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Post by Mushgnome on Aug 31, 2011 13:51:23 GMT -6
The acceleration is gut-wrenching as the giant dragonfly lifts off.
"My divinations predict there is a village of the Jales somewhere around here," shouts the Purple Stranger over the whipping wind.
The dragonfly climbs in a widening spiral. The landscape below you is devoid of familiar landmarks. The horizon is dominated by the black cone of an immense volcano to the northwest.
The Purple Stranger is lost in concentration as he scans for signs of human habitation. His search pattern takes you to the south, away from the ominous volcano.
(1d6=6)
Your rapturous appreciation of the scenery is interrupted by a sudden darkness that makes the hair stand up on the back of your neck in instinctive prey reflex. "Uh-oh," curses the purple man. You crane your neck and squint upward; the sun is completely blotted out by a swooping, diving shadow...
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Post by ehiker133 on Aug 31, 2011 15:22:15 GMT -6
(Assuming he still has it) The Shadow tightens his grip on the obsidian-tipped spear, and prepares for using it as best he can, mounted on the back of a giant dragonfly and sitting behind the Purple Stranger. (ah HA! So now that we've started a new battle, does the Shadow get a new HP roll??  ) |
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Post by Mushgnome on Aug 31, 2011 16:38:22 GMT -6
Sadly The Shadow has been reduced to 0+1 hit dice or 1 hit point; he requires 4 more days of rest (1/2 week rounded up) to restore his full 1+1 hd...
Initiative is rolled: Team Dragonfly 6, swooping mystery attacker 2
Shadow and the Purple Stranger, in a split-second display of reflexes, grasp their spears and set them to receive the charge (a successful hit will inflict double damage).
Your first impression of the attacker is a garish confusion of flapping zig-zag patterns; the gigantic wings of the creature are a perversion of a tropical butterfly's splendor. Its wingspan is somewhat less than the dragonfly's, but its dolm-colored body is more massive, like a bloated bumblebee. At the end of its long articulated neck is a saucer-shaped head with three eyes and a terrible, serrated beak! It divebombs your dragonfly, but you are ready to meet the charge...
While riding the dragonfly you are considered Light Horse to the Swooping Butterfly's Medium Horse. Thus you roll 1 die per 2 men and need a 6 to hit. 1d6+1 = 4; your puny spears are no match for this monster of the air!
Then it slams into you! (1 die, needs a 5 to hit; rolled a 3) But the dragonfly is agile and instinctively dives to negate the impact. No damage is done, but the two giant insects are locked in struggle and spiraling out of control toward the jungle below as you cling to the harness for dear life!
Your intention for Round 2?
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Post by ehiker133 on Sept 1, 2011 7:09:54 GMT -6
While the two creatures are locked together, the Shadow takes the opportunity to try and jab at the attacking creature with his obsidian spear.
Other than that, he holds on for dear life.
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Post by Mushgnome on Sept 1, 2011 8:38:34 GMT -6
Initiative for Round 2: Team Dragonfly: 3, Swooping Butterfly 6
The Swooping Butterfly tears at the dragonfly's delicate wings with its vicious serrated teeth (d6 = 5) and hits (d10=1, d4=4) for 4 points of damage!
Jarred by the impact, Shadow and the Purple Stranger are thrown from the saddle. (save vs. wands: Purple 3, Shadow 2!)
As the giant insects continue their battle in the sky, Shadow and the screaming purple man are falling, falling, falling toward the jungle below!
Does the Shadow of Evermore have any brave and noble last words?
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Post by ehiker133 on Sept 1, 2011 9:09:03 GMT -6
"... you will die before I ever pledge my soul to you!"
(This is the continuation of the unfinished sentence he spoke when the Purple Stranger made him swear an oath. The Shadow started his oath with, "I swear..." but he never finished it. That's why he hadn't said anything since...)
The Shadow flails about, trying to position himself to watch his former captor crash into the ground before he, himself, does likewise. Given an opportunity to do so, he would also attempt to jab at the Purple Stranger with the obsidian spear; if anything, to keep him positioned to hit the ground before the jale man does.
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Post by Mushgnome on Sept 1, 2011 10:16:35 GMT -6
As Eye and Minion lug Shadow of Evermore's inert bulk back to the church, the body suddenly convulses! Shadow's eyes roll back in their sockets and his mouth opens in a silent scream!
(save vs. spells = 5)
The skin around his eyes wrinkles slightly and his body is wracked with aches and pains as he unnaturally ages 3 years.
"... pledge my soul to you!" he shouts to the confusion of his comrades. Then his jaw drops in amazement as he realizes where he is.
Shadow of Evermore is bruised and sore from being tackled by Fated earlier, but he is otherwise unharmed (full hit points) and may join the expedition to Trapezoid Mountain if he wishes. He remembers every vivid detail of his coma-fantasy, including the satisfying crunch of the Purple Stranger's bones as he fell through the jungle canopy!
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