ONE HUNDRED THIRTY ONE
(I/C)
"Monsieur Dwarf... I tink yer flame is goin' out a bit,” Wyn noticed, “You wanna bring it back to de high glow for de full effect? Give me one ov yer flask ov oil en Wyn'll top ye off."
Quickly Kovid tossed a flask of oil to Wyn who upended it over the dwarf and his fires raced high again. “It’s my spell,” Lyra commented, “But I have to admit, it’s weirding me out.”
As Kovid spun his hammer in one hand and made ready to race in, Lannis said, "Besides from some minor set backs this all seems to going surprisingly well. When is the other shoe going to drop?"
And then Kovid burst into the next room, one hand over head, fire racing ahead of him (< Remove Trap +5% bonus, Yellow 11! Success) and caught the bowl full of slime with one hand! “HA!” he crowed, pressing his burning hand into the slime and cooking it instantly. As for Gowan and the rest of the room, there was a moment where the beheld the flaming dwarf and the ballista 2/3rd turned to the door (Burning Dwarf Raction check, White 1+1 = 2 – Stay) and the moustached kobold screamed, “AHHHH!H!H!HH!H!HHHAHAHAHH!H!H!”
(Initiative: Party Steel 3, Enemy Red/Black 1)
“Stop them from turning the ballista!” the dwarf cried as he charged across the chamber, hammer spinning wildly. Gowan turned and dropped into a fighter’s stance, a sharp looking stone knife appearing in his grasp and measured the approaching dwarf with a keen eye and set himself up to counter the first attack. Kovid swung (>+3 to hit, Yellow 18). The hammer whistled and hit (1d8+2 Damage, Yellow 6 – 8 Damage and killed!). And Gowan’s head caved in like a melon! “Suck it, yourself!”
Abraxas was a half step behind the dwarf when he ran but the fighter put on a burst of speed (Charge, double movement), sword held out like a lance, skirting around the wall and aiming for the kobold near the back corner. He shouted, "Hilva! Hilva, we say, protect us stone guardians de Bastille Ipsen! Goedwan, it is now time…” At this point Gowan was killed with a single blow by the dwarf and Abraxas shook his head as he hacked at one of the 2 kobolds here. “Really, Senor? I had a whole thing I was gonna say!” (>+5 to hit, Blue 14) His blade stabbed in and out three times at the kobold, drawing blood each time, before he pulled back and riposted, tearing the life out the overmatched anklebiter (1d8+2 Damage, Blue 2 – 4 Damage and killed!!). “Ah. It’s ok. Suck it to you!” he addressed the dying kobold.
Leaving one.
Lyra was in the room sling whirling overhead. “Keep the door clear,” she commanded, “I’m going to need a lane for these zombies to flee to.”
“K800, Senora,” Abraxas offered.
“What? They’re zombies.”
Lannis shrugged, right behind the priestess, his hands already dripping with sorcery. “Are we consistent or correct? We can’t be both.”
“Ugh! Never mind,” she replied and let her sling fly (>+3 to hit, White 1 Fumble! Result: White 3 – Lose weapon) but something happened and she hurled the stone and the sling away from her and into the corner behind the last kobold! “Aine! Really!?”
“Haw Haw Haw,” Abraxas laughed, “You missed him, Senora! Mayhap Manana!”
“Nicely done, Lyra,” Lannis offered, wrapping up his spell.
“Bite it, Manmeat,” she replied.
“Not now. Busy. IN BET GRAV!” (1d4 Damage, Pink 3 and killed!) A bolt of chaos ripped from the air in front of Lannis and burrowed into the last kobold, burning his chest and neck and sending him screaming to the ground, dying from the efforts. Wyn was the last in the room, sword in front of him, giving the door a wide swath of space for Lyra’s turning.
Meanwhile, Brendon opted not to follow the party into the combat, instead opening the door to the south that Lannis had closed and then opening the door with the holes in it at the top of the stairs, his own short sword in his hand. Inside was a kobold woman on the ground, green slime more than 2/3rds of the way up her arm, and an additional bowl of it near by. He looked down at her and hissed, “Show me a fucking key already, you mother fucking camael sucking douche bags fro Staten Island!” as he shoved his sword into her head and killed her (yippie).
He then turned to look at the room. There were 4 statues in each corner of the chamber, each one was of a larger than life elven maiden in some sort of dress. They were pretty and had a serene look on their face. There were 4 plush chairs that had a number of small cuts in them from the sharp scales and claws of the kobolds who had sat upon them. The reek of kobolds was strong in here. A variety of cast off piles of stray grasses, cloth, bits of boxes, and what not made up sleeping areas for at least a dozen kobolds or more, but as of now, only 1, the dead one, was here.
Back at the combat, the two statues had been moving slowly but then with slowly building speed as they marched across the chamber. They each turned to look at Kovid…and nodded briefly. Then Abraxas…and nodded briefly. Then Lyra…
And attacked the Cleric with their stone swords. “What the fuck!?” she cried out, shield up hastily as the statues slammed their stone blades at her. Each one was sure and focused, and struck repeatedly at the Priestess (<+3 to hit, Red 11..>+3 to hit, Black 15). She was able to avoid most of the blows but was slammed by a solid shot that sent vibrations up her arm and had her grit her teeth in pain (1d6 Damage, Red/Black 3 – Take 3 Damage). The other statue also tried to hit the cleric (<+3 to Damage, Teal 4..<+3 to hit, Green 5) but her armor and shield were able to protect her from most of the shots. “Why are they attacking me!?”
“I don’t know,” Lannis said. “I’m just glad it’s you and not me. Those blows look like they hurt!”
“You think?!” she cried, struggling to draw her club.
Meanwhile the two zombies, K800, finally joined the fight, one going after Kovid and the other heading for Abraxas on the other side of the Ballista. Kovid’s assailant (<+4 to hit, Green/Red 9) struck at the flaming dwarf hard but failed to do any damage to him, instead, from being so close to the flaming dwarf and engaging him in hand to hand combat, the zombie suffered burns for its efforts (take 2 damage) as it stoically struck at him.
The last one on Abraxas (<+4 to hit, Purple/Blue 4) was in no condition to hit seriously as the Ballista kept hampering its attacks and Abraxas was able to keep it at bay. “Are we going to turn them, Senora?!”
“I hope so!” she cried, ducking another terrible sword swing at her head.
(Initiative: Party White 2, Enemy Red/Black 4)
“Not now,” Lannis cried back.
Lyra had to struggle against a concentrated attack from the two statues (<+3 to hit, Steel 4..<+3 to hit, Steel 9..<+3 to hit, Blue/Red 10..>+3 to hit, Grey/Red 15) blocking what she could and taking some hits, wearing down a little more (1d6 Damage: Red 4 – Take 4 Damage). “Aine Damn it! Stop hitting me!”
Kovid’s K-800 was struggling again to connect with the dwarf (<+4 to hit, White 10) but was unable to, and again took some burns from the fire’s proximity (Take 2 damage). “Well, Thor knows I’m hurting it.”
“That’s using your fire!” Lannis cheered.
The last K800 finally got under the ballista’s firing arm and was able to strike at the Fighter with fervor (>+4 to hit, Green/Red 16) connecting solidly with the big man (1d8 Damage: Red/Black 8! Damage Deflection Strength Check Blue 7, Reduced to half – Take 4 Damage!) who was able to turn part of the assault away with his shield, his head still ringing from the blow.
“Ok! It’s time for us to change the tempo!” Lannis smiled and then looked around. “Where the hell is Brendon?”
Time now is Day 4, 8:12 AM
(OOC)
Bottom of the round, your turn. The statues ignored Kovid and Abraxas for attacks, and Lyra was the next in line and attacked her. There is a clear line out of the room if you’d like to turn. Lyra has taken 7 hp, Abraxas 4. The normal kobolds are all killed. Brendon, the room you are in is pretty big and messy and the only kobold in here is being eated and has been killed. Door to the room is closed, there is light coming from the light stone in here.
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