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Thread: D&D One on One: Broken Vengeance

btw, i'll have mountain hammer x 3, then recovery strike x2 in that order Splattered in blood, Gigant felt the arrows bounce off his armor. Kicking the corpses aside and walking over half-dead men, he began making his way onto the gate. Give me room! he demanded, pulling his axe back. An axe is a very elegant device, a simple application of physics and engineering that amplifies the force of a man's arm onto one deadly point. Inhaling, he swung and showed why he is called Gigant the Gatebreaker 31 damage ignore DR hardness to the gate
Thread: D&D One on One: Broken Vengeance

Gigant's men obliged him by clearing a path. With the screech of metal on metal, Gigant's smashes his axe into the iron gate, causing a massive dent and a gash to be opened. It isn't able to be used as an opening yet, but the metal is badly warped. Gigant's men continue to dominate the melee, with only a few of the enemy putting up a decent fight. But those few are holding their own surprisingly well. The casualties have increased on the enemy side, but there are now wounded on the Behemoth's side. Archers, Fire! Comes the shout from the wall. Arrows rain down upon Gigant's men as the enemy stands up, visible on the wall. The archers some to be poor as well, with under half hitting the Behemoth Company. Some of the shots hit their own comrades.
Thread: D&D One on One: Broken Vengeance

Death will occur here, there is no doubt of that in Gigant's mind. Even behemoths fall when swarmed by many smaller foes, that's the way it is. He knows however that while his men will fall eventually, he will endure. Like an implacable engine of destruction, he pushed against the gate with his leg, dislodging the monstrous axe. Pulling back as far as he could, Gigant braced himself, and with a roar smashed against the gate once more This time 27 damage from mountain hammer, ignoring DR and Hardness, he will also activate a different stance, giving him dr 2- and 10 against bullrush and trip
Thread: D&D One on One: Broken Vengeance

The gate is distorted even more, and is barely impassable. One more blow should wreck it open. The first of the Behemoth's members have fallen, as more arrows pour down. This time they are far more accurate, but still manage to wound their own. At this point though, most of the enemy frontline has fallen, and the remnants are against the wall and severely out number. Several men are standing clear of Gigant's range, waiting for his passage. He was their leader, and preferred to lead by example. Further, his mercurial nature meant most of his men avoided trying to piss him off as much as possible.
Thread: D&D One on One: Broken Vengeance

In a fit of violent rage, Gigant's axe struck the gate again. Even when one of the Behemoth lay dead beside him, he showed no emotion. They know the risk of this work. The only thing that bothers him is that finding a replacement would be hard. Only someone of great size and strength could join the Behemoths, and they're getting harder and harder to find. Where's the enemy commander?! I demand his head! he yelled, putting his entire weight into the strike. 29 damage from mountain hammer, and i'm out of hammers
Thread: D&D One on One: Broken Vengeance

The gate crashes down, broken off the hinges. Gate Breached! Calls out the voice that's been giving orders. Inside, there is a wide open area with cramped homes and stalls for the outlying peasants and their animals. It's mostly empty at the moment, suggestive that they fled, or hid within the keep. The keep itself lies straight ahead, a plain stone cube affair. The fortress has towers at each point of the pentagon it's made of. With no stairs in sight, it's suggestive that the stairs to reach the top of the wall are in the towers. The Behemoth company readies itself to invade further, and capture this fortress. Archers on the wall continue to fire down, this time without hitting allies. If only because there isn't any left on the ground. Listen check to pinpoint officer's voice.
Thread: D&D One on One: Broken Vengeance

natural 1 on the listen check, not trained either Standing in the middle of the open ground, Gigant was dissapointed by the fact that the enemy commander isn't here to fight him. These little arrows are nothing more than bothersome for him, but they will take his men down bit by bit unless stopped. GO FOR THE KEEP! he commanded, charging forward once more change to the charging stance
Thread: D&D One on One: Broken Vengeance

Sweeping aside the debris in the way, the Behemoth company charged forward, harried by the archers on the way. Assuming you have no movement bonuses, running is times 4 base movement, so at 120 feet per round... 15 seconds later, Gigant crashes through the keep's iron door, with his men behind him. An older man stands a few yards away, standing next to a magical device. Upon Gigant's entrance, he sighs, and shouts, Final Assault!, before turning and drawing his weapon. Wearing fitted full plate, and carrying longsword and shield, he seems far more experienced then the other men Gigant has fought here. Outside the keep, armed men pour out from various houses, while crossbow archers reveal themselves off the roofs. Though fewer than the men that were outside the gate, far older, and outnumbered, all of these men show signs of skill.
Thread: D&D One on One: Broken Vengeance

You're the leader here Gigant said, walking forward, putting his large frame between his men and the enemy leader. You're outnumbered and my men are better equipped. I give you three choices he said, axe lowered. You can surrender now and i'll let you all live. You can duel me to determine the outcome of this battle. Or..we can butcher all of you, and your bodies will be displayed for your loved ones to see. Make your choice old man..One way or another, you will submit intimidate of only 15
Thread: D&D One on One: Broken Vengeance

Making his choice in a moment, he shouted into the device, Cease!, and turned back to Gigant. I accept your challenge. The older man said with dignity, before readying himself. To Gigant's eyes, the man knew nothing of ki, and the only style the armored man had was a style born of battle and experience. Outside, the men of the keep ceased their assault and advance, and waited. Behemoth Company ceased fighting as well, eager to see their leader crush yet another man in single combat. It was almost always a spectacle. Roll Initiative. If above 11, go first.
Thread: D&D One on One: Broken Vengeance

initiative at 16. Moving first. Mountain hammer x2 recovery x3 Pushing off, Gigant charged at the man, using the momentum formed from the combined weight of his body and his armor to violently crash into the man. DIE! he roared out. He used to stand eye to eye with grown men, even as a child. Nowadays, Gigant can only look down upon other men and they look so small from where he is standing. With every intent of crushing his foe with his heavy axe, the giant swung down. Roll1d2013 20,13 Total33 omg omg omg Roll1d2013 confirming 11,13 Total24 25 damage, 75 if crits
Thread: D&D One on One: Broken Vengeance

Either I forgot to address this in the Rules post, or it's just been a while since you've looked, but just for future's sake, I don't confirm criticals. If it Criticals below twenty, as long as it hits that counts. A 20 always hits, and always is a critical unless said weapon doesn't critical AKA spells. Gigant's axe sunders shield, armor, and man in one smooth swing. The Behemoth company cheers at Gigant's show of strength, while the men of the keep that can see are stunned and demoralized. A few drop their weapons in shock at the display of raw power.
Thread: D&D One on One: Broken Vengeance

oh right! sorry, i forgot, and that was actually my biggest reason for choosing the axe over the greatsword And so another foe has fallen, reduced to something that is less than a man by Gigant's horrific might. Raising his axe towards the people on the walls, he took off his helmet, a foolish move perhaps, but he knows when victory is secured. Right now, these men do not want to be his enemy. Lower your flags! From now on, the Behemoths claim this fort for Lord Thalberg! he declared, banging his gauntleted fist on his armoured plate, bellowing out a victory cry. This is what winners do, they boast their superiority to ensure submission of their defeated foe. A crude, primitive tactic, but one that remains effective for both civilized men and savages.
Thread: D&D One on One: Broken Vengeance

The remaining enemy soldiers lower their weapons, and begin to quietly talk amongst themselves. A few are stoically silent, while others are barely holding themselves together from fear. There is a small amount that still seem hopeful. A distinct crackle is heard, followed by a flash of light away from any living thing. After the light fades, a man in black robes is visible. After taking in the view, and noticing the Behemoth company still armed, he sighs. So the fort fell in my absence, huh? He asks quietly.
Thread: D&D One on One: Broken Vengeance

The enemy mage. In the chaos, Gigant forgot about him. Crossbowmen! he yelled at the men on the roof. I offer you a chance. Aim your weapons at this man and take him out! There is a reward in gold and freedom for those of you who ends him! Choose now where your loyalty lies, in the victor, or in the man who abandoned you to yourselves while he ran off on his own! It was a gamble, but Gigant knows firsthand just how dangerous a mage can be. The last thing he want is for this mage to get a spell off to somehow give the defenders another chance. For now, he will have to rely on the greed of men. rolled a 16. If diplo then 21, if Intimidate 24
Thread: D&D One on One: Broken Vengeance

The mage grunts in annoyance as several arrows slam into a purple shell of magic. I was busy with another mage. But I see there's no point in staying here. He says, taking note of the men who had fired upon him, both Behemoth and not. With another crackle and flash of light, the mage is gone. Some of the keep's men look disgusted at those who fired, while others are resigned. Those that fired are fearful. None of them are talkative now. Gigant's men are excited, thrilled about yet another completed mission, and the likely spoils. The few casualties on the Behemoth's side are hardly mourned. Death was expected at some point, and most in the company took it as a failure to be tough or strong enough.
Thread: The Wrong Spell, By XavierHarper and Minako2012

Irvine was readying himself for something he'd never done before cast a spell. It would be his first attempt, despite his hobby of reading about any kind of magic. If it went right, then Irvine would be able attract a girlfriend. His nonexistent social life and ability to be effectively invisible in plain sight meant he had never caught a girl's eye, and he felt that it would be a shame to end high school without at least getting a date. So Irvine was going to try out a spell in the newest book he acquired. If it worked correctly, he'd become 'the peak of his seductive ability'. Or at least that's what he was reasonably sure it said. It was supposed to bring out his best qualities that girls would look for. Irvine had the circle drawn, the candles lit, and the ashes of the specified plants spread. All that was left was the final ingredient, his blood. Irvine was glad that the rest of his family had gone out. His father and mom on a date, and his sister with her friends. It would be awkward for them to come across this, especially the final part. He didn't want them catching him cutting himself with a ceremonial dagger. Irving began chanting, saying the words of a tongue he barely understood, with several words he had no specific definition of.
Thread: The Wrong Spell, By XavierHarper and Minako2012

Lisa drove up to the house with a bright laugh she had been out for the day relaxing with her friends. She'd gotten her hair done and it looked great and she'd even done some shopping. It had been a way for her friends to cheer her up. She'd had to dump her last boyfriend it hadn't been his fault. The boyfriend she'd had before him had cheated kn her then dumped her so a guy she just wasn't interested in didn't bother her. Though she was more than happy to enioy some pampering so her hair was now trimmed and layered and fresh highlights had been spread through her honey blonde hair. Her new outfit consisted of a dress which hugged her D-cup breasts and round hips perfectly. Her brigjt blue eyes sparkled as she grabbed the rest of her bags and walked upstairs not realizing her brother was home. She stayed in her room on her laptop figuring she was alone so she could do a bit of work maybe work on her blog. If anything she could just surf around watch a few videos and just relax until someone came home. She wasn't the type to do a whole lot heck she didn't even sleep around with any guy that winked at her. Most girls she knew had slept with half the football team by now but she didn't care to. Its why she'd gotten cheated on but then again that didn't bother her as much as the jerk's reaction to her anger.
Thread: The Wrong Spell, By XavierHarper and Minako2012

Unknowing of his sister's entrance, Irvine continued the chant. On the last word, he cut himself and let the blood fall into the center of the circle, and waited, breathless and hopeful. As the seconds ticked by, his hope turned to resignation. 'Just a false...' At exactly a dozen seconds after the spilling of his blood, he fell unconscious, landing on the floor with a thump. The shadows of the room thickened, and then fell upon Irvine. Senseless, he couldn't see or feel the shadows as they changed him, and filled his being. He had no idea that the spell was more than he had wanted, and had some other effects... Another dozen seconds went by after he fell unconscious. Then Irvine woke up with a headache. 'Ugh, what happened?' A quick look made him realized that the cut on his arm was gone. And so had his physique. Instead of being skinny, he was muscled, athletically shaped. Then the pounding in his head worsened, and he tossed aside his elation that the spell had worked to groan loudly.
Thread: The Wrong Spell, By XavierHarper and Minako2012

She had been surfing Tumblr when she heard a thump and looked up furrowing her brow. It had come from accross the hall and she realized Irvine must be home. She crawled off the bed setting her laptop down on the table walking out of the room. Going to her brother's room she knocked on the door she hadn't bothered to change out of the dress she'd bought. Irvine? She called out Are you okay? She knew her brother had strange habits and she wasn't interested in interrupting him at all. The books he brought home and such were very strange and she didn't really know how to read Latin she could tell some of them were disturbing. She knocked again wondering if she had just been hearing things.
Thread: The Wrong Spell, By XavierHarper and Minako2012

Lisa's knocking spiked through his head, making it worse. Her voice, however, seemed soothing. It had never seemed that way before though... Then she knocked again and the pain came back, intensified. Obviously he'd done something wrong with that spell. But... I'm alright. Just tripped over some books. Could you get me some aspirin though? I've picked up a migraine. Even his tone had changed. It was deeper, and edged with pain at the moment, but still his. What all had the spell done to him? He hoped it hadn't made him taller. He was already 6'4, and really didn't need to buy new clothes. That would stick out, since he always wore baggy clothes to both hide and move freely.
Thread: The Wrong Spell, By XavierHarper and Minako2012

Okay She said. His voice sounded strange but that might have been caused by his migraine she welt to the bathroom to grab some aspirin out of the medicine cabinet and got some water from the kitchen. She walked back to his room and knocked on the door before starting to open it. I got you some Aspirin Irvine She said softly Are you sure you're okay? Lisa didn't talk to Irvine a whole lot they were two different people really bit that didn't mean she didn't care. Sorry its not my best...
Thread: The Wrong Spell, By XavierHarper and Minako2012

In the time Lisa went to get the aspirin, Irvine cleaned up the ritual circle, and removed any sign of doing something with magic. The noises only exacerbated the pain, but it was slowly fading away. Irvine was thankful that it wasn't permanent. Lisa's knocking was only mildly painful, instead of debilitating. Her voice was still soothing, at least. I'll be alright. Irvine replied. Just a really painful migraine. Guess I was trying too hard to translate this book. He said in a depreciative tone as he gestured towards his latest acquisition. Irvine turned back towards Lisa, and froze at the sight of her. All his mental processes froze, taking her in with all senses. Those seemed to have heightened, considering he could smell every individual scent of Lisa, from her shampoo to where she had been, to her own core scent. He heard her heartbeat, saw the slightest changes between skin and make-up, and could somehow feel her feminine presence. Reason left him, and instinct took over. The desire to claim his sister, to mark Lisa as his , filled him. The spell he'd cast had changed him, on many levels. Physically was only one, mentally was another. Irvine was at the sexually attractive peak he could be. That just encompassed more than he realized, since that also meant magically. He stood up unthinkingly, his dark red hair unchanged, but his eyes were now the deepest black instead of their usual sky blue. His demeanor and stance had also changed, to an aggressive one. Irvine was unconsciously demanding recognition as an Alpha, and the submission of others to his will. The shadows on his features seemed slightly deeper, adding a slight dangerous edge to him.
Thread: The Wrong Spell, By XavierHarper and Minako2012

She froze taking him in what the hell had happened to her brother. He looked so muscular had he always looked that way that couldn't be he was thinner before. M-maybe you...need a break... She stammared. When he turned to look at her she noticed another change in him but she didn't know what it was that she noticed. She instinctively took a step back as he stood up and she looked into his eyes they weren't blue anymore. Irvine...what happened...to you... She said softly backing away. She didn't know why she was scared of him but she was he didn't look or even seem like himself. He seemed so much more aggressive and he was just standing there looking at her. All she could do was set the water and aspirin down. Y-your...aspirin... She said softly I...I'll uh... She suddenly regretted not changing out of the dress and into sweats and crossed her arms in front of her chest. The dress had been bought to make herself feel pretty but it kind of made her uncomfortable. Her brother's entire change made her concerned and she glanced at his books wondering what he'd been translating.
Thread: The Wrong Spell, By XavierHarper and Minako2012

Irvine walked forward at a steady fast pace, not saying a word. His shirt begin to twist and contort, as if something was moving underneath it, until it ripped apart. Four black tentacles revealed themselves, coming from Irvine's back. They seemed to stretch out , as if a limb unused in a while. Irvine took no notice of them, all of his attention on Lisa. No sign of intelligence was in his eyes, and he seemed determined to pin her against the wall of the corridor with presence alone. In Irvine's mind, there was only a haze of sensations, and the burning desire to mate with Lisa. The knowledge that she was his sister, society's moral conventions, all the things he'd been taught consciously and subconsciously were wiped away, leaving the buried desire revealed. And while he'd never reveal it, even to himself, he'd been attracted to her ever since she hit puberty. Irvine had wanted her to be happy, and had always tried to help her as best he could. And the time she had her heart broken by a cheating ex, he'd mercilessly beaten the bastard. He'd attacked in an out of the way spot, and hadn't hit hard even to leave visible marks, except the one to knock him out. Irvine had proceeded to hit the ex repeatedly in the same spot, until it showed the slightest of signs. He then used just under that amount of force to hit the guy everywhere that wasn't vital. The ex and been sore for days, and had avoided Irvine and Lisa ever since. Irvine would have said that he was protective of his sister if asked, but wouldn't have admitted why.
Thread: The Wrong Spell, By XavierHarper and Minako2012

Lisa jumped when his shirt ripped apart revealing the tentacles her mind was screaming at her to run now but she only backed away. Her brother had gotten into something he shouldn't have and she didn't know what to dom Irvine... She said not sure if he was even listening. She was visibly shaking terrified of what her brother would do to her right now. Her body finally snapped to attention and she did something sensible. She turned and ran from him he was probably alot faster than her especially with his new physique but she felt the need to get away from him. Sorry it took so long...I've had really bad writer's block
Thread: The Wrong Spell, By XavierHarper and Minako2012

The black tentacles surged forward, stretching out to grab her. The speed of them was beyond Lisa's ability to escape, and she was wrapped up before she could get a dozen paces away. Irvine continued the steady walk forward, until Lisa was against a wall. Staring into her eyes, Irvine removed the rest of his clothes, his attention on her every movement. The black tentacles began to explore her body, moving underneath her clothing. They gently, but firmly, began to lift her off the ground. Once Irvine's clothes were off, he moved forward, pressing Lisa against the wall. The tentacles moved out of the way, as his hands began their own exploration, touching her and noticing her reactions. His eyes were still black, but they seemed to be searching for something. His cock was a foot long, but the last three inches were as black as the tentacles, with a gradual to change to flesh the three inches below that. Irvine's hands traced her body, from her hands to her torso, from her thighs to her breasts, and everywhere in between. His eyes seemed to flicker between where his hands were at, and her face. Irvine seemed to be looking for some reaction. The haze of instincts that ran him demanded two things from the female in front of him. Desire and submission. He would not take her against her will, but he would try everything to make her want him. From sight to touch, even taste and scent, would be tailored to be pleasant, and attempt to incite lust in the female before him.
Thread: The Wrong Spell, By XavierHarper and Minako2012

She screamed as the tentacles circled her and strained against them struggling to get free of them. P-please...Irvy...l-let me go She whimpered using a nickname she hasn't used since they were little. She could feel the wall against her back and looked at her brother wondering if he was even in there. He didn't seem to be as she felt the tentacles squirming inside her clothes the feel of them made her shiver. As Irvine removed his clothes she tried not to look at his cock but she couldn't stop herself and it terrified her. She was a virgin but she knew men's cocks didn't normally look like that. St-stop...please Her voice was barely audible. She gave up struggling hoping she could still reason with him but that hope was dashed the second his hands touched her. This wasn't like her brother it couldn't have been him but she didn't know who else it could be. Small shivers ran through her whenever he touched a sensitive part of her body like her breasts or thighs. She was sensitive just above her collarbone, at her sides, and of course on her throat just below her chin. Those were the places she knew about that he was touching. She couldn't stop him all she could do was just hang there with him exploring her body.