TWO HUNDRED SEVEN
(I/C)
Dropping the sack with the membrane creature in it and hoisting the Theystran Hammer high, Kovid shouted, “Jailer! You have one chance to reconsider. One false move and the baby’s first meal is Thystra’s cold silver!”
Brendon tossed the light stone to Lyra who caught it, “Lass, toss this into the dark area or whatever comes out of that hole!”
"I think you should listen to Señor Koalark if you want to save the child,” Abraxas tried to reason but the stomping Owlbear had him bring his Scythe about and ready to face the ursine threat.
Not slowing down, Lolthian Flail leaving a silver streak in the air in front of him as he swung it, the Troglodyte (Reaction check: 4+1 -2 penalty = 3 Attack!) didn’t slow down at all, weapon arcing about and then coming back for a mortal strike.
“Thor’s Fuck Nuts,” Kovid bitched, kicking the egg across the ground behind him (Membrane weakening: 1d3: White 3 – 2 damage), sack rolling and bouncing, the figure within squirming and writhing as Kovid brough his weapon about and tried to block the Jailer’s blows. The battle was on with a spray of silver flashes and high pitched ringing as Goddess weapon struck against Goddess weapon. Kovid ducked and weaved and tried to avoid the flanged head of the weapon (>+5 to hit, Red/Black 19) but he was buffeted and hit (1d6+1+1+1 Damage: Pink 2 – Take 5 Damage!) head ringing and mouth bleeding as he bit his tongue. “Die Falssse One!” The Trog then followed up with a series of bites and snaps with his dual rows of teeth (<+4 to hit, Black 5) but he clacked on air and not dwarf.
Meanwhile racing out of the darkness was a Colossal Centipede, almost 10’ in length and a mix of crimson and ochre coloring, a set of 3” mandibles set in its wide wedge shaped head. It moves QUICK, zigging left and right as if bore down on Brendon.
But the main attacker was the 1,500 lb owl bear that screeched again, “ROOOOHAAAA!” and swiped one massive claw the size of a shovel (<+5 to hit, Teal 13 – just missed thanks to Scythe!) but was deflected at the last moment by the back end of the Morrigaan Scythe, tearing the Fighter’s tabard but not his armor. “Shit that was close!” The second claw came around (>+5 to hit, Green 20: Critical Max Damage 8. Damage Defelction: <Str, Blue 8 – Half damage – Take 4, and -4 to hit next attack) and hit him full in the face and chest, slamming his back a step and spraying blood against the cavern wall. The Fighter spit a wad of crimson mucus and waded back into the fight. The Owlbear then tried to deliver a terrible bite with its beak (<+5 to hit, White 11) but Abraxas slammed his shoulder upward into the beast’s maw, choking it and making it let go. “Eat this!”
Meanwhile the colossal Centipede struck out at the Scout, biting his legs and ankles, making his hop and jump to avoid being bit. But it coiled up on itself and launched its maw upward at almost 4’ in height and hit Brendon (>+3 to hit, White 13) through the leather armor hard (1d3 Damage: Pink 3 – Take 2 Damage. >Save vs Poison, Red 15). He whipped his bow down driving it off as he tried to make some distance, being forced away from the group and northward down the hall.
“IN SANCT EGO!” Lannis intoned, the air in front of him shimmering to being and a magical shield blocking the wizard from head to ankles and around his front.
“FAIT LUX!” Wyn chanted, shimmering into visibility as a bolt of orange sparks flew towards the Owlbear (>Save vs Spells: Steel 16), the Ursine turning aside as the air around the party was illuminated by Wyn’s Light spell but it had failed to strike the Owlbear’s eyes. “Merde.”
“Fucking hell,” Lannis moaned, “We really needed that to work.”
“Tell me about it,” Wyn frowned, taking stock of the dense combat.
Lyra meanwhile loaded up the light stone in her sling, whipped it around three times, and hurled it at the Centipede (>+3 to hit, White 10) where it struck with a crackling noise (1d3 Damage, White 2 – Take 1 Damage) that knocked the tail end of the insect aside but little else.
Brendon meanwhile broke combat and jogged back as quick as he could, taking advantage of the Cleric’s slinging, to take aim and fire (>+4 to hit, Red 9), driving an arrow into the beast’s top (1d6 Damage: Red 4) and making it squeal in a high pitched whine. It whipped its body around on itself, bit the arrow, and then SNAPPED it with its mandibles before turning back to further assault the Scout.
Kovid meanwhile had been trading blows with the Jailer, both figures grunting in fury (>+3 to hit, Yellow 16) his Theystran Warhammer knocking the Lolthian Flail aside again and again to land punishing strikes on the troglodyte (1d8+2 Damage: Yellow 5 – 7 Damage!).
Finally Abraxas had been fighting the Owlbear toe to toe, the fighter dripping blood as he swung his Scythe in flashing arcs (>+6 to hit -4 penalt Dam Defl, Blue 9) cutting fur and hide, but nothing serious for his efforts. However the Fighter pressed on (Second attack: >+6 to hit, Blue/Purple 15) and his Scythe did catch the Owlbear hard across the shoulder and bit deep (1d8+3 damage, Blue 3 – 6 Damage!). “I am gonna wear you like a cloak!” he cried out.
(Initiative: Party Steel 3, Monsters Red/Black 6 – Monster’s win)
(Save vs Poison: <Pink 4, = White 11, >Orange 16, <Blue 9, <Red 7, >Yellow 20. Lannis, Abraxas, Brendon -2 penalty from Troglodyte Stink – Nauseous 10 minutes)
(Membrane splitting: 1d3: White 5 – 3!)
The stink in the hall reached epic proportions as the Troglodyte was in full fury and combat mode. Lannis, Abraxas, and Brendon were beginning to make the telltale coughs and gasps as the vomitous oils assaulted their ears, nose, and throat. Meanwhile the fleshy ball was squirming wildly as the membrane continued to split and stretch, the pale figure within struggling to break free.
The Centipede continued to assault Brendon, closing again on the Scout who was now fighting in the last vestiges of shadows in the hall. A few steps back and he’d be blind so he had to stand his ground. Bow no longer useable, he quickdrawed to his sword and tried to hold the insect back (<+3 to hit, Teal 9), barely able to in his lone struggle.
Hurt from Kovid’s hammer, the Jailer bared his teeth again and redoubled his efforts (>+5 to hit, Red/Gray 14) the flail cracking against the dwarf’s platemail (1d6+1+1+1 Damage: Red 5 – Take 8 Damage!) and bruising ribs and flesh beneath. “Filthy Maggotsss!” it hissed as it tried to take a bite out of Kovid (<+4 to hit, Green 4) but missing.
Hoots however seemed little fazed from the Scythe strike and tried to take out Abraxas again (<+5 to hit, Yellow/Red 3) but he dodged the first massive claw. The next major strike came from the other direction (>+5 to hit, Blue/Red 18) and he felt the strike through his armor (1d8 Damage: Purple 5 – Damage Deflection, <Str check, Green 5 – Half – Take 3 Damage and -4 on next to hit) but the Fighter was able to shrug off part of the blow.
But Hoots wasn’t finished and the Owlbear’s beak burrowed in (>+5 to hit, Red/Green 16) making Abraxas yell in pain (1d8 Damage: Red/Black 4) as it savaged the Fighter.
Time now is Day 6, 12:12 PM
(OOC)
Bottom of Round 2, your turn. WMC at the end of this round.
Brendon, you cannot use your bow and are at the end of the light range. Membrane animal is close to being born. Lannis you have shield up. Abraxas is soloing the Owlbear but needs help. Kovid is soloing the Jailer and could use help. Brendon is soloing the Colossal Centipde and being driven away from the group and will need help. Also, Lannis, Abraxas, and Brendon, -2 on your checks for the next 10 minutes due to Trog Nausea.
Good luck, your turn!
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