Stopping the Plague

The cloaked figure in front raised his hands into the air. "Great grandfather nurgle! Bless us all. We shall be vessels for your love and joy!" As he spoke the runes on the Obelisk grew brighter.

Pointing his finger at the dwarf who had shot at him. "You shall be the first to die!"

Casting Roll
50+20-40=30<51 Success

IF
80<85 Irresistible Force!

As Turin watched his skin began to split and boils formed. Puss and fluid began to ooze from the new wounds as well as those he had sustained previously.

Damage
2-4 Ignoring Armor
4 damage. In addition you are suffering -10T for the duration of the battle.
Figure 1: Perfect
Figure 2: Perfect
Figure 3: Perfect
Prophet: Perfect
Seros: 9/18 Wounded
Valmir: 13/17 Good
Teheboq: 25/27 Good
Turin: 6/15 Wounded

The second cloaked figure began to chant and trace arcane symbols into the air. "Father send your blessed children to us!"

Casting Roll
50+20-30=40<23 Failed to Cast

Miscast
90<93 *For this battle we'll be using Ferret's miscast table, since it is an improvement over the old one.*

Miscast Result = 1 - Spell succeeds as normal but cannot use it again this battle.

The wizard made an audible cough and fell to a knee from exhaustion as the magic spilled from his fingers onto the ground. Where the magic fell tiny green claws began to poke up from the soil. Tiny diseased demons pulled themselves out of the ground and grinned evilly at the group.

-Summoned Nurglings-

The prophet took a strong step forward brandishing his cane. "Children of light stand behind me!" He began waving his cane into the air as white light collected around it.

Casting Roll
50+20-30=40<46 Success

IF
90<34 Regular Cast

5% Ward save to the entire party.

Wisps of white light circled and surrounded the party. Circling around the group the wisps darted and danced. The prophet picked up his cane with both brandishing it like a weapon. "Come get me fallen mage!"

Obelisk	Figure 2 Figure 3 Nurglings	Figure 1
			Prophet Turin	Seros Teheboq Valmir

*Valmir you're up*

Brandishing his claws in a split second, Valmir allowed himself to fall backward into the shadows a little bit before moving around to the side of the group to dive in for an attack as he examined his goes. More Chaos Mages, he thought as he considered them. These were not like this tentative ally... they were plague-ridden monsters-- followers of the Chaos God of Decay, Nurgle. Crouching down for a moment, Valmir continued to keep his eyes on his foe as he considered his next move...

<Actions>
Advance 1 range.

*Done*

The last figure calmly walked forward drawing a long slender blade from beneath his robe. And raised it to the sky.

Casting Roll
50+10-30=99 Success

IF
60<64 Irresistible Force - Can make another non-casting action.
*Moves Forward*

A fine green mist began to flow outwards from the blade. He strode forward his robe open revealing a thin frame covered completely in thick bandages. "Come warriors, throw yourselves on my blade!"

Obelisk	Figure 2 Nurglings	Figure 1 Figure 3
			Prophet Turin	Seros Teheboq Valmir

Seros, Teheboq, & Turin

"Come warriors, throw yourselves on my blade!"

Seros sneered. "You are far too over-confident for your lowly understanding of magic, Nurgle filth. Let your disease be purged by fire!"

(Red Fire on Figure 3)

"Do you honestly think that your magic would hurt me." Takes a long drink from the flagon on his side, "I am a dwarf, and on top of that I am from the Havenstone clan. You pathetic weaklings are not better than your incompetent and foolish god Nurgle. Oh no, we are getting sick, he is making us ugly oh will we make amends to the all powerful Nurgle.(all in a very sarcastic tone) You will never be anything but pretenders at power thinking that you are gods."

Drink from Bugman's Brew
Taunt Figure 1

Seros raised his gauntlet palm up towards the figure who had just drawn his blade.

Casting Roll
50+10-31=29<17 Fail

Miscast
90<55 Failed

As the flames began to form in his palm the green mist seemed to grow and wrap around Seros's hand quenching the flames instantly. The figure laughed. "Misguided lapdog of the deceiver. Your god has no power here."

(*As a heads up malacap both the actions you took are free actions. In theory you're only allowed one free action a round but since you didn't take a normal action it's fine this time. - Might also consider starting a training post since you'll start falling behind stat-wise soon.)

Turin took a huge gulp from his liquor feeling immediately satisfied. It almost seemed to make the pain of his wounds vanish. Feeling confident he took a confident step forward taunting the spellcaster.

"You will never be anything but pretenders at power thinking that you are gods."

Taunt Roll
40-10(20)+50=80<29 Taunt failed.

Figure 1: Perfect
Figure 2: Perfect
Figure 3: Perfect
Prophet: Perfect
Seros: 9/18 Wounded
Valmir: 13/17 Good
Teheboq: 25/27 Good
Turin: 9/15 Good


Teheboq, all you baby cakes.

Teheboq had never felt so sick in his life. The diseased, rotting creatures that stood before him emanated an aura of nausea stronger than any he had ever experienced before. These were the mage-priests of the most vile of the four major powers of Chaos. While Teheboq was blind to the winds, he could smell their power and what form they made Chaos take shape into as they cast their spells. So this was the stench that had corrupted the sacred spawning pools of his brothers, ending so many of their lives before they could begin. Before the weapons could be used. Teheboq felt the nausea give way to something more powerful; a deep and ancient anger filled Teheboq's entire being. These foul creatures must be erased from this planet! With this last thought Teheboq charged forward at his foes, his claws throwing up chunks of earth with each step.

(Teheboq Dashes forward 2 zones)

*Done* 1W regained from adrenaline rush.

Battlefield

Obelisk	Figure 2 Nurglings	Figure 1 Figure 3
		Teheboq	Prophet Turin Valmir	Seros

The obelisk grew bright and sharp green lines began to form in the ground extending outwards in all directions. Teheboq felt a sharp pain in his stomach as his organs seemed to squirm and twist uncomfortably.

*Teheboq takes 1 damage.

Figure 1: Perfect
Figure 2: Perfect
Figure 3: Perfect
Prophet: Perfect
Seros: 9/18 Wounded
Valmir: 13/17 Good
Teheboq: 25/27 Good
Turin: 9/15 Good

The first figure laughed as the warriors approached. "The plague wind will sweep you all away!"

Casting Roll
50+30-40=40<72

1-4 Damage to all targets ignoring armor
3 damage

SpellPower & Wards
Prophet 30-40+50=40<36 Failed
Seros 31-40+50=41<88 Ward 95< 7 Hit
Teheboq 15-40+50=25<70 Ward 95< 45 Hit DR2 Applied
Turin 10-40+50=20<85 Ward 93< 41 Hit
Valmir 15-40+50=25<39 Ward 95< 35 Hit DR2 Applied

A strong wind blew over the group as the air turned a light green. The air forced coughing as more of the wind swept into their lungs. Plants withered and died, even the trees began to shrivel and wither under the horrible assault. The very air around the party was filled with taint.

Status
Figure 1: Perfect
Figure 2: Perfect
Figure 3: Perfect
Prophet: Perfect
Seros: 6/18 Wounded
Valmir: 12/17 Good
Teheboq: 24/27 Good
Turin: 6/15 Wounded

The second figure pulled a dagger from his his small sheath the blade dripping with black sludge. Taking careful aim at the large lizardman barreling towards them.

Hit Roll
15-20+50=45<16 Miss

The blade flew through the air towards Teheboq. Seeing the weapon coming Teheboq stepped to the side and smashed it out of the air with his shield.

Pointing a diseased finger at the Saurus the figure whispered a word to the daemons standing beside him as they cackled evily running forward with their tiny claws.

*Nurglings Charge Teheboq*

Hit Roll
18-10+50=58<89 Hit *Swarm*

Block
95<79 Block Failed

Wound Roll
28-10+50=68<73 Wound

Ward
94<24 Ward Failed

Damage 1-5 + S-T/5 - Arm - Misc
3 - 3 - 2 - 0(DR Spent) = 0(-2)

*Swarmed* Teheboq cannot move or cast spells next round. All melee attacks must be directed towards the nurglings.


The nurgling swarmed over Teheboq clawing and biting all over him but failing to get to their small claws through the Saurus's thick armor.

The prophet raised his cane into the air as white light collected onto it. "Vile plague be purged! I summon the cleansing light!"

Casting Roll
50+30-30=50< 76

IF
80<13 Regular Cast

Healing @ Turin
40% Max Hp. Status effects removed.

Turin
6 W restored -10T penalty removed.


The prophet brought his cane down hard onto the back of Turin's head. Crumpling to the ground Turin stood back up rubbing the back of his head. "What was that..." Immediately Turin began to vomit as black green bile and puss exited his mouth. the sores on his hands and arms began to fade and he suddenly felt a lot less sick.

Status
Figure 1: Perfect
Figure 2: Perfect
Figure 3: Perfect
Prophet: Perfect
Seros: 6/18 Wounded
Valmir: 12/17 Good
Teheboq: 24/27 Good
Turin: 12/15 Good

Flaring his wings back and letting his cloak fall to the ground once more, Valmir took a step forward and hurled his body into the air with his wings. He'd found that in his recovering state that his wings, which had not originally been present when he'd awoken, could not bear his weight in flight just yet but he could use them just enough to put a great deal of power behind an attack when he lashed out at someone using them to fuel his charge. Going up into the air a few feet, Valmir brought his talons forward in preparation to tear into the plagued figure before him.

[Actions]
Charge Figure 1.

Hit
23-24+50=49< 52 Hit!

Wound
19-22+50-10=37< 23 Failed to Wound

Valmir's wings unfolded as he charged his claws extended as he leapt into the air. bringing his claws towards the cloaked figures face. In a flash the robed figure's hand shot up to meet his the sharp claws piecing straight through the dry bandaged flesh. With he cackle the figure caught Valmirs other hand in the same manner. He was deceptively strong and Valmir struggled to free his claws from the man.

The man that had the long blade watched as Valmir's claws lay stuck in his allies dead flesh. Giving a nod he circled around behind Valmir and raised the blade up high ready to strike to his exposed back.

Ws
26-24+50=48<12 Miss

Valmir turned his head as the blade swung down and buffeted his wings throwing the frail man to the ground.


Teheboq, Seros, and Turin you're up.

Teheboq almost laughed as the little festerous beings scrambled around his body trying to harm him. These pathetic little beings were the terrors that he had heard of? The plague-ridden children that tore apart weakened Skinks and Saurus'? This was pathetic! With a roar Teheboq shook his massive body, trying to step the little terrors as they fell to the ground.

(Teheboq Attacks the Nurglings)

Seros cursed under his breath as the obelisk glowed in the distance. It would be difficult to cast here, he should have anticipated this. No matter, there was nothing for it. The Changer favored subtlety, but some situations called for brute force. Gathering himself again, he attempted to force the winds of magic to obey him despite the interference of the Nurgle cultists.

(Red Fire, figure 3)

Teheboq swung widely slashing at the annoying little monsters surrounding him.

Hit- Automatically

Wound
5-15+50=40< 14 Failed to wound.

Clawing and stomping he squashed daemon after daemon but there seemed to be no end to tiny plague filled terrors.

*Adrenaline Rush gain 1W* 25/27

Summoning the winds of change Seros forced them into pure red flames to sear his foe.

Casting Roll
50+10-34+12(W) = 38<9 Failed to cast

Miscast
80<29 *Aaawww... I wanted to try out the new table*

As suddenly as the wind came it vanished. The magic of Tzeentch was weak in this place so dominated by the Plague Lord.


Turin you're up!

"Thanks geezer for the help, that was needed."

Turin moves forwards in front of the first figure. "You will pay."

Attack Figure 1.

Turin charged in axe raised with both hands as he brought it towards the first figure.

Hit
23-20+50-10 (grudge) =43<50 Hit

Wound
19-15+50=54<15 Failed to Wound.

The axe merely grazed the cloaked man as he evaded to the side still holding Valmir's claws in his hands.

The obelisk glowed brightly as all those close to it were overcome with nausea.

Valmir, Turin, and Teheboq take 1 damage.

Battlefield

Obelisk	Figure 2 Nurglings	Figure 1 Figure 3
		Teheboq Turin Valmir	Prophet	Seros

Status
Figure 1: Perfect
Figure 2: Perfect
Figure 3: Perfect
Prophet: Perfect
Seros: 6/18 Wounded
Valmir: 11/17 Good
Teheboq: 23/27 Good
Turin: 11/15 Good