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Post by Matthew on Sept 16, 2011 19:23:42 GMT -9
Medrash walked with the gnome to the stables where the animals were housed. It was an exciting feeling to have his first mount. It was strange, he was use to having to walk everywhere. Now with this mount, he could easily ride everywhere and have energy to spend fighting.
Entering the stables, and looking over the giant draft lizards. He picked out one that was greenish in color with reddish eyes. Namely because it looked like it had the most personality of all of them. He also waited for the Light Barding for the giant Lizard.
After everything was said and done, he paid the gnome the 275 gold pieces that was owed him. He climbed onto the lizard and rode off giving the gnome a goodbye wave. This was now a glorious day... he had a mount that he hoped lasted a long time. Now it was time to head out to the place where the job offer was being offered at.
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Post by Josiah on Sept 17, 2011 6:36:39 GMT -9
(GM, @medrash and Lucas)
The Rashi's field was easily identifiable as the meeting place for the would-be mercenaries. The farmers of course had multiple fields, but this one had been left fallow for the season. Maybe the captain knew the farmers. Maybe he rented it. Regardless, the place was in his possession for the day, and it was being put to use for growing something other than food.
Straw figures had been placed over a small area in columns and rows, with people of all races currently trying their hand at attacking them with sword and dagger and, more rarely, a bolt of magic. A few others of slightly more stern appearance than the common man walked among them while taking notes on parchment. Beyond them, a twenty foot tall pyramid of bales of hay seem to shadow over them like a small mountain, with the homestead and barn further off in the distance.
(Make Insight and Perception checks.)
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Post by 4lphanumer1c on Sept 17, 2011 9:38:47 GMT -9
Act confident.
The wizard snapped his book shut, stowed it in his cloak, sucked a breath in, stood a little straighter and tried to make himself look taller.
Blow a hole through - uh...
He fished around inside his cloak, whipped out a small scrap of paper, and began to pore over the words scrawled on it in frantic silence.
No... no... Izraidit... maybe- no, Spradziens - No, that doesn't work either...
He scanned the list once more. None of the incantations matched up with a spell named "Blow a Hole Through Something's Chest With Your Mind".
Can't impress them that way - won't get this job if I don't - quick, think of something -
Three feet away, a far less disheveled-looking sorceror stepped up, one hand whipping out to launch an energy bolt which vaporized the head of a distant straw target.
Stay calm, don't panic, act confident, stay calm, I can't do this yes I can, stay calm stay calm stay calm...
(Insight: [dice=20+9])
(Perception: [dice=20+4])[rand=250095084309577948406408918090165657985394587740312399804289452732]
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Post by Matthew on Sept 17, 2011 11:30:35 GMT -9
Medrash rode in on his Giant Draft Lizard and saw a most interesting sight. That was several people either practicing or showing off what they could do. And the things that were taking the brunt of the damage, were the straw figures that had been placed everywhere. The only one that wasn't practicing on straw dummies was walking around taking notes. That was the goal... impress the guy who was taking notes.
Medrash knew in his heart that he could best a good lot of them. Was that prideful or egotistical? Perhaps... but in a way it was also true. For showing an air of self confidence and the strength to back it up was the path to victory here. It also didn't hurt to have a giant draft lizard as your mount.
"Well we're here Tantar." He said to the lizard.
(Insight check: 1d20 + 8 [dice=20+8]) (Perception check: 1d20 +3 [dice=20+3])[rand=65132300856440930348317086914932755408709517208945289343029591045]
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Post by Josiah on Sept 17, 2011 19:49:16 GMT -9
(GM, @lucas)
From your skill checks, you're able to tell that the people around the strawmen are effectively being graded by those wandering about. Those individuals in particular must be part of the original crew and seasoned sailors and traders. Their job right now must be to see who is actually capable of meeting the requirements of being a real mercenary. You're also able to notice that seated on the pyramid of hay is another three figures who seem to be watching over it all. They're probably part of the crew as well.
(@medrash)
From your skill checks, you're also able to note the same information about the testers and the testees, but you can also tell that a lot of the people here really aren't in your league. Most of them are young kids trying to get out of the farm life or away from the dock, and probably think that picking up a sword is a good way to do it. There are a few of more refined skill - a Sorcerer here, a Ranger there - but there seems to be a lack of real magic among the ranks, and no one else has a giant draft lizard beneath them. You won't notice the other watchers on the pyramid until you get closer.
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Post by 4lphanumer1c on Sept 18, 2011 9:28:05 GMT -9
They're watching me.
They were watching everybody, really - the figures striding up and down with rolls of parchment were observing each candidate reduce a straw dummy to chaff - first watching, then writing, then moving on.
It's a test. This is a test. I can handle that. I'm fine with tests, there's nothing to them... just give the right answer...
Parchment crinkled, several feet behind him. Footsteps crunched over grass, came nearer, and halted.
It's just a test. They're grading me on the spot. Lucas swallowed the lump in his throat, sized up the nearest straw target, and raised a hand.
It's a test. The question is - how good a bodyguard am I?
How well can I defend one thing from another?
How well can I hit something?
That straw dummy. How well can I damage it? How should I do that?
His emergency list of spells crinkled temptingly in one of his robe's pockets. He ignored it. This was a test. No last-minute peeking.
I don't know about blasting a hole through that, but I've got a way of burning a hole through...
A few feet away stood two more straw dummies.
Better yet, I can hit more than one.
He switched his focus to the two, then stopped.
More than one, without hurting someone I don't mean to in the crossfire...
Three potential targets, lined up in an almost straight row. He could guide lightning to hit the two on either side, but not the single target in the middle.
He hoped.
Just a test...
"Loks Zibens."
(Arc Lightning: [dice=6+6] (1d6 + INT modifier to two targets) +2 (Destructive Wizardry)[rand=746094542089849748876437172293663177570768631994727326984335668385]
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Post by Matthew on Sept 19, 2011 0:56:34 GMT -9
Medresh rode his lizard into the field mainly to see which Straw man he could attack without risk. In a normal battle with wizards and the like he'd normally stay in front of them and try and keep opponents away. Considering that this was a test of skill rather than actual battle, he could afford to show off a bit.
He first mentally called upon Bahamut to fill him with Divine Strength (Channel Divinity: Divine Strength). He then moved in closer to a Straw man for an attack. He hoped that his Giant Draft Lizard didn’t panic or startle anyone. That’d be the last thing he wanted to do right now. However right now hitting the target was the main focus… he could do that easily with an enfeebling strike.
(Enfeebling strike Attack roll 1d20 + 11: [dice=20+11]) (Enfeebling strike Damage roll 1d8 +4 from charisma +4 from Divine strength +1 from weapon focus, +1 from enhancement: [dice=8+10][rand=845881395600601206166078642672584402687247952468463414427818255408986]
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Post by Josiah on Sept 20, 2011 20:12:41 GMT -9
(GM, Alexei @lucas)
Straw figures burst into flames as the crack of lightning strikes their chests. The sharp noise causes a nearby farmer to throw his weapon into the air and give an unmanly scream of terror. Several others laugh loudly at the spooked laborer, who sought to salvage what pride he had by pulling his hat further down and running to pick up the cheap blade. His escape is only slightly shameful and partially covered up by the arrival of a stern fellow that looked like his face was cut out of wood.
"Well, that was impressive," he said coldly, in a way that could have easily been misinterpreted as having a 'not' somewhere in the sentence. His eyes regarded the burning strawmen, then returned to the young caster. "I don't suppose you have a spell that can put that out before the whole field burns down, do you?"
The tanned figure nudged him with an elbow, shooting him a smile and hoping the confidence rubbed off on him.
"Well, go on!" he cheered on the awkward human youth.
(GM, @medrash)
Some of the demonstrators turn and gawk at the arrival of the most magnificent warrior yet to arrive - that is, the well armored Dragonborn atop his giant lizard of a mount. One of them even gives a whistle of amazement, and there's a distinct moment where weapons stop being swung to watch the knight attack.
The top half of the scarecrow slowly falls off to one side and hits the ground with a soft thump.
A Gith woman moves slowly in from Medrash's right. The white blouse did little to undermine the fact she had more blades than limbs on her person.
"That was a nice hit," she admitted offhandedly, scouring each inch of the knight's armor before she asked another question.
"Can you do it again?"
(Both of you make a perception check again.)
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Post by Matthew on Sept 22, 2011 2:06:11 GMT -9
Medrash was pleased that he caused a positive reaction amongst the fighters and the like. Call it pride or whatever, there was a certain pleasure that he took in causing people to whistle and gawk in amazement.
He also took pleasure in seeing his attack do so much damage to the scarecrow. It helped that he used divine strength before he attacked. He was certain that he could come close with the next attack though if need be.
He watched as a Gith female moved slowly towards him from the right. From the looks of things, she was more dangerous than her clothing would lead to believe. He took some pride in her comment about his attack.
“Yes I believe I can.” He said confidently to her.
He kept his eyes open while he moved to the next nearest scarecrow to attack. He didn’t want to be caught off guard in case something happened.
(Perception check 1d20 + 3 from perception: [dice=20+3]) (Radiant Smite attack roll 1d20 +11 from weapon: [dice=20+11]) (Radiant Smite Damage roll 2d8 +4 strength +1 wisdom +1 feat +1 enchantment: [dice=8+4][dice=8+3][rand=73556264800618016029371421715522312188090651124742129891825988403]
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Post by 4lphanumer1c on Nov 1, 2011 1:37:31 GMT -9
His lightning hand gave a sharp twitch inwards as a stone-faced man bore down on him, expression flat and tone even flatter. A question was posed, and his hands twitched again for the emergency list that lay so temptingly out of immediate reach.
And, finally, his gaze travelled back to the field, where fire danced on dry straw in the aftermath of the lightning strike, threatening to spread with each passing moment.
A friendly nudge at his side, an encouraging voice spurring him on, and suddenly panic and failure seemed so much further away.
I've only got two spells that could put out a fire. One of them, I can't call up off the top of my head, so that leaves...
His mind stumbled over the syllables for a terrifying few seconds. Twitching fingers gripped into a fist, and his arm drew back as if clutching a stone and winding up to throw it. When his hand snapped forward again, it wasn't empty.
"Ledus - Ledus Spradziens!"
A small white sphere, winter's kiss hidden in clear crystal, fled his grasp and hurtled for the ground between the two burning targets.
Perception: [dice=20+4] (1d20 + 4)
Freezing Burst: [dice=6+6] 1d6 + INT modifier + 2 (Destructive Wizardry)[rand=73954363982193178928865287452936973351949825882911490897554904222]
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Post by Josiah on Nov 9, 2011 19:03:03 GMT -9
(Both of you make your rolls, both attack and perception. From your perception rolls, the two of you are able to note each other's characters at opposite sides of the field from each other.)
(@medrash As a special move, feel free to describe the appearance of your smite attack.)
(@lucas The blast of frost is more than strong enough to put out the flames and coat the affected area in white rime.)
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Post by Matthew on Jun 1, 2012 1:51:35 GMT -9
Medrash's longsword glowed with bright white light as he struck the scarecrow vertically. He was considerably pleased. He was sure that he did slightly more damage this time then before. He was positive that he'd get the offer, but one shouldn't be that cocky. There were others that could possibly be his equal or more.
He took a quick look around, and sure enough there was a human wizard doing mighty well. A wizard would be beneficial to have around. After all there are times where the sword is simply not enough. He considered moving over there to greet the person, it was in good form to meet a possible comrade in arms.
"I do believe that was slightly better then my first strike." He said with confidence and pride.
He gave the gith lady a soft grin and a bow from where he was sitting. After wards, his gaze went back to the human wizard. He waited until the wizard looked done with his work. Last thing he wanted was to startle a wizard, bad things could happen you know.
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Post by Josiah on Nov 13, 2012 12:48:36 GMT -9
(GM, Alexei @lucas)
The tanned nomad gave a holler to cheer the wizard on, even as flames died under the blast of frost. He clapped, hands all the way above his head, nonverbally congratulating the arcanist in a way that was literally over the top.
The stern observer, much less impressed and glancing in a rather annoyed way at the traveler, grumbled out, "So you aren't as completely sucky as the rest of these people."
Shaking his head, he huffed out, "I've seen better."
(GM, @medrash)
"Hm," the woman said, observing the cut down the length of the scarecrow. She pushed on the left side of the scarecrow. It fell back slowly, and the other half fell along with it, landing sideways. "Yes. I'd say that's a better cut."
She turned back to face him, arms crossing over her chest. "You have a name, paladin?"
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Post by 4lphanumer1c on Nov 13, 2012 20:20:51 GMT -9
Cold air pulsed outward. Crackling fire was snuffed dead by a spreading circle of white.
I... did it?
A raucous cheer and a burst of applause answered the question well enough.
I did it!
The flood of elation, running equal and opposite to the nerve-wracking terror of a few moments before, swept his thoughts up and carried them away in a heady rush as blood flowed to his cheeks, turning them a giddy pink. It took him a few seconds to spot the gleaming blade from the far end of the field, slicing neatly through one unfortunate target after another. Armor, deft bladework, giant lizard, glowing sword, and that looked like a crest on his shoulder - his guess jumped to "paladin".
"So you aren't as completely sucky as the rest of these people." The voice at his side made him jump as his attention snapped back.
"It - it wasn't?" Lucas stood up straighter. "That's - that's good. It's good, right? Not being - "
"I've seen better."
"...oh." The mage wilted under the unimpressed stare. "I... suppose. Yes. You might - well, I - I'll just stop talking now." He took a step closer to the moral support represented by the elf.
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Post by Matthew on Nov 19, 2012 1:34:54 GMT -9
Medrash looked at the woman and nodded softly.
"Medrash is my name." He said dismounting his Draft Lizard so he could be at more of an eye-level.
He felt pride knowing that he had indeed impressed people. Even more he had shown a better attack then before. That was a good thing for him, as it showed he was improving.
From the looks of things others weren't having the best of luck. Not to say that they weren't trying though. It was just how things worked out in the long run. One of the mages seemed to go from happy to sad. He felt bad for him in a way... from the looks of things he was trying. That was the important thing, to always try.
He mentally shook his head and turned back to the woman. He didn't want to be caught staring at anyone. It was rude to say the least.
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