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| DungeonMaster | Mar 10 2016, 03:52 PM Post #11 |
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The red-armored man laughs deeply as Jareth regains his senses. "My name, children, is Rath Modar...And I am the one who has been chosen to usher in the reign of Tiamat, the Dragon Queen. You, on the other hand, are not unique. You are not special. You have no intrinsic value to this world other than your blood. You are, as they say, low hanging fruit." |
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| Jareth | Mar 10 2016, 04:00 PM Post #12 |
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Jareth sets his jaw hard, a look of fury in his eyes. He moves toward Rath Modar with both his swords flying. [result]8&8,1d20,0,8&1d20[/result] + 4 + 2 [result]8&8,1d20,0,8&1d20[/result] + 4 + 2 |
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| Soleil Moonshadow | Mar 10 2016, 04:02 PM Post #13 |
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Soleil's eyes are furious as she draws her bow up quickly and knocks the arrow. She aims at Rath and lets her arrow fly. [result]2&2,1d20,0,2&1d20[/result] + 7 |
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| Jareth | Mar 10 2016, 04:21 PM Post #14 |
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(Per Blake) Jareth slice Rath across the chest with one sword, spins and slice across his back with the other sword as blood trickles. As Jareth slices Soleil looses an arrow but as Rath stumbles forward from the last sword blow it flyies by his left ear. (Damage roll) [result]4&4,1d6,0,4&1d6[/result] + 4 [result]4&4,1d6,0,4&1d6[/result] + 4 |
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| DungeonMaster | Mar 10 2016, 04:47 PM Post #15 |
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Rath looks at his compatriots, shocked at the fact that Jareth was able to shrug off his spell and even more by the fact that he had injured him. Stepping back, he waves his hand and a black portal opens up. "Quickly!" he shouts as he, Frulam, the red cloaked figure and Pike all charge through the portal. In an instant it blinks closed behind them and, as it does the governor's form shimmers, then changes to that of a half-elf with short cut hair, greying on the temples. Ulric looks at him in surprise, recognizing him, as everyone else closed in. "W-wait." He stammers, holding his hands up defensively. "I-I'm sure we can talk about this. Come to some sort of agreement..." Castellan's eyes flash with rage as he draws his massive axe. "I can think of a few things that we might be able to discuss..." |
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| Jareth | Mar 10 2016, 04:52 PM Post #16 |
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Jareth, usually the hot head, puts his hands on Castellan and stops him. "Not yet. He'll die, and you can wield the axe, but first we have to ask him some questions." Jareth locks eyes with the imposter. "I won't lie. You won't live to see the outside of this room. But how quickly or painfully you die is totally up to you." Then Jareth turns to the wounded Ulric. He reaches into his pouch and pulls out his last remaining healing potion and passes it off to Ulric with a sheepish smile. "Here, save your energy. No magic, we may need it later." He shrugs. "Sorry..he got in my head. I tried to fight it." Jareth glances over at the man whom only Ulric has shown any recognition then he starts to talk to no one in particular. "Looks like we never truly met with the governor...so we have to move forward like the governor is dead." Jareth again turns to face Castellan. "Castellan, your the governor now. After we're done in here you need to assure those people out there that we'll get through this, that me and my new found friends are here to help them, not to kill them. And then take charge of what guards and army we have here. We don't need any resistance. Explain to these people the very real threat and see if you can scurry up any help for us. They will very likely die if they fight by our side, but if they don't fight and we fail, there is no very well. They WILL die. You're a strong leader from what I've seen, these people will follow you" Jareth pauses "So who's going to partake in the fun of torturing and question this guy? From what I've seen this could be most personal for you, Ulric the Benevolent." Edited by Jareth, Mar 10 2016, 04:53 PM.
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| Sir Ulric | Mar 10 2016, 05:10 PM Post #17 |
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Ulric, having taken the potion offered to him by Jareth, tosses the container against the wall. His eyes are alight with an anger yet to be exhibited. "There is a time for benevolence. This is not it." He quickly makes up the difference between him and the impostor. He grabs him by the tunic and lifts him off the ground, staring daggers into his eyes. "Rodric Thornwood... how DARE you throw your lot in with those monsters! You and I served Sir Gawain together! You were my brother! How would Sir Gawain feel if he saw you right now?!?" He watches the smaller man kick and flail against his grip, and he smiles a sick, twisted sort of smile. "I should spill your blood across the stones of this keep on general PRINCIPLE alone--and I still might--but you may yet serve a purpose. Start talking!" Ulric drops Rodric to the ground in a heap. |
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| DungeonMaster | Mar 10 2016, 06:06 PM Post #18 |
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Rodric coughs and grins up at Ulric. "The great Sir Ulric, threatening violence? What would our 'great master' think of that?" The sarcasm oozes off of his lips as he's bolstered once again by Ulric's anger. "You won't harm me, Ulric. We both know you're not the type." |
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| Sir Ulric | Mar 10 2016, 08:31 PM Post #19 |
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Ulric looks down at Rodric with utter disdain. "Sir Gawain was NEVER your master. You did not have what it takes to carry on his legacy, and he knew it. As for what you 'know' about me, and what I will do, a lot has changed since we last saw one another, Thornwood. You don't want to test me." He motions to Jareth, Soleil, and Castellan. "But it is not me you have to worry about. You see, Rodric, if you do not tell me what I wish to know, when I ask you, the three people behind me will start removing body parts, one at a time. I will let them choose which ones to take first, but I will ask that they leave your torso alone, so you can see what happens." Once more, he picks up his former friend and slams him against the brick wall, pinning him in place. "Now start answering questions, and you may yet escape with your miserable excuse for a life." Intimidation: [result]5&5,1d20,0,5&1d20[/result] + 5 Edited by Sir Ulric, Mar 10 2016, 08:55 PM.
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| Soleil Moonshadow | Mar 10 2016, 08:51 PM Post #20 |
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Soleil smiles at Ulric's words as she watches Rodric tremble. "Please don't say a word, Rodric. I want to be the first one to make you bleed for every insult and injury you've done to us and the people of Greenest." She leans down a little closer to the half elf. "And believe me, I don't have the same moral code as Sir Ulric." Edited by Soleil Moonshadow, Mar 10 2016, 08:59 PM.
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