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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 25, 2015 14:17:08 GMT -5
One of the largest concentrations of the old Barrow Kings' tombs, this grouping of the mammals hills is fifty miles west of Barrowton, near the Rills.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 25, 2015 15:48:40 GMT -5
February 23rd, 384
The day is cold and cloudy, even for a late autumn day when the heroes approach the barrows. The old tombs are the stuff of legend and myth, and while not superstitious, even Nick and Kalvin feel the unnatural chill of the dead in these long abandoned places. Some of the barrows they pass soar over sixty feet, virtual hills all on their own, and the restless spirits of the kings the Starks slew in days long past seem close at hand this day, as the sun is blocked by thick clouds portending rain, and the chilly breeze mimics the feeling of one whose blood has long ceased to flow through veins.
It is forty five miles to the northwest of Barrowton proper that they see him at last, the tall, nearly skeletally thin sorcerer reclining on his throne. The Iron Throne had been made by King Aegon as a monument to his efforts in making its various kings bend, and as a reminder as to how they had turned from useful steel into melted swords for a chair. Oriax has done much the same, only his steel is flesh, and his melted chair is a moving one of those who he has deemed worthy of holding him. From eighty feet in the air, on top of the tallest of the nearby barrows, he sits and watches them approach, a pale white dagger spinning absently in his left hand. He absentmindedly counts them as they approach, then seems to count again in a rare moment of surprise. Maybe he is disappointed he doesn’t see the prince.
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Aug 25, 2015 15:59:16 GMT -5
Maekar stands beside the others,"Well, he has a flair for the ominous. How do we go about this?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 25, 2015 16:02:28 GMT -5
"We could see if he'd like to come down from there," Amelia suggested, though it was clearly not entirely serious.
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Kurts
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Post by Kurts on Aug 25, 2015 16:55:20 GMT -5
"Is all this for me?" Oriax asked softly from his position as king of the hill, mocking flattery, voice magically carrying upon the chill of the wind from eighty feet on high so that is was as if he was whispering in each of their ears. "Such an odd and eclectic menagerie of the best of brightest this backwater continent could cobble together. Have the cattle grown so foolish that they present themselves to the butcher now?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 25, 2015 17:19:33 GMT -5
Tags people!
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 25, 2015 17:20:46 GMT -5
We're letting Astro get this one when he's home.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 25, 2015 17:46:59 GMT -5
Ilvar murmured to the others, "Light the damn barrows, before he can summon his hordes out."
He then stepped forward. "You're pissing on your afterlife, Usurper, and drowning steadily. Eternity will be an especially foul experience, I promise you."
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Aug 25, 2015 18:19:43 GMT -5
Maekar looks at the warg with bewilderment, whispering through a clenched jaw. "I have a spear, and some torches. Do you want me to just stroll up to the tombs, and toss the fire in, all relaxed." He nods in Amelia's direction,"Have her just go inferno on them, get it over with."
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 25, 2015 18:22:21 GMT -5
"If you please."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Aug 25, 2015 18:42:31 GMT -5
Dud rode up with the rest of the group, torch in hand himself. He looks to Kal Stark and then to Amelia and the other sorceress. He'd be ready to ride to one of the tombs and attempt to set it ablaze.
Skills: Sword - 99 Full plate Shield Horsemanship - 90
Special Abilities Stampede: If Dudley attacks a dismounted opponent while on a horse, his first attack roll is boosted by one third of his horsemanship skill.
Arc 3: Paladin: dudley's attacks kill the undead, and he gains +5 to all rolls while defending ladies or innocents or rescuing maidens or doing normal good knightly things. He is also immune to intimidation or fear inducing magic.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Aug 25, 2015 18:50:09 GMT -5
Crowl just sits atop his unicorn gazing up at the undead sorcerer. "I've got dibs on that chair of his." He states a hint of jealousy in his voice. /////////////////////////////// Cause this being a great idea overall Unarmed: 106 Plate Special Ability: I am Going to Punch You in the Stomach and Break Your Goddam SPINE!: Crowl's unarmed strikes hit as though he was armed. Arc 2 Ability: Terrify and Destroy: Whenever the Crowl kills an enemy, he automatically makes an intimidate check to force opponents nearby to flee (135+). In a large scale battle, the enemy commander suffers -10 to his next battle roll. Arc 3: Bestial Nature: enemies killed by the Crowl cannot be raised from the dead, and he is immune to all attempts to persuade, intimidate, or magically influence. Arc 3 (Replaces skill bumps): Apex Predator: If the Crowl lands the first hit in a fight, it deals +5 for a light blow and +10 extra damage for a medium or heavy blow. Legendary Ability (You can get these too, kids, if you hit 100!): Furious Momentum: Any time the Crowl rolls above an 85, his NEXT round of attacks is rolled at +10.
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Aug 25, 2015 19:06:33 GMT -5
-Weapons --One Handed ---Spears 101
-Armor --Full Plate mail --Shield
--Athletics ---Horsemanship 50
The Long Arms of Death: With a spear and his height, Lord Maekar gains a +5 to rolls agains men shorter than he armed with swords, axes, or maces. He gains +10 against short blade wields, until suffering a light hit, when the gap has closed. His fanatical refusal to give ground gives enemy commanders -5 to routing rolls and his own army +5 to them.
Arc 3: The Devil Takes Care of his Own: The undead will not attack Maekar, and Maekar takes 5 less damage from medium and heavy hits. Superstitious NPCs suffer a -5 to all rolls against the ghostly new Lord of Highgarden.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 25, 2015 19:18:31 GMT -5
"You overestimate me far too much," Amelia responded in regards to blowing up the barrows. "I'll burn the dead carrying and surrounding Oriax," she added, readying herself.
Fire Calling: 93 Fires of Wrath: Amelia gains +10 to any fire rolls on an adversary who has ever landed a successful wound on her, succeeded on an intimidate roll against her, or struck her.
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Post by Kurts on Aug 25, 2015 20:02:59 GMT -5
Ilvar murmured to the others, "Light the damn barrows, before he can summon his hordes out." He then stepped forward. "You're pissing on your afterlife, Usurper, and drowning steadily. Eternity will be an especially foul experience, I promise you." The sorcerer laughed then, an unsettling sound that held no mirth, patronizing and full of derision like a cruel adult who has heard a foolish child say something particularly naive. "Do any of you see your gods here?" he inquired, looking left and right over the ravaged lands from his throne of writhing corpses. "They died long ago, their positions only awaiting one bold enough to claim them. I killed one of them myself. You cannot usurp an empty throne." "Do you know why shadowbinders wear these masks?" he motioned to the one of crystalline metal on his face. "My former apprentice carries one now like a raven with a particularly shiny bauble, understanding nothing and ignorant of its significance. We wore them in the Shadow symbolic of our accord, an understanding that the acts we performed were not fit for the eyes of gods or men. I stopped caring about the afterlife long before I walked this path. It is a small minded man that concerns himself with the paradise promised after life when he has the means to forge his own in this plane...or another."
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