Amongst your people, the Hunt is everything.  A Yautja rises or falls based upon the trophies he collects.  From ancient times, it has always been, and shall always be, the Way.  Cetanu, whether on purpose or mistakenly, killed his Chieftain, the Huntmaster, and so was banished from the Home-world.  Taking one of the Ancients scout craft, you have found yourself in the worlds not of your people, accepted by a fringe group of powerful psionic warriors.  They do not judge you upon your actions, but upon your results.  They equipped you with your mindclaws, training you to focus your mental abilities to form the crimson blades from your gauntlets.  They introduced you to someone who could appreciate your...unique talents, of all things, a human, dressed in white clothing.  If it wasn't enough, you have been warned that he is a most dangerous creature, a noble of the Dragon Empire.

You have been called to meet with him, deep in the urban jungle of the metropolis of Khandar, within the Domain of Altara, the White Dragons.  Some hunt that would grant you an impressive trophy, as well as access to wealth to improve you equipment.

Cetanu was confused as to how this human could be any danger to him, but during his training he'd learned that often there was more to beings than their appearance. He moves, covered by his plain gray cloak, hood pulled low and a grace about his movements that seemed impossible for such a large creature.

Once he arrived, he announced his presence, "You have need of a hunter?"

The air grows quite cold, as if one of the rare winters of your homeworld have come.  There is a creak of scale, of a great creature breathing, moving from within the darkness of the abandoned garage.  Your thermal sensors do not detect any heat signatures, but as you switch over to your night vision, you notice a human walking towards you.  A young male, dressed in a white trench coat, with matching white clothing and white, and even its eyes are white.  "Yes.  Your order has recommended you, and so I seek the...removal, of another of my kind.  His name is Ithurix, a bastard of my cousin's line.  He has proved to be...unwilling to cooperate with the House, and so I offer you 5000 credits to...deal with him.  Do you accept?"  The white human asked, staring at your mask intently.

Cetanu is curious, this was a strange being indeed, "I would ask that you tell me what you can of his habits, or routines, where he typically can be found. A starting point for the hunt if you will." Head tilting to the side slightly, "Otherwise, yes, I accept the contract for the hunt."

The human begins to laugh, a cruel, deep laugh.  "Easy enough.  He runs the Frostrime, a bar not too far from here.  Ithurix was given management of it by his father, but its profits were to be split between himself and the House.  Needless to say, we have received...less than we used to.  From there, he has a condo on the outskirts of Khandar.  We desire a quick, and evidence free, removal.  I can keep the Diviners in the local police from finding him, the physical evidence would be yours to do with as you please."  He spoke, removing a holographic projector from his clothing.  Its image springs to life, showing a Half-White Dragon, wearing sickly yellow fatigues.  It switches to the outside view of a rather dingy looking bar, and then a small condominium on the outskirts of the city.  "I trust this will be enough to begin?  If so, just tap this projector three times, and it will alert me to when you are ready to meet me here."  He said, handing the device to you.
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Cetanu gave a single nod, this would be straight forward. "There will be no evidence, I require only his skull... a trophy you understand? I will see you soon." If there is nothing else to add, Cetanu will first head to the bar, scope it out, have a drink, get a feel for the place and the patrons, as well as the proprietor. His mark.

Your size makes you stand out slightly as you walk through the cityscape, but within ten minutes, you see the bar before you.  It was obviously ill run, dingy would be an upgrade for this place.  As you enter, the first thing that assaults you is the dim light, followed by, thankfully due to your mask filter, the stench of unwashed bodies.  You can make out the forms of Orcs, Goblins, even Humans.  Behind the counter, you notice Ithurix, in his sickly yellow fatigues, giving you a cautious look.

Cetanu approached the bar, "Something cheap and strong please." Cetanu checked everyone out casually, assessing any that might be a threat. "Passing through, looking for a place to enjoy a quiet drink." he adds, trying to put the half dragon at ease, at least for now.

The half-dragon looks you over, before looking at the counter.  "Five creds."  He spoke, pulling out a glass, and a bottle filled with a dark amber color liquid.  He doesn't fill it yet.

Cetanu hands over ten creds, "Keep it boss, thanks." Once the cup is filled Cetanu will survey the bar area, getting a feel for exits and basically understanding the lay out. It might be important. Otherwise he will finish his drink, then head toward the house to check it out as well.

As you hand over the ten credits, Ithurix replaces the alcohol with a sickly green liquid.  "This is the good stuff."  He speaks, pouring into your cup.  Taking a stiff drink, it is strong enough to curl the hair across your body.  The half-dragon snorts, shaking his head in amusement, before returning to 'cleaning' his bar.  He doesn't appear to be an unfriendly person, but looks can be deceiving.

Leaving the bar, you travel to the edge of the metropolis, examining the condominium where your prey lives.  Good security, well protected by no few alarm systems, and the occasional Imperial Police patrol.  It would be tough to hunt him here, but in the city...there are always options.

Cetanu didn't have to take his target this very moment. It was time to hunt, track, stalk, watch. His plan now, was to spend a day or two following his prey from the bar home, and anywhere in between. Establish a routine, pick a spot, make the kill. Cetanu nodded to himself and smiled. This would be a worthy hunt.

OOC:  I will need three Perception Rolls, and three Survival Rolls.  Unless you are going to be doing something specific, let me know.

OOC Nothing specific other than trying to NOT be seen repeatedly by my target.


08:08, Today: Cetanu rolled 18 using 1d20+8.  survival.

08:08, Today: Cetanu rolled 26 using 1d20+8.  survival.

08:08, Today: Cetanu rolled 21 using 1d20+8.  survival.

08:08, Today: Cetanu rolled 9 using 1d20+6.  perception.

08:08, Today: Cetanu rolled 22 using 1d20+6.  perception.

08:08, Today: Cetanu rolled 18 using 1d20+6.  perception.

Well then, please provide three Steath Checks, and we shall see how well you have stalked your prey.

10:20, Today: Cetanu rolled 27 using 1d20+11.  sneaky.

10:20, Today: Cetanu rolled 22 using 1d20+11.  sneaky.

10:19, Today: Cetanu rolled 13 using 1d20+11.  sneaky?

not as well as I would've liked. jeez.

Returning to the bar, you discover that your prey leaving from behind the building, though you think perhaps he spots you.  Hailing a taxi, the hovercar swiftly departs from the area, out distancing your ability to track it.  The following night you are able to hide successfully, and watch as your prey leaves the bar, looking around, and then taps a section of the wall on the opposite building.  A doorways opens up that wasn't there before, and your target disappears.  The third night follows the same routine as the second, though your unsure exactly on how your prey is leaving the other building, or even how to enter.  It appears to be a small apartment complex though.

Cetanu was a little bit confused, and decided examining the wall would be a good idea, as well as spending a day waiting to see how he leaves the building.


09:23, Today: Cetanu rolled 31 using 1d20+11.  watch for an exit.

09:23, Today: Cetanu rolled 8 using 1d20+6.  checking the wall.

Examination of the wall provides little, save the area around the ground is pretty clean, and nothing is blocking that section of wall.

Hiding as you do, you notice on the fourth night your prey leave in the early morning, again looking around, but oblivious to your watchful gaze.  He starts to touch certain bricks, though his body is blocking your line of sight as he finishes, leaving two bricks out of your knowledge on how to enter this entrance way.

For a noble, Ithurix appears to be a very nervous individual, and this secrecy speaks of something larger?

Cetanu knew it wouldn't be easy to take this prey, if it was, it wouldn't be worth the effort. He would wait, one more day, and take him as he left the building.


OOC this is on the assumption that when you say 'early morning' you mean before traffic would be heavy, otherwise Cetanu will take his prey as he attempts to enter the building.

OOC:
Perception Check please.
Initiative Check please.

By morning, I mean 4 am, after the bar closes, and apparent "cleaning" and inventory for the day.

07:23, Today: Cetanu rolled 6 using 1d20+3.  initiative.

07:23, Today: Cetanu rolled 18 using 1d20+6.  perception.

As you get ready to ambush your prey, you notice that he seems edgier than normal.  As you move in to attack, he lifts his snout up, sniffing slightly, and pulls out a blaster from his fatigues, aiming at you with some accuracy.  The dark ally becomes a blaze of light as super heated plasma burns into your flesh.

OOC:  You take 12 points of fire damage.

Snarling, looking to buy time to close range and use his preferred weapon, his mind claws, Cetanu slings his discblade at his chosen prey.


07:13, Today: Cetanu rolled 13 using 2d4+5.  dmg.

07:13, Today: Cetanu rolled 24 using 1d20+6.  discblade.

Your disc flies through the air, slamming into the half dragons armor, knocking him against the wall.  Snarling, he watches as you move in on him, taking a deep breath, and exhales.  A long mist of frost filled air fills the alley as you approach, a white haze of super cold air.

Breath Attack (Reflex Save DC 15:  Failed save you take 23 points of cold damage.  Succeed and you take 11.)

So, your last attack was actually a threat, since you rolled between 17-20, and I rolled your confirmation for a critical, but you didn't hit his AC.

Cetanu Damage Taken:  12 Fire, (23 or 11) Cold.
Ithurix Damage Taken:  13 Slashing.

Cetanu rushed in, ignoring the biting cold despite the damage it caused him. His mind claws flared to life as he slashed at the prey he'd been stalking now for days.


16:19, Today: Cetanu rolled 11 using 1d4+7.  dmg if hit.

16:19, Today: Cetanu rolled 14 using 1d20+7.  mind claw.

16:17, Today: Cetanu rolled 19 using 1d20+5.  roll high....RS.

Your mindclaw scraps against the half dragons armor, allowing the creature to retaliate with its own claws.  The first swipe misses, but the second lands a score against you, drawing forth blood.  Sneering in hatred, the maw of the half dragon snaps forward, missing your neck.

Cetanu Damage Taken:  12 Fire, 11 Cold, 10 Slashing.
Ithurix Damage Taken:  13 Slashing.

Cetanu lets his mind feel the pain, embracing it, letting it out in the form of anger as he slashes again with his mind claws at Ithurix.

09:51, Today: Cetanu rolled 11 using 1d4+7.  dmg.

09:50, Today: Cetanu rolled 20 using 1d20+7.  hit with mind claw.

The half dragon appears to go into a rage, frost forming around its mouth, he begins to claw and snap at you with all of his might.  His icy maw misses, but his claws rake across your throat, slashing your arteries.  Bright green blood showers the alley as you fall, the last thing you see is your enemy roaring in victory...

Cetanu Damage Taken:  12 Fire, 11 Cold, 53 Slashing.
Ithurix Damage Taken:  26 Slashing.
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As his vision fades, Cetanu begins to feel cold, odd for him. And a sensation of being watched, floating, as if he has no control over his movement. Everything is black. His mind starts racing, anger at his own failure, disgust that he had done so poorly on the hunt... he began pleading to the ancient sith lords to let him live and be a true instrument of their will, their ideas and teachings. Instinctively he asked his racial ancestors for forgiveness and a chance to hunt again, to not die a failure. Cetanu had much to do, if he had to pray to other gods, then so be it. At this point his pleading turned to any greater being who would listen, and even as his life blood spilled in the alley, he wasn't so naïve to assume there wouldn't be a price...

A cold darkness surrounds you, filling your being.  You are alone, yet not alone.  Something whispers in the darkness, a voice so ancient, so evil, that it would send chills down your spine if you could still feels yours.  "You have called, begging for the continuation of your life.  What do you offer me, that I may want, that would tempt me to aid you so."  The voice asked, seeming to have heard these please far to many times.

The fear spurred him on, the hunt HAD to continue. "I will spread you name, if you speak it. I will send you many souls. People will know you and tremble knowing I am the instrument of your designs."

The voice seems to ponder your promises, laughing slightly.  "All life fears me.  All living things must come to me, or serve me beyond.  In the end, I am that which cannot be appeased by such offers.  I grant you one more chance, to offer me something I may desire, some service that only you may offer."

"Trophies, the hunt. I am a hunter... I this is what I do. It's all I know, really. I can send you many trophies, though I doubt you desire such..."

The voice seems to ponder your statement, before speaking.  "So, Hunter, you can serve me.  Finish your mission and seek out one of my faithful upon the world in which you inhabit.  He will set forth the tasks in which you can repay my mercy."  The darkness turns red, your blood begins to boil as you struggle to breath.  You open your eyes, to see Ithurix staring at you in disbelief, breathing heavy.

Cetanu asked, before his eyes opened, "Have you a name so I may seek out this faithful servant, so I may serve him, and by proxy you?"

Whether he receives an answer or not, Cetanu doesn't waste any time attacking Ithurix. With renewed Vigor, he lunges for the target, slashing at whatever vital area he can reach.

07:12, Today: Cetanu rolled 11 using 1d4+7.  hurt.

07:12, Today: Cetanu rolled 22 using 1d20+7.  please hit...

The half dragon flinches, his eyes wide open, shocked by what has just happened.  So stunned was he, that he couldn't react properly, receiving the slash across his stomach.  Roaring, he swipes at you with his claws, and tries to bite, obviously winded from his rage earlier.

Cetanu Damage Taken:  15 Slashing.
Ithurix Damage Taken:  37 Slashing.
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Cetanu, immediately enraged at the sight of the half dragon's blood, misses his second attack horribly...

07:29, Today: Cetanu rolled 8 using 1d20+7 ((1)).
The die roller hates me...

Ithurix looks at you in disgust, reaching down with his claws to try and strangle you.  He fails to grab hold hold of you.

Cetanu Damage Taken:  15 Slashing.
Ithurix Damage Taken:  37 Slashing.

Reacting with speed that one his size rarely possessed, Cetanu slashed again at the half dragon with his mind claws.


08:50, Today: Cetanu rolled 9 using 1d4+7.  hurt bad please.

08:49, Today: Cetanu rolled 24 using 1d20+7.  cmon cut him..

Your attack of opportunity hits, slicing him once more.  He mumbles something, and takes a look of sudden pain, but his wounds begin to heal before slashing at you once more.  He fails to hit.

Cetanu Damage Taken:  15 Slashing.
Ithurix Damage Taken:  34 Slashing.  Healed for 12 Hit Points.

Seeing the wounds start to heal, Cetanu guesses healing magic, which means some sort of concentration. Using the brief lapse in the half dragon's attention, he spins and slashes again with his mind claws.

09:04, Today: Cetanu rolled 11 using 1d4+7.  hurt.

09:04, Today: Cetanu rolled 24 using 1d20+7.  cmon high roll.

With the exhaustion of his rage, and your furious assault, Ithurix falls into the dirty alley, his body rapidly cooling in the early morning air.  The half-dragon's eyes glaze over in death, as you look down upon him.

Cetanu was happy this hunt had ended, it had cost him more than he could imagine, but he'd succeeded. He quickly searched the wall again, looking for the secret entrance. It was time to take his trophy.


08:23, Today: Cetanu rolled 11 using 1d20+6 ((5)).

As you search the wall, you begin to press the bricks in what you think is the right order.  At the last two, you guess, trying to activate the door.  It does not appear to work.  If you wish, you could try again, or you can deal with the corpse behind you.

Cetanu tries the bricks one more time, if unsuccessful, he will simply take the skull for a trophy and then destroy the rest of the corpse, with his weapons, cutting it into small pieces and scattering them in the alley(hiding them if possible, in a dumpster etc.).


08:28, Today: Cetanu rolled 13 using 1d20+6.  perception.

You are unable to open the secret door.  Turning to rend your foe to pieces, you begin placing bits and pieces across the alley, though the ground is covered in his blood.  With his head secure in your trophy pouch, you begin to trek back to the abandoned parking facility.

Cetanu hustled through the shadows, working quickly and quietly to get back to his meeting place, he tapped the projector three times as he'd been instructed.

OOC kinda hoping it rains and washes the blood away lol.

The projector flashes green before its glow diminishes, and so the wait for your contact begins.

Cetanu will seek out a relatively shadowed area and use his chameleon armor to hide himself until his contact shows up.

As you wait, the air noticeably begins to cool after an hour.  As you watch, a pale mists begins to rise from the ground, suffice it to say, your patron draws near.  "So...you have summoned me, should I suppose you were successful?"  The cruel, cold voice speaks, hissing slightly in the darkness.

Cetanu bowed his head in acknowledgement, "I was, here is his skull, as proof, and as trophy for my collection."

A massive white, almost skeletal, head of a white dragon emerges from the darkness, sniffing the head.  A slight rumbling comes from deep within its throat.  "It is true, Ithurix is no longer a thorn in my side.  Well done."  The dragon speaks, hissing, it drops a credit chip on the ground before you.  "Five Thousand Credits, as promised.  I hope he suffered a most painful death."  It hissed, withdrawing slowly into the darkness.

With a credit chip full of money, and a new trophy, what do you wish to do next?

Cetanu would need better armor most likely, that would be first on the agenda, or upgrading what he has now, then he needs to find a follower of whomever it was that resurrected him, and begin his penance.

Contacting your Order, they inform you that they are unsure of your equipment, but a underground supplier might be able to provide you access to restricted tech or magical spellware.  As for finding a contact for whatever resurrected you, perhaps a Unification church, there is generally at least on in a major city such as this.

Cetanu would then start to seek out the Unification church and get that process started, better to not keep things powerful waiting.

Searching the local Infonet, you quickly find the grand temple of the unification church.  A few hours later, having returned to your ship to place your trophy on the wall, you make your way to the reaching pillars of largest temple in the city.  Twelve symbols adorn the outside, each the same size, representing the twelve gods of the unification church.  There is one entrance to this building, representing that although there are many different gods, the church is one.  Within, you see a young human male, brown hair and blue eyes, behind a reception desk, with corridors leading in beyond him.

Having little knowledge of the ways of this church, Cetanu approached, bowing his head slightly, "I seek knowledge, true knowledge. I am ignorant in the ways of this church. Can you tell me of the gods represented here? Or direct me to someone who can?" His voice deep and resonating, as he spoke to the human.

The young man speaks clearly, indicating to each symbol.

"The Twelve Gods of the Unification Church, as envisioned by the Prophet Anuiat over ten thousand years ago.  Father, Mother, Judge, Lover, Warrior, Smith, Magus, Stormchaser, Merchant, Trickster, Destroyer, and Reaper.  Each is easily represented on any Outlands world of a common deity, just by different names.  How may I help you."  The man asked, inclining his head slightly.

Cetanu listened carefully, the Reaper. That had to be him. "Could you point me towards the Reaper's area please." he said as politely as one o his kind could manage, this human was helpful, and he had no reason to be rude.

The humans face turns towards a hall marked by the symbol of a humanoid skull.  "Therin lies the realm of Death, and his clergy.  Keeper Talros is currently the high priest of the Reaper on this world, and with luck, he is in.  Head down the hall, and I am sure you will be greeted well."  The human spoke, gesturing down a dark corridor.  Occasionally, you glimse ghostly light go along the corridor.

Cetanu nodded, "My thanks." and started off down the hall, his senses in over drive as adrenaline coursed through his veins, this was it, he was about to meet his benefactor, or at least his benefactors voice on this plane or planet anyway.

As you travel along the hall, your darkvision helps little.  The ghost lights disrupt it, so that you must travel by their light through the darkness.  After a few minutes you feel a vast chamber of darkness before you, with no lights apparent.  Still, you darkvision does not help.

"Be at ease, Seeker.  The Realm of the Reaper is one best defined by the individual.  I am Keeper Talros, High Priest of the Reaper, and Speaker in the Darkness.  What has drawn you to the Lord of Death this day?"  A rich voice asks, some distance in the chamber.

Cetanu bowed, out of respect, unsure if Talros could even see the gesture. It was somewhat unsettling to him that his vision was incapable of piercing the darkness, but it was what it was.

"I very nearly recently crossed over, High Priest, I had a vision, and I was back. In my vision, if you will call it that, I experienced much. And was told to seek you out so that I may serve the Reaper, to repay his mercy."

You hear a swish of fabrics, and the slow beat of boot heels walking across the floor.  "The Reaper is not a Deity of Mercy.  The Reaper is the end of all things, the beginning of unlife.  Those of the faith who serve him in a public capacity focus on his aspect of remembrance and the care of the dead.  Those who live in shadow know his true intentions...  I have had a vision, of a warrior sent by the Reaper to remove a problem for me.   It would seem you are that warrior.  A prominent elven priestess of the Mother has been questioning the motives of my faith in public, and I desire her removal.  More than that, I desire her body so that I might gift her with unlife.  I believe you will find her sanctuary on the other side of this planet, in the city of Karov.  Do this, and perhaps the Reaper shall be satisfied."  The voice spoke, walking away in the darkness once more.  Behind you, you notice the ghost lights once more, guiding you away from the chamber of darkness.

OOC Cetanu would ask for a name, as elven priestess is rather generic. Otherwise, cool.


Cetanu nodded, again, unsure if it could be seen. "The Reaper's will, be done." Cetanu would inquire about a trophy once the job was finished. He knew the Reaper would not be satisfied, likely ever, so he didn't even entertain the thought. This was his lot now, right now and maybe for the rest of his days. Once he exited the chamber, he began seeking information about the city Karov and how long it would take him to get there. Once he knew where he was headed, he'd get there as fast as possible.

OOC:  It might have been an intentional lack of providing a name.  A test to see if you are cunning enough to figure out which priestess you are supposed to remove.  The Reaper (Lawful Evil) and the Mother (Chaotic Good) are polar opposites, one for death, the other for life.  He has given you the hints you need to figure out your target.

Leaving the Unification Church, you make your way to your spacecraft.  Connecting to the planetary InfoNet, your search begins for your target.

OOC:  Two Intelligence checks please.

Cetanu considered the priests words as he traveled, his life had just gotten even more interesting. And deadly.


OOC good point, I hadn't considered that.

07:37, Today: Cetanu rolled 4 using 1d20.  INT check.

07:37, Today: Cetanu rolled 10 using 1d20.  INT check.

OOC:  Sorry, work caught me unexpectedly.  Shall continue now!

Searching the planetary InfoNet, you come up with the location of the sacred site dedicated to the Mother, as well as a few possible candidates as your target.

High Priestess Solarus Windcaller, Elven Female, roughly middle aged.

High Priestess Auralia Grovewand, Half-Elven Female, appears to be in her 20s.

Priestess Aegia Lightsworn, Half Gold Dragon Elven Female, age indeterminable.

You arrive shortly on the outskirts of the small city, noticing in the center of the city a large park that you recognize as the sacred site.

OOC no worries, looking for work myself now. dammit. lol

Cetanu thought back on the priests words, he specified Elven, not half, or half dragon. Using that, he determined that Solarus Windcaller must be the one. Waiting until night, and using his chameleon armor he will scout the park, picking potential ambush sites, routes of escape and bottlenecks if he was persued by a larger force once he'd done his work.

09:18, Today: Cetanu rolled 9 using 1d20+6.  perception.

09:17, Today: Cetanu rolled 20 using 1d20+11.  stealth.

As you begin to stalk your prey, you notice that the park appears to be well kept, extraordinarily so.  At the entrance to the park, you note that there are no walls or gates, and that there appears to be no security.  At the moment, there appears to be only a few acolytes of the faith gathered, tending the trees and few animals that live there.  A massive tree grows in the center, next to a tranquil pond.  Within the trees boughs, you glimpse what appears to be a tree house, with a ladder extended down.  Occasionally, an acolyte goes up or down the extended stairs, disappearing within.

Cetanu will continue to stalk the area, looking for other ways up to the tree house, it wouldn't do to get surprised, he had no idea what these priestly types were capable of after all. And he still hadn't found the spot he wanted for the kill.


12:19, Today: Cetanu rolled 24 using 1d20+11.  stealth.

12:18, Today: Cetanu rolled 25 using 1d20+6.  perception.

You manage to avoid detection for now, but your observations provide little detail.  You believe that perhaps this tree house is larger than it appears, for there are many acolytes than it would account for.  Dusk approaches, and you see the acolytes begin to gather by the pond.  From the water, massive lily pads emerge, opening to reveal three priestess.  One a half gold dragon, one a half elf, and one an elf.  They begin to sing, serenading those gathered as the sun sets.

OOC assuming I have a clear line of sight....


Cetanu decides now was the time, surely they did not expect an attack in their sacred garden. Carefully aiming and firing his shoulder blaster at the elven woman.

11:27, Today: Cetanu rolled 14 using 4d4+5.  dmg.

11:27, Today: Cetanu rolled 16 using 1d20+5.  shoulder blaster.

The blast tears through the evening air, striking the elven woman in the shoulder.  The gathered acolytes begin to scatter, while the two high priestesses each react to the attack, blocking their sister from further direct attacks.  One reaches down, a green healing light flowing from her hand to the wounded priestess.  The half dragoness looks in your direction, her golden orbs peering seemingly at your location.  She points at your direction, and green armored figures appear from the fringes of the group, rangers of some sort, blasters being drawn as they advance towards you.

OOC:  You have four rangers approaching your location.  They appear to be humanoids, wearing dark green combat armor.  Stealth Check and Initiative, as well as first rounds actions.

OOC If I can't avoid the rangers let me know, I'll roll attacks.

14:07, Today: Cetanu rolled 20 using 1d20+3.  init.

14:06, Today: Cetanu rolled 23 using 1d20+11.  stealth.

Cetanu will try to move into a position to get another shot at the priestess he hit with his initial attack. In doing so he will try to avoid the rangers for now, it was imperative that he finish this job, and quickly.

The rangers appear to be quite adept at finding you, their blasters aim at you as laser sights flick on, hitting your location.  Once two of the rangers lock on your location, the other two spread out, beginning to surround your location.  Meanwhile, the priestesses continue to guard their fallen comrade, and the acolytes continue to run and hide.

OOC:  So, cold is kicking my butt.  Think of this post as part of a turn, giving you a chance to react.  The rangers appear to have your approximate location, with their laser sights pretty much locked on your location.  Your stealth will provide a cover bonus at the moment against their attacks.

OOC hope you feel better, I'm starting a new job this week so that's why I've been slow.


Cetanu cursed his luck. He was going to need bigger guns for this type of thing.

The priestess had to die. Cetanu aimed and fired once more before beginning his escape attempt.
 As soon as the shot is fired, Cetanu will begin to move away from the rangers, trying to get to the edge of the park area as fast as possible.



08:45, Today: Cetanu rolled 12 using 4d4+5.  dmg.

08:45, Today: Cetanu rolled 12 using 1d20+5.  shoot.

With multiple reaction fires to your attack, that with the grace of the Reaper fail to hit you, the rangers target your location.  Your shot strikes the water adjacent to the priestesses, causing them to look to your location.  The half elf woman chants, pointing at you, a glow begins to surround your form.  The half-dragoness makes a few gestures, and a few words of power, causing the vegetation in the the area to begin to grow, and sway, sticking to you, slowing you down.

OOC:  Will be gone for a few days, so congrats on the job.

Cetanu will use his mind claws now, to slash the vegetation away and simply try to get away from this place for now.


OOC cool enjoy your weekend and thanks!

Igniting your mindclaws, you begin to rend the vegetation around you.  Doing so allows the rangers to find your location quickly, laser fire raking your position.  You feel your left shoulder struck by the laser blast from behind, knocking you down.  The two flanking rangers draw curved blades, their blades keen as they move closer.

9 points of Fire Damage.  You are prone.  Fairy Fire has illuminated your form, negating any concealment your stealth devices offer...not to mention your glowing blades.  The two rangers will be in range in the next round, they are wielding scimitars.

Cetanu is in flight mode now, being out numbered and surrounded was not his idea of a good time. If any vegetation is currently holding him back he will continue to slash and move, otherwise he's going to move away from the laser firing rangers in a zig zag pattern to make himself a more difficult target.


OOC If I need to roll anything for these actions, let me know. If these actions aren't possible let me know.

Quickly recovering from your injury, you begin to outright run away from the field, though you are still glowing.  The Rangers with lasers fire again, but both shots miss you, hard to believe, as you race away.  The two scimitar armed Rangers pull along side you, each swinging in different directions to bring you down.  The first blade hits you, cutting into your side, while the second misses.

4 points of Slashing damage.  You have one more turn before you can be considered out of direct line of fire, but you are still illuminated by faerie fire, and you have the two rangers armed with their scimitars on your flank.

Cetanu doesn't acknowledge the blow, even though it stings, he keeps running but now slashes out with his mind claws at the ranger who just hit him.


12:27, Today: Cetanu rolled 11 using 1d4+7.  dmg.

12:27, Today: Cetanu rolled 16 using 1d20+7.  mind claw.

Your mind claw glides over the rangers armor, causing him to pause a moment to acknowledge the blow.  As you enter the woods, you notice that the laser fire has stopped, though both rangers are still on your tail.  If anything, they appear to be gaining on you in this environment.  Your audio sensors pick up sirens in the distance.

Cetanu will continue running, trying to lose the rangers if he can. If not, he will stop to deal with them and then move on.

OOC if they catch up to me I'll roll attacks in the next post boss.