ONE HUNDRED SIXTY THREE
(I/C)
Seeing the fight take place in the dark hall, Brendon leaned to Wyn who was concentrating on his myriad of animals and whispered, “Hold on a sec, I’ll be right back.” And stepped into the hall.
“Brendon. Brendon. Monsieur Brendon? Brendon!” Wyn hissed and whispered, trying to stop the Scout who turned back and held a finger in front of his lips, softly saying, “Shhh. Noise please.” And then turned back to the hall, sneaking forward.
“What the hell is that dumb ass doing?” Kovid murmured.
“What?” Lannis said, swinging his censer back and forth, keeping the smoke going, Lyra moving back a few steps debating on weapons before taking her sling out. “What dumb ass?”
“I think…” the dwarf spoke low and steady, eyes glued around the corner, “that Brendon…is going to try and take out the Beekeeper.”
“Oh? The crazed spell using god touched weird bee swarm yelling hobgoblin throwing giant rats off his body like a bucking bull? That one?” Lannis scoffed. “With what? A fucking fireball?! This whole fucking mission is bullshit. I call bullshit. Lyra? Bullshit? Abraxas? Bullshit? Anyone? Anyone?”
Meanwhile Wyn kept Huit on the Beekeeper, the giant rat leaping and driving against the hobgoblin, keeping his attention facing east and away from the sneaking Scout. The wolf lunged again on a series of attacks against the wounded orc (<+3 to hit, +2 bees, Black 8) but although was savaging the brute, could not land a fatal blow.
Two of the remaining awake giant rats went up to Un and Deux and nipped the sleeping vermin in the nose, breaking the enchanted slumber, and the last lone bee that Wyn was controlling dove down and stung Cinq in the flank, also waking it up (in BX, any violent action, slap pinch or the like will wake up a sleeper – no damage needed).
Huit tried to take down the bleeding Beekeeper (<+0 to hit, Green 5) but the tactics were very different when it was just 1 on 1, and was easily rebuffed by the furious hobgoblin. His hand was glowing in a whitish green light as he was beginning to cast a spell of some sort.
However, Brendon (<Move Silently +20% Battle , Red 23) walked his way through the dark hall, eyes fixed on the hobgoblin, head shrouded by the faintly urine smelling fur around his head and not disturbing the few bees idly in the area, until he was close enough to strike. He drew his 20” short blade in a single motion and stabbed it up and under the 5th and 6th rib (>+1 to hit, +4 Surprise, Red 20 – Critical Surprise Backstab: Max damage 6 x 2 = 12 damage and killed!!) and through the side of one lung and into the Beekeeper’s heart. The Hobgoblin made a single ‘Hurk” noise as Brendon lowered him to the ground and skipped backwards swiftly towards the room again.
The two orcs (notice: Steel 13) were too busy with the bee swarm to see what had happened and only noted the Beekeeper was on the ground. “Hey! Wake up you! Stop the damned wolf and bees you dummy dumb dumb head!”
No, the bees were still swarming and wildly stinging anyone in the area.
(WMC: Red/Black 2. Yes. What? Pink/White 3: Bear (# 1). 1-3 north, 4-6 south: White 5 – South. Distance? 2d6x10: 2+2 = 40’)
Abraxas and Lyra could hear the battle (>Hear Noise Blue 14..<Hear Noise White 3) going off in the distance but Lyra turned to the south and said, “You hear that?”
“What? I hear nada.”
“It’s closer?”
“What?”
“Umm…” Lyra was looking intently when she saw eyes bouncing up and down reflected in the distance and coming closer and FAST. “Oh..Aine save us!” She dropped a rock into her sling whirled it twice, and let it fly (>+2 to hit -2 dark, White 16) where it soared into the gloom and smacked into something (1d3 damage: White 3: 2 damage) that let out a deep roar and galloped faster. “Bear!!”
“Holy shit!” Lannis cursed. “How many!”
Abraxas and Lyra noted the one bear coming towards them, 500#’s of brownish/black ursine fury. “1 bear!” She said. “Si! It’s a fuck ton!” Abraxas cried out as the bear closed the distance.
(initiative: Party Steel 4, Enemy Red/Black 5)
(Save Orcs, Bee swarm: Breath Weapon: White 12, White 13 – both failed: 1 pt damage, -2 AC, -2 to hit)
(Morale orcs: 4+4 = 8 – staying)
“Fuck this all shit!” one of the orcs said. “Kill everything here with more than 2 legs!”
Snarling at the wolf that had savaged him earlier, the brute spat, “Start I do with you!” and hacked down (>+3 to hit, -2 bees, Red/Black 13) tearing through the wolf’s shoulder, driving it down with a whine, then lifting the blade and hitting again (1d8+1 Damage: Red/Black 6 – 7 Damage and killed!!) cleaving the beast’s head wide open and dropping it. “Ha! Dead you are!”
“Good hittage!” The other orc cheered, heading up to Huit and swinging his blade in a sliding slice (>+3 to hit -2 bees, Teal 12) ripping the giant vermin wide open (1d8+1 damage: Purple 2: 3 damage and killed!!) and leaving it to scream in agony as it bled out and died. “I got one!”
“Great shot, Orc!” the other cheered. “Don’t get cocky!”
Meanwhile from the far hall, Abraxas swung his Scythe around trying to figure out the best way to face the loping ursine who roared again and then barreled into the Fighter with claws slashing and jaws working. “Ah!” Lyra yelled, loading up another rock, “Don’t let it bite you!”
“No shit! Whaddaya think I am trying ta do?!”
The bear’s claws swept sideways and he managed (<+5 to hit, Steel 9) to get the butt end of the Scythe in place to deflect the 4 inch claws from connecting. The return swipe from the other claw was a surprise though (>+5 to hit, Grey/Red 16) and the Fighter was struck (1d4 Damage: Steel 2) hard enough to bruise him under his banded mail. “Dos hits! Didn’t see that coming,” he joked.
“Wait for it,” Lannis shook his head sadly.
“It’s alright, It’s alright,” Abraxas said, readying his weapon to swing, “I get to go…MADRE DE DIOS!” he swore as the bear then hit for a third time, this time a wide mouthed bite on the fighter’s upper bicep (>+5 to hit, Purple/Blue 16) that he could not get out of the way fast enough (1d8 Damage: Blue 3. Damage Deflection Strength check:>Blue 19 – failed -full 3 points damage) and suffered the strike for it.
“Three hits?!?!” the Fighter snarled, nursing his arm and looking the bear up and down. “Big. You are a big hombre.” He spun the Scythe and smiled, “Let’s dance!”
“Alright!” Kovid cheered, hammer in his hand, “Bye, bye, bye!”
Time now is Day 5, 8:11 AM
(OOC)
Beekeeper is dead, Wolf is dead. Huit is dead. 2 orcs still alive 1 fucked up. Bee swarm did NOT dissipate, they are still around and stinging like mad. Orcs and marching west down the hall, hacking their way closer to you guys – they STILL don’t know about you!
Wyn you have Un, Deus, Cinq, Sex, and Sept awake..Trois and Quatre are sleep. You also have 1 bee, Doobie, still alive. Bottom of the round. Lannis, Censer is working great. Brendon, you are back in the wolf room without issue. Wyn you are in the wolf room, down low, head barely out the door. Abraxas, you are going toe to toe with a fucking 500# bear.
You’re up guys
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