Rafia: Blackwind Mountains and Necropia

[Dragonson]

OOC: I'm not gonna' reply to your actions just yet (waiting for a few more people to post), but seriously flat. :S
I can make out by looking at the current situation that you're gonna' attack the golem with that energy, but it would be SOOOO nice if you'd be abit more descriptive with what EXACTLY your charecter does.

 

[Phoonix]

Hirin looks around tio see if there are any more Drak'Ron around.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: (yeah, well sorry, i just woke up and i am currently 'drinking' my coffee, i should have waited til AFTER i drank it...)

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Gonna' fix your post then?

 

[Crazy Cow]

Mourg grimaced at the mess the Drak'Ron had been turned into. Not exactly a pleasant way to kill someone, but it worked, at least.
He grimaced again as his Warp Wound grew, slowly crawling up his arm. What that meant, he had no idea, but it now looked even more ominous and demonic.
Wondering just what that thing was turning him into, Mourg shot another Necrotic Wave into the berserk golem.

OOC:
I'm just a tad bit confused about my class right now. Am I a Necromancer/Warlock hybrid, or something else?
Spell check, by the way.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC:
Well CC, the whole point of my system is that you start out by a basis of one of the typical class stereotypes.
As you then go through the game, you will slowly become something else, and alot more unique.
So technically your charecter's your charecter. Not something else.

IC:
@Kloth
DM: Melee Attack: Roll (1d6 +5 for Dark Warcry and +6 for Ritual of Power): 6. (17)
Rolling Crit Chart: 6. Übarpwn!
Kloth roars, and with a mighty swing, he cleaves the colem in two.
For a second it seems that the power core will explode, but as it is split, the two pieces become ordinary crystals.

@Taiion
DM: Spell Check: Roll (1d6 +10 for Charge, +5 for Dark Warcry and +6 for Ritual of Power): 3. (24)
With a eardrum piercing scream, Taiion lets out a shockwave of energy that annihalates the remaining group of nearby Drak'Ron, after which he falls to the ground, exhausted.

DM: Remaining Player Actions Aborted due to Lack of Targets.

Vall ran over to Taiion and picked him up.
"We gotta' move NOW! Before they come back! Follow Me!" he shouted and ran through the portal with Taiion's wolf right behind him.

 

[Phoonix]

Hirin ran trough the portal statying with this group of people might prove interesting she tought.

 

[grygon]

Raylik ran through the portal right after Vall.

 

[dead-man-walking]

Kloth smiled at the now lifeless Golem. He muttered to himself "I've never thought that I could... do... that...!". He slurred his Soulblade on his back, took a piece of the Golem's core, and howled before he leaped to follow Vall to the Portal.

 

[Dragonson]

As the last member of the party passed through the portal, Vall put Taiion down on the ground, drew his soulblade and made a cut in the portal frame.
"That should prevent them from following us."
He says as he sighs with releif.

OOC:
Just to explain what a portal frame is:
Ever seen the Twilight Portal in WoW? That round thing?
On that one, the portal frame is the circle.
In Rafia, a portal is generally a shape (usually a stone circle or a doorway) that has been filled with magical energy, and is connected to another such shape.
Now, if one of the two shapes is ragged, travel becomes VERY dangerous, since the magical energy becomes unsteady.

Now, for instance, Vall made a small cut in the Portal's portal frame, which makes the magical energy inside it able to slowly spill out of the portal.
If somebody travels through the portal while the magic is spilling out like this, they will be annihalated.

Also, All party members are through the portal now. Even if they didn't post it.

 

[grygon]

"So what now?" Asked Raylik "We still going to try to follow the necromancers trail or is it gone when the demon was destroyed?"

 

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion lay crumpled on the ground.

 

[Dragonson]

"I don't know."
Vall said as he cast a silent spell.
Taiion felt energy return to his body again.
"I do though know one thing: The Drak'Ron aren't just gonna' let this happen. I can guarantee you that Brenrok will be under seige soon."

 

[grygon]

"Well then shouldn't we be heading back?" Asked Raylik

 

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion hissed. "is there any way we... *coughs* could bring the fight to them? could we possibly take them? with the right planning?' he mused aloud, mainly to himself.

 

[erdniz]

"If we go back to the fort the Drak'Ron will have a reason to attack the fort. But if we don't return to the fort there are no one to control the militia. But i think Taiions plan is good, is there anything they are addicted to?" Zarator said turning to Vall with his question.

 

[Dragonson]

"I have absolutely no idea."
Vall said.
"But there's no way we could defeat them at their city.
They are way too technologically and magically advanced."
He sighed.
"And no matter what we do, they will attack Brenrok.
It will be the first place they look for us."

 

[erdniz]

"Do you think the high priest would listen to us?" Zarator asked.

 

[Dragonson]

"He won't."
Vall said grimly.

 

[erdniz]

"Do you know if they have any rivals, like another race or maybe a group of outcasts?" Zarator asked with a sad face.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion hissed sharply.

"maybe the lich's lair will hold awnsers."

 

[Phoonix]

"Does it really matter where you people fight? not that it is of interest to me but... a fight is probably inevitable no mater what you do, I'd use that fort of your's to your advantage."

 

[grygon]

"I agree with the elf" Said Raylik "This battle is going to happen, we can't afford to lose Brenrok, so we might as well have fortifications to aid us."

 

[Dragonson]

Vall nodded.
"By the way..."
He said, turning to the newcomer.
"May i ask your name?
I prefer knowing who i fight alongside with."

 

[Fussiler1]

''Brenrok will not fall.'' he murmured to himself.
Then, his stream of thoughts was interrupted as he looked at the newcomer.

 

[Phoonix]

he smiles "My name is Hirin, Hirin Bahnboon. what about you?"

 

[Dragonson]

"I am Vall Towershield.
Lifegive. A undead Lifegiver, but a lifegiver nonetheless."
Vall replies.

 

[erdniz]

Zarator follows Valls lead and says:
"I am Zarator Katarim.
Necromancer, not a skilled one but i am getting there."
He stand a minute examining the elf's body before a thought slipped into his mind, he turned to Kloth.
"Vile we talk about introductions, who are you wolf-man?"

 

[grygon]

"I am Raylik, and I'm pretty good with the dagger" Said Raylik "But yes, who are you wolf-man?"

 

[Fussiler1]

''Niahcluc.'' he simply said.

 

[Crazy Cow]

With all the chaos, Mourg had missed the wolf-man.
"Mourg, of Auchin'Zul," he said, seeing as everyone else was introducing themselves. "Back to the matter at hand, going to Benrock seems like the best idea right now. How do they know we are from Benrock, anyway?"

 

[dead-man-walking]

"I... am... Kloth... A cursed... wolf... of... Bloodhowl... Pack..."

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Note that Kloth WAS infact a wolf, and not a man, before he were turned into a werewolf.
His speech abilitites and therefore not very advanced.

IC:
"The Bloodhowl Pack?"
Vall said, Surprised.
"Never heard of them. Don't Werewolves usually call their groups "clans"?"

 

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion was listening intently, his intense hatred and rage building.

 

[erdniz]

"A cursed wolf? So you are "cursed" with the ability to stand, use weapons and speak? In my eyes thats hardly a curse." Zarator said.

 

[Dragonson]

"It might be if you're a wolf.
Animals are careless, and go through life without having to bug themselves with questions of life and death."
Vall said.
"Ignorance is bliss, they say."

 

[dead-man-walking]

"Fight... Demon... Insane... Werewolf Bite... Cursed... CURSED!!!" Kloth roared as tears flow down through his cheeks, remembering the death of his comrades when they are fighting the demon.

 

[Dragonson]

"If nothing else, you clearly have a troubled past."
Vall mutters.
"We could take you with us if you wish to join the group."

 

[SoLmaster]

Huntico was limping back to Brenrok. "Hello guys. Open the gate." Huntico was wounded and using my spear to keep himself up.

 

[Phoonix]

OOC: Dragon could you add my character to the first page now?

IC: Pitiful creature Hirin thinks while looking at Kloth "so when will we be going" he asks the group.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC:
Heh. :S Sorry.
I'm really busy, and i keep forgetting it.
What page did you post it on again?

Also, SoL:
1: It's Brenrok.
2: There's no players AT brenrok right now.
There are a few guards, but the gate is closed for the night.

IC:
"I say we head back to the fort as fast as possible."
Vall says, looking around at the others for any clues to their opinions.

 

[Phoonix]

OOC: page 217 - 219 i think

Edit: sorry it's 222

 

[Crazy Cow]

"Benrock sounds great," Mourg said. "I can't think of any better options."

 

[Fussiler1]

''Brenrok's best, I guess, mhm?'' he reacted.

 

[dead-man-walking]

Kloth nodded to Vall. It's not like he had more options to choose from.

 

[SoLmaster]

OOC:Edited it.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC:
Okay. Let's do some time skip, and say that the party arrives at brenrok now.
Meanwhile, Huntico's been having some problem with the guards.

IC:
"I'm sorry traveller, but we can't let anybody in until our leaders return."
A guard said, peeking out of a window in the wall.

 

[SoLmaster]

"I am huntico, one of your leaders back from a trip. Also I am wounded and need a healer. Where did the other's go?"

 

[Dragonson]

"They went to hunt a lich, or something."
The guard says as he opens the gate.

 

[SoLmaster]

"Good for them. Thank you." Huntico walked in and saw the people. "I need a healer and a mage. Any takers?"