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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 20, 2009 18:52:17 GMT -8
The Glove
"I don't need to kill anyone, I just need to move faster than them if anything goes wrong."
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Post by Myridd on Apr 20, 2009 19:06:24 GMT -8
The Dragon Kissed
"So we are going with the fire and the rockslide?" Ezekial asks his companions quietly. "Or just one or the other?"
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 20, 2009 19:28:39 GMT -8
The Spellsword
"Both I think," Quel says as he unbelts his swordbelt, handing it off to Zeke, "Could you hold onto this a moment. . .thanks."
He quickly goes about buckling and buttoning up his greatcoat, stripping off his heavy gloves so as to tuck the faded blue garmet's sleaves into them. The brief glimpse of the half-elf's hands reveal strange tattoos running down his fingers that at first seem reminiscent of chain links, but are revealed to be strange runes when viewed closesly.
"There. . ." Quel mutters as he takes back his swordbelt, securing it tightly over his greatcoat, "All ready on my end."
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Post by Myridd on Apr 20, 2009 19:41:36 GMT -8
The Dragon Kissed
Ezekial nods as he hands Quel back his swordbelt. He than glances up at the East rockface. "I better start climbing. Signal me when you're ready? With a wave of your hand or something. I will know where to look for you."
He looks over at Damara and Gavril. "Should I expect to find you by those trees that Gavril mentioned? If everything goes well?"
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Bladedancer
Fighter
Our only line of defense against the return of the thylacine
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Post by Bladedancer on Apr 20, 2009 19:49:23 GMT -8
Damara
"That'll do nicely." Damara runs a finger over her staff lightly, half-closing her eyes as she plays through the plan once more in her mind. "We'll be ready by the time the sun hits the tops of the highest trees in the west, I should say."
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 20, 2009 20:08:00 GMT -8
The Spellsword
Quel nods as he flexes his gloved fingers, keeping their circulation going in the cold that only he can feel, "I'll be off to work then."
The half-elf departs, working his way carefully around to get to work cutting the fire breaks and readying the brush for an inferno that will hopefully spread to the far end of the orc camp.
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Post by Myridd on Apr 21, 2009 5:51:06 GMT -8
The Dragon Kissed
Ezekial nods, and gives his companions a parting wave as he begins his climb of the cliff face. Along the way he calculates how much explosion will be needed, and where exactly he should put them. Most of all, he was trying to hide the fact that he was nervous from himself.
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 21, 2009 8:12:59 GMT -8
The Narrator
The preparations go well, apart from Quel having to quietly dispatch an orc who wanders into him, and soon all is ready for the distractions. Everyone is in position, and the fun's ready to begin.
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Post by Myridd on Apr 21, 2009 8:19:19 GMT -8
The Dragon Kissed
Ezekial putters around the rock face, making sure his explosion will go off just as he planned. This was a time for him to prove himself. Step up into a role that wasn't watcher. A role that was active. And useful.
He hated using all of his alchemist fires for this though. He had scrimped and saved just to get the materials required to make these. Hopefully they wouldn't be wasted here.
Quietly he sat, waiting for Quel to signal him. Ezekial was careful not to take his eyes far from his half elven friend.
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 21, 2009 10:01:58 GMT -8
The Spellsword
Quel sits, huddled in the brush, the corpse of an orc nearby, gash open across its chest, crystals of frost around the wound just beginning to melt. Without magic, he wasn't much of a swordsman at all, he mused, putting the last touches to a cluster of dry leaves. The brush around this part of the mountainside was full of the little bonfires waiting to happen now.
The half-elf sat back and looked up at the sun as he lit a cigar and took a long, regretful drag.
"Its about time. . ." He muttered to himself as he flicked the burning red stogie into the brush, quickly surging to his feet and moving out of the area, before the fire has a chance to spread and trap him in an inferno.
Once the fire and smoke has risen enough for the orcs to notice, he waves his signal to Zeke and makes for the meeting point.
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Bladedancer
Fighter
Our only line of defense against the return of the thylacine
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Post by Bladedancer on Apr 21, 2009 10:22:34 GMT -8
Damara
Chaos, as a word, really did not begin to do justice to the absolute pandemonium that exploded in the Orc camp. With all the rushing about, snarling and roaring of orders, there might just be space for a swift four-legged shape to slip in and cause the right sort of mischief.
[Stealth +13, Perception +13, Speed 8 and Initiative +10, should that come up.]
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 21, 2009 14:40:48 GMT -8
The Glove
First checking to see if any of the tents remain guarded, Gavril carefully slips into the camp, only going as fast as he can get away with while remaining undetected. (Stealth +16 +additional 5 if outdoors and have concealment, Perception +12, Speed 6, Initiative +6)
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Post by pilotace on Apr 21, 2009 17:03:18 GMT -8
The 8th Adept
Hachi rested on a small rock just outside of a tent, trying to keep out of sight of the Orcs, at least temporarily. Since he was captured (Or rather, allowed himself to be captured) the Orcs had yet to send him down the mineshaft, instead keeping him around to do little and personal chores. It was hard for 59 year old man to be working on such things, but it was better than hard and mining labor.
He only hoped he could find a way to escape eventually or be sent down to the mineshaft. An explosion sounded suddenly, rocks falling from a cliffside, and Hachi looked up quickly, placing a hand over his chin thoughtfully. A small crooked grin spread along his face as he let his fist drop onto his open hand.
"Now...to find my camel." Hachi whispered. He ran out looking for his gear, ready to take orders from the Orcs if they called to him. The Orcs outnumbered him so greatly, they must have expected that the old man could not give them much trouble. At least, Hachi would have acted that way.
(+2 Initiative, +8 perception, +12 Bluff, Speed 6)
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 22, 2009 10:54:39 GMT -8
The Narrator
BOOM!
The explosion rocks the valley, rocks starting to slide down the cliff face. Rocks grind against rocks as they slide down, toward the valley. Well, that certainly got the Orcs' attention - the ones on the east side of the valley start to scramble about, looking for shelter or for ways to stop the rocks.
And WHOOSH! The flames ignite, spreading quickly toward one of the outlying tents. Within moments, the orc camp is in a panic, orcs running this way and that, looking for some shelter from flame and stone.
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Post by Myridd on Apr 22, 2009 11:49:04 GMT -8
The Dragon Kissed
Ezekial keeps a close eye on the campsite from his perch on the cliff face. He hoped that Damara and Gavril are able to get the platform alright, and that these distractions would be suitable. He was also concerned for Quel, since he was so close to the blaze and the camp.
His ice blue eyes peer around, looking intently at the panicking orcs. However, his gaze comes upon something strange. A human? And older looking one, he thought. Puttering around the confusion.
"A slave? A servant? another adventurer?" Zeke mutters to himself. "He might get hurt. . "
Zeke looks worried for a moment, than he sets his jaw with a look of determination. "He needs to get out of there."
Ezekial starts coming down the cliff face, ((+10 Athletics, +7 stealth: trying to get down the cliff face quickly and silently. . well maybenot silently, there is alot of noise anyway, but he would like to not be seen.))
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