TWO HUNDRED SEVENTY EIGHT
(I/C)
“I’ve got this!” Lannis announced loudly, hands coursing with magic.
“Seriously, Big Brain!” Kovid said, rolling to his side and struggling to get up. “By Thor’s Nuts, she hits hard! Don’t be a hero!”
“You forget who you’re talking to,” Brendon muttered. “No chance of that problem.”
“Be ready to be amazed.” He went to step to Abraxas’ side, the Fighter unsure what the Magic User was intending but ready to defend him if need be. “IN EGO MULTOS SANCT!” he intoned, and the air around him burst into a wavering blossom of pink light (1d4: Pink 2), and 2 exact duplicates of Lannis appeared, the three of them shuffling around so much that the real Lannis was lost in the shuffle.
“Oh gods,” Lyra said standing up and rubbing her sore chest. “There’s THREE of him.”
“Worst spell ever,” Kovid agreed.
Meanwhile Wyn faded back a step and a half and fished out one of the Ispan’s magical arrows. “Wights ‘ave no power ‘ere!” he shouted as he drew back, the arrow glowing dull orange as the enchanted runes suddenly blossomed, and fired (>+5 to hit, +2 magic, Orange 9). The arrow stroked out in an almost solid beam of light, hitting the wight HARD and causing her to give forth another brain rattling scream of agony (1d6+2 Damage: Orange 3 – 5 Damage!).
“Hot damn! Try to get her away from the door so I can get my hammer back!”
“Get her away from the hatch,” Brendon added, gathering his cloak around him and flexing his legs as if ready to run.
“De hatch?” Wyn repeated, eyebrow raised. “Sure, Du Lac. Sure.”
“Brendon, any chance of getting out there to get it?” the dwarf asked.
“That’s the plan, Lil Man.” He kicked an errant femur out of the way and set his feet. “On you, Doc.”
“Whatever you guys have planned,” Kovid called out, “we gotta finish her quick. We’re about to have more company.”
“Si, Si! Rapido, rapido amigos. Let's kill este thing and clear out antes el Orcasa y ella amigos show up.” He tried to elbow one of the many Lannis’ aside. “Escuse moy, Senor Triplethreat. I gonna disarm her.”
“Do what you can, then get behind me,” the Magic User suggested. He began waving his arms and trying to get the wight to focus on him. “What the fuck is your problem you pasty bitch? Pussy as cold as the rest of you? Want Lannis to warm it up? Don't give me that look you necrotic slut, better broads then you hate me every day.”
“Excellente!” Abraxas cheered Lannis on, arcing his Scythe around again and again as he tried to line up his shot. She was reaching at the bobbing and ducking Magic Users, hoping to grab one with her cold blackened talons (BX Baby: <Str -2, Blue 11 – cut off arm) when the Fighter gave a mighty grunt and with two hands from somewhere behind his back and over his head, swung the Scythe up and then down as if hoping to drive a railroad spike home. He blade hit (>+6 to hit, called shot to the arm, Blue 20 – Critical, Max Damage: 1d8+3 – 11 Damage and Arm severed @ just above elbow!) and there was a silvery flash followed by the worst ear piercing scream the group had ever heard. The wight was staring down at her right arm that ended at a stump just before the elbow, naked yellow bone and rotting sickly pink and grey meat hissing in the air as she tilted her head back and released her fury with her howling voice.
Taking advantage of her distraction, Abraxas slid back behind the three Lannises, the Magic User continuing his verbal harangue. “Why so grim? Dead as your dildo and still on the rag? Don't bring your shit in here, I'll slap your tits so hard you'll come back to life and call me daddy!"
“You are a sad sad man,” Lyra sighed, staggering up, her Flail swinging around again, ”But you keep her attention on you.” Arcing back she called out, “Hey, Dead Bitch! I’m Back!” and swung (>+1 to hit, -1 cold, -2 up from prone, White 18), hitting the wight in the shoulder this time, making another warbling cry come out (1d6+1+1-1, -1 cold, White 1, 1 Damage) but the flail didn’t hit cleanly, instead more of a glancing blow.
With all this going on, Brendon muttered, “Poseidon, guide my steps,” and pulled his elven cloak tight around him, running for the door behind the flailing one armed hobgoblin wight (BX Baby, sneak behind, <Dex -2 -1 cold, Red 11). He had to get close and she swung at him as he dove forward and tucked into a roll, aiming for the open door (=Half Dex, Red 8). He missing arm impeded her grab and he could feel the icy aura coming from her skin as he just squeezed by and hit the dark hall with a bounce and hasty final somersault, ending at the opposite wall. In the dim light he could faintly see the silver hammer a few wide paces down the hall to the north and he jogged into the gloom to get it, looking south nervously expecting to see the orcs arriving any minute.
(WMC: Red/Black 1. What: d6: 6. # Appearing? (3d4): 3+4+4 = 11. Distance? 2d6x10’: 6+1=7x10=70’ – North.)
(>Hear Noise +5% bonus, Red 28) But, it was the echoing of clicking footsteps coming from down the north hall and around the corner in the vicinity of where the Guardians had been that attracted the Scout’s attention. There was lots of them, and they were moving at a jogging clip and with great urgency from that direction. “Damn guys! She’s been yelling too much. We have more company!”
“Orcs?!” Wyn asked concerned. “Dey were way too fast!”
“No! Don’t know what it is but we gotta get this done now.
(Initiative: Party Steel 1, Enemy Red/Black 5)
(1-5 Lannis, 6 Lyra. Blue: 5 – Lannis!) In response to the approaching foes just arriving at the corner, the wight slammed her good hand out so hard and so fast, that one of the Lannises had its head removed from its body and hit the far wall where it smashed like a pumpkin – before one of the images faded away. “Holy crap,” Lannis moaned, “That could have been the real me!”
And in the distance coming around the corner, Brendon was sure we had another almost dozen skeletons racing toward the battle.
Time now is Day 7, 5:19 PM
(OOC)
Bottom of the round. Wight is in terrible shape. I took your Discord/email comment of literally chop her arm off and the Dice agreed with you! Lannis you are down to 1 image. Brendon you are in the hall with Kovid’s hammer and the skellies are 30’ away to the north. You guys go!
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