will save : 12
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PM: [Private to Kalmir Colbeysson: You are paralyzed, frozen in place. You are still aware and can breathe normally but cannot take any actions, even speech. Each round on your turn, you may attempt a new saving throw to end the effect. (This is a full-round action that does not provoke attacks of opportunity.)]

<red>OOC: Sorry for the delay. Long weekend.

Seeing the creatures rise from the ruined sewer entrance Damion froze for a second. Were they demons come to reak havok, could he stand against them? He was snapped back to reality as soon as Khidran yelled to him. With determination he called upon the gifts granted to him by Mielikki. He kneeled on one knee, his right hand placed on the ground.
"Rise up children of Mielikki. Bind these evil doers in there place!"

Casting Entangle centered on the orc.

Damion's prayer is answered but the spell goes awry. He feels the magic of his goddess flow through his hands, into the ground, spreading out as it searches for some semblance of flora in surrounding area. It finds none. But something else happens instead.

The snow around melted patch on ground races in like a mini avalanche towards the Orc and encases his boots, rooting him place. The dumbfounded Orc stares at his encased boots and tries in vain to pull the free, from the seeming fragile snow.

The Gnoll skids to a halt when he notices the snow's odd behavior. He looks at the newcomers and begins stalking towards you.

Ok it's initiative time.

Initiative:2, and I am not wearing armor so I am at AC11.

PM: [Private to Damion Forrester: Its cool, you have spells that can help with that.]

PM:
[Private to DM Darkchylde: 20:18, Today: Khidran Naleth rolled 5 using 1d20+2. Iniative. ]

23:29, Today: Kalmir Colbeysson rolled 4 using 1d20+2. Initiative.

Well, having a high initiative wouldn't help me right now anyway. :)

The Gnoll charges forward, snarling like a wild beast, making a b-line for Damion. Meanwhile the robed man starts casting another spell, sprinkling something on the blade of his dagger, while Orc tries to free himself from the entangling snow…

First Round actions please.

Damion was completely confused with the way his first spell acted. This had never happened before but if his mistress granted the control over ice then so be it. Seeing the gnoll targeting him Damion reached inside himself and looked the creature in it's beady dog-like eyes.
"You will know the power of Mielikki, foul creature!" the young priest yelled, his words carrying with them the power of his goddess.

[Private to DM Darkchylde: Casting DOOM. Will save VS DC15 to negate]

PM: [Private to Damion Forrester: Yeah I know, there are no plants in the radius and I didnt have the heart to say "nothing happens". Its a divine spell and the gods work in "mysterious ways" so Mielikki answered your prayer in this fashion this time. The next time that spell might fail.]

Hearing the destruction, Authiel, a tiny little, pretty young elf, rushed towards the sounds of spellcasting.  With her favorite spell already in mind, Authiel came upon the scene and quickly chose sides, sending her purple missiles towards the charging gnoll.

[Private to DM Darkchylde: 18:01, Today: Authiel Hannasiel rolled 5 using 2d4+2. MM.  ]

Kalmir unable to move feels the familiar tingle fo anger racing through him. He tries to channel his anger in an attempt to break the hold the foul wizard put on him but was unable to do so.


[private to gm: Myky, start raging for the extra +2 to save. didn't pass the save though. only rolled 9.]

The filthy Gnoll is no match for the power of Mielikki. It beady eyes widen in fear and falters in its charge only to stagger forward as two purple bolts explode in its back. Wisps of smoke rise from it singed fur as it moves forward to attack the Priest. Its strike goes wide as it takes a swing at the young man. Kalmir's bloodshot eyes widen and the barbarian visible trembles but his impotent rage avails him not. So too the Orc struggles to regain its freedom but the snow holds fast.

Flames erupt from the robed man's dagger and his smile sends chills down the spine of even the most hardened warrior. He draws forth miscellaneous odds and ends from the folds of his robes and incants another spell...
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Damion rolled just outside the gnolls attack, the smell of the fetid creature's breath almost enough to make the young priest retch. While moving he concentrated on a gleaming scimitar clutched in his mistresses hand, which manifests in a glowing scimitar hovering near the gnoll. As soon as it appears it takes a swipe at the creature.

[Private to DM Darkchylde: Cast Spiritual Weapon: 4 rounds, attack: 15, Damage(if applies): 8]

Khidran pulls forth another arrow and carefully aims at the robbed figure, again his concentration fails him and he miss.

[Private to DM Darkchylde: 19:09, Today:
Khidran Naleth rolled 9 using 1d20+4. Attack. ]
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Kalmir's body trembled as he thought about the warriors of his tribe. Brave warriors all, all of them sworn to eschew the arts of mages and give their lives in the warrior tradition that was their birthright. And now he Kalmir was trapped by those very same arts. Kalmir's warrior spirit refused to allow him to die in dishonour. He shook off the effects of foul mage and sought him in the melee. Gripping his greataxe with all his might he ran forward seeking to avenge the dishonour of falling under the mages spell. Only blood would suffice and kalmir was determined to find out if the creature bled like other men.

[private to gm:
22:23, Today: Secret Roll: Kalmir Colbeysson rolled 29 using 1d12+17. damage.
22:22, Today: Secret Roll: Kalmir Colbeysson rolled 24 using 1d20+10. charge power attack +4-4.
22:19, Today: Secret Roll: Kalmir Colbeysson rolled 25 using 1d20+5. will save.]

OOC:

It looks like some good RPing and adventuring was going on here, but I have to cut ahead so we can get the region back on track and get the group focused, get an adventure chosen, and then get any NPCs needed for the adventure introduced.

So the events going on above wrap up, you rest up for a night, and re-group in te common room for some breakfast, discussion, and games of darts, dice, and so on.

Khidrath had been up for an hour or so cleansing his mind an preparing his daily ration of spells, Soe slept in as usual; when they had first meet she got up with him and teased him so that it would take hours for even a simple spell, he looked at her, love reflecting through his eyes. He preceded to sit by her side waking her slowly and petting her stomach just like she liked it, she opened her eyes and yawned but quickly curled up in his rope "Not now sweetie, we’d better make a good impression on our newfound friends" and so he went down and ordered a large breakfast for all of them, Soe curling up inside his robe.

Damion woke at the crack of dawn and dressed. He left the inn and wandered to the outskirts of town to a copse of trees. He entered the trees and knelt down placing his hands on the frozen earth. The young priest began his morning ritual of prayer. As the sun rose and the warm rays washed over him he felt the warmth of his goddess fill him. He was still relatively new to the ways of Mielikki even though he had been in her grace for most of his life so he reveled in the feeling of her presence.

After his prayer time was over he made his way back to town. His shoulder ached from the wound he recieved the following day in the battle with the sewer dwellers and he shivered as he wandered by the scorched land where they had come out into the streets. He was lucky that the others had joined in the fray and helped himself and his companions. Damion entered the inn once again, as he had done for the last tenday, and got the table his companions and he had sat at every morning since coming to the town.

Prudence Colarn, the young but dour owner of The Rusty Nail nods to each of you in greeting as you enter the common room.


Prudence Colarn:


Lissen, thanks again for taking care of those fellas last night.

They've been in once or twice in the past month, and trouble always follows 'em.

Matter of fact, I think they play dumb, but are part of a band of thieves and maybe assassins.

Folks - ones with money and influence - have disappeared only to turn up dead a few nights later, after bein' seen in the company of some of those louts.



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OOC:

Yes, this will turn into an ARP.  Watch for it.
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Stumbling a bit as he comes down the stairs to the common room is the drunken dwarf who gave as good as he got - better, in fact - during the melee last night.

He nurses a swollen eye, but he managed to take out the orc that entered the inn with a well-aimed strike with his stone mug.  His deft work with a dagger across the grey-skin's throat let you know there is something more to this seeming drunkard than meets the eye.

Orgruth Ironteeth:

Orguth raises a hand and makes the number "2" gesture with his stubby fingers.

Prudence comes over to the table with a plate of two fried eyes, two pieces of dark toast, and two ales.

his usual breakfast.  She rolls her eyes as she leaves.

He slurps most of one of the eggs down, letting some of it drizzle into his beard, then follows up with a slurp of his ale.

He then leans back, lets out a little belch, and says quietly Damn wonder her brother's never around when them robed ones come by.  As if he knew when they was coming and going, eh?

And here the lad had hopes of becoming a paladin, too.

Finishing his ale, he follows up with a piece of toast dunked into the remains of one egg and stuff his mouth before he can say any more.

OOC:

Just to re-do the events of last night to better fit an ARP I am planning:

Five figures entered the tavern last night.  All wore plain dark robes, brown, grey, or dark green.  Wearing the brown robes were a gnoll and an orc.  Wearing the dark grey robes were tough men with decent fighting skills.  Wearing the green robe was a man who somehow held sway and command over the others, was a master of magic or at least had the ability to control elements and energy like heat, cold, and electricity.

You managed to scare them off by killing the gnoll and orc and badly wounding one of the men in the grey robes.

Some property was damaged, but overall, no real harm came to The Rusty Nail due to your intervention.

The five seemed to be looking for someone who rose up out of the sewers, where the five were seen to enter the street, too.

No guards were summoned by the staff or owner of the inn.

Damion's eyebrow raises at the insinuation the dwarf makes.
"Now good sir Ironteeth, I think it may be a bit too early for conspiracies." the young priest says as he takes a drink of water.