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SEVENTY ONE
(I/C)
Lyra ducked into the Dining Room, seeing the normally robust Fighter hunched over, hugging his knees and rocking. “Maybe adventuring isn’t for me,” she heard him saying. “It takes a certain type of loco to go out time after time if this is what adventuring is. If I survive this encounter, this day, finding the crown, heading home through a city of giant dog-men, and to my home, I will never go out again. This is not worth it. Señor Latka doesn't even have any coins for all his efforts. I'd trade all my coins to get back to the docks and work and to be able to see again. If I'm lucky enough to do that than maybe, just maybe I'll be happy.”
Walking over slowly, Lyra placed a hand on his shoulder and gently rubbed it. “Heyyy buddy. You alright there? Looks like we’re all living to see another day. Let me help bandage you up. Maybe they’ll find something out there for you.” The Fighter continued to stay there as Lyra looked him over (Cleric Wis >9) noting the empty healing potion flask near him. “You’re still a little hurt, “ she said (down 7 out of 22), “So just keep hanging on, ok?”
Meanwhile outside in the hall, Kovid was struggling with the burning Adept savaging his side. “Get off me you flaming frog!” Wyn meanwhile had whipped his Green Elven Towel out and dumped half his water skin on it (drop water by 2). Holding it in front of him, he tried to grab the burning Adept to pull it away from Kovid.
“Dis flamin’ lizard seems to ‘ave a ting for de ‘airy dwarves. What was eet you said de odder day, Monsieur Offop? ‘Ashtag me too? No means no you poor excuse for a nightlight!” (>+2 Grapple, Orange 15) The towel hissed as it connected with the burning creature, Wyn getting a good grip and pulling back hard as Kovid shoved the other way (>Save vs Death Ray +4 Bonus, Orange 18 – Take 1 pt fire damage), the elf dodging most of the fire while doing so and only getting the lightest of burns.
“Bludgeoning Time!” Kovid crowed as he swung his hammer at full extension at the grappled burning Adept (=+3 to hit +1 bonus Grappled, Yellow 12) connecting with his head and (1d8+2 Damage: Yellow 6 – 8 Damage and killed!) and staving it in with a crunch!
From down the hall Lannis took out his towel and held it up as Brendon did the same, the scout then upended his water skin half over the wizard’s, the other half over himself (drop water by 4). "Brendon! The Moneyshot isn't enough. I need you to get me wet to I can shoot my webs all over before their runner can summon reinforcements!"
The Scout shook his head and made sure both towels were in place as Lannis began mouthing the words of his spell, the dwindling fire still burning ahead of them. “Come on Pornhero,” he said, hand wrapped around the Magic User’s forearm, “get yourself wet.” And then the two of them ran forward. The burning oil (<Save vs DR +4 bonus, Pink 3…<Save vs DR +4 bonus, Red 6) still singed them badly as they charged through (1d4 damage: Red/black 2 – 2 damage each) but not nearly the same if they did not have any protection.
Trailing smoke behind them Lannis skittered to a stop and finished his enchantment about 20 paces from the “T” intersection, “In Arachne Rief!!” and a blast of webs shot out, hit the corner and then filled the entire area with sticky strands all over the place. “There! That should plug him up!”
Time now is 11:01
(OOC)
Combat Xp: 7 Adepts @ 85 xp each – 595 divided by 6
Abraxas – Add 101
Brendon – Add 106
Kovid and Wyn – Add 109
Lyra – Add 116
Lannis – Add 121
Combat done, hall is webbed, there is 1 held Adept left – 5 on the ground, 1 burning on the ground – ground ones are all dead. Give me the plan and idea – 10 minute turn. Good luck!
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