ONE HUNDRED ELEVEN
(I/C)
Lannis whispered to the group, “I’ve got this. Watch.” He cleared his throat and stepped forward, hands upraised in a sign of friendship. “Oh blessed Guardians, we ask you to welcome us. We have heard the words of Blessed Corfard and have come on a pilgrimage here to pray at his altar. His wickedness and power stretch far beyond the walls of this castle, to realms awaiting his touch. Our long journey and hard fought battles have brought us here so that we… Oh! Hey!” He interrupted himself, the burly Fighter pushing past him, his sword sheathed and his shield up, growling. “Abraxas, where are you going?"
"Fuck Corefart!” he howled and then CHARGED (double movement) towards the table with the statue on it. “That mama la pinga, can chupa mi culo!”
Kovid gripped his hammer and cursed, “Thor’s Balls, Abrax-Ass!” while Brendon slipped out of the room looking back down the hall we came from, bow in hand and hissing, “Noise!”
The badly disfigured Guardians (Surprise check: Red/Black 5 – no) were not prepared for the Fighter’s charge but the two closest to the table made to intercept the running man (combative Dex: Blue 1 [beat number by 10] vs Red 19 and Grey/Red 6 [combined failed number by 7]) but Abraxas was way too fast for them. He hit the table just ahead of them, and turned in one motion toward the table with the fire burning, howling out, “Eat fire, Fucker!” as he tossed the heavy silver statue (>Throw Blue 15) unerringly across the chamber where the stature fell into the raised table and fire, sending up a cloud of embers.
Wyn stepped in and to the left and Lyra stepped in and to the right. The elf tried to appear non threatening, saying, “Sorry 'bout yer statue. Dat Corfard fellow blinded mon ami 'ere en did some likely lastin' damage to 'is min…”
That was as far as he got when all hell broke loose the two closest figures grabbed Abraxas (>Grapple Black 20 – Critical!...>Grapple Teal 18), one of them latching onto his shield and bending his arm backwards painfully while the other gripped the fighter by the throat and with apparent ease, lifted his clear off the ground and was squeezing. “Defiler.” Is hissed in its sepulchral voice. “You were told to leave.”
At the other table two of the figures turned to the party while the last one leaned over the wall of the table and ignoring the fire, reached into the burning mess to try and fish out the statue that had been tossed in there, the stink of burning flesh filling the room.
“Defiler. You were told to leave.”
(Initiative: Party Steel 5 vs Guardians (without Starlord) Red/Black 2 – Party wins)
Top of the round
Time now is 3:01
(OOC)
Well, I am shocked, shocked to see this happen! Hahaha. No really, I’m not.
Wyn had mentioned quickdraw and sure shooting his bow at one of the Guardians holding Abraxas – one has his by the throat and is lifting him off the ground, the other has his shield arm locked up and twisted in place (the critical – 1 arm tied up). Lyra has sling, Kovid has hammer, Brendon has bow but is looking back down the hall for the Butcher and/or anything else to come, and Lannis has his pluck.
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