Regardless of the edition, Sleep spell at the critical low levels of the game is pretty much a game changer as shown here with the group taking out a well armed and armored orcish hunting party with no effort.
Follows:
ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY THREE
(I/C)
Just before the lead orc reached over and risked spotting the group, Lannis who had been working up his spell leaned forward to Abraxas and whispered,” I hope Brendon and Kovid backed up in that room so I don’t hit them with the spell.” Pink streamers ran down his sleeves, billowed against his hands, and then flashed out with a spray of rose scented vapors. “Zu!” he cried (4d4 hd: 4+2+2+2=10 hd.) and the five orc from the middle of the pack back slumped over and fell asleep, weapons clattering to the ground.
“Globrock!” one of the orcs cried and then Wyn fired off his own spell, the scent of hot sand and orange sparks burst from his hands as he finalized with, “Zu!” as well (4d4 hd: 3+3+2+2=10 hd) and the 2 orcs behind the leader both fell over with a crash of dropped shields and falling bodies.
“Ratkiller?” the big front orc asked turning around briefly but whipped back as Lyra’s sling fired off (=+3 to hit, White 12) just catching him under his helm and on his temple (1d3 Damage: White 6: 3 Damage) with a hollow “THWOCK” sound. “Aine take you,” she growled.
“No, Senorita,” Abraxas grinned, Morrigaan Scythe flashing, “But I will!” he said firmly and with emphasis but not shouting ;) . (=+6 to hit, Blue 9) the weapon drove the large orc back on one foot and turned his attention firmly onto the fight ahead of him. He tried to block with his shield but the enchanted weapon and Abraxas’ blows were not giving im a chance to adequately defend himself (1d8+3 Damage, Blue 5 – 8 Damage) plus the blow to his temple wasn’t helping. He took a massive cut on his chest and two smaller ones on his legs and then the Fighter launched another surprising barrage (<+6 to hit, Blue 7) that staggered the orc but didn’t drop him.
And with his attention in front of him he missed Brendon open the door to the bedroom, motion for Kovid to count to 5, and then (<Move Silently +20% battle noises, Red 23) run on padded feet 6 steps and JUMP, short sword extended (>+1 to hit, +4 surprise, Red 11) as he drove his weight and blade through the gaps in the orcs’ armor and deep into his back (1d6 Damage x 2: Red 4 – 8 Damage!), making him wheeze and struggle to remain standing.
And in the last few seconds after 20 or so feverish heartbeats when this engagement began, Kovid raised his Theystran warhammer over his head and ran at the orc, swinging wide (=+3 to hit, Yellow 12) and connecting with the brute’s midsection (1d8+2 Damage: Yellow 7, 9 Damage and killed!), folding it in half with the crackle of busted ribs as it rebounded off the sidewall and them slumped over gurgling as it died.
In the ringing silence that followed, Brendon motioned for the group to be still as he jogged north to the dark maw of the steps going down and listened (<Hear Noise +20% bonus, Red 18) before turning back around thumbs up and smiling. “No one coming,” he said with a grin, looking down at the sleeping orcs and primarily, two of them with quivers. “I have no interest in making friends,” he said with a shrug, “so Fa-Pwa time?”
Wyn had already drawn his short sword and gave the Scout a querulous look. “Friends. These is not kobs or the like, Monsieur. You don’ make friend wit’ th’ ‘gator when ye sees it. Ye lure it into the shallow waters and stick a spear in ta kills it.” He looked down. “So let’s get spearin’.”
Abraxas wiped his Scythe clean and started rocking his ‘ead. “I likes that girl. Ooo, I did it again, played con tu Corazon, No tan Inocente.”
Time now is Day 5, 11:13 AM
(OOC)
I assume you will be Coup de Grace-ing the fallen and looting the bodies? Then what? 8 armored and heavy orcs in the hall, hobgoblin taken out of the bedroom. Police bodies or leave them clogging the area?
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