WANTED Cold One

Taking a step back to steady himself, Maelkur narrowed his eyes and lowered his blades. It was a brief respite but it would have to serve. Sheathing his blades for the time being, Maelkur ducked away and stepped backwards away from where the lizard smoldered. He hadn't struck it a very lethal wound; common logic of hunting beasts told him that it would change targets and engage something else that was within reach if that thing angered it enough. And he could definitely count on his magic-wielding associates to anger it.

Move 1 space to the left.

Paelic watched as his heavily armored but bleeding companion fled. Perhaps his allies were not as capable as he had thought. He would have to rely on his own power. The armored man was riding the cold one attempting to gain some kind of advantage. Paelic saw an opening as the cold one snapped at the coward as he ran. Quickly taking aim Paelic hurled the blade at the beast's flank. (*Killing it instantly?* Pretty please =) )

*Attack*

Casting Roll
40(base) +10(Slvl) + 4(W) +5(AP) +10(Previous Casts) +10(PCsamespell) -42 = 37 < 16 Failed to Cast
Miscast Roll
15 < 4 Miscast!!!
Miscast Table Roll
!!!21!!!

Seros attempted to channel magical fire through his blade yet again, and while he grasped the power he needed, he knew in an instant that everything had gone terribly wrong. A sudden explosion threw him from the Cold One's back, and for a brief moment he knew what it was like to fly.

Damage Rolls (sigh)
Paelic - 5+4-1 = 8 damage
Maelkur - 5+5-2 = 8 damage
Maneater Cold One - 5+0 = 5 damage

and the big man himself, Seros - 5+4-3 = 6 damage

(Wasn't sure whether armor applied or not. Figured fluff would have it help and you guys are getting beat up enough already.)

After his sudden and painful return to the earth Seros could see that a small meteor had fallen amid the skirmish and not one of the combatants had avoided harm. Fueled by thoughts of revenge, Paelic fought through the chaos and swung his flaming sword at the Cold One.

To Hit Roll
40(base) +40(Dstat) - 40(Astat) = 40 < 87 Hit!

To Wound Roll
40(base) +40(Dstat) - 39(Astat) = 41 < 99 Wound!!!

Damage Roll3-6 physical damage and 5-10 of fire damage and gives him +20 S.*
3-6 + (S-T/5) + 5-10 - armor
6+0+6 = 12 damage

The meteor proved to be just the distraction he needed, and with a mighty swing Paelic chopped into the Cold One's side. The flaming sword swept through the Cold One's scales like butter, and the blade slid in a glittering arc through the beast. The Cold One released a torrent of blood as the sword was removed from its body, and it seemed almost ready to fall over from the terrible wound Paelic had dealt it, but it suddenly turned the momentum into a fierce spin that whirled its tail like a giant mace.

*Maneater Cold One activates unique powerful melee attack "Death Whirl". This powerful melee attack attempts to hit all enemies in the zone at half of its normal WS.*

To Hit Rolls
Paelic - 40(base) +40(Dstat) -20(Astat) = 60 < 46 Miss
Seros - 40(base) +26(Dstat) -20(Astat) = 46 < 70 Hit

To Wound Roll
40(base) +17(Dstat) -50(Astat) = 10(7) < 85 Wound

Damage Roll
5-7 + (S-T/5) - Armor
5+6-3 = 8 damage

Paelic managed to duck underneath the sudden attack, but Seros was struck square in the chest just as he was getting up from being thrown by the metoer. The Cold One's powerful tail threw him across the lumberyard, leaving Paelic alone with the terrible beast.

Tree-Line	Yard	Yard	Yard	Yard	Yard
					Cold One
				Maelkur Seros	Paelic

Status -
Maneater Cold One - Wounded -31
Paelic - Good 12/20 (Sword of Rhun)
Maelkur - Dying 1/20
Seros - Dying 3/20

*Players turn*

Seros lay on his back, noting what a pretty shade of blue the sky was. He had a vague recollection of casting a spell, and then... a meteor? And then something about a giant lizard tail.

Yes, a giant lizard. He lifted his head off the ground an inch to see Paelic continuing to battle the wounded monstrosity. Instantly snapped back to reality, Seros attempted to pull himself to his feet, only to rediscover the fresh agony of the grievous wounds he had been dealt and collapse back to his knees.

He had been right: Magic while drunk was a bad idea. Alas.

Sobered by the pain and the danger he suddenly found himself in, Seros raised a single shaking hand toward the creature. Muttering a quick prayer to the Changer, the sorcerer focused his willpower, channeling the pain he felt into a (hopefully) final burst of fire.

(Activate Denial of Fate for a +17 to casting and SP instead of -17, and Red Fire.)

PS: Oh sweet Jesus, it went up to Strength 50 now? I regret everything

*Dear god... the pain is horrific. God damn spellcasters. I wish I had some kind of trump card.*

Paelic held his side which now contained several broken ribs. He turned shouting to his companions. "We must slay the beast now, before it devourers us all!" Paelic charged forward aiming his blade at the other leg.

*Attack! - Also did it take damage from poison?*

Casting Roll
40(base) +10(SL) +5(AP) +10(Previous Casts) +10(Previous Casts SameSpell) -17(Denial of Fate) - 42(Astat) = 20(16) < 11 (I'm so sorry) Failed to Cast
Miscast Roll
5 < 49 No Miscast!

Summoning his vast will, Seros tried to force the winds of magic to do his bidding. Yet for all his effort a tiny thought of worry entered his mind. This miniscule thought acted like a fallen keystone and the living chaos energy fell from his grasp. In the back of his mind Seros could hear the sound of laughter far in the distance.

To Hit Roll
40(base) +40(Dstat) - 40(Astat) = 40 < 10 Miss (I swear I'm not rigging this)

Paelic's charge was courageous, but his wound ribs robbed the air from his lungs, and by the time he had reached the Cold One he was slow enough for the beast to sidestep his attack with ease. As it stepped to the side, the creature stumbled for a moment before falling on its side; dark blood streaming from it's orifices.

*Cold One takes 1 poison damage because I am a forgetful being*

Positions Unchanged

Status -
Maneater Cold One - Wounded -32
Paelic - Good 12/20 (Sword of Rhun)
Maelkur - Dying 1/20
Seros - Dying 3/20

*Forte's Turn*

Twirling his swords lightly, Maelkur called out to the winds of magic to bring forth an inferno unto the cold one. After the meteor that the careless Chaos Mage had brought down on their heads, going into tooth and claw range was simply not an option. Taking a slow breath, Maelkur wished that he'd kept some more of the offensive artifacts that he'd stolen from his former master.

Cast Khaine's Fury on Maneater.

Casting Roll
40(base) +30(SL) +5(AP) +10(Previous Casts) +10(Previous Casts SameSpell) +19(W) - 33(Astat) = 81 < 10 (Oh god) Failed to Cast
Miscast Roll
40 < 20 Miscast!!!
Miscast Table Roll
3 - Lucky!

Maelkur tried to summon the winds of magic, to blend them, but his heavily wounded body couldn't sustain the effort. Thinking quickly, Maelkur quickly shunted the power back into the environment before it caused any unnecessary accidents. The vampire's efforts luckily managed to not raise the Cold One's tremendous ire, but the Cold One chose instead to bite for a certain human with a flaming sword.

To Hit Roll
40[base] +40(Dstat) - 40(Astat) = 40 < 9 Miss

The creature lunged, but slowed by its wounds Paelic was able to roll beneath the attack and place himself in a more advantageous position.

Tree-Line	Yard	Yard	Yard	Yard	Yard
					Cold One
				Maelkur Seros	Paelic

Status -
Maneater Cold One - Wounded -32 (deadly poison has worn off)
Paelic - Good 12/20 (Sword of Rhun)
Maelkur - Dying 1/20
Seros - Dying 3/20

*Players turn*

Cursing under his breath, Seros watched as the flames sputtered and went out around his hands. He briefly considered the situation, gazing up at the human fighting the lizard, decided once more that he had no interest in coming near the creature, and stuck to his original plan. It would work, or he would blow them all up again. Either way, the Cold One would die.

(Red Fire. Roll high this time plzkthx)

Casting Roll
40(base) +10(SL) +5(AP) +10(Previous Casts) +10(Previous Casts SameSpell) +19(Denial of Fate) - 42(Astat) = 52 < 29 Failed to Cast
Miscast Roll
15 < 43 No Miscast!

Despite abandoning any attempts to truly control the winds, Seros' bruised and battered body simply couldn't maintain the concentration needed to draw enough magical energy to hurt something.

*Pony and Forte, you're up*

Paelic knew it was now or never. Both his allies were bleeding badly and he was only one attack away from his own doom. Leaping forward he brought his sword down upon the cold one's massive head.

*Attack*

Scowling, Maelkur brought to him the power of the winds once more. He'd almost failed in a costly manner the last time he tried to cast a spell but he could not risk being in range of the terrible lizard's claws again. He could barely sustain his consciousness as it was. Every survival instinct in his soul told him to flee the battle and leave his companions to their fate in the teeth of the cold one but for some reason he could not bring himself to admit defeat to an animal. He refused to let himself be defeated by the wilds of Lustria but least of all this beast of the Dark Elves. He had mastered a clan of Druchii... and now he would master this monster.

Cast Khaine's Fury again!

To Hit Roll
40(base) +40(Dstat) -40(Astat) = 40 < 57 Hit!

To Wound Roll
40(base) +40(Dstat) - 39(Astat) = 41 < 97 Wound!

Damage Roll
3-6 + 5-10 + (S-T/5) - Armor
5+5+0 = 10 damage

The slow creature couldn't react in time to Paelic's attack and took the full force of the blow to it's head. Blood hissed as it evaporated against the flaming sword. Cartilage and bones were shredded apart as the sword continued its downward arc through the creature's skull. The Cold One let out an earth-shaking roar as the blade of fire cut through the creature's left eye and Paelic finally finished the swing. The Cold One was a mess; blood leaked from the ragged hole in the left side of it's head and what was left of its mangled eye continued to boil and pop, yet still the creature stood. Seeing his chance to finish the creature off Maelkur attempted to summon the wind of magic once more.

Casting Roll
40(base) +30(SL) +5(AP) +10(Previous Casts) +10(Previous Casts SameSpell) +19(W) - 33(Astat) = 81 < 64 Failed to Cast
Miscast Roll
10 < 63 No Miscast

Maelkur's body was simply too mangled to retain any of the magic he drew into himself, the hole in his chest acting in reverse to the breached hull of a ship. The Cold One let out a sharp hiss, like a boiling kettle, and lunged for the creature that had ruined its eye.

To Hit Roll
40(base) +40(Dstat) -40(Astat) = 40 < 3 Miss

There was a terrifying crunch next to Paelic as the Cold One's jaws snapped shut together. Luckily, the Cold One, blinded by Paelic's attack, had missed him entirely and bit nothing but the air to his side.

Tree-Line	Yard	Yard	Yard	Yard	Yard
					Cold One
				Maelkur Seros	Paelic

Status -
Maneater Cold One - Dying -42
Paelic - Good 12/20 (Sword of Rhun)
Maelkur - Dying 1/20
Seros - Dying 3/20

*C'mon guys, it's time to finish this beastie off*

Paelic jumped backwards kicking the beast in the snout as its jaws crushed the air just before him. Bracing himself he hurled the blade towards the cold one's exposed face.

*Attack once more - Never thought my high WS would make me a tank*

To Hit Roll
40(base) +40(Dstat) -40(Astat) = 40 < 14 Miss

Paelic threw the blade, but the Cold Caught the sudden movement in it's good eye and whipped its savaged head out of the way.

*Ferret and Forte are go*

Seros continued trying to force magic to emerge from his hands. Sooner or later, it had to work.

(Red Fire. Duh.)

Clearly magic was not the answer here. He could barely keep himself conscious, much less maintain the concentration required to cast a spell of any worth. Focusing his breathing, Maelkur prepared to step into combat with the cold one once more...

Charge Man-eater with Overwhelming Assault active and attack

Casting Roll
40(base) +10(SL) +5(AP) +10(Previous Casts) +10(Previous Casts SameSpell) +19(Denial of Fate) - 42(Astat) = 52 < 73 Succesful Casting
Irresistible Force Chance
85 < 89 Spell Cast with Irresistible Force

Spellpower Roll
40(base) +30(Dstat) +5(Armor) -42(Astat) = 33 < 100 Automatic Success

Damage Roll
4-11 + Bonus
9+6 = 15 damage!

Seros' trust in the destiny of change proved true as he felt his body become filled to the brim with magical energy. The unblinking eye of his god watched as Seros turned the magic into a massive whirlwind of many-hued fire centered on the Cold One. The Cold One hissed, but the sound was drowned out by the swirling vortex of fire that surrounded. Seros clenched his gauntlented fist and the maelstrom collapsed on the Cold One. The fire burnt unnaturally hot, boiling organs and roasting bones until they cracked. When the storm finally ended, all that was left of the beast was a pile of bones and ash wrapped inside the skin of the Cold One. Somehow the creatures impressive natural armor had weathered the terrible storm.

Final Status
Maneater Cold One - Semi-Cremated -57
Paelic - Good 12/20 (Sword of Rhun)
Maelkur - Dying 1/20
Seros - Dying 3/20

*You may all dance in celebration*

Finally regaining his feet, Seros coughed awkwardly in the sudden silence of the battlefield. "Well, that could have gone worse."

Paelic walked forward and spit on the corpse. "Indeed it could have. I suppose that last spell makes up for your previous blunder." He winced as a sharp pain hit him in the side. "Although my ribs would appear to disagree." Paelic turned around and gestured to his companions. "It'll be dark soon. What do you say we get to the apothecary and claim our reward soon. It'll be nightfall before we know it and I certainly don't want to taking a jungle stroll with two profusely bleeding bodies in the dark. We would no doubt attract several beasts of at least his size" Paelic gestured towards the large charred corpse before them.

(*And of course. Victory dance!*)

((May I... scavenge the Cold One's skin? D=))

(*Not until you dance. - Btw you're totally a high elf right =D I hear high elves love cold one skin cloaks. -*)

Sheathing his weapons away, Maelkur gave the other two a wry grin as he shrugged... which forced an immediate grimace that existed for only a fraction of a second before being pushed aside. Turning to regard the charred corpse of the Cold One, Maelkur raised his eyebrow as he inspected the almost in-tact armored shell of the creature. It must have been even more tough than he'd believed to have survived a blast of Chaos Magic as it did.

((Naturally, *victory dance*. Didn't get eaten by the badass lizard!))

"Well, that's one giant thorn outta my ass," the yard chief said as he saw the three warriors standing over the Cold One's remains. The bald man was accompanied by his retinue of guards along with a heavily muscled dwarf. "I watched the whole thing, from a safe distance of course, and I must say that I think this is the first time I've ever been impressed," the man said, his dwarf companion nodding silently. "I had planned on paying you some gold for your troubles, but I think something a bit more special is in order. Brunthner here will make what's left of that monster into the item of your choosing, so speak up!"

Loot Roll
Paelic - 16 + 21 = 37 (what dice gods did you piss off?)
Seros - 17+ 8(killing blow) + 81 = 106
Maelkur - 11 + 80 = 91

Loot Order
Seros
Maelkur
Paelic

The dwarf inspected to corpse for a moment then spoke up, "I can make the skin into a cloak, a shield, or some armor, an I can make the teeth into a dagger or some arrows."

Loot Options
Dragonkin Cloak - Magic item - Grants MR 5 and +1 armor against ranged attacks
or
Nauglir Hide Shield - 8% block chance. 10% chance to turn a critical hit into a regular hit
or
Cold One Armor- Light Armor - 1 Armor, DR 3

Fang Dagger - balanced HW 3-5 damage. +1% critical strike chance
or
Fangtipped Arrows - Magical Item - All your bow and crossbow attacks have +1 maximum damage

Ignoring his wounds and striking a heroic pose over the corpse of the Cold One, Seros planted his foot in the lizard's burned-out skull. "Yes, my large-bearded friend! I will require a very fine cloak, suitable for both valiant adventures as well as my frequent nights out on the town!"


(Gimme that Dragonkin Cloak.)