Post by monstermike on Aug 24, 2011 13:13:28 GMT -5
The battle rages on in the south hall between the Titans and the guards. A sort of order begins to form out of the milling chaos as one of the dwarves calls for the others to form a line and rally. Though still outmatched by the strength of the ogres and the superior training and weapons of the orc and goblin guards, the dwarves are able to use their numbers to even the odds.
(Titans roll 292 + 9 spite and take 18 damage, Guards get 299 + 11 spite and take 9 damage)
Post by monstermike on Aug 24, 2011 14:06:30 GMT -5
[NPC move for Tenkar. Hopefully, he doesn't spend the whole round gloating over HP's body!]
Tenkar looks around in the confusion of the battle. To the east he sees his Titans forming a line against the guards. They are holding up well, but his experienced eye tells him that they are being worn down quickly. A little somethin' ta help turn th' tide, that's wha' they need. An errant neck-ring rolls out of the scrum and wobbles to a standstill at his feet. That's th' ticket! It's just like th' game of hoops an' anvils!
Tenkar picks up the ring and looks at it carefully. Huh. I thought they was numbered, but this one jus' has funny letters on it. He turns his head and shouts over his shoulder:"Herman! XXVI on my mark!" Then with a practiced flick of the wrist, he sends the ring sailing. It flies through the air and scores a dead ringer around the neck of one of the ogres in the battle. "NOW!" Tenkar shouts back to Herman.
Tenkar's shout is followed immediately by a battle yell from the north. The burly dwarf turns to see Seagal charging straight for him from the dump chute tunnel.
Owynn looks down with satisfaction at the dead body of the troll in front of him when he hears the anguished alert from his hobbit companion. With a look of understanding with Pan', he immediately turns his attention to the coming thumping quartet.
With no hesitation, he runs past Ozenda and Herman and stops in front of them. With a loud 'CLANG' he plants his word on the ground before him to attract the attention of the coming monsters, and says in a solemn tone: "BEWARE, enemies of Light, for your nemesis is before you, and your doom is certain if you advance further! FOOL YOU WERE to believe that you could come back to these tunnels and not trigger the return of the TROLLSBANE and its wielder! FLEE as fast as you can into eternal darkness, which you should never have left, and LEAVE this place that I shall ward from you forever! Have your mothers so little memory as to not teach you of the TERROR which awaits you in this sacred place? BE GONE OR SUFFER MY WRATH!"
The imposing warrior hopes that his eloquence will be enough to scare his foes away, but wonders at the same time if his heavy armor would permit him to run fast enough to escape from them.
Its surprising renewed brightness makes him believe that it might work, though...
Post by monstermike on Aug 25, 2011 10:46:03 GMT -5
The declaration of Owynn halts the trolls in their tracks. Ozenda unleashes her spell and the light dims further in the lead troll's eyes. His lowers his club to the ground and stands there dumbly. The troll at the rear of the group turns and runs screaming away from Owynn.
After the moment of shock ends, Pan shouts to the remaining Titans not already engaged in conflict. "Great Hera, we can take them! Attack!"
Pan charges in with his scimitar and trident, and the 11 Titans swarm around the trolls wielding their mining tools. Owynn leaps into the fray slashing left and right with his sword, ignoring the dazed troll. The two trolls try to fight back, but the swarm of attackers surrounding them prevents them from using their capstan bars to good effect. One troll manages to swat a Titan hard into the wall, but as the skirmish continues, it seems clear that the mighty trolls are taking the worst of it.
(Trolls take 60 damage plus 12 spite. Good guys take 5 spite damage, which I assigned all to one of the Titans.)
Meanwhile, hearing Tenkar's shout, Herman tries to punch the letters in on the bizzare keypad with shaking hands. X... X... V... I... Why couldn't they just have used numbers? he muses. The control box hums slightly in his hands and he moves the little knob to shrink the neck ring.
From the scrum to Herman's east, a loud ogrish bellow sounds but is quickly choked off. Peering around the corner, Herman sees and ogre go down with his hands clutching frantically at his neck. His face turns red, then purple, and finally black and soon his violent spasms cease as the brass ring crushes his massive neck to the diameter of a pencil.
[Bookkeeping: Owynn gains 8 AP CHR, Ozenda uses 1 WIZ and gains 8 AP WIZ]
Game time 4/4 21:58
Please post your next move by noon Monday, Aug 29.
Post by monstermike on Aug 25, 2011 11:09:07 GMT -5
[North hall battle]
The Titans in the north hall are starting to reel on their feet as their struggle against the orc guards, goblin commander, and ogre continues. Most of them are bleeding from multiple wounds and even their hardy dwarven stamina is beginning to run short.
Father Grizzle sees that two of the orc guards are starting to look run down with fatigue and injury. He selects one and rallies two helpers for a rush attack. They score some blows, but the orc guard continues to fight on, though he appears to be near collapse. The other Titans continue to take their lumps from the ogre and the more healthy orc guards.
"Take out the weakest ones first! Stand a few more minutes if you can, then we withdraw!" Father Grizzle shouts to the rapidly weakening Titans.
(Titans take 46 damage plus 5 spite. They do 6 spite damage all concentrated on one orc guard. Many of the Titans are near exhaustion and death, but so are two of the orc guards. Father Grizzle will have his troops fight one more round, then begin to withdraw into the dump chute tunnel.)
Post by monstermike on Aug 25, 2011 11:18:51 GMT -5
[South hall battle between Titans and Guards]
Both the Titans and the guards see the ogre stop in mid-thump and clutch at his neck. Realizing that they now have the advantage with one of the mighty brutes out of commission, Kweiraye shouts at the others, "Press forward now! Drive them back!"
With renewed energy, the Titans press their attack, dealing damage high and low to the guards. Even the remaining ogre is forced to cede ground to the vicious attack and all the guards begin to fatigue from their injuries.
(Guards take 21 damage after armor + 11 spite, Titans take 6 spite damage)
Post by monstermike on Aug 25, 2011 11:38:57 GMT -5
Alerted by the battle roar, Tenkar spins just in time to meet the rushing attack of Seagal. He wards off a swipe from the katana with his shield but receives a terrific kick to the head just after. Staggering back with blood running into his beard, Tenkar takes a fresh grip on his broad axe and begins to circle with Seagal. Seagal feints with his sword and follows through with a powerful left handed fist strike. Tenkar raises his shield just in time and manages to catch Seagal's fist on the armored spike.
As they continue to circle, Tenkar taunts Seagal. "D'ye really b'lieve in what yer doin' here little man? Are ye willin' ta fight so hard fer a madman and slaver? Are ye willin' ta die ta keep me cousins in chains?"
Seagal shakes blood off his injured hand. "It isn't about right or wrong anymore. You intruders have made me look like a fool! It's my job to defend the workings of this mine and I'd rather die than face the shame of failure. But that won't happen today - I'm stronger than you, and faster than you. I can beat you and you know it. Any minute now, eight more trolls will come thundering down here and destroy you and all your pathetic little rebels. Surrender!"
Post by ProfGremlin on Aug 25, 2011 23:14:27 GMT -5
Bitsa slowly rises like an avenging shadow, his gaze burning hot and fixed upon Seagal as the warrior circles with Tenkar. His right hand grips his sax, blade still hidden against his forearm, while his left has collected a neck ring from a fallen Titan. As the human passes in front of the hobb the thief takes two quick steps and leaps. His right foot plants on the back of the warriors right knee simultaneously boosting himself up and knocking Seagal's balance off. Bitsa's left foot finds purchase on the man's hip as the hobb swarms up Seagal's back like a sailor in rigging. The thief quickly snaps the neck ring over Seagal's head and wraps his right arm over the ring and around the warrior's throat holding the ring in place and placing the tip of his blade against the human's jugular. "Herman! X V I I, now!" he screams in the warrior's ear.
Ozenda watches the pitched battle in front of her. The Titans fight valiantly and manage to hold their own against the hulking trolls. Owynn carries the fight forward on Pan's battle cry, the light from his armor shining forth as if he were cloaked in angelic radiance. Recognizing the warriors effectiveness against the ghastly kindred Ozenda narrows her deepsight upon Owynn. She gazes past the brilliance of his armor to see the man's clockwork, translucent against the backdrop of the armor's glow. Once again, the wizard reaches out a probe of mana. This time, rather than explore or jam the gears and springs she gently taps the center gear speeding up all the movement in the matrix, "Velox pes," she whispers.
Herman yanks his gaze from the now still ogre to Bitsa clinging to a warriors back like a burr on a dog. It takes a moment for the message to penetrate his shock and then the butcher's boy is pressing the buttons on the control box as fast as trembling hands will allow. Trying to block out the image of the ogre's face turning colors, Herman moves the slider quickly towards the small end of the spectrum.
Bitsa leaps for Seagal  11-08-25 22:19:40 CDT 6+1+27=34+(Lev2)=>36
Owynn slowly enters into a battle frenzy, engrossed as he is into the fight with what has become his arch-enemies. He tends to forget everything around him, except the savage beasts he has to destroy, as if his armor and weapon had taken control of him.
With this mindset, he does not really understand if his sudden renewed speed in hacking at his foes is due to Tallinoor's heritage or external magic. Either way, he does not care. He just strikes, and strikes and strikes!
"Flee while you still can filthy dejection of the dark, or DIE BY MY SWORD!"
Post by monstermike on Aug 26, 2011 14:26:35 GMT -5
Sorn watches up the decline shaft for the approaching trolls while Egon stands ready near the brake on the giant turnstile. Up in the shaft, Sorn finally sees the eight trolls coming at a lumbering trot, led by the swift-footed goblin guard. "Egon, I sees 'em! Get ready!"
Egon takes a tighter grip on the brake. "Say, Sorn? I know it's a bad time, but can we review th' plan here? Exackly where are we gonna run ta when we release th' brake? We can't go up th' shaft or we'm be caught in th' train wreck. And iffn we run inta th' coal pit, why then we's right in th' middle o' th' battle wi' no weapons."
Sorn watches the trolls get closer and ponders the dilemma. His good eye strays over to one of the empty ore-carts still hitched to the east-bound cable. "By gar, yer right Egon. Here's what we're gonna do. When I say go, you pop that brake. Th' carts won't be movin' fast right away. We run and climb up inter that empty cart and ride it straight up th' decline shaft. Okay?"
Egon opens his mouth to reply, but the approaching trolls are within 50 meters of the intersection and Sorn shouts "NOW!!"
Egon releases the brake and the loaded ore carts succumb to the inexorable pull of gravity, starting to roll backwards down the decline shaft. The giant pawls within the capstan begin to click, slowly at first then faster and faster. Sorn and Egon both run to the empty ore-cart and scramble in just as it really begins to pick up speed on its way up the tunnel.
"Hang onter yer butt! It's gonna be a wild ride!" Sorn shouts in Egon's ear.
Phiedippides the goblin guard, is near exhaustion as he jogs back down the decline shaft again with the eight off-shift trolls in tow behind him. Movement catches his eye - The carts are moving again! Must be the battle is over and the trolls are back on the job he thinks. He pauses for a moment as the carts begin to gain speed. Wait a minute, they're going the wrong way! As they accelerate even more, his dim brain realizes what's happening.
"Trolls! Run for it! Make it to the coal-pits before it's too late!!" With his flagging speed renewed by adrenaline, Phiedippides and the trolls behind him begin to sprint. All ready, the carts are moving faster than a galloping horse and beginning to veer wildly from side to side. Ahead of him, he can hear the sound of carts colliding as they break free in the winch house and crash into the carts that pulled loose from the cable before them. In his mind, the goblin guard sees a vision of the next several seconds. More and more carts moving faster and faster crashing into the train wreck ahead of them, with himself and the trolls caught in the middle. This vision is interrupted by a hollered "Wahoooooooooo!!!! coming from one of the empty carts zooming uphill to his right.
As the goblin and trolls rush to the intersection, they can see the series of crashing carts move closer and closer to them faster than they can believe. One troll hugs the right-hand wall and puts on an amazing burst of speed, ducking around the corner into the north hall of the coal-pits well ahead of the others as the crashing and grinding of carts and ore becomes a continuous roar.
Phiedippides is the first to go down, sideswiped by a veering cart and repeatedly run over by the ones behind it. Three of the trolls end up squashed to jelly, trapped between the immovable object of the ore pile ahead of them and the unstoppable force of the speeding loaded carts behind them. The remaining trolls get smashed and knocked about, but manage to scramble out of the way of the severest harm by climbing on top of the ore-heap ahead of the smashing carts.
Within two minutes, it is all over. Thick dust clouds the decline shaft and the four battered trolls begin to claw their way out of the rubble.
Sorn and Egon clutch their ore cart with white-knuckled grips as their chariot speeds faster and faster up the shaft. In less time than they can believe they go zipping past the gold-mining level as the carts jounces and veers wildly. "We'm flyin' Sorn! But what happens when we get ta th' top?" Egon shouts in Sorn's ear. "Watch an' see, Egon! I learned me physics at th' fount of reel-life experience!"
The intersection with the quarters level comes and goes in a blur, but soon Egon notices that the cart is slowing down. By the time they reach the top of the decline shaft and roll out onto the elevated platform, it is moving no faster than a sedate walk. The dwarves hop out and watch the cart bump gently into a pile of crashed empty carts that nearly fills the entire platform.
Sorn explains to Egon, "See, we was in th' first empty cart at th' bottom o' th' shaft. As th' loaded carts crashed at th' bottom there was less 'n' less weight pullin' us up. By th' time the last loaded cart crashed at th' bottom, why, we was at th' top an' there was no more weight ta keep pullin' th' cable."
"Now how's about we tell th' fellers a-workin' on th' gold floor about what's going on down there?"
Post by monstermike on Aug 26, 2011 15:09:23 GMT -5
[GM Post part 1]
Owynn feels his heart hammer within his chest. Everyone and everything around him seems to slow to a crawl while he moves with his normal quickness. The troll in front of him starts to come out of its daze and raise its giant club, but Owynn casually steps under it and strikes the troll again and again through its massive chest. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the other two trolls turn to flee from the angry radiance of Owynn's armor, but Pan spears one hard through the ankle with his trident, bringing it crashing to the ground under a swarm of angry Titans. Owynn pulls his sword from the dead troll's chest and spins to slash across the hamstring of the third troll. One leg buckles and Owynn watches it fall in slow motion while Pan delivers a wicked blow to its head with his scimitar. More Titans surround the hapless brute and finish him off with their picks.
(Team Owynn does a crushing 344 damage after armor to the trolls, killing them all. All three were panicked and unable to fight back. Due to the close melee, I thought it would make more sense for them to go down in battle than to run screaming.)
I'll do the rest of the GM post once I hear back from ProfG on a question.
Post by monstermike on Aug 26, 2011 22:09:56 GMT -5
[GM Post part 2]
Ozenda sends her spell of quickening to Owynn while Bitsa monkey-climbs up Seagal's back. The moment the collar is around Seagal's neck and the dagger poised at his throat, Seagal turns about with unbelievable speed presenting Bitsa's back to the oncoming axe-blow of Tenkar. Tenkar manages to pull the blow just in time to avoid chopping the halfling into two quarterlings but Seagal continues his smooth motion, dropping his katana. As the thief shouts, one hand goes up under the neck ring and the other grabs for Bitsa. With a buck and another twist, Seagal throws Bitsa forward over his shoulder. The half-pint housebreaker flies through the air landing flat on his back in the middle of the hallway.
By the time the rogue hits the ground, Herman has pulled the knob to the left and watches Seagal drop to his knees with one hand trapped under the shrinking neck-ring. For a moment, he pauses, dreading the horror he knows he is about to cause. Then gritting his teeth, he thumbs the knob over again.
Herman hears the cracking of Seagal's finger bones and watches his eyes bulge and his face turn red under the unstoppable constriction of the brass ring. Once again, he pauses. Terrible choking sounds are coming from Seagal and the veins throb in his forehead.
Herman steels himself to continue, but cannot. I'm sick of all of this. The cruelty, the bloodshed, the slavery, the madness. All of it. This ends now and it ends with me.
With the control box in his hand, he walks over to the thrashing chief of security. "Call off your dogs! Call them off now! You're beaten. There is no way to return to the way things were. These dwarves are free! It doesn't matter whether we die today or not. It doesn't matter whether you die today or not. You are already beaten. With us or without us, these dwarves will break this mine and walk out of here free."
As though to emphasize his statement, there is an enormous crashing rumble from the decline shaft that goes on and on. Clouds of dust begin to roll into the coal pits, causing the combatants to cough and choke and the bellows of dying and injured trolls can be heard through the destruction.
Understanding the truth of the boy's statement, Seagal stops thrashing against the inevitable and raises his one free hand in supplication. His voice comes out as a croaking whisper. "Looser. Can't talk."
Herman mumbles, "Oh" and backs the neck ring off a bit. Though still tight around Seagal's neck, he manages to pull his maimed hand free and suck in a few breaths of air. He gathers one more deep breath and shouts "Avast! Hold your arms! Cease fighting!" at the group still struggling with the Titans in the south hallway.
[Bookkeeping: Bitsa takes 45 AP DEX, plus another 36 AP DEX for the grappling contest with Seagal. He loses 1 CON from falling damage. Ozenda gets 18 AP WIZ, using 6 WIZ for Little Feets. Regains 1 WIZ.]
Game time 4/4 22:00
Please post your next move by noon Tuesday, Aug 30.
The mighty trolls down, Owynn has little time to let the adrenaline go down and look for his friends, as he hears the loud noise produced by the crashing carts. His sword in hand, he runs in its direction, ready to strike at any oportunity.
When he reaches Seagal, Tenkar, Bitsa and Herman, he is quite confused by the situation. He throws an astonished look at the butcher's boy and hissed to him: "What's happening here?"
Post by ProfGremlin on Aug 29, 2011 21:02:46 GMT -5
Bitsa looks up at the ceiling where the stars dance. Oh, look, gneechees... For a moment he is stunned unable to take a breath. Suddenly air whooshes into his lungs and his vision begins to clear. With a groan the little thief rolls to his side and pushes himself upright. Once vertical, more or less, Bitsa straightens his helmet and looks around for his sax. Spying the blade close to hand he retrieves it and then makes his way slowly to his feet. "And that Lady and Gentlemen, is why I don't ride horses."
Ozenda steps out from her refuge in tunnel six and slowly approaches the rest of the group gathering around the fettered Seagal. As she draws near she hears Owynn ask Herman what was going on. The young man stands there revulsion following determination across his face. "Herman," she says softly, "Why not give that here? You can let go now. You have more than done your part." She holds one hand out for the control box while the other rests gently on the young man's shoulder.
Relief floods the youngsters expression as he gratefully hands Ozenda the control box. "I'm sorry, sir," he says to Segal, "I didn't want to hurt you but the killing just had to stop, see? It had to stop..." A tear trickles down the butcher's boy's cheek as he turns away.
"Right," Bitsa states as he watches Herman turn away, "Seagal. Order your troops to drop their weapons and armor and retreat back up the tunnel." Bitsa crosses to where Seagal's sword lies forgotten on the ground and retrieves it, removing it from where the warrior could regain the upper hand.
Ozenda employs her magic again and once more the mana flows. She was already intimately familiar with Seagal's clockwork so it took no more than a thought to jam the workings, "Vos Factus Statua."
The thief looks around to see if his demand is followed, "Grab some of that rope over there and truss him up. Bind his hands behind his back and loop it through the collar so he can't pull free without hurting himself. Let's not forget to hobble his feet. That kick he gave Tenkar was vicious."
As several eager dwarves set to pulling the trip ropes free Bitsa begins to pat down Seagal. Fingers long experienced in the art of the pick-pocket pat and stroke the warriors clothes seeking any and all objects that might be upon his person. Bitsa has no interest in leaving so much as a button on the man if he could use it to free himself or harm another with it. Once done, the thief pulls the scabbard from Seagal's waist, and slides the katana home, after a perfunctory cleaning on the nearest dead orc.
Bitsa tests the knots the dwarves tie and finds them more than secure. He winces inwardly in sympathy at the stiff muscles Seagal will have from the posture the ropes force him into. Course that's better than dead...
The half-pint housebreaker looks around at the weary faces about him. Fatigue, revulsion and soulborne weariness stare back at him masked slightly by blood from cuts and scrapes and more than a bit of coal dust. There's something else as well - hope. Hope that all this just might be over soon. "Come on, lads, we have a delivery to make to Salazar. Pan, would you take the office of prisoner guard? That trident of yours should keep him in line well enough."
As the group begins to figure their way up past the crush of mine carts Bitsa hands Seagal's sword to Tenkar and shrugs into his pack, "Here. One of your Titans deserves this more than the rest of us. Let them keep it as a badge of honor and hang it over a mantle someplace as a touchstone for stories of heroic deeds."
Ozenda casts Hold That Pose on a collared Segal  11-08-29 20:28:13 CDT 4+3+25=32+(Lev2)=>34
Bitsa picks Seagal's pockets. Third die is Roguery die.  11-08-29 20:38:09 CDT 4+6+1+27=38+(Lev2)=>40
I'll have the deep-fried battered pixie with balrog dipping sauce and a Hobgoblin ale.