(I/C)
“Ahhh!!!”
“Lannis! Relax!”
“AHHH!!!!”
“Wyn, there’s one on you too!”
“No sheet, ya t’ink! T’is is as a great capt’n once said... this is horrible!”
“Batter up!”
“Kovid, watch it!”
“AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!”
Lyra had stepped back, sling overhead whirling, watching the other 3 stirges as they flew through the air. “Lannis…,” she said, pausing long at the end, the Magic User spinning wildly in place as he tried to dislodge the stirge sucking his blood from his flank. “Aine guide my hand. Sorry Lannis! If you die I’ll try to fix it!” And then she let the stone fly (>+3 to hit, White 15). The rock soared across the room and smashed into the stirge dead on (1d3 damage: White 6: 3 Damage – 2 Damage to stirge, 1 damage to Lannis), hurting both of them in the process. (1d6 dislodge 3+: White 5 – loose!) The stirge, unhappy with getting hit pulled its needle like beak free from the Magic User and whirled around to stare at Lyra.
“In Bet Grav!” Lannis shouted, and a mystical bolt of pink energy flew free from his hand and blasted into the stirge sitting on his robes (1d4 damage: Pink 3 Damage and killed!!) “AHhh!! AHHH!!!!” Looking around the room, he dropped his backpack and staff, diving into the bottom of the open cabinet and dragging the door closed.
"Hold still Señor Wynded!” Abraxas roared! “I'll send this beast mas feo a el Inferno. Begone vile creature! Kovard, Lunke, Lyera - take out those flying ones! Where's Señor Lamb-bast going?"
“No! No!” Brendon pointed above, ducking another flailing stirge. “Doc! I’ll help Wynd you cover us!” Watching Wyn as he swung around, Brendon timed his jump and reached out (>+1 Grab, Red 17) getting a hold of the stirge’s wing and coarse fur. He then leaned back and pulled (<+4 Str check, Red 9) and the stirge shrieked loudly as it was torn out of Wyn’s shoulder, blood spraying everywhere.
It whipped its head left, right, wildly up and down, squirmed and shrieked and it was all the scout could do to hang on and avoid the needle like beak. “And I tought mosquitoes were bad in da swamp.” Wyn said, drawing his short sword and getting behind Abraxas, looking up with concern.
“It’s clobberin’ time!” Abraxas roared as he arced his sword up and whipped it down at the stirge Brendon was holding. (>+5 to hit, Blue 15) The blade was aimed true but Brendon was having a hard time holding the stirge still and avoid getting hurt so the blow (1d8+2 Damage, Blue 1: 3 Damage) did trace a tearing line in the stirge but did not kill it. Instead it seemed to be even angrier.
Kovid, cradling his Theystra Warhammer made a few half hearted blows at the stirges as they dove but as soon as one of them was lined up, he let the weapon swing HARD (>+3 to hit, Yellow 18) and the enchanted silvered steel connected with the vicious bird (1d8 +2 Damage: Yellow 4: 6 damage and killed!) where there was a ringing clap and the stirge was smashed from the air. “Ha! Thor sends his regards!”
Lastly, Wyn had his own short sword drawn and was hiding behind Abraxas, using the Fighter as a cover as he watched carefully for the right time to strike (>+3 to hit, Orange 12) and managed to get a solid shot at the closest one (1d6+1 Damage: Orange 4: 5 damage and killed!!) puncturing its midsection and causing it to spiral to the ground howling and spasming as it died.
(Morale check: Red/Black 3+2 = 5 – Stay!) The last two stirges, one in the air flying around and hissing and the other in Brendon’s hands, flashing its beak all over and shrieking in fury were still in the fight. (Initiative: Party Steel 6 : Stirge Red/Black 2 – Party wins!)
Lyra, closest to the door, could hear the sounds of our battle was echoing throughout the cavern, and the sound had apparently excited the not too far Ape based upon its hoots and growls, still audible over the muffled sobbing and crying coming from the shaking and closed cabinet. “We’re not done yet, guys!” She called, loading up another stone and taking aim.
Time now is 9:32
(OOC)
2 Stirges left – 1 held, 1 flying. The held one is furious and if let go, will get a single raged attack against whoever is closest – right now Brendon unless someone else gets in its face. Top of the round – your turn!
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