"Balor's Head" Cad Goleór IRC: Planning

[Seraph]

I will try to be there.  If there are 3 of us there in total, we will play, and we will say Sorcha is chasing off after the Queen, and just treat them as being out of the scene. 

[Seraph]

Ok, planning to game in about an hour.  Hopefully a little less.

[Seraph]

In the last few sessions, our heroes had defeated the swarm of rats, and were finally ready to get a decent breakfast, when who should arrive but the new Queen, with her 6 personal guards, bearing bread and words of good will.  However, Sorcha sensed something amiss, and discovered that the Queen and her guards were in fact Unseelie Sidhe!  Realizing that she had been discovered, Elphain ordered her guards to "kill the witch," and a fight ensued.

The Queen herself fled the scene, pursued by Sorcha, who was shaking off the effects of poisoned elfshot, leaving Arngrim and the naked Braith (fresh from a sexy encounter behind a fruit stand) to handle the guards.  The pair dispatched the first five with relative ease, until the leader of the guard grinned and challenged Arngrim to duel one-on-one. 

Who will win this test of skill and mettle?  Will Sorcha apprehend the Unseelie Queen?  Find out on in the next installment of Balor's Head!

[Seraph]

Are people down for playing this Thurs?

[sparkletwist]

It's doubtful I'll be able to make it. Sorry for my absenteeism lately.

[Ghostman]

I tried my hand at making a character for the new system, does this look alright?

[ic=Aidan mac Coilleach]
Aidan mac Coilleach is a controversial figure within clan Forna. He has earned his reputation as a powerful warrior and raider, but is also scoffed at for his scandalous ways: he shamelessly dons armour, wraps himself in foreign garb and confuses the minds of the youngsters with his tall tales from places far away. Traditionalists look down on him as one corrupted by the suspicious customs of effete outlanders.

He was born a son of a minor Fliath. His family has always been something of an outlier, living on remote hills by raising (and raiding) cattle. As the youngest of many brothers, Aidan found it difficult to stand out and make a name for himself despite his outstanding boldness and knack for martial skills. Growing up in the shadow of his elder brothers, he always felt that he was destined for something greater, and was being held back by his surroundings.

Restless in spirit, Aidan left his homeland after his coming of age, to wander the world. Finding livelihood and adventure as a sellsword, his travels brought him across Glasconai, over to Cwmvelod and from thence across the sea to distant shores of more exotic lands. For a span of seven years he was not seen or heard from.

And now he has returned, bearing strange items and stranger tales from unknown places at the edges of the world. Much to his dismay, his countrymen have shown little appreciation for his accomplishments abroad. Even his own familty has turned it's back on him to avoid the smear of his disgraceful status. Having little else to offer to Ceann Balor but his battle-honed skills, he has taken to participating in raids and skirmishes with much success.

Aidan has a fiery red hair and beard, deep dark eyes, a formidable jaw and scars enough to blemish an entire warband. He wears a fancily patterned Cwmvelodi-styled cloak over his shirt and trousers. He rides a greymaned horse that is bad-mannered but sturdy and swift. When going on raids he arms himself with sword and shield, a handful of throwing spears, a helmet and chainmail.

Aidan

Animals   3
Athletics   4
Charm    0
Deceit    2
Knowledge  1
Melee    5
Occult    0
Perception   2
Persuasion  1
Ranged    4
Willpower   3

Profession: Raider - +5 bonus on Animal, Perception and Persuation (intimidation) rolls related to seizing cattle or other valuables, and to general plundering.

Fierce Attack: Warriors are able to call up their strength and deliver crushing blows. A Warrior can spend an AP upon making a successful attack and inflict an extra d6 Stress, or, alternatively, something else the player and GM deem is suitable from the "Combat Maneuvers" or "Bonus Awesomeness" tables.

Armor: Warriors rely on their armor to protect them. Any Warrior in armor reduces the Stress from a successful non-magical attack by one die size. Magical attacks are handled on a case-by-case basis: a fireball would probably be reduced by armor, but a psychic blast directly into the mind would not. The exact flavor of the armor is up to the player; anything from a simple shield to a full suit of plate mail is mechanically identical.

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[Steerpike]

I'll be there if the game is on!

[Seraph]

Looks good Ghost!

[Seraph]

I will be online today for game.  If people show up, then we will play.

[Seraph]

Sorcha chased off after the queen, only to receive an unexpected counter-attack!  Elphain took flight, amid cloud-like black wings, and sucked the...well, SOMETHING out of Sorcha, who found herself plummeting toward the ground, and the queen nowhere to be found!  She got control of her senses and her powers just in the nick of time to avoid becoming a witch-shaped splat on the sidewalk, only to find herself being bludgeoned by angry Tresteg guards.

Sorcha might have been done for, if it were not for a new player who arrived: the mysterious Aidan mac Coilleach.  Aidan charged launched a spear through one's kneecap and slashed him on the neck as he rode by, freeing up Sorcha to put a hex on the other.  Together they now have the final Tresteg nearly under control.

Meanwhile, the raging Arngrim faced off against the Unseelie leader of Elphain's bodyguard.  The two circled each other, with neither laying a solid hit.  The hit that Arngrim did land healed almost instantly.  Just how resilient is this grinning villain?  What new secrets are in store?  Find out on the next exciting episode of Balor's Head!

[Seraph]

Are we on for this Thursday?  I am good.

[Seraph]

I will just plan to be there unless people tell me otherwise.  I hope to see you all on IRC!

[sparkletwist]

I will try to be there. :)

[Seraph]

The battle continues!

Aidan and Sorcha caught and bound themselves a Tresteg warrior, and headed back to the market place, where Arngrim was doing battle with the Unseelie fae.

These two traded attacks, and maneuvers, but nothing Arngrim did to this sidhe left a lasting impression.  Even the burns from the firebrand he grabbed from the hearth were gone by the time the Unseelie backed away into the sunlight.  This got Arngrim wondering whether it was the sunlight itself, or the open air that made this Unseelie regenerate at such a rapid rate.  He rushed off for the nearest blacksmith's shop, desperate for a weapon of cold iron.  He found this:



Will this new, unfinished blade make all the difference, and finally put an end to this menace?  Find out next time!

[Seraph]

Game tomorrow, and by hell or high water, we are going to finish that damn encounter!