PBEM - Episode 313. Bedrooms and Adepts

THREE HUNDRED THIRTEEN

(I/C)

"Kill de slimy draco cleric fast so it can't call for help,” Wyn advised, clambering on to the table. He drew his bow as Lyra and Kovid charged across the room. “Leave de goblin sweeper for me after."

“On it,” Abraxas replied, working his Scythe in a frenzy of slashes (<+7 to hit, Blue 2), that cut the Adept’s robes, but rang off his platemail beneath.

Giving the elf a salute from his position, dragging an additional dart free, Lannis said while looking around at the sleeping foes, "Well I guess you could have found a worse way to burn that scroll there, Gung-Ho. Gold star." (>+3 to hit, Pink 17) He hurled it where it whizzed past Lyra and dragged a bloody line across Catharandamus’ frilled cheek (1d3 Damage, Pink 1 – 1 Damage).

Brendon had shrugged his backpack off, drew his sword, and was running for the door, hoping to catch whoever was coming in by surprise. The elf though took aim at the Salamander and fired another arrow (<+6 to hit, Orange 6), the shaft hitting the humanoid in its armored chest with little to show for it.

Finally at the front a half step ahead of the Cleric, Kovid took the right side of Abraxas and joined the Fighter in assaulting the Adept. “Corfard won’t protect you know, Frog man!”

“Foolish dwarf!” Catharandamus sneered as he faced the two warriors, “Corfard always guards me. He is my protector and…DAMN IT!!” (>+6 to hit, Yellow 14) He was interrupted as Kovid’s hammer connected solidly with the Salamander’s outstretched leg, crushing the greave and bruising the flesh all the way down to the bone (1d8+3 Damage. Yellow 8 – 11 Damage!!).

“Yeah,” Kovid chortled, “Right.”

“Sorry I was late!” Lyra offered, flail whizzing through the air. “Traffic was murder.” She swung again. “You really should have someone clean up all the sleeping bodies.”

“Foolish woman,” the Salamander snarled, fingers already coursing with magic. “Blessed Corfard will heal me of your paltry wounds and with his faithful coming in, you will feel the full weight of his holy…AAAGGAHHHRRRRRHHHAAAAIIIII!” (=+4 to hit, White 14) Lyra flail finally connected, smashing Catharandamus’ skull in and pitching the Adept to the side, reddish/green blood spraying across the three melee fighters (1d6+1+1 Damage: White 5 – 7 Damage and killed!)

“Did you notice that he was wrong EVERY time he opened his mouth?” she asked turning to face the throng of lesser adepts charging into the room. The lead ones had quarter staves and they were glittering slightly with the effects of the Bless Spell (+1 Morale, +1 to hit, +1 Damage).

The lead one swung its staff over its head, calling out, “For Corfard!” as he charged in. But he was grabbed from behind as he cleared the door, Brendon’s arm wrapping around his spindly neck (>+3 to hit, +4 Surprise B/S, Red 15), and dragged him off the line as he shoved his short sword into his back deep (1d6 Damage x2: Red 5 x2 = 10 Damage and killed!), before slamming him to the ground and grinding his boot to his neck. “Shhhh,” he hissed. “Shut the fuck up.”

As the others were pouring into the chamber, most were making a bee line for Abraxas, weapons ready.  One of them, seeing (d6 target: White 2 – Lyra!) Lyra there and noting her flail and holy symbol, barked out a short prayer in its own language and a crackling fear based ray shot through the air and struck the Cleric in the chest. (>Save vs Spells, White 13 – yes!) She was filled with terror and the desire to run but the sorcery broke apart a moment later as she asserted her will and the spell turned to smoke. “Fucking nice try, shit bird.”

Another Adept slowed down to finish his own spell and he seemed to glow with a rippling aura of black energy, surrounding him like a shield.

And by this time the remaining lead 3 salamanders hit the Fighter who was waiting for them, Scythe at the ready. Staves were swung and Abraxas showed his mettle ducking, blocking, and deflecting the worst of their blows (<+2 to hit, Black 9..<+2 to hit, White 2..>+2 to hit, White 20 – Critical!!). However, one of them did land a lucky shot overhead and smashing into Fighter’s skull with a hollow THWOCKING sound (Max Damage 6+1=7, Damage Deflection, <Str check Blue 11. Half Damage, -4 net to hit – Take 4 Damage!). He rolled his head to the side and what would have been a debilitating blow was instead just a painful one. “Puta!”

And from just outside the door, the last 2 Salamanders had their slings whirling overhead and let their rocks fly. (>+2 to hit, Teal 16) One of them struck Abraxas on the shoulder (1d3+1 Damage, White 3: 2+1 = 3 Damage!), while the other sling stone (<+2 to hit, Green 8) was lost somewhere in the room.

“FOR CORFARD!” the Adepts roared, redoubling their attacks.

(Initiative: Party Steel 3 vs Enemy Red/Black 2 – that’s 3 initiatives in a row you have won against these guys)

(WMC (end of an even battle round): Red/Black 6 – no)

Time now is Day 8, 7:53.

31 Minutes Detect Magic. Top of Round 3. 7 Adepts remaining. 2 have cast spells. 3 are fighting Abraxas, 2 are in the hall slinging stones, 2 are at the door – ready to join the melee (those 2 have cast – 1 has some aura around him). You guys go.