Group was in a musical mood on Discord and email and the Magic User went full blown song lyric for us.
As the Fighter pointed out - it was funny as hell that the target saved the effort and the spell fizzled.
Follows:
ONE HUNDRED SIXTY FOUR
(I/C)
Wyn was still low in the door frame, directing the combat with his rats as best he could, commanding Un, Deux, Cinq, Sex, and Sept to launch an assault on the badly wounded orc. The giant rats lunged forward while Doobie the bee flew to the sleeping Trois and stung him, waking the rat up from the sleep effect. (>+0 to hit: Blue/Purple 20 Critical 3 Damage!, Steel 14 1d3 Damage Red/Black 2: 1 Damage, Black 3, Steel 4, Red/Black 5) They hit the orc hard, ripping and tearing, chewing and shredding. The brute staggered hard, sweeping them off of his legs with the flat of his sword and stumbling back hissing in pain and wiping the sweat and blood from his face. “Damn it to Damn! I can’t do much this more!” he howled to the other orc.
Meanwhile Kovid humming aloud lifted one of his regular warhammers over his head and shouted, “Bear with me Abraxas, I’m on my way.” Bringing it back to his ear like a phone he hurled it forward with arm at full extension making sure not to flick his wrist to put too much spin on the hammer, aiming for the large bear a notch over 10’ away. The weapon flew end over end (=+2 to hit, Yellow 12) just striking the bear in the chest (1d8 Damage: Yellow 4) making it howl in pain and swipe the air with its huge paws.
“Bueno!” the Fighter cheered. “Señor Kodiak, now's el tiempo a kill this fucking bear. Señor Laintess, ayuda, por favor."
Lannis had his hands down, listening to the musical energies, feeling them pulse into his hands, swinging the censer back and forth. “Working on it. It’s going to be special!”
Lyra loaded up another sling stone (=+3 to hit, White 11) and let it fly where it too struck the bear (1d3 Damage: White 3: 2 Damage) stinging it, but no big damage. “It’s not going down fast enough!” She cried.
Abraxas had finally gotten into position to swing his Scythe and took advantage of the opportunity (<+6 to hit -4 Damage Defl, Blue 2) but the bear was ready for the shot and buffeted the Scythe aside. “Ah ah!” He smiled. “Like you, Ursa Minor, I too have dos attacks!” His Scythe came back around point first at the end of a flourish (>+6 to hit, Blue 11) and tore through the bear’s thick fur and hide, blood spraying in the aftermath of the strike (1d8+3 Damage: Blue 3 – 6 Damage!!), the animal yelping in serious pain.
“Ok! Get ready for this!” Lannis cheered. He started swinging his censer overhead in a circle, flashing it up and down to make a halo of smoke around him as his hands pulsed with pink and red magical lights. And he sang:
“Alright bear: Stop.
Abraxas, collaborate and listen
Lannis is back like a brand new magician
Lyra's face saddles me tightly
Flow like a squid sword daily and nightly
Will this nonsense ever stop? I don't know
Turn off the lights and swamp gas glows
To the extreme Kovid loves rocks like Brax loves big cats
Lights up her face and her box like it's dock time
Lyra cant rush but she's the one that turns
We're killing lots of things like an out of control fireball
Deadly when I cast my spells unfailingly
Anything less than the best isn't Lannis-y
Love me or leave me is the Lannis way
But if someone asks I hope Love me is what you say
Please don't hit a bullseye, the piper I don't wanna pay
If there's a problem my plans always solve it
This spell isn't that strong so I hope the bear don't solve it
Lann-is baby do do do do do do do
Lann-is baby do do do do do do do
Lann-is baby do do do do do do do."
The fight in the hall slowed down as Lannis gyrated and twisted his hips, bouncing around and up and down in a surprising show of skill at dance until the spell culminated and a final flourish of the Censer allowed his to toss a pink spellbolt at the bear to Pause it (>Save vs Spells, Green 20 – not paused). And the spell broke apart after hitting.
“Ah…fuck.” Lannis moaned. “All that work. And I felt so in sync with you guys.”
Lyra sighed, “Whatever Lannis just... sang or did. It was unbearable. Don’t ever do it again.”
(Initiative: Party Steel 1, Enemy Red/Black 5)
(Orc morale: 5+3 = steady) (Wounded orc Int check: <White 2)
“What we do?” the hurt orc said, struggling to keep the rats from massing against him again. “Can’t keep up this up!”
“I know! I know!” the other orc said. “Bees seemed to be less bee sting-y now, that good. BEEKEEPER! GET UP!” he shouted, pushing his companion behind him. “You go help get help. I see if I can wake up sleepy beekeepy.”
“Good call!” the wounded orc staggered back to the open door and disappeared inside with the second one remained in the hall and brought he sword around (>+3 to hit, Teal 11) where it slammed into Sept (1d8+1 Damage: Red/Black 4: 5 Damage and killed!) and sliced the giant rat in twain. “Corfard damn! There so many of your! BEEKEEPER! GET THE FUCKERING UP!!”
From inside the room was a resounding blast of a rams horn, followed by a second blast a moment later.
“Merde!” Wyn cursed. “That can’t be good.”
“He’s way too far for me to backstab…or even front stab,” Brendon moaned, the two of them still in the room and looking out. Sure enough the bee swarm was breaking up a bit as the bees were still all over the place, but they weren’t wildly stinging everything in the area. “What’s left for you?”
“I ‘ave 6 rats, and Doobie.”
“2 bees?”
“Non. Doobie. Th’ bee’s name is Doobie.”
“Oh.” Brendon shrugged. “That’s musical.” He sighed. “Seems to be catching.” He held his short sword before him. “There’s an orc out there, I want to stab it there, reaching out, stabbing him, in the chest…”
“Sweet song, Monsieur.”
Meanwhile the bear continued its assault on the Fighter. It’s claw came across (>+5 to hit, White 14) slamming into Abraxas (1d4 Damage: Steel 1) but the armor took the brunt of it. Then the second claw came across (>+5 to hit, Blue/Grey 13) and also connected (1d4 Damage: Blue 2), boxing the Fighter close to the ursine as it then tried to bite him (<+5 to hit, Blue/Red 5) but couldn’t get through his defenses.
“Ha!” Abraxas cheered. “Three attacks and Winnie Pooh couldn’t hit me hard enough!”
“Wait for it,” Lannis said with his head shaking.
“I am telling you, Senors, I can use the aid to take him down but the bear is not as bad of a foe…HOLY FRIJOLES!” he yelled in surprise as the bear suddenly wrapped Abraxas in its two arms and lifted the Fighter off the ground, dug its claws against his back, and hugged him while roaring in his face. “What the FUCK is this bullshit! Ahhh! Bear hug? BEAR HUG!?! Why did NO ONE tell me this was an option!? Too many bear surprises!! AHHH!” (Auto hit: 1d6 Damage: Red/Black 6: Damage Deflection <Str Check Green/Red 1, Half Damage – Take 3) He flexed and twisted and grunted in pain and managed to slide out of the bear’s grip, falling to the ground and hurting but able to remain standing by using the Morrigaan Scythe as an impromptu crutch.
(Bear Morale – Half damage: 2+6 = 8 failed, retreat and then run). The bear although it seemed to be having a better return on its fight against Abraxas, took in its own wounds and after snarling at Abraxas, wuffed and then backed up watching the group from 15’ away and looked to run away into the gloom.
And from somewhere else in the Castle beyond the hall with the orc and rats in it, we heard the distant answering return call of another rams horn.
Time now is Day 5: 8:12 AM
(OOC)
62 minutes expired on 110 minute potion. Bear failed morale and is running away. 1 orc in the hall, pretty healthy. Wounded one retreated to room and blew an alarm, which was answered. Wyn, you have 6 awake giant rats and 1 bee. The swarm in the hall is no longer stinging the fuck out of everyone, but that might be a lull for a round or two tops. What’s the plan?
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