ONE HUNDRED TWENTY NINE
(I/C)
Taking her shield back from Brendon, Lyra turned to the scout and offered, “Say the word Brendon and I’ll burn a healing spell if you need. Or anyone else for that matter. Just remember it’s still early in the day.”
“Lets zee ‘ow th’ day goes, Lady Lyra,” Wyn suggested, tossing the slime covered cushion into the barrel and handing the shield back to Abraxas. "We close dis door, den press forward, oui?” He pulled the door closed into the long hall giving Kovid a side long glance as the dwarf was burning away but only the oil poured on him was being consumed. “So, erm, Real disturbing, but…” he motioned to the top of the stairs, “Do we bash down de door? Monsieur Dwarf... do you want to be on fire?"
Looking down at himself through the flames, the dwarf’s grin was wide, splitting his beard with a show of oil dripped flames and white teeth. “Oh. Like Thor’s Smithy, on fire of course.”
Keeping a wide distance between him and the burning dwarf, Lannis drew his Rod of Ishtari with one hand and another flask of oil with the other, popping the top, and said, "Well this hasn't exactly gone according to plan, but as we all know the sign of a good leader is their ability to improvise. Here, let me help you out there burning man, I'll try not to since your NIPPLES.” And poured the oil across the dwarf’s head, reigniting the flames and causing him to fire up with a crackling oily scent.
Making an attempt to clap the dwarf on the shoulder and then thinking against it, Abraxas grinned and said, "Vamonos Señor Koivish, let's charge those Kobs!"
He had his silver hammer in two hands and charged up the stairs, Abraxas half a step behind him. Wyn with his bow followed and then Lyra, also half a step back to avoid the flaming dwarf followed, her sling spinning over head. And finally Lannis and Brendon who gave his new STONE TIPPED JAVELIN [15] a rue grin and stowed it under his backpack strap before taking out his bow and arrow and said as an aside to Lannis, “You’re right, that didn’t work as I expected but I did get a new weapon to play with.”
At full speed Kovid slammed into the door ON fire and saw the same Grilljax room as before, but only 3 kobolds were along the east wall, the two that had run from us after knocking down the Cask, and a seemingly uninterested kobold standing between the other two. The far door to the east was open ajar about a foot and the group could faintly hear some kobold voices cursing in there. For a moment everyone just looked at each other and then Abraxas yelled, “Su es SEÑOR KOVID MANSLAYER, 19th of his line, adventurer, slayer, champion. Yo soy ABRAXAS SALAZAR, you have attacked mi amigo and now, las cosa que ultimo miras, ES FUEGO!”
(Surprise Check: Red/Black 6)
(Initiative: Party Steel 4 vs Kobolds Red/Black 1 – Party wins)
(Morale check – flaming dwarves will do that: 4+6 = 10 – FAILED! That was fast)
The two kobolds looked at each other and started to cry, one of them making the sign of warding against evil, while the middle one continued to be unimpressed.
And then the burning dwarf hit (>+3 to hit, Yellow 17) with his war hammer at full two handed extension, connecting with the lone kobold looking to back up (1d8+2 Damage: Yellow 5 +2 – 7 Damage and killed!!) and crushing it chest and sending it careening back to the wall where it hit and bounced off dead, Kovid shouting ,”Hilva! HIlva!” as loud as he could.
“Bueno! A fine hit!” Abraxas cheered targeting the other kobold who seemed to be wetting himself, his sword slashing down at a fierce angle (>+5 to hit, Blue 17) and connecting with the anklebiter’s shoulder and ripping an slash through its midsection (1d8+2 Damage: Blue 3+2, 5 Damage and killed!) causing it to scream and gurgle in its own blood as its lungs were torn open.
Wyn was next, sighting at the now moving calm kobold. “k800, Priestessiere, Magic or silver?”
“Nope,” she replied, “Standard Aine despised bog variety zombie.”
“Ah de bog,” he shot his arrow (>+5 to hit, Orange 13), “Reminds moi of ‘ome.” The clothyard shaft quivered as it struck the kobold square in the chest (1d6 Damage: Orange 5) and drove it back half a step, but it ignored the effect and stepped forward again.
“Ugh, zombies!” Lyra cursed, letting her stone soar (>+3 to hit, White 19) where it cracked with bone shattering force against the kobold’s head (1d3 Damage: White 5 – 3 Damage) and caved its eye socket it, but the zombie remained upright and approached.
Still in the hall and getting to the top of the steps was Lannis and Brendon but the Scout stopped and glanced at the west door (Hear Noise, Red 08), noting that the wood was in poor condition near the bottom of the door, thin, splintered, and had a number of ragged 4” looking holes in it from where the green slime had eaten it. “You son of a…” he cursed, slinging his bow away and pulling his new stone tipped javelin out.
“What?” Lannis asked.
Brendon smiled, lined up his shot at one of the holes and the shadow on the other side, and replied, “Oh nothing. Just this!” and SLAMMED his javelin through the hole until his hand hit the door (>+1 to hit -2 penalty, Red 14) and the javelin stabbed into someone on the other side, howling out in kobold as the scout drew his javelin free, the end stained with blood (1d4 Damage: Red 2).
“Oh no,” Lannis shook his head and aimed his fingers at the door, “Not this time, Kobolds. ZU!!” The scent of roses filled the air as pink streamers and smoke sieved through the holes in the door and filled the room inside, the magic user shoving the spell as far away as his magic would let him in order to hit the unfamiliar chamber (2, 4, 4, 2 – 12 hd) and the two friends in the hall were rewarded with the sound of something falling to the floor inside the door and then stillness except for faint snores.
“Great job, Lannis.” Brendon offered, the two of them finishing them progress up to the room.
Inside the K-800 had finally gotten close enough to strike at the fighters (Random d6: 1-3 Kov, 4-6 Abr – White 4 – Abraxas) and struck out at the human. Abraxas had his shield in place and traded blows with the preternaturally strong kobold, (>+4 to hit, Black 15) getting bruised and smacked about in the process (1d8 Damage: red/Black 6 – Damage Deflection Str Check: Blue 1, Take 3 Damage) the fighter rolling with some of the hits. “Senor! I forgotted how hard these banditos hit!”
(Initiative, Party White 2 vs Kobold Red/Black 4)
The kobold struck out a series of blows and buffets again, its movements quiet and its visage strange with its eye socket caved in and a arrow sticking out of its chest (<+4 to hit, Red/Black 9) but the Fighter was more than ready for the fight this time and blocked the majority of the blows with ease.
Kovid’s fire was still burning for this round and all the next, anyone in the next room had NOT come in to investigate the fighting although the door was ajar and the combat loud, Hilva was yelled twice but we don’t know if that had an effect, and Lannis had slept whatever was in the room to the west that Brendon had stabbed in.
Time now is 8:08
(OOC)
Bottom of next round. What’s the plan?
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