PBEM - Episode 221. Traps and Trogs

TWO HUNDRED TWENTY ONE

(I/C)

Giving the one on the ground under the trap a baleful glower, Lyra loaded up a sling stone and began to swing it. “I think these are my least favorite creatures in this world,” she moaned, Trogs and mosquitos... do either have a purpose?”

Aiming his Ishtari Rod, Lannis shrugged, answering, “Try swatting them with your tail!” and fired. (1d3+1 bolts, Pink4: 2+1=3 bolts. @ +5 to hit, >Pink 18, >Pink 15, <White 7). The magical weapon shot off three silvery steel bolts that hit the Troglodyte (1d6 Damage: Pink4 & Pink 2) in the chest and in the upper shoulder, with the 3rd bolt flying out to strike the far wall of the landing.

Meanwhile, rolling to his feet and pulling his sword and shield out, constantly spitting up the foul taste in his mouth, Wyn said, “"I tink we all gonna need a bath after dis encounter!” Followed up by gagging and coughing as he plied his short sword on the Landing Trog (<+3 to hit, -2 Nausea, Orange 3) but between his heaving and the desire not to actually step on the landing, his blows were poor and ineffective as the Trog was kicking out at him, spoiling his aim.

“Step back, Wyn!” Lyra offered, eyes tearing and struggling to breath shallowly through clenched teeth, fighting off the sickness roiling in her gut (>+3 to hit, -2 nausea, White 20 – Critical! Max Damage – 3 Damage and kill!), but her sling stone soared out and smacked the Trog in the face, splitting his skull open and killing it. “One down!” she called out.

Brendon was hoping to sneak past the Trog on the stairs but it was not to be as he was easily seen, so resorted to getting his own short sword ready to strike. “Just testing ya, Stinky,” he offered.

Abraxas though had been trading blows with the reptilian for a few seconds so far and began pummeling his Scythe IN and OUT, pressing his advantage as he sought to perforate the Trog. "Hoy no es tu dia, pendejo. Amigos, let's kill these Trogs!" He struck at least 3 or 4 times (>+6 to hit, Blue 18) cutting deep with the weapon making weird ‘schlorking’ sounds as it drove through the humanoid (1d8+3 Damage: Blue 6 – 9 Damage and killed!) but he must have hit a lung because the Troglodyte gave a soundless scream and then pitched back writhing in agony before dying at last.

The place smelled terrible, two dead trogs, and the party was breathing hard. The door at the top of the stairs was open (WMC: Red/Black 3) and Brendon cocked his head to listen (>Hear Noise, Red 48) but outside of the chirping sounds behind us and down the steps, there was nothing coming from the dark room above. “OK,” he said with a shudder. “I think we’re…Whoa!” he said with a smile. “I feel real…good!”

(*ding*) 

Time now is Day 6, 2:18 PM

XP: Monsters: 2 Trogs @ 120 xp each – 240 divided

Wyn and Brendon – 55 xp each

Abraxas and Lyra – 50 xp each

Lannis and Kovid – 40 xp each.

Ok – trap is still active – 3 are past it, 3 are not. What’s the plan?

And Brendon went up!

HP: 1d4: 3. New total 14.

All saves go up: Base: 12, 13, 11, 14, 13.

To hit on all rolls go up by +2. Short sword is +3 to hit, Long bow is +6/+5/+4 for long/med/short range.

Thief skills all go up: Base scores: PP 40, OL 35, F/R T 30, MS 40, CL 91, HS 30, HN 35.

And new skill: Read Language: 10% read any language you don’t know.

Oh, and all your damage is healed

Congrats Brendon.

Kovid goes up in 110 XP