nkcazy
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Post by nkcazy on Jul 13, 2009 19:06:47 GMT -5
ok.....i have a premade lvl 12 sorcerer from my last dnd game so im good to go. he has 37 spells, a staff of power
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Post by drewtavion on Jul 16, 2009 8:09:57 GMT -5
my lvl 7 dwarf tank would have him
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Post by zzapper on Jul 16, 2009 9:23:47 GMT -5
Once I figure all of it out I'll probably be packing lvl something Half-Elf Rouge
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Post by nkcazy on Jul 16, 2009 13:16:29 GMT -5
sorry drew......fireball, scorching ray, enervation, wall of fire and ice, cone of cold, wall of force, disintegrate.....summon7 avoral.....and lightning bolt.....and then all my lesser spells plus the staff....that gives me....globe of invulnerability, some up there already said...,5th lvl fireball and lightning bolt.....then my ring of elemental air control wind wall, chain lightning.....prismatic wall....i PWN
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Post by zzapper on Jul 16, 2009 14:09:58 GMT -5
EVASION FTW!
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Post by nkcazy on Jul 16, 2009 14:13:01 GMT -5
good luck with that wen i use chain lightning
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Post by zzapper on Jul 16, 2009 14:43:19 GMT -5
Resistance!
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Post by nkcazy on Jul 16, 2009 17:49:45 GMT -5
*chain lightnings and then fireballs* and instead of me makin a new character, i cud keep my lvl 12 and be sorta the guide....the helper during your "tutorial" and wat not
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Post by zzapper on Jul 16, 2009 18:23:37 GMT -5
'Ats no fun, then you do all the work. I wanna actually have some risk of dying here!
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Post by nkcazy on Jul 16, 2009 22:50:12 GMT -5
oh fine.....have it your way.....
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Post by SomebodyWho on Aug 12, 2009 13:17:31 GMT -5
(I'm going to post! wheeee~!) Vervain sat on her stool in the inn, grumbling quietly to herself as she examined the contents of her pouch. "One gold piece! What in Vecna's name am I supposed to do with one gold piece?! Can’t buy any decent equipment with that.." She looked up at the bar, wondering if she should just go on on a mass binge, or do something sensible like have a meal and order a room for tonight. “Barman, bring me as much cheap ale as you can!” she tossed the coin at him, slumping on the counter in an act of boredom. Apparently, nothing interesting was going to happen today, either. How boring.
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Post by nkcazy on Aug 13, 2009 12:07:16 GMT -5
*ehem*....1st and foremost ill be gone for the weekend. dads outa town for funeral and have to be at moms....
You see before you the strangest seen....a Gnome is walking into town, he appears to be dragging a bear behind him. You realize he is a Ranger but he is dragging a bear! You ask a townsperson who is walking by who that Gnome is. "They say his name is Keeshin" the person says, as you look back to the Gnome, you see him walk into a meat market and a few minutes later, "Keeshin" walks out of the market with a sizable bag of gold. As he walks out a thief runs by and snaches the purse. But as quick as that all happened there was a crossbolt in the thiefs back. He walks over, pulls out the bolt, cleans it and puts it in his container of bolts. He picks up the purse, takes out a coin and drops it into the thiefs hand then leaves to the Tavern.
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Post by zzapper on Aug 15, 2009 5:37:50 GMT -5
Ravener yawned. Raising his head, he tried to get out of bed, but couldn't. Looking around he saw his stuff, dawn or sunset glaring through the window and open shutters. Tugging the the ropes around his wrists, he sighed, dislocated his thumb and slid his hand out of the restraint. Within a few seconds he was once again free. Slipping on his gear, Ravener made his way downstairs, smirking at the shocked looks of the gang members as their leader slumped onto the table, dead. Leaving the body Ravener walked out of the Tavern counting out what the gang member's had in their recently requisitioned coin purses. Walking out of the shadows into the light, several women stopped and stared at him, eyes wide and mouths open. Ravener smirked, tossed his hair so the long, white blonde stuff shimmered more wildly across the color spectrum.
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Post by SomebodyWho on Aug 15, 2009 15:27:17 GMT -5
Vervain looked up from her drink, vaguely registering the blind panic that had just broken out around her. Apparently, someone had died. By the looks of things, they were supposedly quite importent and had kicked the bucket only a few moments ago - oh, and had decided to take the purses of the nearby boozers into the land beyond. "Big Woop." Vervain muttered to herself, throwing a dirty look at her now-empty pouch and swigging the last of her ale before a fresh mug of the stuff was thumped down in front of her. She looked at it, slowly realizing that she had bought around 10 gallons. Vervain looked up at the barkeep. "On second thought, can I just buy the two and have the change?" The Barkeep mumbled something inaudable, which Vervain guessed to be a string of swears, before dumping her change in front of her. In copper pieces. She hissed, grabbing the mug and taking a big swig, just as a fight broke out somewhere behind her. Grumbling quietly to herself Vervain grabbed her change and made her way to the door, not wishing to be a part of the rucus at such a time in the day and not wishing to find out what her fighting skills were like when she was tipsy.
Vervain leaned on the doorframe, looking out into the street. According to what her eyes were telling her, there was a rainbow-haired half-elf and a Gnome Ranger outside. She glanced suspiciously down at the alchohol in her hand. "Hmm, need to remember this place." she muttered, downing the rest and throwing the mug over her shoulder, the smash ringing in her ears as she grinned happily.
(i would like a temporary +1 to strength and charisma, a -1 to dexterity, intelligence, and wisdom as i am slightly intoxicated.)
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Post by zzapper on Aug 15, 2009 17:04:26 GMT -5
Ravener continued down the street, busily cutting the purses of anyone within arm's reach. Listening to the accusations and shouts breaking out behind him, he grinned jauntily swiping an apple and working his way back to his bolt hole. Dropping a copper into a homeless man's cup, Ravener neatly palmed the most of the rest of it, smirking in victory until the man grabbed his arm and slipped a dagger up to his throat. "I wouldn't be stealing my money you half-breed filth, now would you?" "No, of course not!" "My cup wasn't so light before your...gift..." "You're delusional, I didn't do anything but drop a copper into your cup!" "And took the others!" The man shouted, squeezing Ravener's wrist. Ravener sighed and struck the man under the chin, grabbed the dagger hand, and spun. His actions were rewarded by a click of teeth, a sharp crack and a scream of pain. The dagger dropped next to the crumpled beggar. Ravener moved quickly, scooping the loosed coins and escaping the tightening circle of onlookers.
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