PBEM - Episode 208. Jailer, Hoots, CC, and Goo.

TWO HUNDRED EIGHT

(I/C)

“Guys,” Lannis called out, “I’m going to do something!”

“Protect yourself at the expense of everyone else?” Abraxas asked, deflecting another of the Owlbear’s attacks. “Oh! Nevermind, from the majik ligero around tu, I can see tu have shielded tu.”

Meanwhile Wyn whisked his bow off his shoulder, loaded a shaft, and let it fly straight at the Troglodyte (>+5 to hit, Orange 14). “Dere! Before anyting. Dat ok wit you?” (1d6 Damage, Orange 1 Damage). “Suck shaft, putain de merde!”

“Ahh!” The Jailer hissed as the arrow drew a bloody line across his cheek. “Fucking elf!”

“ROOOOOHAAAAA!!!”

With arcane energy running down his hands, Lannis focused on the behemoth of the Owlbear as Lyra slid past him heading towards the Fighter. "Well this is...really bad. Lyra? I never meant all the bad things I said to you, you're a fine person. Pleaseletthisworkpleaseletthisworkpleaseletthiswork!"

“You’re only saying that right now Lannis because you’re hoping I don’t let you die!” She ran right behind Abraxas and slammed her hand on his back. “I’m here,” she muttered, watching the bloodshot eyes of the deranged bear, already channeling Aine’s power.

“Hey Birdie!” Lannis called out. “Think about it! PAUSE!!” And a burst of pink light flew out to strike against the ursine’s chest (=Save vs spells, Pink 14) where it slowed down, looked about, stood still for half a heartbeat…and then screeched aloud and resumed its assault. “ROOOOHAAAAAA!”

“Damn it!” Lannis cursed. “We NEEDED that to work! What have I ever done to deserve such bad luck?”

“Shall we list today or do you want a week long listing,” Lyra asked.

“We dunt ‘ave dat kinda time,” Wyn growled, getting another arrow ready. “Summary would be best!”

“Rude.” “Nasty.” “Insensitive.” “Opinionated.” “Liar.” “Pig.” “Shithead.” “Senor hasn’t given me CAKE!”

“Enough,” Kovid snarled. “He hasn’t given ANYONE cake.” Giving the Jailer’s flail another duck, Kovid shifted his hammer to a reverse grip, shaft running along his forearm as he gathered his feet and spat at the Trog, “I think we could have worked together Jailer, but you had to have everything your way!" He then charged at the Jailer, slamming his entire weight into the reptilian’s weapon arm (<Str -2 penalty BX Baby, Yellow 1) and grappled with the Trog one free hand wrapped in his wrist, weapon arm pressed against his shoulder and HEAVED (>+2 to hit, Yellow 15) slamming him into the wall and pinning him there by his weapon arm and flail!

“Grrraaahh!” He howled, biting and snarling, trying to break free, but the dwarf was unyielding, legs braced and beard bristling.

“I’ve got him! I’ve got him!” He roared. “Take the stinking bastard down!!”

“Aine! Heal my friend now!” Lyra cried out and a white shimmer flowed into Abraxas’ form (CLW 1d6+1, White 5 – Heal 6!) scabbing over most of his open wounds and adding energy back to the Fighter’s body.

“Fabulous!” He cried out, ducking the Owlbear again, sliding his Scythe across to the other end, and hacked DOWN (>+6 to hit, +1 pinned, -2 nausea, Blue 17) on the Jailer’s partially pinned form. He tried to twist from the blow but failed to move enough or in time (1d8+3 Damage, Blue 5 – take 8 Damage) and was rewarded with a 3’ long slash than ran down from the Troglodyte’s chin and through his chest, ending below his sternum and spraying the Fighter and Dwarf in hot greenish blood. “Ha! Yailer 0. Abraxas Uno!”

While all this was going on, Brendon was squared off against the colossal centipede, trying to avoid its mandibles as he cursed at it. “You mother fucker!” His free hand dipped into his leather armor and found the ring he had taken from Lolth’s mouth. “Poseidon forgive me,” he muttered as he slipped it down his pinky and tried to avoid getting bit. As it settled in place he could feel a tingling run down his body as felt an intuition on the best way to avoid further hits from the insect (Ring of Protection +1 – to AC and all saves).

“I’m coming!” he cried out (<Dex -2 penalty BX Baby, Red 5) and leapt over the centipede’s latest attack, and ran down its length to the back side closer to the light, not too far from the Owlbear, and right by the quivering membrane fleshy ball. “Hey Goo!” he cried out as he reversed his sword and as the centipede spun around to attack him, he slashed (=+1 to hit, -2 Nausea, +1 BX stunt, Red 13) his short sword HARD (1d6 Damage, Red 6 and killed!!) and cut the centipede in two! As it flipped over, the front end fell on its back and Brendon could see emblazoned there was a stylized “L” and the number 5. “Another of Lolth’s children,” he muttered. “How many are there still?” Raising his voice he cheered, “Got it!”

“Great, Monsieur!”

“ROOOOHAAAAA!!”

(Initiative: 4 vs 4 – tied, rerolled: Party Steel 3 vs Monsters Red/Black 1)

(Membrane hatching: 1d3, White 3 – 2 – and HATCHED!)

At that moment with the sound like west silk shredding, the last of the membrane around Lolth’s latest charge tore open and the fleshy monster unfurled with a wet and writhing PLOP. Revealing a 9’ long pale yellowy fat grub like THING with dozens of sharp insectoid legs, a thick chitonous shell across its top, a burned looking L and number 11 emblazoned on it, and near its thick raised black eyes and lamprey looking mouth with a circle of inward facing needlelike teeth, were over half a dozen 2 to 3’ long flailing pink tentacles set around the perimeter of its drooling maw.

With only Bredon, Abraxas, and Lyra able to get a clear view of it, the three of them let out a collective groan and in unison cursed, “Fuck.”

Time now is Day 6, 12:13 PM

(OOC)

And it’s born! Carrion Crawler – Lolth’s 11th child! Welcome Baby Goo!

Top of round. Jailer is pretty fucking hurt. Weapon arm is still pinned – good job Kovid. Centipede is dead. Owlbear is NOT paused. You guys are up!