(I/C)
Brendon tried to get a better grip on the stirge he was fighting with but had already gotten half a dozen light scratches on the arms and leg for his efforts. So as soon as the opportunity came, he dove for the ground, stirge first. The two of them were wrestling about, the stirge shrieking horribly loud as it spit Wyn’s blood all over (Brend: Red 8 vs Stirge Black 17), forcing the stirge down but unable to settle his weight fully over it and not risk getting stabbed.
But he did hold it down long enough for Wyn to line up a good thrust (>+3 to hit, Orange 15) and shove 8” of his short sword into the howling murder bird (1d6+1 Damage – 2 penalty not damage friend: Orange 5: 4 Damage and killed!).
This left one still flying around. Abraxas leapt and swung (<+5 to hit, Blue 10 – missed by 1!), cutting the air around the stirge as it weaved out of the way. Then Kovid jump, war hammer shining (<+3 to hit, Yellow 7), and flashing but the stirge avoided it. Lyra let another stone fly (>+3 to hit, White 19) and it cracked into the stirge (1d3 damage: White 6 – 3 damage) causing it to shriek and hiss.
(Morale check: Red/Black 2+ 2 =4 – STAYS!!). The stirge, furious, whirled around the chamber and settled its gaze on (1d6 target: 1 – Brendon) the scout still picking himself off the floor from the other stirge. It folded its wings and DOVE (>+4 to hit, Green 16) slamming almost the entire length of its beak into Brendon’s back, up near his shoulder (1d3 Damage: Green 6 – 3 Damage Brendon!). “Cock Barnacles!” He cursed as the stirge wrapped it feet into his leather armor and backpack strap.
(Initiative – Stirge Red/black 3 vs Party Steel 2 – thanks Kelly!)
Already latched on, the damned stirge SUCKED hard and began to bloat up with the scout’s blood rushing through its beak and into it distending gut (Autohit 1d3 damage: Red 4: 2 Damage to Brendon!). The group could hear it cooing and gulping as the scout struggled to free it awkwardly from behind, still on his knees.
And just before the party could react (WMC: White 1 – Thanks Kelly! Holy shit!). (1d8 random: Purple 1 – Ape – literally the ape in the next room.) the sound of the ape in the hall driven furious from the sound of combat that had filled the air had been roaring and stomping and hooting like wild. And the entire group was able to hear the decidedly metallic “PLINK!” noise as the weakest link of the chain holding the ape in place…snapped.
Amidst to sound of pounding ape feet running towards us, Brendon groaning in pain, and the clang of metal in the combat, we could faintly hear from the cabinet Lannis’ voice ask, “How are we doing guys, did we win?”
Time now is 9:34
(OOC)
1 wounded stirge left WILL NOT FLEE – on Brendon – same problem hitting it – small weapons or rip off. And a giant 600# albino ape now free of the chain, driven blood mad from the sound of combat, and running this way. Lyra, you are closest to the door.
Your turn, bottom of the round
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