The noise of the furnace suddenly seems to return to you all, as if the room has almost fallen silent again. The floor of this horrible butchery is strewn now with the corpses of the goblins. Perhaps that will go some way to avenging the deaths of so many workers.
The bodies of eight murdered staffers, in various positions of horrible dismemberment, are evident in the large Glassworking room. In a sunlit alcove, seated on an encased wooded chair, sits an old man, his entire body encased in thick runny sheets of hardened glass. The just visible scream set onto the buried face, and bloodied welts within the glass, suggest that the man was alive when this was done to him.
Other than Tsuto, there are no survivors, and from the state of the sticky blood pools, you would guess that the men have been dead since at least a few hours, possibly much longer.
Against the Goblins, End Round
Guillaume: Against the Goblins, Round 06
heeding kythan's warning. guy backed off and stood safely behind the enforcer.
"it ends now tsuto" guy spoke with confidence as he watches tsuto wavered. his steps and stance faltering. "you are outnumbered. you will be dealt with human justice no more no less."
"never! you will never take me alive" tsutos contorted face gave his intentions away. he redirects the point of his knife towards his chest. threatening to end his life on the spot. he went on a tirade of being the true victim. guy was not about to take pity on someone who just pillaged the town at the cost of how many lives. but he is resolute on what must be done.
"beloved presence of corellon. may you bring this man to justice so that he may someday know the folly of his ways. and that he may live long enough to reveal the whereabouts of his missing sister ameiko." i beseeched my deity once again. a column of bright blue silverish light shot out from my symbol and towards tsuto which pierced thru his remaining defenses. he falls down to his knees. "NOOooo .." he managed to utter until silence took over.
guy quickly moved in to check if he was still alive. guy placed his index fingers just behind the square of his jaw. it was a new technique taught at the church to determine if the heart continued to beat despite the appearance of being dead.
"he lives" i spoke outloud.
[OOC] Converting Your Character: Tome of Magic
This supplement presented three entirely new forms of magic—almost like self-contained power sources with limited mechanical similarity to those found in other books. Thus, converting characters using these rules is much more about recapturing the flavor of your character rather than finding new versions of the precise mechanical abilities he possessed.
Binder
With his odd combination of powers and abilities, the binder doesn’t fit neatly into any of the class roles described in 4th Edition. What’s more, his ability to switch out his power set makes him a true oddity… and makes a simple conversion to any 4th Edition character class impossible.
That said, a player looking to “convert” a binder into a 4th Edition class has two basic options. You can retain the flavor of the character as someone who gains powers through his pacts with supernatural beings, or you can try to retain the mechanical benefits and effects that your character is capable of generating.
The first option is by far the easier. The new warlock class shares this pact flavor with the binder, and some judicious multiclassing and feat selection can allow you to pick up abilities that you might have gained from your favorite vestiges.
If you choose the second option, you’re best off working with your DM to build your character as a compilation of powers from a variety of classes. This completely throws the class role concept out the window—and also threatens to marginalize other characters in the group as you infringe on their specialties—so follow this path with care. For instance, you might try to select most of your powers from classes occupying the same role in order to avoid stepping on other characters’ toes too much.
Shadowcaster
The shadowcaster’s power set matches the controller role most closely, as it includes a variety of effects that hinder or damage multiple foes. Flavor-wise, however, the class is closest to the warlock (a striker). Consider selecting either the deceptive warlock build (Player's Handbook p130) or the control wizard build (p157), using multiclassing in the opposite class to add flavor and options.
Truenamer
The truenamer’s powers focus on enhancing allies and hindering individual foes, so the closest match is to the leader role. It’s not too much of a stretch to imagine your truenamer as a cleric or a warlord, flavoring his utterances as supernatural commands rather than divine prayers or martial exploits. Consider throwing in a warlock power or two via multiclassing to add some bizarre flavor to your power set.
Gryffin: Against the Goblins, Round 06
Gryffin felt the enrgy of the spell flow.
Unable to see he'd hoped that some divine force or luck would guide his hand in striking it's intended target or at least keep the Goblin from dodging his attack.
Then again, it was a calculated move on Gryffin's part to use a spell that didn't require much aiming in the first place -bein a spell that flew in a wide arc.
He had been hearing the sounds of battle and the screaming from his spot under the table.
"Are they trying to argue them to death? They seem to have forgotten about me..." He even thought.
In any case, it was at the precise moment after Gryffin had blindly released his spell that Arao's prayer to Pelor was answered.
With sight restored, Gryffin blinked and saw the wave of the spell just as it cascaded over the goblin hexer's corpse.
"I did it..." Gryffin thought, as he lay there under the work table with arm stretched forward. Looking closer, he realized that the hexer most likely had fallen dead moments before.
"They could've at least told me..." He thought with a grunt.
He checked himself for any other injuries and felt a sore spot on his side where the Goblin's hex had burned.
Cautiously, he crawled from under the table.
Having been robbed of sight, Gryffin took few moments to take the scene in.
For Gryffin, time seemed to stop and stands up.
Amid the red glow of torchfire and furnace, framed by shafts of white sunlight falling through large glass windows and surrounded by the fallen bodies of slaughtered workers and goblins lying on the cold stone floor, he saw his comrades attacking a lone half-elf that was almost pinned on one of the work tables - wounded yet seemingly filled with menace and maniacal glee.
For a moment, Gryffin almost thought that he was looking at one of the many small, detailed paintings in one of Quint's books - of heroes banding together against one massive foe.
At that moment Gryffin thought "Oh my, we are heroes..."
"I'm a hero!" Gryffin almost said as he ran forward - blue spellfire crackling in his hand.
He brought his hands together concentrating the fire into a ball and flung it forward.
"Hadouken!"
Tsuto: Against the Goblins, Round 06
Something changed with Turrowbend and his lot; they have begun fighting as a unit. He had to change that.
“Justice dragonborn?” Tsuto asked as he reassessed his situation.
To his left were the two eladrins. The one with the flaming sword was dangerously close to him. The other was has not posed much of the threat and has yet proved only as a distraction to give the dragonborn an opening. The woodsman has indeed proven himself likewise capable in using his blades as he is with his bow.
"So this 'justice' you speak of… I take it you see what lay in this room? I take it you have found my work of art ... my father's hideous corpse! I take it you might have killed my goblins by now? You have killed them haven't you? And now you talk about justice! What fools you are. There is no justice for me among your kind. They would hang me for what I have done!!!
“I have done justice here!” Tsuto continued to shout. “Did you know my ‘dear father’ killed my mother a few years back? Yes he did. He threw a poor defenseless woman off a cliff. But did anyone in town serve this ‘justice’ to him? No! But I did! You offer me nothing!’
“And as for you Turrowbend,” Tsuto then looks at the woodsman. “I have made an offer. No? Very well then. I’d just have to have you serve as an example to your friends.”
The goblin leader steps forward and thrusts both his hands towards the ranger’s chest. The blow would have been fatal but the eladrin enforcer stepped forward just in time to distract the half-elf’s attack.
“Mor!” The eladrin shouted and waved a hand towards Jarek’s chest area. Again, both of Tsuto’s fist hit an invisible force barrier, effectively cushioning the blow. Still, the blow connected, rapidly sending the ranger’s head back and dazing him.
The half-elf quickly spins around and pulls out a potion bottle from one of his pouches and drinks the contents.
He wipes off his mouth with a sleeve and once more faces those surrounding him. “Impressive. Let’s see what else you’ve got”
Jarek: Against the Goblins, Round 06
Jarek watched as the eladrin enforcer and the dragon born engage Tsuto in heavy duel. The half elf's arrogance had backfired on him. Now he was facing the blades of two mystical warriors. But Tsuto's words still rang loud in his head.
"You could be with Vynna just like I am with Ameiko now. Brothers and sisters should be together."
Kythan brought down his flaming sword at Tsuto, striking him at the shoulder and creating a deep gash. The enforcer then turned to Guy and muttered some harsh words.
"Jarek!" Arao shouted. "What are you doing there? Help us!"
The paladin's booming voice broke my reverie. I knew I had to make a decision right away. This would turn the tide of battle.
With my free hand, I drew out a dagger on my left boot. The bronze blade glistened brightly from the light of the burning furnace.
"Throw the dagger!" The dragon born ordered in an arrogant tone. "You're good at throwing things!"
I don't take orders from a lizard man, I thought. I could throw the dagger at Arao's face if I wanted to.
"Do it now!"
I hurled the tiny blade and it quickly struck flesh.
"You are a fool!" Tsuto howled as the dagger bit through his armor and shoulder blade. "I pity your sister!"
Ignoring the hafl-elf's insults, I dashed to the other side of the table.
With one hand on my sword, I charged towards Tsuto with renewed vigor. The half elf was unable to fight back, only continued to curse me in vain.
"You under-estimate me and my friends," I replied, My blade sliced through his shirt and armor.
As Tsuto stumbled back, his fury and anger dissolved into fear. I brought out my other dagger and continued my attack.
Arao: Against the Goblins, Round 05
Our fleet footed adversary waltzed his way across the room avoiding my attacks. Then suddenly he was right in front of me as he bore down his counterattack. I was able to fend off his initial strike, but a feint left my defense too high, and with a powerful technique, his fist struck my knee and broke it.
"Aaarggh!" I cried out in pain. I instantly knew the wound was grievous, as the blood from the interior wound swelled it twice over. My knees buckled, but through sheer display of will, I managed to stay upright. I will now allow the evil half-elf the satisfaction of seeing me fall in battle.
"Hmph." I spat defiantly. "Is that all YOUR proudly-called POWER can do? Can't even cut down a wounded man."
"My apologies, Sir Enforcer," I addressed the eladrin fighter this time. "But a knight of Pelor CANNOT stand aside when opposed by evil."
Mustering every reserve of my strength, I channeled Pelor's divinity through me. My battleaxe was engulfed with the crackling embers of holy flame. I felt my vigor somewhat restored, and with resolved purpose, I unleashed Pelor's fury.
"Flare, like the crimson dawn," I intoned as I brought my axe to bear. "Radiant Smite!" I struck his evil aura with all my might, and felt it break. My axe caught him on the shoulder, and slashing down, opened a gaping wound on his torso that began to burn his flesh.
"Surrender now, criminal, and face judgment for your atrocities," I finished, breathing heavily from the strenuous task. Across the room, behind me, I could hear our wizard's wail of despair as his sight was still lost. Quickly I whispered a fervent prayer to Pelor, "My god, grant my comrade the mettle to see once more."
