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Post by OshaliteX2 on Apr 17, 2016 16:50:11 GMT -5
Construct Bulwark around the Robber Frog that isn't being targeted right now. Or whichever has more HP if both are being targeted...
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Post by Koopario on Apr 18, 2016 17:32:51 GMT -5
Well, hopefully Negerine can make more of those lances. Let's run Osh's target through with one while it's preoccupied.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2016 20:35:33 GMT -5
Party Conditions Naden backs off from battling for a moment to reach for a potion. The healing medicine has restored 6 health, returning him to 9. Lincoln drives his hammer into the wooden stakes as he Constructs a Bulwark in front of Robber Frog B. The Amphibian is unable to reach its target now! Lincoln will be able to build 9 more Bulwarks. Iris snaps her whip at Robber Frog C to get its attention. It deals 1 damage to the Amphibian, and it begins to look somewhat entranced. RbrFrogB Shoots its elastic tongue at Negerine... But only succeeds in destroying the Bulwark! RbrFrogC Leaps skyward and drops down on Naden... But flies right past him amidst the fog. Lizardy lashes its trunk-like tail at Robber Frog C! It deals 8 damage to the Amphibian. Negerine plays by ear... The elements turn into Blue Lance! Robber Frog B is struck with an icy chill as a giant icicle runs it through, dealing 8 damage to the amphibian. Ambiance: B** No bonus Robber Frog A: HP:Vanquished Robber Frog B: HP:10 Robber Frog C: HP: 1 (30% charmed)
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Post by OshaliteX2 on Apr 18, 2016 21:19:05 GMT -5
Lincoln: Make a witty remark about how the Robber Frog's attack FAILED and then smash it into KO-ment. "Your attack didn't Bul-WORK very well, did it?"
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Post by Dimitri on Apr 19, 2016 8:19:49 GMT -5
throw the empty potion bottle at the Robber Frog as a glass weapon Naden: Tell Lincoln to shut up with his stupid jokes and swordy-sword stab a thing.
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Post by Koopario on Apr 19, 2016 12:27:42 GMT -5
Tell Naden that Lincoln didn't mean to freeze him in his tracks and stab Frog B.
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Post by Planetbox on Apr 20, 2016 16:11:18 GMT -5
Iris: Use your whip like a lasso to grab the frog, swing it around over your head, and then slam it into the ground.
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Post by Dimitri on Apr 20, 2016 22:52:15 GMT -5
Tell Naden that Lincoln didn't mean to freeze him in his tracks and stab Frog B. Tell Negerine to shut up too.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2016 14:06:08 GMT -5
Party Conditions Naden feels the need to return the favor of that warty Frog trying to walk all over him, not once but twice even. Stocks on deadly throwing utensils were understandably low however. Perhaps there could be room for improvised arms, but what? The somewhat bitter tasting juice still danced on the Crafter's palate, striking him with inspiration Grabbing into his bag for the recently emptied glass bottle, A most nasty plot assembled. Crafters were cold hearted killers after all, able to discern 13 different methods of executing any given target with whatever is at hand. Taking aim at the Robber Frog that had grieved him so much already, Naden wound up his pitch and filled all his killing intent into the vial he held. Sayonara Slimeball. "Your attack didn't Bul-WORK very well, did it?" Lincoln shouted tauntingly at the giant toads from behind. Perhaps it was the sudden cry that broke the tension, or that the pun was somehow so bad that it inflicted pause on their frontlining assassin, but from the murky fumes of the fog of war Negerine, Iris, and even Lizardy Hans could only watch and sigh as the dancing shadows of a wailing soul howled in disbelief to what was just said. Taking the initiative in Naden's now emotionally compromised place, Negerine tried to calm down the teams Crafter as he ushered up a storm of frozen missiles to rain down on the frogs. Assuring that their Architect wouldn't have intentionally made his ally throw a fit, He could only hope that Iris would finish turning the frogs into pancakes with her pet before the ninja elaborated on where the baton would be shoved. As the fog lifted around an aggressively meditating Crafter trying to recompose himself, The Delvers found they had managed to subdue all the Frogs at last. The Brooke fell silent as those who wished to croak another day had long since vanished in the chaos. It's likely that after the excitement dies down they'll be back again however, so next time perhaps actual caution will be taken to avoid a repeat encounter. Taking a trophy to proclaim the band's triumph, they can now continue to head south deeper in. Battle Log:
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Post by Koopario on Apr 21, 2016 23:17:21 GMT -5
Well, now is a good a time as any to eat that apple. Also, legs. All of them.
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Post by OshaliteX2 on Apr 22, 2016 7:02:27 GMT -5
Can we at least take one Fibrous Tongue?
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Post by Planetbox on Apr 22, 2016 15:31:16 GMT -5
Get two legs, and then one of the other thing.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2016 18:13:26 GMT -5
Party Conditions The spoils were decided by popular opinion to collect the legs and a tongue off of the frogs for taking home. While it's often asked why Delvers don't simply collect everything potentially valuable from a monster, anyone experienced knew better than to carry around an entire carcass. The more left behind from a battle, the less likely some scavenger will come looking for a meal. In the last few moments of the battle Negerine was caught in the path of that last Frog as it jumped him trying to get away from the oversized skink casting its one good eye on the Composer's snack. The hit wasn't too serious overall, but frailty was a trait especially notable among his profession, Even those Providers manage to take a better hit than him, and they'd get knocked flat on their butts in a standard fisticuffs by the like of a stage actors and doctors. It was reasons like this that a Composer needed to especially mind their strength, As this short excursion has already shown top form makes the world in difference. ...No wonder Lizardy is such a fan, these are really sweet tasting. "Howdy ho Delvers! How goes the hike?" A voice comes up from the south. a man carrying a wicked looking scythe and a massive, slightly off-putting grin comes walking closer. Feeling that this man was familiar somehow, the name eventually comes up as being Jeb. A provider. "I was just headin' back to town on accountin' of those storm clouds. It's fixin' to be downright cats and dogs all day tomorrow, lucky us right?" It was one of the great mysteries of the Hidden Forest, the fact that it seemingly had its own internal weather patterns. Although Jeb was one to poke fun about it, his eyes gave off a pained weariness about this forecast. In all likelihood Jeb must be plagued with envy thinking about how his home must be struggling even now. "Ah! but speakin' of which, be sure y'all don't go thinking the wagon'll be around to pick up, y'all probably be left waitin' a mighty long time." That seemed rather peculiar of a thing to mention, but if everybody wanted to help that guard out with his request in one trip that could mean having to use another tent waiting out for tomorrow. Thanking Jeb for the info, everybody begins discussing waiting to hitch a ride on tomorrow's Drop Off or braving the long road back to the sentry before returning to the liner. Furrowing his brow, Jeb cuts in again a bit confused by the decisions. "What in tarnations are you talking about?! I just told you it was gonna rain soon are you fixin to have a death wish?" To the expressions of suprise and sputtering coughs from the group, Jeb realizes the situation is clearly not being grasped. "Figures. Don't worry none, a lot of new Delvers don't see the danger of that grove of fruit trees. I dang near fertilized my trousers when I realized the main trail walks under death orchards. Not a nastier plant I ever did see than that." Jeb went on to explain the severe danger these 'Death Orchards' posed to any poor sap who touched on, the noxious toxins in its wood, the blistering welts just the mere brush will leave. The horror stories of Delvers who against good judgement tried to collect fruit while it rained, being found by the patrol as bleeding disfigured messes as they tried to run for safety through the mud. "Iffin we could build a detour around those cursed trees I'd tear into those bramble with my bare hands, but since we can't the second best course is to not even bother bringing out the recruits when we know there's a storm coming. I better go make sure that the guild knows about it. Take care now!" As Jeb walks away again more at ease for the group, a voice chimes in suddenly with one more question for the provider. "Hmm? Why did those fools go for those fruit knowin' the risk of those Orchards? "Iffin I recall, they were a couple of monster huntin' types lookin' for an edge against that big turtle who roams around here." Jeb reached into his bag, pulling out what looked to be a set of throwing darts. With that unsettling smile in full form Jeb continued. "When you boil them down you know, those fruit make a wonderfully strong poison."
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Post by Koopario on Apr 22, 2016 18:56:33 GMT -5
Speaking of poison how come Negerine took two damage? All I did was-- ...if there's any remains of the apple Hans can take it.
We should probably retreat for now. Not to return to Rundabell, but instead to just make camp somewhere a distance from the fight scene. Best we wait there for tomorrow to come and maybe see what we can scrape up on the path ahead, when the rain stops. No one said the camp only lasted a day, right?
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Post by OshaliteX2 on Apr 24, 2016 16:40:28 GMT -5
^^^
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Post by Dimitri on Apr 24, 2016 21:34:57 GMT -5
Thiiiiirdificated!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2016 9:25:37 GMT -5
Party Conditions 12:30PM Day 2 RainThe trip for cover was mostly uneventful. On route back however Negerine did end up succumbing to the poisonous fruit and nearly drowned in a pool of his own blood vomit. No wonder Jeb was scared of them, what an absolutely vile plant. After a rest and an intravenous potion dosage the Composer's Composure was restored at last. Because of the Forest's canopy of briars it was difficult to tell how much time really passes while the Delvers went about their business, but a quick check from any of the Delvers timepieces revealed that as of this moment they've spent just about a full 24 hours in the forest since they arrived. Not an unheard of time by any measure but admirable for a couple of unorganized rookies to say the least. Making good time back up the hillside stream, due in part to both the familiarity with the road now as well as the seemingly nocturnal nature of the frogs that accosted the group prior, The Delvers reach a fork in the road they hadn't yet had time to consider. To the East the stream follows the road again, making it the obvious route to take. However, to the South the sounds of moaning drift from what appears to be a cliffside... Could there be a Delver injured out here? In this rain it would be possible somebody slipped and fell, but what reason would anybody be that close to such a precarious location? A foreboding sensation such as this deserves careful consideration.
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Post by OshaliteX2 on Apr 25, 2016 14:24:54 GMT -5
Let's take a look south, FOR JUSTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE!!! Lincoln doesn't actually say that, but I think now that he sounds like a slightly more scrawny-looking Arthur.
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Post by Planetbox on Apr 25, 2016 16:57:50 GMT -5
Yeah we should head South to make sure no one's hurt.
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Post by Dimitri on Apr 25, 2016 20:03:06 GMT -5
South is good. We like South.
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Post by Koopario on Apr 26, 2016 21:22:23 GMT -5
South. Don't lose sight of the camp, but yes, south.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2016 17:46:08 GMT -5
Party Conditions 1:30PM Day 2 RainLincoln quickly rises to the call and spurs the group onward south. Although he doesn't say it directly, the look of determination in his eyes leaves the impression that idly ignoring the cries of somebody in need would be an incorrigible act to allow. For some reason the Crafter's chin seemed to grow just a little bit squarer and heroic for that exact moment. The rest of the delvers were clearly moved from their hearts to follow Lincoln's example (even though they'd likely have gone anyway if he did nothing) and follow the cliffside in pursuit of the unknown distressed voice. Under the roar of the storm the party soon reached a worrisome scene along the precipice. Although there was no Delvers or people in sight, the aftermath of some frenzied carnage was still more than readily apparent. Long slash-marks carved up the ground and timber along the trail, as if some savage monster had been tearing through the area after something. At the end of this rampage is a cliff edge hanging out over a sea of briars coasting across the treetops and climbing skyward beyond the trapped clouds it hoards. Imagining what possible gruesome end a trip down would befall could send chills even through the most stoic, but if such a fate was already given to the voice that drew everyone here then there wouldn't have been a gurgle to hear to begin with, much less a moan. And yet... It still rises up from below, plain as day even in this accursed rain. The delvers look around for any sign of the source of this anguish, but to no avail. From this vantage point nothing can be seen... But perhaps if somebody was to lean in a little further out on the edge this mystery could be solved? It's a narrow platform, so only one Delver could walk out there...
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Post by OshaliteX2 on Apr 28, 2016 7:04:14 GMT -5
Lincoln should probably go if no one else does. Let's just hope he doesn't fall off. *cough* >__> <__<
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Post by Dimitri on Apr 28, 2016 12:47:16 GMT -5
Yes, I rather like the idea of Lincoln going.
then maybe he'll fall and we won't have to hear more jokes
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Post by Koopario on Apr 29, 2016 10:06:54 GMT -5
hello how are you today I'm Negerine
Before we do anything, see if there isn't a way one of us can make things safer. Lincoln could construct something, I could try something with the Ambiences...
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