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...