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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 21, 2009 8:15:56 GMT -8
The Slavers
The gnolls are surprised by the number of foes they suddenly find themselves facing, yet they look like they are ready to try to fight back, weapons being drawn... until one of them meets eyes with Maluth, then looks to the others. "Fools! Redscales make pact with Despair! Our tribe is done, our flesh will be eaten by the stinklizards and our souls by the Great Darkness!" He turns and starts to sprint away, and his allies start to look a good bit less eager about the whole fighting thing.
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Post by Myridd on Apr 21, 2009 8:27:14 GMT -8
The Redscaled Crusader
Meepo leaps into action, taking her chance while the gnolls seem confused and frightened of Maluth. She lashes out at the closest Gnoll with her vanguard whip dagger.
((Riposte Strike: @ will: +11 vs. AC. 1d4+6 damage, +2d6 sneak attack if she catches them offguard. If the target attackes Meepo before the start of her next turn, she immediately makes a riposte against the target as an immediate interrupt: +9tr. vs AC attack that deals 1d4+2 damage.))
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 21, 2009 9:53:50 GMT -8
The Scalechanger
Maluth surges forward, lunging for the fleeing gnoll, trying to take down the terrified creature before it can flee.
((Standard Action: Charge w/pounce! Move 9 squares. Attack: Melee 1; +8 vs Reflex; 1d8 + 6 damage and the target grants combat advantage to the next creature that attacks it before the end of Maluth's next turn.))
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Post by Bladedancer on Apr 21, 2009 11:54:00 GMT -8
Elia
Wincing very slightly, less at the ferocity of her allies attacks than their seemingly unnecessary haste, Elia flickers forward in a handful of quick strides and drives her sword through one of the unengaged gnolls; great translucent talons of shadow and flame shoot from the earth, seeming to impale him in place, and she twists around him to select another target with graceful ease.
(Foesnare on a charge: +12 attack, 1d8+9 damage and target is immobilized until the end of Elia's next turn)
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Post by twitchie1 on Apr 21, 2009 14:47:06 GMT -8
The Rage Raven:
Aryianna snuck around Elia's side flanking the gnoll she was striking letting out a bone chilling battle cry as she cleaved into the gnoll with all of her might.
(Howling Strike on a charge: + 9, 1d12 + 1d6 + 3 damage)
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 21, 2009 23:09:12 GMT -8
The Narrator
In moments, the gnolls are dispatched, leaving the ground littered with blood, Maluth standing over the one who tried to flee, having killed it before it had a chance to even beg for mercy.
The chamber is remarkably peaceful, for the sight of such violent bloodshed moments before. Another passage leads further into the sewers.
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Post by Bladedancer on Apr 21, 2009 23:44:35 GMT -8
Elia
Quietly and methodically cleaning her sword, Elia stops only to check the gnolls for what clues they may carry as to their organization or origin before setting off down the tunnel with a grim little smile for her companions. "Shall we?"
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 22, 2009 4:57:07 GMT -8
The Scalechanger
Maluth checks the corpse of the cowardly gnoll to ensure that it is dead. To leave a creature alive with such wounds would be. . . cruel . . . and inneficient. Life must end, that it be allowed to rot and give way to new life. Thus did the clutter of a creature to weak to live become the order of robust life. The Great Serpent would never see a return to nothingness, Maluth believed. If there had to be a world of matter and life, however, it should be one where life passes smoothely to life, without the chaos and dissorder of prolonged torture and cruelty.
The troglodyte glances up at Elia's words and stalks after her, lamenting that he did not have time to feed, and contribute his part to the cycle of order-making.
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Post by Myridd on Apr 22, 2009 8:55:10 GMT -8
The Redscaled Crusader
Meepo hurries after Maluth and Elia, lugging with her a gnoll arm that seemed to of been chopped off during the fight.
"Scaleschangers!" She called, trying to get Maluth's attention. "Yous forgots yours snacks!" She scurried faster, still struggling with the awkward arm she had insisted on carrying.
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 22, 2009 9:23:11 GMT -8
The Scalechanger
Maluth glances down to the kobold and grins hungrily, reaching down to pick up the severed limb without a break in his stride.
"Thankth," The black-scaled troglodyte rumbles before tearing off a chunk of bloody muscle, slurping it down without chewing in lizard-like fashion.
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Post by Bladedancer on Apr 22, 2009 19:17:59 GMT -8
Elia
I can see that being the only one who doesn't eat the flesh of my fallen foes is going to be a social problem with this lot. Suppressing something between a laugh and a sound of distaste, Elia shakes her head and resolutely ignores the sounds of crunching bone and rending of flesh. You have work to do, girl, so be about it.
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Post by twitchie1 on Apr 22, 2009 19:59:38 GMT -8
The Rage Raven:
The Gnome looked at the Trog with disgust. "Why are you desicrating the corpse's of your fallen foe's? Worst of all you're eating it." Hand mindlesly fingering the onyx charm about her neck. She eyed the redscale Kobold, wondering if she would end up eating one of the gnolls.
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 22, 2009 20:16:29 GMT -8
The Scalechanger
Crack goes a gnoll bone between Maluth's powerful jaws, quickly followed by the sucking sound of the troglodyte extracting the marrow.
"In the beginning there wath nothing," The troglodyte hisses. From his tone it is obvious that he's beginning to preach, "Nothing thave for the Great Therpent. When the Therpent wath imprithoned after the Potter created the world, he thpat up the People of the Thouthand Thcaleth to conthume the clutter and dithunity of phythical exithtanthe. . ."
He pauses a moment, his deep voice taking on the tone of lamentation. "The world will never be conthumed," He continues hesitantly, "The Great Therpent hath been corrupted. . . the Darketht Thuffering will not allow the world to end. He withheth to let the world linger in pointlethh thqualor."
He shakes his head a moment, pausing his sermon to tear another chunk off of the now mostly consumed gnoll arm, "The world betht rethembleth the Primal Emptinethh when life and death tranthition smoothely. . . when life ith not prolonged unnaturally and wolf and jackal and vulture and maggot and troglodyte are allowed to feed on the corpthe rightly dead, the world ith ath it thhould be."
The troglodyte casually discards the last bit of gnoll bone, picked clean, "Underthtand?"
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Post by Bladedancer on Apr 23, 2009 0:39:20 GMT -8
Elia
A shiver runs up Elia's spine, and words of ancient power tinged with a reptilian hiss slip past her lips before she can hold them back. "[Supernal]All that will not serve will be devoured, to make a home for that which will.[/Supernal]" She shudders lightly, her fingers tightening on her sword, and in a louder and clearer voice she addresses the others through the pool of near-silence. "We can discuss theology later. Right now, we have bloody work to do."
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 23, 2009 5:36:28 GMT -8
The Scalechanger
The black-scaled troglodyte glances from Elia to the gnome, then shrugs.
"Jutht remember," He hisses as he stalks forward, "Raventh altho eat the dead."
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