THREE HUNDRED EIGHTEEN
(I/C)
“Well dat will keep de wanderers away for a minute or two at least,” Wyn commented, looking the door over, frowning when he noticed the door had a keyhole on this side. “Was dat dere earlier? Brendon never said nuthin ‘bout no key.” He shook his head, the rest of the battle was still raging about.
"Are we winning? Guys, are we winning?” Lannis asked worriedly from his section of the room, light still coming from his eyes.
“Work in progress, Big Brain!” Kovid called out
“Did someone kill that stabby broad?” he wondered. “No joke, I think she might be worse than Hidalgo. I think I heard her talking some shit but I assume someone got her after that.”
“No damn her.” Wyn groused. “One of deze times we will get the last word on dat bitch.” He looked to see Lyra struggling against the two she was fighting. “Priestess! I’m coming back!”
“Can someone get a potion to Abraxas she asked, ducking under a big swing to her head. “Aine, I can really use a healing right now.” (CLW: 1d6+1. White 4 – Heal 5!)
“No, I have not been given any healing potions yet.”
“Save them till later,” Abraxas grunted, hammering at the Adept before him. “Let’s finish these pendejos.”
"Hang in there big guy.” Kovid called out, winding up for another series of swings. “Someone get those things off Lady Lyra!”
“I’m on de way!” Wyn assured the dwarf.
“Thor's balls, we're up to my beard in frogs!" he cracked out with his Theystran Hammer (>+6 to hit, Yellow 19), slamming it into the cursing Adept (1d8+3 Damage, Yellow 5+3=8 Damage and killed!!), crushing its upper chest and pitching it backwards where it rolled to a broken stop. “Whoo hoo! THAT’S what I’m talking about!”
“So uh...wonder how long I'll be blind because I'll be honest, this sucks. Not as bad as the fear spell, but still pretty bad. Bad, bad, bad.” Lannis was wringing his staff in his hands, still looking around blindly. “Okay then, I'll just be over here, don't worry, I've spent plenty of dances just like this so I'll be okay. Let me know if you need me, or if we decide to leave. Seriously, tell me, I'm not super confident you guys would... I don't want to be alone again..."
“Relax,” Brendon coughed from under the table. “We’re all here and we’re all in it together.”
“Like Kovid!” Abraxas nodded.
“This is unprecedented,” Lyra noted, blocking the next series of blows with her shield.
“Fighting deze frogs make me want to wash my hands,” Wyn commented.
Brendon meanwhile had twisted himself under the table and took a chance, sighting down his body to the far wall on the south, he extended one leg and (<Half Dex, Red 1 – hell yeah), snagged the loop of his backpack. He pulled it back fast as the Adept on the table clacked down with its staff, missing the Scout. He pulled his pack towards him, flipped the side pocket open, and drew out his Healing potion where he drank it swiftly (Heal 1d6: Red 6 – Heal 6!), feeling warmth run through him.
Abraxas was forcing his greater skill, strength, and weight against the Salamander he was fighting, keeping it on the defensive. He shifted his feet, twisted the Scythe behind his back, and stiff armed it while slamming it around (>+7 to hit, -4 Dam Defl, Blue 20 – Critical – Max Damage: 8+4=12 Damage and killed!!), cracking the Adept in the neck and hacking its head clean off. “He terminado fucking around!” he said menacingly.
"Okay, fuck this everybody down,” Lannis scowled. “I'm going to fireball up some fried frog. Sounds like you guys are half dead anyway so feel the burn!" He raised his hands and started weaving them back and forth.
Realizing that he was faking it, Wyn raised his voice as he charged the two on the Cleric. “Sacre bleu... you’ll blow us all up, you crazy mage!” He hit the pair of them, Alha’s sword picking and pricking at the wounded one. “Yah know what? Fuck it. Take out all of deze frogs! Burn this all to the ground! If we can’t have the castle, no one can! Fuck Corfard.”
Also joining in the ruse, Kovid cried out, “Don’t do it you crazy wizard! Get down!!!”, lowering himself to the ground.
“Senor Lucernhammer can do the Bola de Fuego?!” Abraxas asked goggling and looking around. “When did THAT happen?!”
“I’m gonna take out at least one of deze frogs before we go up in flames, dough! Aaaaah!” Wyn stabbed the Adept hard in the side, his short sword passing through the hole in its armpit (>+4 to hit, Orange 16), and cutting deep (1d6+2 Damage: Orange2+2=4 Damage and killed!). He then “fell back” and hit the counter as if looking for cover.
“What the fuck is Lannis doing?” Lyra asked with disbelief.
“Not a damned clue,” Brendon replied from the table.
(<Cha sell BX Baby fake spell -2, +2 Wyn selling it, +2 Kovid selling it, Pink 8 – yes!!) Lannis finished up his hands and called out, “In Flam!”, a ball of pulsing burning sparks appearing it his hand, spraying loose fire everywhere.
(Morale check: Adepts -2 penalty: 6+2=8+2=10 – failed!!. Goblin -2 penalty: 5+3=8+2=10 Failed!!
The last Adept fighting Lyra screamed shrilly and Ran from the south door, but the elf got a slash at him as he raced away (<+4 to hit, Orange 6), cutting his cloak and little else. But his charge was going to take him past Kovid who braced one leg on the floor and held his arms wide hoping to stop the running Adept (Combative: Kovid Str vs Adept Dex: Yellow 1 (under 15) vs Black 13 (over 3) – 18 point swing Kovid’s favor). It was like charging into a brick wall as the dwarf stopped the Salamander cold, arms wrapped around its waist, and pulled it towards him, grappling with the Adept instantly; the Salamander still screaming in fear, shouting, “Ahhh!! Fireball!! Ahhhh!!”
The Goblin behind Lyra broke away and bounced off the far bed, scrambled past the dwarf and Adept wrestling together, and was stopped briefly at the door by the “held” slinger who was frantically squealing in terror, unable to move or escape.
The last Adept howled out, “Corfard Damn you all!” and leapt off the table, hoping to get out of the room. “Get out of my way!” it shouted at Abraxas, the Fighter getting a passing hit with his Scythe. The Morrigaan weapon arced out (>+7 to hit, Blue 19!), catching the Salamander by the ankle and tripping him up.
As he sprawled on the ground, Abraxas brought his weapon up and around and hacked it down hard, “Don’t leave yet, puta!” (1d8+4 Damage: Blue 3+4=7Damage and killed!!!)
(Initiative: 6 vs 6 – reroll. Party steel 3 vs enemy Red/Black 2)
Time now is Day 8, 7:58 AM
(OOC)
26 Minutes Detect Invis, 116 Light on Lannis, 16 minutes Shield spell.
Nice reversal of fortunes. They lost their morale and you guys did some nice clean up. Kovid’s prayer is still working and Abraxas had a spare 20 from last round to hit this round. 1 Adept alive, grappling with Kovid. 1 goblin at dfoor hoping to escape. 2 goblins sleeping. 1 Adept sleeping. 1 Adept still held. Top of the round – you guys go
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