own flesh went. It was that same feeling of both horror and revulsion at something part of his body being... wrong. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe normally, stop his heart from pounding.
"The guards... anything on the bodies?" Fintan did not entirely feel like moving, much less escaping, and couldn't see the body of the guard without having to move far more than he wanted to. Thus he was unaware there was just the one body.
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Post by Prof. Cinders on Oct 31, 2014 20:55:54 GMT 1
Mia shifted slightly, gripping her legs even tighter. "I am not going near that... thing," she choked, her voice hoarse as if she had been crying. "He crushed your head like a custard pie. I had to... Do... Something."
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Post by Mankoi on Oct 31, 2014 21:48:16 GMT 1
Fintan was sympathetic. He had always avoided killing people where he could. It was probably a large factor in the fact that fights were seeming to end with his getting smashed on the head lately. The only time he'd killed people were when they tried to kill him first. Which usually meant they were trying to rip him off, or worried that he'd blackmail them. It still wasn't something he was entirely comfortable with... and he was pretty sure he'd never set someone on fire either. From the smell of it, that's what had happened.
"Hey... thanks," he said. He started to drag himself over to the remains of the guard to see if he could find anything of use. "It's... uh..."
He really didn't have anything comforting to say.
"Well... hey, okay. It's hard. Just... it doesn't really make it better, but as long as it's still hard, you know you're a good person, right? It's supposed to be hard. That way you don't do it unless you need to."
Fintan also noticed the fallen guard had left his warhammer. Which was still covered in blood. His own blood. Fintan averted his eyes slightly, but tried to stay practical. Practical was good. Look at what you have, look at what the options are, even if you're afraid that if you look too close at the options, you might see bits of your own brain across them.
"If anyone feels up to it, at some point," Fintan didn't know how injured his companions were, or how long the fight had been. "I bet we could use that hammer to either break the rest of these chains, or smash them out of the wall."
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Post by Prof. Cinders on Oct 31, 2014 22:58:30 GMT 1
"Or search his pockets, see if he has any keys..." Mia slid her head from her knees, watery eyes hovering on Fintan's injuries. She stayed still for a bit, then uncurled herself from the wall, edging closer to the mess of an ex-guard.
Eventually, she muttered, "He killed you. And he was going to kill me... And he deserved it... Right?" She looked at the guard's toasted torso, then back at Fintan. "And... Your friend deserves more thanks than me. She saved you. I just... Made a mess."
She turned back to the guard, still avoiding his face, and began to haltingly search what remained of his pockets.
[OOC: I'm going to assume I need to roll something here, so let's go for Notice.]
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Post by Mankoi on Oct 31, 2014 23:12:45 GMT 1
"You probably saved all our lives," Fintan said, joining in the search. "Although thank you as well, Hairah. And a good rule of thumb: if someone's weapon of choice is a giant hammer, they're sadistic bastards who want to inflict as much pain as possible before they kill a person."
Fintan had made up the rule on the spot, but it seemed true. A hammer was a crappy way to kill someone. If the guard had swung a sword like that at him, he wouldn't have a head anymore. The only reason Fintan could think of to use a hammer is if you like breaking bones better than making a clean kill.
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Post by Maiyrhia on Nov 3, 2014 15:25:18 GMT 1
Hairah smiled at Fintan as they searched the dead man. "I just did what I could, Fintan. A better healer would have been able to fix that wound properly." The guard's pockets did not, unfortunately, contain the set of keys that cliché demanded would be there. They did contain a few candles, a used handkerchief, and a pouch containing a small amount of money.
[OOC: Sorry for the delay.]
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Post by Mankoi on Nov 3, 2014 16:12:48 GMT 1
Fintan very carefully avoided the handkerchief, though he was a little bit surprised that it, the candles, and, for that matter, the pouch, had managed to survive.
"Well, we have a warhammer. I'm sure that could break the chains and get the door down... but not before it alerted absolutely everyone that we were trying to break down the door. ... He may not have keys to these chains, but he got the door open somehow. Either it doesn't lock from the other side, which would be dumb, it'd allow for easy rescue, or he had a door key. He doesn't have a door key now... so where'd it go?"
Fintan put his good eye to the keyhole on the off chance it'd been left in the lock. The other guards were in a panic, it was possible they just locked the door and ran, forgetting about the key. Unlikely, but worth looking for.
[OOC: No worries, we all know you're busy]
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Post by Maiyrhia on Nov 4, 2014 21:49:12 GMT 1
The guards had in fact not run off in a panic - they had locked and barred the door, then returned to their duties, reasonably satisfied that their prisoners were not going anywhere. The key was not in the door.
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Post by Prof. Cinders on Nov 4, 2014 23:14:12 GMT 1
Mia carefully lit the new candles with the original, unwilling to even contemplate the thought of using her own abilities. She placed them around the room, giving them as much light as possible - except by the corpse. Her brief rummage through the pockets was contact enough. Happy with the illumination, she picked up the bag of money. "Perhaps these guys can be bribed. Although it's fairly unlikely, I guess," she said, second guessing herself. She eyed her companions' chains, then nodded. "Might as well try to break those then. You're in no shape to swing a hammer, mind..." Her eyes slipped to Fintan's wounds, then quickly away to the hammer. "And I'm not a strongman. Your friend... Hairah, yes? You feeling up to smashing some chains?"
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Post by Maiyrhia on Nov 7, 2014 19:52:00 GMT 1
Hairah shook her head apologetically. "My arm hurts worse than ever. I could try, but... a warhammer is a heavy thing. I don't think I could use it safely, sorry."
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Post by Mankoi on Nov 9, 2014 18:01:55 GMT 1
"Maybe we should wait," Fintan said. "We're all hurt or worn out in some way... put the hammer in the corner, somewhere in the shadows, maybe? We don't have to escape this second. We could take a rest. And maybe some fortune will come our way."
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