THREE HUNDRED FORTY NINE
(I/C)
Abraxas took command, moving up to the door, Scythe out, eyes flashing. He held a finger to his lips and caught the group’s attention. Motioning Kovid to come to the front, he pointed to the hammer and then the door. With hand signals he let the group know to follow them in and then held up three fingers to the dwarf and nodded once.
“We should talk like this more often,” Kovid whispered, “I can understand everything you meant.”
“No runners,” Brendon whispered. “Don’t let any escape.” He had his long bow out and plucked one of his enchanted arrows out. “In case the Duchess is there.”
“Good idea,” Wyn mirrored him, taking out his own enchanted bow. “I go last, time to make de green run red, Oui?”
Lyra lifted her flail and Lannis his rod, all with grim faces.
The Fighter then let his fingers count down, from three, to two, and then one. He grabbed the handle of the door and pulled just as Kovid charged into the room and he could feel the magic of the hammer flare to life again.
The room had a line of goblins with spears running from the dais out, beyond them were two slingers, and then beyond them were two goblin archers and the Duchess – all with weapons out, shafts and stones loaded, (Ready? 1-2 no. Red 6 – yes), and eager excitement in their eyes as the party charged out to do battle.
“Told you!” Duchess crowed, “Take them down!”
The spearmen held their weapons out, bristling and we could hear something moving on the dais but whoever it was was hidden by the bulk of the Theystra statue.
The slingers fired first, each of them cackling with glee as they spun their weapons overhead and let their stones fly. (<+1 to hit, White 16…<+1 to hit, White 7). The first one was a solid slam into the dwarf’s neck, and would have had Kovid choking, but the armor was made of sterner stuff, and even though the gorget didn’t exactly cover the area he was struck in, the stone was turned aside anyway (Lol – first shot and you were missed by one. It’s Platemail +1 – your base AC is 18, not 17). The second stone ricocheted off his shoulder and was lost. “Thor! That was close!”
The arrows fired a half a moment later, the two goblins sighting the charging dwarf (<+1 to hit, Black 13…>+1 to hit, Black 18). One of them struck him in the chest with a THWANG and was stopped, while the second hit him just above the waist on the left side (1d6 Damage, White 3), sticking in briefly before the dwarf tore it out and snarled, still closing with the spearmen.
“Fuck, I gotta do everything,” Duchess drew back and fired, “Later Rockgrubber!” (>+7 to hit, Teal 17) The arrow was pretty much on target and Kovid turned at the last moment, the shaft ripping the side of his face and clipping his ear, spraying blood down the front of his beard (1d6 Damage, Red/Black 4). “Stand still and I’ll pierce your other ear.”
(Initiative: Party Steel 3 vs Enemy Red/Black 2)
Abraxas had put on a burst of speed, tearing just ahead of Kovid to slam into the center of the line of spearmen. He closed, Scythe up, grinning as he swung. The greenskin did have his spear at the ready (<+0 to hit, rec’v charge, Yellow 10) but Abraxas was inside his thrust with ease and hacked his weapon down and around (>+7 to hit, Blue 18). It ripped through the goblin’s leather jerkin like butter and tore the greenskin’s chest wide open (1d8+4 Damage, Blue 4 = 8 Damage and killed), hurling it aside with a scream of agony ending in a gurgle. Pivoting, he let his weapon arc out to the right as he closed to the next goblin (>+0 to hit, rec’v charge, Green 19). It howled back at the fighter and set its spear firm, the point tearing into Abraxas’ upper thigh (1d6x2 Damage, White 3x2=6: Damage Deflection <Str, Blue 4 – yes, Half Damage: Take 3 Damage!). He arrested his movement just in time and let the weapon roll off of him ripping flesh instead of punching deep.
“Real nice!” he snarled, putting a hitch in his step as his kicked the goblin in the shin and then two handed, brought the Scythe down like an executioner’s axe (>+7 to hit, -4 Dam Defl, Blue 13). The goblin raised his spear to turn the Morrigaan weapon aside but the silvered steel head ripped through the shaft (1d8+4 Damage, Blue 6 – 10 Damage and killed!!) and clove the greenskin’ skull, driving it to the Sanctuary’s stones. “I hit harder!”
With the front line already half gone, Kovid hit the goblin on the right and Lyra the one on the left. The dwarf (<+0 to hit, rec’v charge, Green 4) battered the spear aside and his war hammer connected with a clobbering strike (1d8+3 Damage, Yellow 2 – 5 Damage!). The goblin reeled from the hit, spit out a wad of blood, and then waded back in, the two of them trading blows.
As for the Cleric, she had her flail swinging but the goblin tried to stick her once as she closed in for striking (<+0 to hit, rec’v charge, Red/Black 14), her elven chainmail blunted the strike. The Lolthian weapon spun with a silver waving splash (>+4 to hit, White 18), cracking the greenskin in the shoulder and neck (1d6+1+1 Damage, White 2 = 4 Damage!), knocking it aside but the spearman spun back in place and spat out some invectives in its own language and stayed engaged with Lyra.
With the front line fighters and cleric doing their job, that left Brendon, Wyn, and Lannis the luxury of picking their targets. As the elf shut the door to the chapel behind, Brendon grinned broadly and called out, “Duchess! I hope you’re not upset we pissed in your bed?!” as he drew his bow back, the silver and gold runes on the enchanted Ispan’s arrow flaring to life.
“Fuck! Didn’t I kill you once already?” she chuckled, scrabbling for another arrow.
She wasn’t nearly quick enough as the Scout let his bow fire (>+6 to hit, +2 magic, Red 10), the arrow making a “whummmm” noise as it left a gold line behind and slammed into the female thief (1d6+2 Damage, Red 5 – 7 Damage!), making her stagger back and gasp in pain. “Holy SHIT! That fucking hurt!”
“Too bad you didn’t take our parley,” he quipped, “that which you love would’ve continue to live.”
Wyn was a handful of seconds behind Brendon, loading up one of his two remaining magic arrows. As he drew back, the black runes running down the shaft all grew brighter and the head of the arrow took on a sharp metallic sheen. And then he fired (>+6 to hit, Orange 14), the clothyard shaft rippling across the battlefield, and the magic within DRAGGED another arrow from Wyn’s quiver to fly along right with it. Both shaft slammed into Duchess (1d6 Damage: Orange 5 and Orange 6 – Takes 11 Damage!), both of them hitting the Scout hard, driving her to one knee as she gasped for breath. “Dis be your last hour, Gatorbait.”
Lannis went last, his Ishtari Rod out. “I hate to waste a charge,” he shrugged, “But if it means killing your skanky ass, I’m good to go!” (#: Pink 2: 1+1 = 2 Bolts. <+6 to hit, Pink 8, >+6 to hit, Pink 16) The weapon sparked and two bolts tore free, the counter running down to “7” on the handle. One of them was deflected by a buckle on her armor, but the second one hit hard (1d6 Damage: Pink 3), making Duchess spit up blood and wave her hands across her face and screech.
“Argghhghgh!!”
“DO NOT LET HER GET THE FUCK AWAY!” Brendon cried out, getting another arrow ready as he could see the thief was snatching a potion vial from her bandolier.
The spearman fighting Lyra struggled hard to pin the Cleric (<+0 to hit, White 15) and although did hit, did not even come close to doing any real damage. Kovid had the same situation with his goblin spearman (<+0 to hit, Steel 17) as it came close, but could not land a telling blow.
Seeing no one blocking his way, Duchess had a vial in her hand and tore the top out, ordering the remaining goblins, “Take out the big one with the Butcher’s weapon. An extra 15 gold to whoever drops his ass!”
The goblin slingers and bowmen cheered and let their weapons fly. Stones whizzed out (>+1 to hit, Red 18), one cracking against the Fighter’s left arm (1d3 Damage: Steel 1 – Take 1 Damage!), the other (<+1 to hit, Purple 13) hitting his in the breastplate and then bouncing away. An arrow followed (<+1 to hit, Steel 2) but passed almost 3 feet over the Fighter’s head, and then another followed (=+1 to hit, Yellow 17) cracking him in the abdomen (1d6 Damage, Blue 2).
As for Duchess, she drank her potion down and sighed in relief (Healing Potion: Yellow 4), her wounds closing up as she pulled the arrows free of her body and armor. “You’re proving to be more a pain in the ass that the reward is worth,” she snarled, poking an empty vial out of her bandolier and into her bow hand. “But thankfully, I expected something like this.” Turning to the dais, she said, “Push it down.”
At this point, from the Dais the figure we could now see suddenly swelled up and grew to over 10 feet in height. The goblin there grinned down at the group and said, “HI!!!!” a tiny potion vial dropping from his hand.
“Ok, that’s big,” Lannis whistled.
And then the Giant Goblin SHOVED the statue of Theystra forward, off it’s plinth blocks, and sent it crashing down at the three party members near the door.
“Fuck!”
(Save vs Death Magic: Brendon >Red 14, Wyn <Orange 9, Lannis <White 5)
The Scout just managed to roll forward out of the way but the elf and Magic User were not as lucky (1d8 Damage: Red/Black 5 – Each take 5 Damage, and trapped under the statue. Without help, Dex and Str check needed to extricate self from under) as the statue slammed into them, driving them to the ground, and blocking the door back into the Chapel, preventing the group from heading that back that way without lots of effort.
“Dat FUCKING bitch dropped a statue on me!” Wyn cursed, shaking his head clear as dust and grit rained about him, feeling himself under the effigy of Theystra. “I can’t begin to TELL you ‘ow much I am gonna FUCKING kill you!”
Lannis was holding his arm close to his chest, noting that one of Theystra’s breasts was pressing the magic user to the ground. “I KNEW it would be a god damned nipple!” He raised his voice, “HEY KOVID! Tell your girlfriend to get the fuck off of me, I’m not in the mood!!”
(Initiative: Party Green 4 vs Enemy Red/Black 3)
Time now is Day 8, 1:14 PM
(OOC)
Door to Chapel is blocked, Wyn and Lannis trapped underneath. They can try to get out themselves, need 2 checks to succeed (str and dex). There is GIANT Goblin on the dais. There are 2 wounded goblin spearmen (one on Kovid, one on Lyra). 2 slingers, 2 bowmen, and a pretty wounded Duchess. You guys go!
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