Since we are playing B/X style game and everyone has grown more used to the free wheeling nature of it, every so often someon wants to do something "heroic" and that is "B/X Baby". As long as it's something that is under your class's purview, you make an ability check at -2, and if you succeed - you get to be the BBH and make the attempt (usually with some bonus involved).
Follows:
TWO HUNDRED TWENTY
(I/C)
Spitting a mouthful of blood, Brendon sneered at the Troglodyte fighting him. “Jellyfish bit harder.”
“Thor’s chode!” Kovid cursed. “Lyra, BE careful! That trap could go off any second!”
“It can?” Lyra squeaked.
“It can?!” Brendon exclaimed. Pointing an elbow at the Trog Wyn was fighting, the Scout called out, “Wyn! Go low!” Doc! This one’s all yours. Big Brain, get her off that platform NOW!”
"Oy dis be risky,” Wyn worried. “Well, here it goes....Ay! Low!"
Wiping his face with the back of his hat, Lannis plunking it back on his head, looked up at the ceiling, and reached across the landing to grab Lyra’s arms. "Well I'm already making bad decisions today. Lyra if this kills me I swear to the gods that I will haunt whatever barn or stable you call home.”
Grabbing him by the wrists and coiling her legs under her, stretching out her arms to full extension, Lyra felt herself on the edge of puking and exclaimed, “And Lannis I swear to Aine if you let me die in this wretched place I will haunt you AND your mother for all eternity.”
Abraxas hoisted his Morrigaan Scythe high and stepped up as Brendon moved to the left, sliding into place to engage the Trog up there. "¡Mama la pinga! These Troglessdikes need to die ahora, amigos. Señorita Lyrsan, roll off the landing, por favor. Get out of there."
(Brendon and Wyn: BX Baby: Brendon <Dex -2 BX Baby, Red 3 – success) The Scout raised his elbow up, smashing the trog at his left in the chin, snapping its jaw closed and then shoved his shoulder into neck, forcing its head up as he grappled with it. “Sonofacrap!” he swore as he struggled to hang on. “Stinky fucker is STRONG!”
(Wyn <Str -2 BX Baby -2 Nausea, Orange 5 – success) Meanwhile, the elf, choking and snotting, eyes tearing up and stomach roiling, forced himself to drop to his knees and wrap both of his arms around the reptilian’s legs just below the knees, face pressed against its thighs, the oily residue it exuded feeling like mucus on his cheek, mouth, and chin. “Aaaaghhh!” he cried out. “I kin taste it! I kin taste it!!”.
It tried to kick him off as Brendon was getting into place (>+3 to hit grapple, -2 nausea, Orange 13) but the elf felt the bile and vomit rise up and gush out of his mouth as he clenched tight and proceeded to LIFT the Trog while grappled off the stairs. “NOW! ‘E’s up! "Du Lac! On 3, pul towards de trap! Un. Deux. Trois!
“Move her NOW!” Brendon roared as he twisted the Trog away from the wall and SHOVED as hard as he could to throw the Troglodyte over the elf and down the stairs onto the landing (Combative Strength: Brendon +1 bonus Wyn help Red 2 (under by 8) vs Trog Black 2 (under by 11)). The Trog snarled, unable to correct its fall it GRIPPED the Scout hard as well, attempting to drag him onto the landing (<+3 to hit grapple -2 penalty Wyn/Brendon BX Baby, White 6 – failed) but couldn’t keep the grip as he went flying, ripping the Scout’s bicep and forearm open with his talons (Brendon take 1 pt damage) as he was torn free.
Meanwhile Lannis PULLED as hard as he could at the same time that Lyra shoved with her legs, propelling herself OFF the landing and onto the stairs (Pink 5) where Kovid helped drag her out of the way in time as the Trog hit the landing a split instant later (Red 1) – and the guillotine blade from above SLAMMED down (1d10 damage: red/Black 7!), driving the trog to his back and slashing his midsection open, before the weighted springs reversed and pulled the blade back UP into the ceiling. “Holy shit, that could have been me AGAIN!” Lannis swore.
“Thanks guys,” Lyra said shakily, switching to her sling, eyeing the Trog in front of her as it spasmed in pain and made motions to get up.
“It’s clobbering time!” Abraxas roared as his Scythe smashed down at the still upright Trog (<+6 to hit, Blue 4), raising sparks as it crashed into the stairs, the reptilian dancing up and out of the way. It snarled something hateful at the Fighter as it charged in to disembowel him when Abraxas smiled and said, “Like the Ursa… I attack DOS!” and brought the Scythe about in a wicked horizontal arc (=+6 to hit, Blue 8), slashing the Trog hard and sending it skittering backwards to bounce off the stairs (1d8+3 damage, Blue 3 – takes 6 Damage!).
Meanwhile Kovid had drawn his steel dagger and hurled it at the Troglodyte attempting to get off the landing, the heavy blade (>+2 to hit, -4 weapon swap, Yellow 18) sinking halfway up the blade length into the foul smelling reptilian’s side (1d4 Damage: Yellow 2 – 2 Damage!) making it jerk its head and give the dwarf and baleful glower.
(Initiative: Party Steel 4, Trogs Red/Black 3)
Time now is Day 6, 2:17 PM
(OOC)
Good BX Babying this time. Ok – Trog pretty wounded on the landing, giving Lannis, Lyra, and Kovid the side eye and murder glance – Cleric and Wizard are in the front of the steps. 2nd Trog 5 steps up fighting Abraxas, about half plus wounded. Wyn suplexed the Trog and Brendon twisted and hurled it – you guys are on the other side of the landing with Abraxas – what’s the plan? If enemy is NOT dead at end of the round, I will make a WMC after they go (bottom of round 2 – currently top of round 2). What’s the dealio?
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