(I/C)
"Behold and despair ye foolish mortals,” Lannis howled, brandishing the Ishtari Rod of Bolts, “Make peace with your maker, for you will find none here! Here there is only The Thunderrod!" and then slammed it forward. As he did so the magics within flared to life. (Random 1d3+1 Bolts, Pink 4 – 3 bolts) The Rod twisted at the last moment to aim at the closest robed figure stepping out – and one, two, three steel crossbow bolts shot out of the end of the rod! The first one (>+5 to hit (level, + dex, +1 magic), Pink 14) hit the adept in the chest with a clang (1d6 Damage: Pink 4), the second bolt (<+5 to hit, Pink 8) did hit the enemy but failed to stick, and the third bolt (>+5 to hit, Black 12) struck the figure deep in the gut (1d6 Damage: White/Pink 5 and killed!) and pitched it off its feet.
“Ahh!” the robed figured hissed! “Ishtari!”
Abraxas meanwhile drew out his stone tipped javelin and let it fly at the next figure (<+4 to hit, Blue 9) and although he hit it, the clang of armor underneath let him know the figure was unfazed. He drew his sword and nodded at Kovid who pulled Lannis back a rank and stood toe to toe with the Fighter. "Kovinger,” he said with a grin, “to me amigo. Let's send Grilljax a message spelled out in these bendajos broken bloody bodies, eh?"
Slapping his hammer into his hand, he braced himself and replied, “Aye Abraxas, let's paint the walls with the blood of these little dress wearing freaks!"
Seeing one of them waving his hands, the scout pushed the Magic User even further back. “Well done, Lannis!” he said drawing an arrow. “Keep an eye behind us.” Brendon let his arrow fly (>+4 to hit, Red 15) where it slammed dead center mass with another resounding clang (1d6 Damage: Red 6) and caused the squat figure to groan in pain. Lyra also took aim and let her sling stone fly (<+3 to hit, White 5) but it sailed just over their heads.
Opening the door all the way and quickly fishing out an arrow, Wyn gave the jostled Lannis a quick, "Oh! What be 'appenin' out dere?" Before chuckling and drawing a bead on the one Brendon wounded (>+5 to hit, Orange 11) and let his arrow shoot where it scored a shot right in the figure’s upper shoulder (1d6 Damage: Orange 2 and killed!) and knocked it on its back with a whimpering cry.
The hall quickly filled up with the robed figures, hissing cries and flailing clubs, they had a smell about them that was hard to place but wasn’t pleasing. The one that had just been killed over by Wyn, a red robbed figure stopped there and tore out the arrows from the fallen’s body and placed his hands on him, intoning, “Corfard! Give me your blessing to heal your Adept!” (Heal 1d6+1, Orange 6 – Heal 7) and he drew breath and stood up, clapping the other one on the shoulder! (Remove killed status from the one Wyn shot).
“Fucking hell!? They’re clerics?!?!” Lannis cried.
The two in the second rank behind the front fighters both touched their own chests and intoned together, “Blessed Corfard! Protect us from the assault of these Goodly Foes!” and the two of them were bathed in scintillating green and red light (+1 to AC, +1 to all saves vs party).
Another one further back hissed out, “Take out the Fighter, the rest will fall. Save the body for Grilljax to Raise!” finishing his hand waving he pointed his scaly fingers at Abraxas and intoned, “Blessed Corfard! A Light from your radiance to blind our foes!” (<Save vs Light spell, Blue 3) And a beam of red light flew out and struck Abraxas in the face before he could turn aside or blink. The light poured into his eyes and buried themselves there – twin beams of faint light coming out of his eye sockets and the Fighter Blinded! “Argh!! I cannot see!!!” he cried out forlornly (Blind 12 turns, -4 on all to hits melee only, no shield or dex benefit for defense).
“Abraxas!!” the party cried out as the scaly robed figures laughed and closed finally to hit the front line.
Waiting already for this moment, Kovid (>+3 to hit, Yellow 15) and the red adept (<+1 to hit, Orange 11) both struck each other at the same time but only the dwarf with the Hammer of Theystra did any real damage (1d8+2 damage: Yellow 5 – 7 damage) slamming the war hammer into the figure’s chest and midsection, the armor beneath the robe squealing in distress.
The next one at the front slammed its club at the blinded Fighter (<+2 to hit, Green 12) striking him but not doing material damage. And then the one that had been raised up had his sling out and whipped a stone at Abraxas as well (<-1 to hit (modified for crowd), Teal 2) but the rock went wild and was lost.
(Initiative: Party Steel 2 vs Monsters Orange 3 – Thanks Rik!)
As the combat continued, the red Adepts continued to cry out to “take down the damned fighter!” The lead Adept had an easy time fighting the blinded Abraxas (>+2 to Hit, Red Black 20 – Critical! Max Damage 6 Damage! – Cannot Damage Deflection while blinded) hitting his hard in the leg and causing him to fall temporarily down to one knee before standing up again. “Pendejo!”
The one in front of the dwarf, feeling emboldened, also struck a telling blow against Kovid (>+1 to hit, Red/Purple 20 – Critical! Max Damage 6 Damage) who took a club blow to the head and buffeting about the face. “Thor Damn it! Get off me!” he roared as he tried to get the ringing out of his ears, tasting blood on his lips.
From the second rank the two Adepts drew their slings and hastily and clumsily loaded rocks and hurled them at Abraxas (<-2 to hit, Red/Grey 9) (<-2 to hit, Steel 15 – both modified for draw/swap weapon lower Dex) and although he was hit, neither blow was telling enough to do damage. But, it was the next rank bank, the Adept who had been healed earlier and already had his sling out, loaded another stone and cursed, “Die Man!” and let another stone Fly (>+0 to hit, Red/Blue 17) where it struck the unexpecting Abraxas in the side of the head (1d3 Damage: Orange 6 – 3 Damage – Thanks Rik!) further weakening our Fighter.
As for the last two, one of them had a sling out and the other was working on a torch that he eventually lit at the end of their round – and the other ignited a flask of oil with a rag sticking out of it. “Oh….hell!” the party groaned as the last Adept looked up and let his Molotov cocktail fly (Steel 17) where it landed against the ceiling beyond Wyn and rained down, making a sheet of fire and a wall that was going to burn for 3 rounds. “That should keep them from running, the cowards! In Corfard’s name…KILL THEM ALL!!!”
And the red Adepts cried out in fury in reply.
Time now is 10:58
(OOC)
Ok – I am going to swap OUT of Rik’s dice for the next
round! Abraxas is at front line, blinded. Cannot charge or damage deflection,
shield has no effect, -4 on all attacks. Both front line guys took critical
hits and they are slinging like a M/F to take Abraxas down (Fighter @ 9 hp,
Dwarf @ 15 hp).
Lyra, you KNOW that they most likely each have 1 spell at
their fingertips – and we’ve had 1 CLW, 2 Protection from Goods, and 1 Light –
that leaves 3 Adepts with 1 spell each – and they are the two guys currently in
the front rank, and the Adept that had been CLW back to life and beaned Abraxas
in the face with a rock. All others have cast their spell.
As to why they didn’t heal the other adept on the floor,
he had 9 pts of damage, and the Adepts have 8 hp. Anything Below 0 for
monsters, a Cure won’t fix.
There is a wall of fire behind the party cutting off
retreat. And it’s the bottom of the 2nd round – your turn.
Lannis – Rod of Bolts shoots out 2-4 crossbow bolts when
activated, needs a to hit but its advantageous (+5 to hit for you), and is a +1
weapon in its own right – doing 1d4 damage if used in melee – not counting the
+1 to hit and damage. Has 17 charges now.
2 of them are wounded right now – the one in front of
Kovid is pretty damned hurt, and the one that had been CLW’ed with the sling
far in the back is only lightly wounded. All others are at full.
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