ONE HUNDRED SIXTY TWO
(I/C)
Lannis and Lyra worked feverishly fanning the censer with the edge of the robes and cloaks, blowing on it, and doing all they can to get it to smoke more and faster (<1/2 Wis Pink4..<1/2 Wis White 2) with rousing success. The incense cones smoldered and caught, smoke billowed, and damp cloth helped keep it from flaring and the reek of sandalwood was filling the hall and the Magic User and Cleric kept moving their heads away to get a deep breath and then turn back and blow and fan some more. (wide enough to cover 2 people if close together)
Kovid had his head turned away and was holding his beard over his mouth and nose and breathing through it to block out some of the stink. Abraxas hissed, “That smell is going to ‘ttract the Beeskipper!”
“But the smoke will keep the fuck ton of bees off our ass,” Lannis whispered back.
Meanwhile Brendon grabbed a fur from the ground, sniffed it, discarded it and tried it again with another one before draping it over his head and shoulders. He looked at Wyn and said softly, “to keep the bees off me.”
Wyn was concentrating hard, moving his hands slowly like two little bees and pushing them ahead of his, limbs shaking as he was staring intently around the corner. Somewhere in the mess, two bees each landed on an orc, crawled under their shirt collars and made their way down their bodies to the fleshy part near the arm pit. And waited.
The wolf meanwhile was slowing down and then stopped struggling, the rats were keeping out of the orc’s swinging range, and the Beekeeper kept making soothing noises and murmuring, “It’s ok! It’s ok. It’s ok.”
“Your wolf is be nutzo,” one of the orcs grumbled as the wolf seemed to finally stop twisting about.
“You stop!” Beekeeper snarled back. “What and where do be these rats come all here!?” He looked at his wolf, no longer holding it hard, instead petting its back. “You ok? You ok? Good boy. You ok?”
The wolf looked back and forth at the Beekeeper and the orcs twice, tongue lolling out...
And then lunged for the nearest orc, jaws wide to bite. Just before it struck, two bees (>+0 to hit, White 5..>+0 to hit, White 12) under the orc’s armor and clothes each stung their respective orcs in the armpit, one getting slapped and killed before it could complete the action…the other successful (-1 on next to hit and AC).
And it was that one that the wolf twisted to and BIT right in the orc’s crotch (>+3 to hit, +1 stung, Black 14) causing the orc to scream shrilly as it drove the pommel of its sword down again and again trying to knock the savage lupine off of him (1d6+1 Damage, Red/Black 5 – 6 Damage!).
“Don’t hit my wolf!” The Beekeeper howled but before he could do anything, all 8 Giant rats struck him. They clawed and bit and scratched and jumped, clinging to his chest and back, ripping into his clothes and the flesh beneath and the hobgoblin whirled around like a top screaming and flailing and rat bodies fell off, rolled back up and launched themselves at him again.
“All this screaming is going to ‘ttract something,” Abraxas said with dismay. “How we doing?”
“Can’t tell,” Lyra said muffling her cough with her sleeve, struggling to see. “I’d guess Wyn’s potion is doing good.”
“Well,” Lannis corrected. “Paladins do good. Wyn is doing well.”
“Fucking nerd,” Lyra replied, wiping her eyes clear.
(8 Giant Rat attacks on the Beekeeper (@ 1d3 damage per): >+0 Teal 20 – Critical 3 Damage.. >+0 to hit Grey/Red 14, White 4: 2 Damage, =+0 to hit Blue /Red 13, White 2:1 damage..>+0 to hit -2 bees Green/Red 19, Black 5: 3 damage..>+0 to hit -2 bees Red/Green 18, Green 2: 1 Damage..>+0 to hit -2 bees Purple/Blue 17, Red 5: 3 Damage..=+0 to hit -2 bees Red/Black 15, Steel 6: 3 Damage..<+0 to hit -2 bees Green 14..3+2+1+3+1+3+3=16 hp!)
Blood running down his shirt, across his face, and rats boiling around him like a carpet, the Beekeeper also heard the wail of his wolf as the orcs both tried to attack it, the animal latched onto the burly humanoid’s crotch and refusing to let go.
(Initiative: Party steel 2, Enemy Red/Black 6)
“LEAVE HIM THE FONGING FUCK FUCK FUCK ALONE!!!” The Beekeeper howled as the orcs slammed their swords down (>+3 to hit, Steel 16, 1d8+1 Damage Red/Black 7: 8 Damage..>+3 to hit, Steel 9) knocking the lupine free and ripping a wide swath in it shoulder down to its flank, making it howl in agony and roll back, finally letting the lurching orc’s delicate parts loose – blood running down its thighs.
And then the entire swarm of bees lifted off the rats and hit the orcs like a freight train, the two burly humanoids wildly swinging their swords and screaming as they were stung again and again and again (Save vs Breath Weapon: Yellow 1, Yellow 7 – failed: 1 hp dam, -2 to hit AC and no spells).
The Beekeeper wiped another splash of blood from his face, slammed his staff down hard and howled out, “ZU! SLEEP!!” (4-16 hd: 2+1+1+1: 5 hd) and Un, Deux, Trois, Quatre, and Cinq all fell over unconscious – leaving three rats still standing and a VERY pissed off Beekeeper facing them, the wolf savaging the orcs, one orc badly bleeding and both of them in the center of a bee swarm.
Time now is Day 5, 8:10 AM
(OOC)
62 minutes of 110 minutes for potion expired. Bottom of the 2nd round – I WILL be making a WMC @ 2/6 for this round just a heads up. Damage done: Orc 1: 7, Orc 2: 1, Wolf: 8, Beekeeper: 16!!
Beekeeper looks pretty fucked up, Orc 1 looks pretty fucked up.
Bottom of the round – your turn!
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