Caravan Attacked: Crossroads and Daggerhills

*since he is in the back of the caravan with the hooded woman (Kaalos's character) once she starts to cast , he shoves his swords in her chest or... attempts to I guess * 

((her casting would provoke an attack of oppurtunity and if she is in defensive casting mode(which isn't noted as far as I can tell) he has a +9 to initiative so... I think he is in a good position to act))

(( PM sent, Vox. ))

Maura began to cast, then the sleeping woman awoke in a start. She cast simultaneously, counter spelling. (Saph's spellcraft roll: 27. Kaalos spellcraft roll: 42.) The spells fizzed as they canceled each other out, the magic twisting and melting into the air as it merged.

Meanwhile, Kal was jostled by the sudden alertness of the current sleeping mage. She was supposed to be asleep, or at least, was faking it. It was suspicious, and Kal's first inclination towards a foreign casting mage was to attack. Kal swung. (Hit roll: 23.) Struck the mage and cut into her robes.

During the flurry of chaos, the magic hung in the air. Magic does not simply disappear, it must do something. It sunk its way into the wood of the wagon, seeping into the grain of the wood and enchanting it. Suddenly, unexpectedly, the wagon ran headlong into etherealness, leaving its passengers soaring through the air without a base.

This was short-lived. Natyala gave a shout. A curse of confusion as there no longer her trust wagon bellow her, and the passengers fell out of the sky and hit the ground with the momentum of a bullet.

Status:
Everyone on the wagon is Lightly Wounded:
Dalia is Wounded:
Those traveling behind the wagon would see it vanish and everyone else come crashing down.

The sleeping mage casting or pretending to sleep mage casting would proc an AoO and If Kal hit the mage would have to make a concentration check or fail their counter spell. That's how it works, any chance we can adjust your post Vox or are we just doing it differently? Sorry to make an OOC post in the thread but this is important to me and I wanted everyone to see my line of thought. //

((The concentration roll was 27. The post stands. Continue.))

Flinching. A searing pain, she bites her lower lip. Stumbling as she fell to the ground, the hood would flap in the wind as she fell from the "fading" wagon. Grabbing her wound, the pain, cause some moderate blood-loss, she looks up, looking to see how close or far from the cloud of darkness, would it be easily accessible or not.

(place holder for future post once I receive further clarification from Vox via PM . I'm not really happy with how this went but I'm not gonna comment further because I love Vox as a DM and a player)

Tumbles after hitting the ground rolling up to his feet and immediately going to finish the mage who he had already hit , re-activating his wand of see invisibility since it had likely faded by then. Wasting no time he dashed over to the mage ready to strike them down and didn't plan on halting his strikes once he got in range

((I have been thinking long and hard about how I should play this thread out, as I am not currently satisfied with the direction it is taking. When I initiated rolls, it was meant as a general proximity to actions characters were taking. It was, in essence, to ensure a player did not simply write "and then I ganked so-and-so and they died." It was to ensure a level of fairness.

However, it has become apparent that I have failed in this attempt, as more and more specific rolls are being asked for. I cannot roll them correctly with the information I have available, and I cannot expect every player to have their sheet memorized. It is setting a huge disadvantage instead of evening the playing field. It has also muddled this thread into a mess of OOC comments, confusion, and disjointed flow.

So, in the sake of correcting these situations. I will be doing the following:

1. The post stands. I will not be reversing rp in an already confusing and disjointed thread.

2. No more rolling. It was my fault for biting off more than I could chew without the proper tools and materials. I had assumed it would be simple general rolls with rounded and approximated numbers. Obviously this is not what you lot want. I apologize.

If you have any questions, please PM me. Otherwise, proceed.))

Staunching her wound with mud and a quickfix bandage, she looks towards the Cloud of Darkness. "Well, that could have gone better" She ponders to herself, brushing herself off as she stands "As I assumed, the spell did envelop the wagon, though it seems I was not. No matter. But I should not rest anymore than I have." She would continue pondering to herself

Looks to the direction of the charging man, she shakes her head. "Imbecile, keep that wailing and you would attract all manner of foulness upon you and that woman"she thinks to herself as she staggers as swiftly as humanly possible towards the Cloud of Darkness, not really caring what is within it.

((Also as Etheralness is 1min/level, So no, I doubt it would have worked, and See invis does not work on Etheralness, you need "True Seeing"))

(( Editing after Vox's confirmation of the correction. ))

After a moment, Maura regains her senses and realizes they still reside on the Material plane. Someone had countered her spell. She blinks a moment, sits up, and quickly surveys her surroundings. The wagon was gone, her weapon out of reach, a mildly familiar masked woman rushing up to them, and the injured passenger limping to the black cloud with Kalthanar charging after her. She immediately begins to cast Mass Cure Moderate Wounds, not including the mage in her range; she had to trust her love's judgement.

(( She's targeting all within the AoE, but Daria. Range: 8 meters/~26 feet from caster. ))

Kaalos003 wrote:

"As I assumed, the spell did envelop the wagon, along with myself. But I should not rest anymore than I have."

((Also as Etheralness is 1min/level, So no, I doubt it would have worked, and See invis does not work on Etheralness, you need "True Seeing"))

((I think I have to correct you here))

ADM_Vox wrote:

Maura began to cast, then the sleeping woman awoke in a start. She cast simultaneously, counter spelling. (Saph's spellcraft roll: 27. Kaalos spellcraft roll: 42.) The spells fizzed as they canceled each other out, the magic twisting and melting into the air as it merged.


During the flurry of chaos, the magic hung in the air. Magic does not simply disappear, it must do something. It sunk its way into the wood of the wagon, seeping into the grain of the wood and enchanting it. Suddenly, unexpectedly, the wagon ran headlong into etherealness, leaving its passengers soaring through the air without a base.

Status:
Those traveling behind the wagon would see it vanish and everyone else come crashing down.

(( As per Vox's post, your char is NOT effected by your Etheralness ))

((  Etheralness also only means you're invisable and insubstantial, which means see invis will reveal you, the True sight is only NWN2 related because of bad engine limitations, I'll let the DM rule on that otherwise... Etheralness description ))

((Also, as per the rules of Counterspelling: To complete the action, you must then cast the correct spell. As a general rule, a spell can only counter itself. If you are able to cast the same spell and you have it prepared (if you prepare spells), you cast it, altering it slightly to create a counterspell effect. If the target is within range, both spells automatically negate each other with no other results. ))

(place holder once Vox let's me know if Maskedshini's correction is indeed correct as that how is how I read it as well , either way he has true seeing scrolls and potions he can use if necessary.  I'll wait for Kaalos to adjust his post accordingly before making mine.)

*He did not make a sound other than the sound of the wand activating. He kept up his beeline path towards the mage , he was faster than the average person (has a dash feat) and closed upon her perhaps more quickly than she would have liked. If that cloud of darkness scared Kalthanar he didn't show it. In fact he was pissed, his charge that he was protecting and more importantly the love of his life was put in danger because of this person and he meant to have answers however bloody the method.*

((Correct the wagon fell victim to the magic. Kaalos successfully counter-spelled, Got hit for it by Kal. Then the wagon disappeared under everyone. The wagon was just a misfire of magic in the air.))

((edited post))

Kaalos003 wrote:

"As I assumed, the spell did envelop the wagon, though it seems I was not.No matter. But I should not rest anymore than I have."

((filled in my place holder))

Natyala was  thrown to the ground, buckets of curses and swears dumping out of her mouth as she spat in confusion. It took some time to get to her feet, her legs caught most of the momentum and she had a bad case of roadrash from the ankles up. she moved in circles around where her wagon used to be, her hands gripping her head in disbelief.

She didn't notice the running mage, or most of anything around her, she was solely set on the loss of her  wagon.

But the others had. The sleeping mage bolted, Kal gave chase. Mineva spun around, losing sight of what lay in front of her. It wasn't long until they had the mage pincer-ed. The mage didn't have time to cast, but one action before they both set upon her.

Meanwhile, the clouds drew stronger and closer. The rumbling of thunder growing louder and trembling the pebbles under their feet.

Again, trapped.. oh this was getting bothersome for her. this was not the first time, she would not be able to cast a spell, quick enough, though there were other things she could use, to her advantage. Screaming out loud, frustrated, She violently throws several vials into the air in an outward direction all about her at once. They shimmer a translucent White and Blue. Should they hit anything, she merely sneers at the possible outcome. Come Claim your prize. You who attack a lone woman, no better than thugs and vagabonds. You are no better than criminals, Murderers and brutes

Maura, having successfully cast a moderate healing spell on her allies, quickly shuffles to her feet and dashes to Natyala's side. "Natyala, stay with me." She says in a mildly commanding tone, attempting to usher the woman further away from the cloud. She would grab her greatsword and helm off the ground when they reached it.

He couldn't know for certain what those vials were and so he simply bobbed and weaved through them as best he could as he continued his approach closing in finally to make his strike , lashing out furiously in a series of blows upon the woman who dared to harm his lover.

The vials were thrown and they scattered outwards from the mage as Mineva and Kal closed in from both sides. Then began to rain down around them, and they dodged. They were both nimble, but nothing could dodge them all.
Kal’s left boot stepped over a flask that hit the ground and cracked, spraying glass and a slick oil through the grass under him. Another soared over his shoulder, narrowing missing the side of his head. A third smashed into the hilt of his blade, the glass spewing over his glove and the oil covering his hands and forearm.

Meanwhile, Mineva on the other side had tried to duck under the throwing arc and race her way through it. She was fast, the vials moving over her ducked head and hitting the trees behind her. All but one. It was a soft impact, the gentle thunk of the flask hitting her armor. It cracked and crumpled against her and she felt the wet sleek patch begin to soak into her armor.

The rest of the vials hit the ground and the trees around them. All of this happened within an instant, a second of the substance soaking in, then the hellbrime lit. Eldritch Fire roared up from the earth and swallowed the trees whole. Kal’s arm was engulfed in a dark heat, and Mineva felt the weight of the fire consuming her armor. Resistance would help, it quelled the damage, but resistance was not an immunity, genetic or magically inclined. Hellbrime burned with a devilish furry.

It was a last ditch-effort from a cornered mage. The momentum was already set in motion, the blades were cast. They struck the mage as they crossed one another, the blades cutting deep. The force was great enough to knock her off her feet, and the mage spun as she was hit from both sides. She fell in her circle of flames.

The forests burned hotter and hotter. It was growing out of control. The rest of the party had to back up or be consumed in the heat of the mage’s revenge. Natyala was in tears, balling her eyes out as the party that swore to protect her fought on while her wagon was nowhere to be seen. She was no longer going to be on time. For the first time in her career she was something a caravan rider should never be. Her caravan was late.