PBEM - Episode 288. Ogre. Weights

TWO HUNDRED EIGHTY EIGHT

(I/C)

“Aine Damn it, Lannis!” Lyra cursed, ducking low and reaching past Wyn to grab the floundering wizard by his ankle. “Ten minutes, can you NOT get fucking hit and hurt for ten Aine blasted minutes?!” She reached into her bag and pulled out her last potion of Extra healing, struggling to get the cap off.

Meanwhile, his nose leaking blood and his eyes crossed, the Magic User was holding his Ishtari rod, back to front, trying to aim back at the Ogre while being dragged backwards from the battle. "Lyra could you help me? My whole body but specifically my head hurt really bad, and I think  alot of this blood is mine.”

“No shit, dumb fuck,” she replied, shoving the potion vial against his lips hard enough to chip a tooth, watching him gag and choke on it, anger in her eyes.

As he was finishing it up, his color was returning and he murmured, “I think the ogre tripped an alarm, that ringing is going to bring more of them here.”

“The ringing’s in your head, Lannis,” Brendon replied, getting an arrow out and lining up a shot. “You guys can’t be quiet, but this fucker can?”

“Oh, I uh, maybe I'll just lie down for a little bit before they get here so I'm ready..." (Xtra Healing potion 2d6: 5+1 = Heal 6!)

"Die bastardo!” Abraxas cursed, kicking the Ogre back half a step and then swinging his Scythe in a deadly arc (<+6 to hit, Blue 8 – missed by 1!), slashing the brute in the chest and spraying blood everywhere but it was a cosmetic wound at best and the Ogre backhanded Abraxas for his troubles, the Fighter taking the blow on his pauldron. “Die mas rapido!" he called out, bringing the Scythe about again for another flurry of blows (=+6 to hit, Blue 9), connecting often and deeply (1d8+3 Damage, Blue 6 – 9 Damage!), making the Ogre hiss and snarl in pain.

“Ouch. OUCH! OWWWWWCCCCHHHH!!! Shtop hitting me, Shtupid Man!” It cried out at Abraxas. “I wanna hit the DWARFSH!!”

Already running up, Theystran Hammer swinging, Kovid laughed deeply, “This jolly dwarf has a gift for you, Stinky!” (BX Baby, Nutcracker…Sweet!. Str-2, <Blue 9 – yes). As he dodged past Wyn who was readying his own arrow, he rolled forward and SWUNG his weapon at the apex of his roll (>+5 to hit, +2 Dwarf, called shot to the nuts, Yellow 19) and connected as he passed through the Ogre’s legs and emerged on the other side, using the brute’s knee as a handle to pivot about and line up next to Abraxas. The Ogre stood there stupidly (1d8+2 Damage: Yellow 7, 9 Points of damage to his crotch (about 30% of his life energy smashed into his wedding tackle, -2 to AC and to hit for 1 round), tears filling its eyes as it struggled to breath in enough air to let out a scream reflecting exactly how much pain it was in.

4 of the 6 party members were uncomfortable as they watched the sobbing Ogre who still couldn’t get his breath. “I, uh, I feel your pain, dude,” Brendon lamented, sighing as he shifted his legs uncomfortably and fired his bow (>+6 to hit, Red 15), the shaft burying itself in the Ogre’s chest, just over his lungs (1d6 Damage: Red 6!), pitching the brute back half a step to lean against the door frame.

“I was gonna blind it but I didn’t because dat would be cruel,” Wyn spasmed his left leg, making sure he was still ok down there. “Dwarves is some nasty peoples, Kovid,” he said while firing (>+5 to hit, Orange 20, Critical, Max Damage – 6 and killed!), the Dwarf laughing uproariously, tears running into his beard at the Ogre’s misfortune and hemorrhaging crotch. As the elf’s shaft blossomed in the center of the ogre’s chest, piercing his heart and he fell over dead, Wyn muttered, “He was in pain, I had to end his misery, Dwarffriend.”

“Hahahahahahahha, snort. HAhahahahahah. Come on, that was fucking funny!” Kovid stepped up, giving the dead Ogre a kick and chuckling some more. “Ah, Damn. Hitting giants in the balls. Reminds me of how much I love what I do.”

Time now is Day 8, 5:26 AM

(OOC)

Ended battle fast, no WMC at this time. Door is open, seems no one is in the room behind the Ogre. What’s the plan. Big dead ogre in the hall. And no, neither arrow is salvageable.