ONE HUNDRED THIRTY NINE
(I/C)
Wyn loaded up another stone and swung it overhead, "Not all ov us 'ave been blessed wit de magic silvered weapons dwarfriend. Sometimes you got to take what you cen get.” And then it fly (>+4 to hit, Orange 15), the rock streaming directly for the kobold in front of Kovid (1d3 Damage: Orange 5 – 3 Damage and killed!!) and then caving its head it, dropping it there. “And stay down!”
Shuffling her target to the remaining target in front of Abraxas, Lyra scoffed, “Slings almost always do shit damage…unless you’re some spoiled pretty boy from a wealthy family that has a +1 sling and two attacks. And STILL he can’t seem to hit anything.” She let her rock fly (<+3 to hit, White 4) but it missed. “I’ll take shit damage and not get up close and personal.”
"You’re not much better, Princess,” Lannis noted, hands twisting into another spell, “Why cant things just stay dead when we kill them? We would stay dead if they killed us? Just doesn't seem fair to me. Does it seem fair to you Abraxas?” The Fighter had drawn his silver dagger and was slamming his shield into the K-800 repeatedly, trying to drive it back. “Actually you seem kinda busy.” He turned to the Cleric, “Hey Lyra if I give you some of my rations will you agree with me? I'm all out of sugar cubes at the moment, sorry. What?” Looking down, his spell was just about finished and he shook his head and grinned, “Oh, right, hadouken!" A prismatic dart tinged in pink ripped across the air and burst into the kobold’s left side (1d4 Damage, Pink 3), ripping a ragged hole in it.
“Rations?” Lyra shook her head, “Agreeing with your shitty opinions is going to cost more than some shitty beef jerky.”
"These pendejos hit hard,” Abraxas noted, “but let's finish them here and now, so we never deal with them again. Hold the line Señor Koepardniks, no kneeling!"
Brendon was watching the struggle down the hall, pulled his silver dagger free, palmed it in his right hand and grinned at the Magic User, “Time to be crazy.”
“What? What is your plan? WHOA!”
Brendon charged forward sliding to the right of Kovid and then right past Abraxas’ side and rolled (<BX Crazy Class applicable stunt Dex -2 penalty, Red 9) just to the side of the melee, flashed his weapon out (>+1 to hit, Red 19) and tore it across the kobold’s leg from its ankle up to just below its ass (1d4 Damage : Red 4) tearing skin, sinew, and muscle. He sprung up and whirled around, now on the opposite side of the combat, dagger out and low, a feral grin dimly visible in the poor light.
“Hmm…Loco, huh?” Abraxas tightened his grip on his dagger and shouldered his shield before growling aloud and throwing his armored weight at the wounded zombie (BX Crazy Class applicable stunt Str check -2 penalty Blue 4 (beat Str by 11) vs Black 11 (beat Str by 7) – Abraxas wins) and bore it to the ground, under his shield and under his weight.
And then his dagger rose and drove down and sideways into the pinned kobold (>+5 to hit, -4 penalty for prior round, +2 vs pinned opponent, Blue 20 – Critical! Max Damage: 4+2 = 6 Damage!) burying the weapon to the hilt and twisting it as he tore it free, breaking bones in the process and causing the beast to shake and groan.
Raising his hammer high overhead, Kovid tried to set up a final blow, snarling, “Die undead…again!” and slammed it down (<+3 to hit, +2 pinned, Yellow 2) cracking stone but missing the target. “Fuck.”
(Noise fight, round 2: WMC: Red/Black 1 – Thanks Kelly!!. White 2 – Goblins, # Appear d8 – Black 8, Where? 1-3 east 4-6 west – White 5 – west corridor)
From down the hall, Brendon caught a flash of reflection and the sound of slapping feet running down the passage. “Shit,” he hissed. “Kovid, Doc. Goblins. Fast, coming now.” He then faded back down the passage to hide in shadows (<Hide +10% Bonus, Red 26) and disappeared from easy sight.
“What did he say,” Abraxas gritted his teeth.
Kovid looked up the passage (racial animosity) and smiled. “Goblins. And lots of them,” and spun his hammer wide.
(Initiative Party Steel 4 vs Enemy Red/Black 5)
The k800 on the ground, badly damaged and pinned, still tried to scrabble and get a punishing grip against the Fighter (<+4 to hit, -2 penalty pinned, Red/Black 5) was unable to do more than scratch at the shield and stone floor while the goblins down the hall ran closer and closer, gibbering and laughing, “Grook Too Choon Thag Higgrah!”
Wyn smiled and said, “Kovid, they want to wear your face as a loincloth.”
“Gonna be hard to do when I smash their Gobbo Nuts to paste!”
Time now is Day 4: 11: 21
(OOC)
Bottom of the round, K800 on the ground has 3 hp left, Brendon you are hidden in the shadows and the goblins do not see or notice you. Abraxas you are on the K800 and have him pinned. Goblins spent the round running up to the group but were too far away at the start of the WMC round to get close enough to hit this round. They are armed with crude axes and crappy short swords and are wearing poor leather armor.
Your turn!
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