As Viktor looks at the jars and containers, he quickly deduces that they are a bit to big to take in whole. Instead he grabs a few of the smaller vials nearby and slides some of the supplies in those. After gathering samples from several of the containers he adjusts his gear to minimize breakage of the same vials and heads to the door. All is silent at the door, which as you test, can be easily opened. Angrboda nods for an all clear, not sure if she had heard anything thanks to Viktors "delicate" handling of the apothecarian goods. Silently steeling into the room you find yourself in a rather large irregularly shaped chamber.

The Western wall of the room is taken up by shelves stocked with a wide assortment of arcane paraphernalia including beakers and phials filled with strange liquids and powders. In the center of the room stands a large bench or table, a rectangular slab of glistening ebon stone, laced with veins of silver. It is supported by four silver legs that resemble gnarled roots of an ancient tree. Directly above the table is a 10-foot long translucent blue-green crystal with nine spikes of various lengths, all radiating out from the long central body of the crystal. The tip of the central spike, pointing down towards the table, glows with a pulsing unpleasant green light. Near the table another small, crescent shaped slab of stone displays and assortment of multicolored crystals, each glowing with it's own inner light.

In a series of nine stalls arranged along the north and east walls stand what appear to be five women and four men, mummified and dressed in various (what you assume to be) fashions of Ildaron nobility. You can see that their eyes and mouths are sewn tightly shut with catgut, their hands clasp on hilts of strange looking black swords all bearing disturbing silvered runes.

From your vantage point you can also see that the small niche in the upper left of the room contains a small pool. The outer rim of the pool is ringed with inlaid silvered runes carved into the stone. Due to your inherent knowledge you can easily recognize the most prominent rune in the bunch, the eight sided icon of Chaos. The lighting in the room makes the liquid in the pool appear to be inky black.

After taking in the room you get a sense that you are not the only one here. Keeping still your senses are rewarded as a lithe, extremely comely, silver-blond haired women walks into your vision from the "south". Wearing a comfortable midnight blue robe, her pale skin and nearly silver hair form an almost luminous halo about her face as she moves. You see that beyond a few bangles at her wrist she is almost completely unadorned of decadent finery that dripped from the outside of the royal compound. Completely absorbed in her task, you watch her move towards the table from the door you can see from the corner of you eye to the south. She appears to be carrying a luminous crystal much like you one you can see on the crescent shaped dais near the table.
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Do you think we should kill her or ask her what she is doing? I need she seems to be drugged up or something.Walks a little closer to Angrboda...

Not bothering to answer with words Angrboda moves quietly over behind the woman, drawing her dagger as she goes. Cursing as she trips over a stool between them she rushes forward to press the attack.

15:11, Today: Angrboda rolled 87 using 1d100. move quiet tn 60.
15:12, Today: Angrboda rolled 37 using 1d100. dagger attack tn 110.

As the stool skitters a bit the woman looks up towards the storage room. Her features shift from absent minded calculations to one of fear. Her eyes widen as she see's the intent in Angrboda's eyes. Thinking fast, she tosses the crystal in her hand at Angrboda and turns to run. The luminous crystal arcs through the air and hits Angrboda, causing no damage, but making her flinch from her intended path. A slight tinkling noise dances about the room as the crystal bounces and hits the floor.  Running as fast as her slipper covered feet can carry her, she bolts for the opening just to the right of the doorway seen on the opposite side of the room.

In a silky voice you can hear the woman shouting down the hall "Intruders in the Lab!"



22:04, Today: The Grey Lords, for the NPC Woman, rolled 7 using 1d100. Throw TN 65. - Critical
22:01, Today: The Grey Lords, for the NPC Woman, rolled 28 using 1d100. Dodge TN 55. - Pass

22:05, Today: The Grey Lords, on behalf of Angrboda, rolled 94 using 1d100. Dodge TN 41. - Fail

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Guess it is fighting time...nice plan....Makes a dash towards the woman in the hall as he winds up his axe being careful Angrboda isn't in the way....    rolled 69 and 18

Viktor unslings his Lymorian axe and sprints around the corner. Seeing that the easy path is occupied by Angrboda, he performs an astounding act of agility as he slides over the ebon slab in the middle of the room to land on his feet ready for action. Not wanting to loose his forward momentum he springs forward in a savage hack intending to stop the mysterious woman from getting away. The scraping of Viktors plate across the slab must has alerted the woman that something is up. She changes direction allowing Viktors blow to slice cleanly through the air and somehow is able to fling open the wooden door opening another avenue of escape.

From down the hall that the woman was running you can hear another door opening and the sound of several people in armor hurrying.


14:43, Today: The Grey Lords, for the NPC Woman, rolled 1 using 1d100. Agility tn 80.
14:38, Today: The Grey Lords, on behalf of Viktor, rolled 4 using 1d100. Agility.
14:36, Today: The Grey Lords, for the NPC Woman, rolled 27 using 1d100. Dodge tn 35.

Time for Combat. Since there is only two of you, go ahead and post your actions and rolls (See "Example of Combat" thread for what I want) I will then recap and keep things in synch with the other group.

Well Angrboda time to have some fun...follow me...smiles as a devilish look comes over his eyes...starts swinging his axe at throat level and runs into the hall...growling and laughing



15:01, Today: Viktor rolled 61 using 1d100. Dodge 2.
15:00, Today: Viktor rolled 14 using 1d100. Dodge.
20:42, Today: The Grey Lords, on behalf of Viktor, rolled 14 using 4d6. Axe Dmg.
15:00, Today: Viktor rolled 21 using 1d100. Axe.
15:00, Today: Viktor rolled 64 using 1d100. Engage.
14:59, Today: Viktor rolled 4 using 1d6. Initiative.
this copied backwards....start with initiative
*Edited and fixed*
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Angrboda curses as the guards come towards them, "So much for the quiet appaoch." she laments as she tries to find a place to at least hide, unsuccessfully.  She draws both of her daggers as they round the corner turning to fight.  As the guards approach she turns and attempts to dodge the incoming attack and succeeds in catching it in the gut.  Growling she hacks at the guard with both daggers.  She smiles as the Dragon dagger bites deeply into the guards belly, even though the other dagger misses wildly.

13:07, Today: Angrboda rolled 27 using 1d6+21. Initiative.
13:10, Today: Angrboda rolled 92 using 1d100. Hide TN 60.
13:11, Today: Angrboda rolled 61 using 1d100. Dodge TN 42.
13:12, Today: Angrboda rolled 74 using 1d100. Dagger attack TN 120.
13:13, Today: Angrboda rolled 96 using 1d100. Off hand dagger attack TN 60.
13:18, Today: Angrboda rolled 6 using 1d6+2. Damage.

You see the woman duck through the door, pause for a second, and then disappear. You hear a commotion from up the stairs, sounding like more guards are being rallied to the fleeing woman's defense. The cry of "Hurry !  HURRY !" echos down the steps along with the sound of an unknown number of guards scurrying towards the stairs. Viktor unleashes a primal battlecry as he surges forward hoping that the insanity of a lone man wielding such a huge axe in tight quarters would cause those advancing to pause.

Which is just enough for Angrboda to dance around the charging brick using all the catlike reflexes that her race is known for. Dancing forward she uses the shock and Awe of Viktors charge to get underneath the defenses of one of the first responders. The guard attempts to parry with their longsword, however Angrboda is faster. The dragon dagger sinks into the side of the guard drawing a gasp of pain. Unknown if the guard saw her feint, or if luck was on the guards side, the second dagger strike glances off of the brass gauntlet and does not find any purchase. Locked in combat the guard wildly swings her longsword in an attempt to gut Angrboda. While a solid hit is made, the blade seems to slide right off of the lithe assassin with barely a notice.

Down the hall, over the shoulders of the two guardswomen, you can see two other guards setting up their crossbows for attacks of opportunity. Luckily, the narrow confines and the rapid movements of those involved, they are having a rough time off lining up a shot. The closest of them looses a bolt which flies harmlessly over the combat bogging down at the entrance to the hall.

Viktors forward momentum finally catches up with Angrboda's counter charge. Whatever lords were watching over you seemed to have blessed you at that moment. The other guard that had stopped as Angrboda charged in, must have sensed the bolt flying overhead. Some latent fear or phobia causes the guard to shirk, and loose control of her sword as she ducks. Her sword clangs harmlessly to the floor just as Viktor rushes in in a savage swipe. Not sure if intended or not, but Viktor's Lymorian axe takes a huge toll on the guard as she reaches for the fallen sword, her arm severed from her body. In shock the guard staggers backwards doing her best to staunch the wound with her gauntleted hand.

Going to let the other crew catch up a bit with reactions. Go ahead and post your actions, I'll follow up when they get some in as well.

Admires the guards arm as it flops to the ground and smiles...stops his mighty axe and rests it downward for a second and acknowledges Donblas...regains his breath and twists his body to send his axe swirling in a Tazmanian whirlwind (Taz fully armored with weapons hanging from him)...STAY LOW ANGRBODA!!!  KILL EM ALL!!!! as he drools with the excitement of death.



23:51, Today: Viktor rolled 16 using 4d6. Axe Dmg.
23:50, Today: Viktor rolled 79 using 1d100. Axe Attack.
23:49, Today: Viktor rolled 92 using 1d100. Dodge2.
23:47, Today: Viktor rolled 74 using 1d100. Dodge1.
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Seeing the large Pan Tangian bow his head causes Angrboda to pause, "A follower of Law?" she thinks, "That could cause problems." she shrugs, trusting Balo, then flicks her finger down the hall at one of the approaching guards, feeling the power of chaos pouring through her as she casts the spell.  She twists the blade still in the guard a bit hoping for its magic to take effect.

OOC:  casting agony on one of the guards approaching.

The sound of boots on the ground behind you signals a possible turn in the tide, as reinforcements from behind you begin to close in.

Doing what those in the grip of righteous vengeance tend to do, Viktor finishes his prayer to Donblas and once again charges down the hall. The two guard at the end had finished steadying shots as a word of power echos from Angrboda's lips sending the closest guard to her knees, dropping the crossbow. Clutching her head, a painful wail escapes her lips, the mother of all migraines making her lose all sense of purpose. [Private to Angrboda: You get the feeling that, much like a cat, your actions are causing the dagger to stir from some kind of lethargic state.]

In an attempt to stop the words from spilling from Angrobda's mouth, the guard currently stuck with the dragon dagger swings with her guantleted fist in an obvious attempt to give Angrboda a fat lip. A mere second after the last word from Angrboda is uttered the hay-maker connected. Given that each is bound in a dagger linked dance, the strike hits home giving Angrboda a nice fat lip, but sustaining no other real damage. Either in momentum, or out of spite, Angrboda twists the dagger already lodged in the guard rewarding her with the ability to watch the guards face twist in all forms of agony.

As the guard that Angrboda targeted drops to the ground, the guard at the end of the hall see's an opportunity to loose their bolt into the charging Pan Tangian. Without the benefit of friendly fire the crossbow strikes home and punctures a hole in the chain between the plates on the side of the torso. "Drop your weapons, Your surrounded with no where to go!" The crossbow wielding guard calls after seeing the bolt hit home.

"You two!" From just down the hall, behind you, a voice of authority bellows out. "Step lively or I'm promoting you to slab duty!"

During that chaotic moment Viktor reaches the incapacitated guard and completes his swing. Obviously Donblas is answering his prayers at judging the wicked and dealing out appropriate justice. His great Lymorian axe descends into the agonized guard. Slicing clean through the guards arms and into her chest, Viktor nearly bisects her, giving her a final cure to the agony that Angrboda gave.

Need a hand Angrboda...Pulls out the annoying bolt and sticks it in the head of his recent victim...looks at the guard that shot it and growls at her....laughs sadistically and kicks the severed arm her way...leaving his axe in the fresh corpse...he pulls out his throwing knives and whips them at the crossbow guard...



14:33, Today: The Grey Lords, on behalf of Viktor, rolled 19 using 1d6+15. initiative.
18:43, Today: Viktor rolled 91 using 1d100. dodge.
18:41, Today: Viktor rolled 33 using 1d100. throwing knives.
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Angrboda notices the guards coming down the stairs, "Um, Viktor darling, I seem to be needing help all of my own." she replies to the large man.  That said she twists the dagger again and flicks her finger at one of the guards coming down the stairs.

11:36, Today: Angrboda rolled 95 using 1d100. Dodge TN 42.
11:36, Today: Angrboda rolled 71 using 1d100. Dagger attack TN 120.
11:35, Today: Angrboda rolled 6 using 1d100. Luck TN 120.
Casting Agony again

Angrboda you are kind of almost pretty covered in blood...drops to his knees and again asks for a blessing on his mighty axe...and thanks Donblas...waits for his knives to hit..

"I said get a move on dammit!" bellows down the hall a few moments before even more royal guardswomen emerge from the doorway. The newcomers are just in time to watch as one of guards keels over in agony clutching at their head [Private to Berta; Eclair: The newcomers are you. On map 0 you are the two lighter red G's] This does not prevent the other two from rushing forward to take care of the now alone Angrboda. With swords drawn they move forward with purpose in their eyes and actions, Kill the witch! Angrboda twists and rips the dragon dagger from the gut of the original target causing a slight spray of blood in en effort to better defend herself. The action causes enough so that the original guard falls to the ground, no longer able to keep up the fight.

The two guards act in unison as they lunge forward trying to overpower Angrboda. Two quick thrusts trying to open her defenses dart in. The first Angrboda easily counters, the second is another story. The blade contacts a mere half second before Angrboda is able to turn away. However as with the prior hits, it slides from her as if water off of sealskin.

Viktor leaves his axe where it lays and quickly tosses a knife at the crossbow wielding guardswoman. The dagger flies true, and brushes the armor, deflecting off of one of the large brass rings. The guardswoman, seeing that Viktor has abandoned his axe drops the crossbow, draws her longsword and surges forward. Currently being disarmed, Viktor has no choice but to allow his gothic plate to absorb the blow from the longsword as the sword is unable to penetrate.

The two new guard move forward to press the attack. As they get near the combat you see one of then nod to the other. In a surprise attack you see the taller of the two raise a gauntlet covered fist and smash it into the back of the head of guardswoman pressing Angrboda. A look of complete shock crosses the womans face as she is cold-cocked and layed out from behind. Like a rock the guard drops to the floor. You swear you see the pugilist guard wink as she readies her sword.

One more surprise shows up through the door. A large, taller than Viktor, Amazon warrior saunters through the door. Clad in heavy looking, brass reinforced, plate armor, she carries a whip in the same manner as a taskmaster would. Just in time for one royal guard to drop another you hear the shock in her deep voice "What the hell do you think you are doing?" She quickly assess that somehow a traitor has infiltrated the ranks. Uncoiling the whip she quickly, and with extreme skill, lashes out. Quicker than the eye can follow the whip lashes out towards the pugilist. By luck, or anticipation of the attack, the pugilist is able to dart out of the way at the last second. There is a tiny spark where the whip itself strikes air, causing spots to appear in everyone's eyes. The smell of ozone permeates air and a ringing in your ears an aftershock of the tiny thunderclap.

Not allowing surprise to get the best of her Angrboda yells, "Blessings from Balo!" and begins laughing, "Watch out for her whip, it's a doozy." she warns between giggles, and moves to cover Viktor as she once again casts her spell.  Watching for an opening in the woman's defenses.

Casting agony on the Amazon.

17:42, Today: Angrboda rolled 75 using 1d100. dodge whip.
17:44, Today: Angrboda rolled 21 using 1d100. dagger attack tn 120.

Takes a severed arm and hits the crossbow wench across the face so that blood shoots all over her eyes and starts laughing hysterically...grabs his axe from the corpse and swipes it towards the bottom of her ankles to take her out...Hey Boda I don't know if that big hammer wench wants me to kill her with my axe or please her with my sword...lets out a mighty battle cry...



00:34, Today: Viktor rolled 93 using 1d100. dodge.
00:34, Today: Viktor rolled 44 using 1d100. axe.
00:33, Today: Viktor rolled 91 using 1d100. severed hand slap.
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That's a huge bitch!....looks over at the Amazon and wonders who the guard is that winked at him.

With a curse on her lips from the sting Yara served on her in passing, and fighting the urge to return the compliment, Berta is too slow to prevent the guards' assault on Angrboda, and though a blow from he fist ensures that at least one of them won't be repeating the affront, it is at the cost of betraying her true colours to the Amazon.

Berta is big.  Not so big as Viktor, perhaps, but ne'ertheless possessed of both height and muscle.  But e'en so, neither are as big as the Amazon, and she is lucky to avoid harm as Yara flicks her whip at her.


"Hells knows," Berta admits, blood racing now it is do or die, darting forward, hoping to catch the Amazon off guard as she probes with her blade and lashes out with her fist. "Saving myself, I hope ..."

[Private to GM: Combat rolls.  Figured I'd add in an Engage this time, since whip probably has more reach than fist or sword.  Even though I've done Cestus first in order of rolls, Cestus is off hand - assumed that since Berta is right handed, she'd use the sword as her primary weapon ... I think you said that brawl attack off hand is treated as full skill, not halved (When Brawl/Brawl, If Sword/Brawl it will still be halved as reaches and styles change, I'd probably allow Dagger/Brawl at no reduction)  And this time I've added in what I think are the results as I'm hoping it's as straightforwards as it seems <grins>

13:08, Today: Berta rolled 18 using 1d6+17. Initiative.
13:09, Today: Berta rolled 38 using 1d100. Engage (Dodge). vs 104 - success
13:09, Today: Berta rolled 28 using 1d100. Cestus. vs 140 ? (off hand) - success
13:09, Today: Berta rolled 66 using 1d100. Longsword ? vs 105 - success
13:09, Today: Berta rolled 36 using 1d100. Dodge. vs 104 - success
13:09, Today: Berta rolled 42 using 1d100. Dodge. vs 74 - success
13:09, Today: Berta rolled 40 using 1d100. Dodge. vs 44 - success]
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Angrboda quickly recovers from the various turns and tides of the fight. Seeing the large taskmaster come into view she once again releases the power of pain. Yara's brass etchings flare for a brief second and you see a momentary look of pain cross her face. sadly she quickly recovers. The amazon's eyes shift around from the traitor and settle on the only logical answer that she can see, Angrboda. "Who do you think hunts the renegade witches you devil's whore!" Her nostrils flair in disgust. The whip recoils with a slight flick of her wrist as she prepares to strike again. Angrboda dances away in hopes to get out of the whips reach, only to stumble a bit on the corpses and bodies piled around her. The whip flies true and just barely kisses the assassin. A stinging sensation ripples through your body as jolt of pure electricity radiates from the location of the hit. Angrboda grits her teeth in pain as once again the smell of ozone permeates the air.  While she is able to stay on her feet, she obviously is able to to little else. Beyond a bit of tingling and a tiny feeling of ants across your body there seems to be little after effect.

The guard that accompanied the pugilist turns to face the dungeon guard in the throes of pain on the ground. She takes out a dagger and bends to put her out of her misery. She however stops and slowly gets back to her feet. [Language unknown: Tiopl ta renti! O astpo tote anyoerles day ng resus] and she points back into the laboratory. Risking a quick glance you see a mixture of men and women in a mummified state, all dressed in Syferan finery of minor nobles, calmly walking towards the combat. Their eyes and mouths are sewn shut with catgut and each is carrying a black blade about the size of the longswords commonly seen.

The pugilist guard, seeing an opportunity open, thanks to Angrboda's quest for attention, darts forward in an attempt to blindside Yara. Able to slide straight past the rest of the commotion she is unable to prevent the attack on Angrboda, but is able to get in before she could completely recover her whip. Yara calmly bats aside the longsword attack with her own gauntlet covered hand. "I'll deal with you next tra...." as the pugilist's haymaker gets past Yara's defense and cuts her short with little more than a fat lip.

Pressing in on the numb Angrboda, the guardswoman presses her attack in an attempt to disable to witch. However due to the numbness, being slightly off balance, and the scores of bodies at her feet she is unable to get out of the way. Luck is once again on her side as the blade is unable to fully penetrate.

Down the hallway Viktor takes a scant second to acknowledge that things are going on outside of his own little world as he hazards a glance over his shoulder. It is at that moment the guard that he is faced off against lunges in. The longsword darts in, luckily Viktors attention is pulled back in time to narrowly shift to the side and avoid being skewered. In retaliation Viktor grabs his mighty axe and golf swings up from the corpse. (Sorry your axe is two handed, no bloody hand hits). The guard attempts to block, however the momentum of Viktor's swing is able to break through the guards defense and into her calf. The attack severs the leg just under the knee. The guard screams, looses her balance, falling to the floor. Dropping her longsword the dungeon guard reaches down in a futile effort to staunch the blood streaming from her ruined leg.

[Private to Berta: Viktor is a few inches talker and wider than you. Overall tone, and howhe wields his axe, puts him on par with you for overall fitness.]

Angrboda snarls as at the woman's statement, "You DARE talk to me as if I am inferior to you?" she questions, moving towards the woman quickly, "Your death shall come quickly and your soul shall join the Lords of Chaos as Balo's newest trinket." she says as she gets closer.  Taking advantage of the diversion created by the pugilist she lunges forward, plunging both of her daggers into the woman.  "Apparently you do not recognize your betters when you see them." she whispers as the daggers strike.

OOC: 13:32, Today: Angrboda rolled 30 using 1d100. second dagger attack TN 60.
13:31, Today: Angrboda rolled 7 using 1d100. Dodge TN 42.
13:31, Today: Angrboda rolled 6 using 1d100. Luck TN 120.
13:31, Today: Angrboda rolled 71 using 1d100. Dagger attack TN 120.

Blessed Balo I actually dodged AND I critted on my luck roll (I think).  Don't know what that does though.

Kicks the hurt guard in the head and stands on her hands as she screams in pain...puts down his axe on her throat and pushes down until you hear a loud snap..picks up his axe and heads towards Angrboda in case she needs help and to block off the mummy kings and wenches...That guard had no head on her shoulders what so ever.... laughs loudly



01:24, Today: Viktor rolled 44 using 1d100. dodge.
01:24, Today: Viktor rolled 12 using 4d6. damage.
01:23, Today: Viktor rolled 70 using 1d100. axe.
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Yara's threat merely spurs Berta on, though she sets her jaw grimly at the ease with which her blade was blocked, realising that she has a fight on her hands against the bigger woman.

But if the Amazon's words provoke naught but renewed determination, the screams from behind her followed close by Angrboda's angry response sends a chill down her spine, and no little relief that venom is aimed at Yara and not herself !

"Hells !" Berta decides to let her blade fall from her hand, sending it clattering to the floor as she angles to one side of her foe to give Angroboda her opening, launching a wild flurry of blows at Yara, putting all her strength behind the punches and grunting with the effort.

[Private to GM: Sword/Brawl = Brawl at half skill makes perfect sense.  :>  Thought I'd mix it up this round and drop the sword, then go for four punches, two each hand dividing skill 50/50 = 70 each.  Figured I'd not post the actual value in the dice roller, so as to keep my fellows guessing ! <grins>  Coupla hits, coupla misses ...

20:24, Today: Berta rolled 23 using 1d6+17. Initiative.
20:25, Today: Berta rolled 66 using 1d100. Cestus R 50% #1. vs 70 - success
20:25, Today: Berta rolled 86 using 1d100. Cestus R 50% #2. vs 70 - failure
20:25, Today: Berta rolled 86 using 1d100. Cestus L 50% #1. vs 70 - failure
20:25, Today: Berta rolled 5 using 1d100. Cestus L 50% #2. vs 70 - critical
20:25, Today: Berta rolled 10 using 1d100. Dodge. vs 104 - critical
20:25, Today: Berta rolled 64 using 1d100. Dodge. vs 74 - success
20:26, Today: Berta rolled 14 using 1d100. Dodge. vs 44 - critical

Begs another question - didn't matter in this instance, but when splitting up a skill for multiple uses at whatever %, is the critical threshold calculated on the full skill ranking or the value used for a particular attack ? I'm thinking the latter.  :>

And if/when we clear the room, Berta's first action will be to raise her hands to show she's not attacking and yell "Friend !  Friend !"  <ROFL>]