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elf lvr

Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 3:28 pm

Joined: 13 Jun 2006 Posts: 3065 Location: Rivendell

Alright. I was sort of adding to legoles’s post, but hey, I guess right now we’re separated, and fierce is taken care of with his Elven Reflexes. So we’re done with our enemies.

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sickofpalantirs

Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 4:13 pm

Joined: 23 Mar 2006 Posts: 7750 Location: somwhere, over the rainbow way up high. There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.

Mine and AD’ minions are dead. because there was no way the minion could win fierce, I just finished it off in 1 post.

legoles my bad i misread your event.

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Eomer3rdMarshal

Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 4:26 pm

Joined: 14 Apr 2006 Posts: 163 Location: Riding free in the Westfold

I knew I had to be fighting a wounded minion to survive, so I stated in my post that I would attack the wounded minion.

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AgentDrake

Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 4:52 pm

Joined: 01 Apr 2007 Posts: 667 Location: Halfway between eccentric and insane...

Hey, SoP thanks for getting that all figured out. I have yet to get the hang of this without cards right in front of me. Laughing

Sorry ’bout that.

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DáinIronfoot

Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 7:08 pm

Joined: 12 Jan 2007 Posts: 4594 Location: Beltsville, MD, USA

Okay, I may have gone a little overboard, but remember, I AM writing for two people now. Razz

Anyways, here we go:

Nearby, Ryle was catching up with his old friend Rorin, collecting and bundling the wood as the Dwarf used his axe to chop up large pieces.

“...and you should see it when the sun sets, Rorin. Never did I see such a sight in Dale.”

“I find that hard to believe,” replied the Dwarf between strokes of his axe. “The reflections on the Long Lake can be like the glimmer of mithril, or the Arkenstone itself, when the moon is full.” He took one last mighty swing and set down his axe to help collect wood. “It is good to see you, lad.”

Ryle smiled. “And you too, old friend. I have learned much in the last three years, but I have never forgotten your guidance.”

“See that you don’t,” Rorin replied, hefting a stack of wood. “Lest I have to whip you back into shape all over again.” Ryle shot him a glance, but shook his head as he saw the smirk on the Dwarf’s face.

“I have lost some girth, but gained muscle,” he replied, trying to be serious. “Your body changes when you are in the wild. I don’t have my father’s feasts on a regular basis anymore.”

“Hmph,” Rorin replied, attempting to tie a rope around his stack. “A little ‘girth’ is not a bad thing, Master Ryle.” He patted his chest for emphasis.

Ryle was about to reply when he spied sudden movement behind the Dwarf’s back. “Rorin!” he shouted in warning, dropping his load of firewood and reaching for his blade.

Rorin didn’t stop to ask questions. He dropped to the ground and shot a hand behind his back for his axe...before realizing he had left it by the fallen tree he had been chopping.

The hideous Warg that had been diving at him just missed, one paw brushing against Rorin’s chain mail, just barely missing. Instead, it sailed by and landed, with a snarl, in front of Ryle.

“Get your axe, Rorin!” Ryle shouted over its shoulder, backing away slowly with his sword drawn.

Rorin lifted himself off the ground. “You need—”

“You can’t help me without it,” Ryle said through gritted teeth. “There may be more...you need it. Go. Now!”

Rorin considered for a brief moment—perhaps if he could get the Warg around the neck?—before conceding that Ryle was right. Rorin had small hand axes with him, but they would be no help to either him or his young friend now. With a final nod, he sprinted as best as a Dwarf could through the trees, heading for his weapon.

Ryle watched him go before turning his attention back to the Warg in front of him, slobbering and snapping its jaws. It seemed smart enough to know that a man with a sword was not incredibly easy prey; the beast seemed to be sizing Ryle up.

If it had been more intelligent, it would probably have yelped in surprise as Ryle closed his eyes, holding his sword up in front of him, the blade facing towards the heavens.

“This will NOT be my end,” Ryle murmured, “not here. Not now.” He inhaled and focused his thoughts. “Strike, beast.”

As if understanding what he had said, the Warg leaned back on its hind legs...and pounced at Ryle’s neck.

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Rorin rolled behind the fallen tree as the twisted Warg ran past, unable to stop its forward momentum, and fell, skidding to a halt nearby. The beast had attacked just as Rorin had come within sight of his chopping log and forced the Dwarf to dive for cover against it...with his axe lying on the other side.

He and the Warg scrambled to their feet at the same time, and after an angry howl, the Warg rushed at Rorin once again.

This time, the Dwarf was ready. He waited until he could smell the creature’s foul stench, and then clambered onto the fallen trunk of the tree. The Warg, again unable to stop, turned just in time to collide with the tree where Rorin had just stood.

Uninjured but enraged, the Warg picked itself back up again, searching for his prey. It looked up....

“Hey, beastie!” Rorin shouted from on top of the log, axe in hand and in a battle-induced rage himself. Rorin may have been far from home, but his fury was enough for ten of his kin. “Baruk Sigin-tarâg!”

He leaped into the air, his axe coming down hard on the Warg’s open, snarling mouth. The blow ensured those jaws would never open on their own again.

With a final cry, Rorin climbed off the beast’s dead body and took off. He had a friend in need.

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Ryle grunted as the Warg’s body slammed into his, its jaws snapping, its claws reaching, and drove them both back to the ground. Ryle twisted his body at the last moment to avoid being crushed by the large animal, and they both crashed to the earth.

The Warg rose, then fell back, Ryle’s sword still stuck in its gut. The crafty ranger had used the Warg’s own strength and momentum against it to drive the blade deep. But now he was weaponless, and his body was stiff and weak after the effort and the force of the beast’s impact. He likely had a broken rib. Perhaps more. He found it somewhat difficult to breathe, raging pain gripping his lungs.

Unfortunately, the Warg mustered the strength to rise, weakened and exhausted, but still able to move forward towards the man that had wounded it. It let out a pained but fierce snarl.

Just then, a figure burst out of the trees nearby, and with a cry in the language of the Dwarves, struck a mighty blow into the Warg’s back. Without another sound, the creature thudded to the earth and moved no more.

Still too stunned to speak, Ryle could only watch as Rorin, breathing heavily, retrieved Ryle’s blade and wiped it off in the leaves. He walked slowly over and held it out. “Are you all right, lad?”

Gathering himself, Ryle took the sword and nodded. “Yes,” he said simply, looking down at the blade, blackened with Warg blood.

“I’m amazed that foul creature was able to stand after facing you,” Rorin said.

Ryle looked up and, instead of a teasing smile on his friend’s face, he saw genuine respect. “Your strike should have finished him,” Rorin continued. “Taking on a Warg, and living to tell about it, is not something many men can claim.”

“Nor many Dwarves,” Ryle added.

“Ah,” Rorin said, the smile now forming. “My kin have faced far worse than Wargs. Too bad you rangers always need us to save you.”

Ryle simply shook his head, unable to keep a grin off his face as his heart rate came back to normal levels. “I will settle the score soon enough, friend.”

“Aye. Your chance may be very soon,” Rorin said, gripping his axe tightly and turning serious again. “There are sure to be more of those beasties in the woods, and others may not have a Dwarf...” he paused, considering, “...or capable ranger to help them. Let us remedy that!”

Ryle nodded, driving down the pain where the Warg had crashed into him and following Rorin into the woods.

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Inner Strength Gondor

Event • Skirmish
Exert Ryle or a ranger twice to use his combined resistance and vitality to resolve a skirmish he is involved in instead of his strength, and make him resistance +1 for each wound on each roaming minion in that skirmish.
“‘This will NOT be my end....’”

Baruk Sigin-tarâg! Dwarven

Event • Skirmish
Make a Dwarf strength +2 (or strength +3 and damage +1 if he has resistance 4 or more). If he wins his skirmish, you may add a threat to make a Shadow player wound a minion.
“Rorin may have been far from home, but his fury was enough for ten of his kin.”

Ryle [5/6/8]: passes.
Snapping Warg [7/3]: exerts to become strength +3, attempting to overwhelm Ryle. Snapping Warg now 10/2.
Ryle [5/6/8]: uses Inner Strength to replace 5 strength with 8+6-2 strength. Ryle now (temporarily) 12/4/8 and spots a wound on Snapping Warg to become 13/4/8.
Snapping Warg [10/2]: unable to match or exceed Ryle’s new "strength" due to an additional +1 to Ryle’s "strength" for each wound on Snapping Warg (which would max out at 13 strength compared to Ryle’s 14); passes.
Ryle [13/4/8]: passes.
Snapping Warg loses skirmish and is wounded.
Skirmish ends. Ryle now 5/4/8. Snapping Warg now 7/1.

Rorin [7/3/6,damage+1]: uses Baruk Sigin-tarâg! to become 10/3/6/damage +2.
Twisted Warg [9/2/damage +1] loses skirmish and is killed.
Rorin [10/3/6/damage +2] wins the skirmish, and Baruk Sigin-tarâg! makes the Shadow player wound Snapping Warg.
Snapping Warg is killed.

Final tally:
Rorin, Dwarf of the Iron Hills – 7/3/6.
Ryle, Leader of the Ortans – 5/4/8.
Snapping Warg – killed (one wound from exerting, one wound from losing skirmish with Ryle, one wound from text of Baruk Sigin-tarâg!).
Twisted Warg – killed (two wounds from losing skirmish with Rorin).

"Baruk Sigin-tarâg" is Dwarven for "the axes of the Longbeards", by the way. As a descendant of Durin, Rorin is of the Longbeards.

Last edited by DáinIronfoot on Wed Apr 18, 2007 11:27 am; edited 5 times in totalBest regards, Dáin, Vice Aftokrator of the Chosen Ones

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BattleWarg

Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 7:37 pm

Joined: 11 Feb 2007 Posts: 579 Location:

Dain, very nice post ( Homage

), but...

Why didn’t the Snapping Warg exert after Ryle used Inner Strength? It would have been able to, and moreso, would have tied its strength to Ryle’s vitality/resistance. Of course, the difference would be that Ryle is wounded (and that’s all), but he said to assume that they would use their abilities when possible.

(and not at all that Ryle’s the only one with higher vitality than me when unwounded, when I got wounded twice, nope)

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DáinIronfoot

Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 7:40 pm

Joined: 12 Jan 2007 Posts: 4594 Location: Beltsville, MD, USA

BattleWarg wrote:

Why didn’t the Snapping Warg exert after Ryle used Inner Strength? It would have been able to, and moreso, would have tied its strength to Ryle’s vitality/resistance. Of course, the difference would be that Ryle is wounded (and that’s all), but he said to assume that they would use their abilities when possible.

Hmmm. I guess I was figuring it was too late by then.

Do I need to edit my post, then? I leave this decision up to my fellow adventurers. I guess I could just do some direct wounding with Ryle’s skirmish event instead, but I was trying to do something more...original.

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NBarden

Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 8:18 pm

Joined: 28 Dec 2006 Posts: 5468 Location: I don't know...

Yeah, CG said the warg used its special when at all possible.

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