“Take that fuckers!” Stones
yelled as he the second of the Void Blades fall. Stones moves around the edge
of the stacks of books toward the Mind
Strike. Stones finds himself drawn toward the books, almost as though they
are calling out to him, effectively slowing himself down. Like a magician his
hand is empty for a moment, before conjuring a small vial seemingly from
nowhere before quaffing it greedily (10 hit points.) He turns the corner of the
stack of books (J-16), dropping the vial at the last moment, and the weaving
his weapon into a graceful figure-eight at the Mind Strike as he lashes out (26
to hit). The Mind Strike deflects part of the blow, though only part of it (21
hit points damage.)
Funny, Stones thought, the darkness used to scare me. Like
all fears Stones learned to supreme it after years of deep anxiety. The door to
his cell door would close, the light cut off from torches in the hall, and on
the moonless night the ebony would crawl across his cell as the sun dropped.
Sometimes he would wonder if he was forgotten or if the trainers would even get
him in the morning. Sometimes he would listen to the crickets chirp in sexual
frenzy at one another or the giant bullfrogs croak desires into the night.
Mostly he would listen to his own breath, sensing the rising and falling of his
muscles chest. Sometimes he would hold his breath, closing his eyes tightly
until he saw stars in the darkness. When he saw stars his mouth would suddenly
open as a gasping breath escaped. Once it even made him giggle. The fear slowly
rescinded over time as Stones learned to list to the rhythm of the solitude;
that the darkness was the same each and every time. It was the unknown, the
uncontrolled that he feared-that HE could not open the doors himself, that HE
could not see. He stopped being afraid when he stole the key from the key
master. When his cell was searched no one could find the key for it was deep in
his stomach. It did not matter that the man was brutally whipped - each man
must own his own burden. That night Stones taught himself to throw up. Each
night he would swallow the key, each morning he would vomit it back up. As
long as Stones always had an option…there was no need to be afraid.
“He is half dead,” cried Noienna from deep within Stones body. She sounds tired. Very, very
tired.
"Way to go Stones! I'll do my best to hold off these
others."Elby does notice that
Stones slowed down and wonders if the books are porn. With that (about the hit,
not the porn) he channels the excitement and adrenaline rush of those sweet
memories and launches two arrows at the West Thoughtbow. Both arrows (20 to hit, and 21 to hit) fly in rapid
succession. The Thoughtbow twists, turns and almost avoids the blows (22 damage
and 19 damage.) The Western Thoughbow pitches forward, falling from the top of
the bookshelves and landing with a surprisingly loud thud as it smacks into the
floor. Elby lets out a loud sigh. "Oh Yeah!"
Oh yeah was what
was Elby was thinking though aaahh was the sound he made. Elby
knew the sound he made was echoing off the walls of the ravine though he was
not certain if it was the result of his rapid descent down the stone water
slide or the sudden grasp of his manhood by her. Most likely the former though
certainly a bit of the latter. He felt the stiffing in his breeches from
excitement undoubtedly due to the latter. When his companion had bragged around
the campfire of the natural waterslides - caused by the dragons that perched
there thousands of years ago according to legend - Elby had only half believed
it. When Elby had foisted his eyes on the three hundred foot sheer drop -
standing at the top he could never spy the bottom - he barely could conceive
it. When he was challenged to slide down - he could certainly not deny the
challenge. His best friends sister...a human no less...Elby could not deny that
attraction either. Certainly not with the firm grip she currently had on him.
Elby and she crashed into the murky, black water...how deep? You're a halfling
how deep do you need it? She teased him mercilessly. Just like his sister at
home. Though certainly nothing like his sisters in a truly woman way. No need
to think of his sister now though. Elby's boots slammed into the water that
seemed to come out of nowhere. His breath was taken away as she slammed into
him from behind as they disappeared beneath the water. It was under the water
that she gave him a gentle hug from behind as she finally let go of his loins.
He was thankful of that. Even dark water cannot hide a pitched tent. Funny,
Elby thought, darkness used to scare me.
Radegast moved
past the dead bodies, almost hindered by the books calling out to him. He took
a deep breath, steading himself and allowing for a second wind (19 hit points
regained.) He fingered his weapon in anticipation of reaching the Mind Strike.
Not this round, but certainly next (K-15).
There was no need to be afraid. Radegast stood waste deep in
the water surrounded by lillipads and water bugs. His daughter looked at him
with wide-eyes, her mother's eyes, all while refusing to step off the shore. He
did not laugh for to his two-year old daughter it was the most serious moment
of her you life. Reassurance, not laughter; that is what she needed at her
tender years. She shook her head back-and-forth. When she was scared she
would not speak. Watch Papa go under. Radegast dipped himself beneath the
water. Only this damned pond can necessitate a bath after the fact. Ahhhhh. He
surfaced to the sounds of the frightened screams of his two-year-old. His first
child did not react like this to water. He laughed to himself, though a smile
did escape his lips, were everyone the same life would be boring. Funny, how he
used to be afraid of parenthood yet now he found nothing but joy in it.
The Mind Strike
looked blankly at Stones. The scimitar and its strange energy flashed toward
Stone’s neck. The warrior brought his blade into position to defend. Feint. The
scimitar slammed into Stone’s cloth armor, no splicing through it (30 to hit) but
causing body wracking pain to course through him (19 hit points damage.)
The East Thoughtbow
let loose with a psychic arrow. Even with his back turned Elby had an idea that
is was coming. Basic combat tactic. If you are taking out people long range
then other long range fighters eventually turn toward you. Elby turned away,
the arrow passing him harmlessly.
DM Notes
- · Rob you have no more vials
- · Rob you can also only make basic attacks
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