THREE HUNDRED SEVENTY TWO
(I/C)
“Well,” Kovid grunted, turning a blow with his greave, “We wanted a fight.”
“This got shitty real fast,” Lannis agreed, drawing his Ishtari rod and frowning at the counter.
The dwarf traded blows with the 2 greenskins before him, giving a forlorn look at Lyra’s plight, before bristling his beard and concentrating on one of them. “Just…”he swung hard, knocking its club to the side. “A Little…” his swing reversed, Theystran Hammer clipping the goblin in the shoulder. “Perfect!” (>+6 to hit, Yellow 13) As the goblin stumbled forward the smallest amount, it was enough for Kovid to line up and overhead swing and crack the anklebiter on the top of the skull (1d8+3 Damage, Yellow 5+3=8 and killed!!). It gave forth a warbling, “Gronk!” noise not unlike a goose before it struck the ground and died slowly at the dwarf’s feet. “By the way, Brendon,” he immediately fought off the next goblin, calling back the Scout, “I have that naphtha if you want a firestorm in here."
“Thanks, Lil Man!” The scout replied, eyeing the open door and shadows approaching, while loading up another arrow. “After I take out Smallpecker, I’ll take you up on it.”
Slinging his bow back over his shoulder, Wyn skipped over the wolf’s bites and drew Alha’s sword and his shield, already looking for a good opening, “Ugh... just when you tink you got rid of de vermin... here’s hopin’ dis be de lasting dem.”
“Wolves or goblins?” Abraxas asked from his place with the Spinner.
“Goblins of course. Le loup are noble creatures part o de environment. Goblins are like de green stuff dat grows at de edge of de pond in de summer.” He hacked down, stabbing and spearing with the enchanted blade (<+6 to hit, Orange 2), and although he caught fur a few times, couldn’t get a telling blow.
Giving the goblin that was fighting her and blocking the door a haughty sneer, Lyra gave all her concentration at the wolf assaulting her, “Just like a bunch of garbage eating rat faced fucking goblins to get dogs to fight their battles.” (>+4 to hit, White 16) Her flail whirled in a silvery arc, ripping through the air before impacting against the wolf before her (1d6+1+1 Damage, White 6+2=8 Damage!). It howled in agony as something most likely was very bruised if not broken, inside. Its jaws snapped close to her hands as she continued to fight it, but to her practiced eyes, the wolf was in bad shape.
With his Scythe held as a counterbalance, Abraxas kept ducking and dodging the Spinner’s attacks, the heavy metal ball making cracking sounds as it clipped against the shaft of his weapon or just edged against his armor. However, when the opportunity came up, he held his weapon at full extension and let it slip just over the fanatical goblin’s attack (>+8 to hit, Blue 15). The Morrigaan weapon tore through the leather armor with ease and left a bloody line at least two feet long in the green flesh behind (1d8+4 Damage, Blue 4+4=8 Damage!). The Spinner wobbled a bit, but the swing (Dex check, Blue 16 – failed) threw Abraxas off balance and he fell to the ground amidst the soapy water (-4 to AC until up).
“Finish him!” Smallpox ordered from the back of the room.
“YahaYahaYAHA!” The Spinner answered, drool running down its chin. It picked up speed, ball making a whizzing sound through the air as it got ready to smash it against the prone fighter.
“Wow!” Lannis exclaimed from the door. “Magic resistant goblins; that's not fair, that's not fair at all.” He sighed and pointed the rod at the Spinner, “I guess I should do something else to help then." He squeezed the handle and the Ishtari weapon sparked in his hand (# d3+1, Pink 6:3+1 = 4 bolts) and 4 bolts tore out and slammed across the room (+6 to hit..>Pink 20 (critical), >Pink 17, >White 16, <White 8). The Spinner howled in agony as he was struck again and again, 3 of them finding home in his flesh as he gyrated like a mad top (Critical Max Damage 6, Blue 6, Pink 2 – 14 total points of damage and killed!!). It gave a final scream as it pitched to the side and fell over dead, its grip on the spinning weapon let free (Direction dice: Black NE).
“NO!!” Smallpox cried out.
The weapon flew like a shot (>+2 to hit, Black 20 – Critical, Max Damage 8+1: 9 to LYRA!!) where it struck the cleric like a gong, throwing her to the side where she bounced off the wall, splitting her lip open, and most likely cracking a rib.
“AHAHAHHAHAH!! “ Lannis roared with laughter. “HAHAHHAH! I SWEAR I didn’t plan that! I SWEAR!!! HAhAHAHA!!!” He doubled over, holding his stomach as Lyra struggled to get back in the fight, holding off the wolf and the goblin, her side aching and blood dribbling down her chin as her lip swelled up.
“LANNIS!!!” she roared, eyes flashing with fury.
“Oh. Come. On! How the hell could I PLAN a shot like that? Huh? How can I hit you with someone elses’ swinging bowling ball on a chain from across the room? Trust me, you’ll laugh, and laugh, and laugh about this tomorrow. HAHAHAHH!!”
Meanwhile Brendon finally was able to get a good shot and fired (>+6 to hit, Red 12), the arrow beaming towards Smallpox. The goblin tried to dodge to the side but was still winged by the shaft (1d6 Damage, Red 1), hissing at the cut. “Finish the Fighter!” he ordered, hands waving in wider circles as he proceeded with his spell.
The wolf that Wyn had been fighting had savaged the elf’s cloak and bit around his legs (<+3 to hit, Green 4) but could never get flesh, the elf saved from a nasty bite. Lyra, even though she had been thrown off her defense briefly thanks to the Spinner’s chain and ball, was still able to mount a defense against the wolf on her (<+3 to hit, Green 12), saving her also from real damage.
With only goblin still in front of him, Kovid was able to block pretty much all of its attacks with ease (>+0 to hit, Teal 8), chuckling as he did so. Meanwhile Abraxas still on the ground, found himself defending himself awkwardly from the goblin who had run up with its sword, the selfsame greenskin that had magic missiled him earlier (>+0 to hit, +4 prone, Steel 16). He got struck a few times (1d6 Damage, Red/Black 2), but nothing more than some bruising to show for the goblin’s efforts. “Stop hitting me!” he growled, getting one leg under him.
From the cauldron, the two goblins with the pails redunked them into the boiling water while the other two had stepped in front of Smallpox, slings loaded in the hands, rocks ready to fly. Two more pails of boiling water were hurled at Abraxas (Save vs Death Magic, >Blue 13..>Blue 18 – damn man – you’ve made 4 saves so far from a gallon of scalding water!). He rolled to the side, most of it hitting the back of his breast plate and his backpack. Although some of the hot water did leak through the gaps and cracks of his armor, he steeled himself from the pinpricks of pain and ignored it.
The 2 slingers took aim at the Fighter and at Smallpox’s direction, unleashed their barrage at him (>+1 to hit, +4 prone, Yellow 17..<+1 to hit, +4 prone, White 2), only one of them actually hitting the fighter (1d3 Damage, Red 3, Take 2 Damage!) who gave a brief cough of pain.
Smallpox though finished up his spell and the air in front of him shimmered brightly like a hemisphere before fading from sight. He smiled at Brendon and then bent down and picked up a Crossbow already loaded at the side of the door. “Try shooting me now, Human.”
At the door, 4 hobgoblins in armor and wielding shields, spears, and swords, took on the melee and shoved their way in, three of them able to hit the Cleric almost immediately, while the 4th was still unable to enter the increasingly crowded chamber. From further in the room, we could hear banging and hammering on the door, and then doors, while a few voices in goblin called out, “Who the FUCK locked this door!”
“The door doesn’t lock, asshole.”
“Says you! By Corfard it’s LOCKED now! Get the key!”
“THERE IS NO KEY HALFWIT!!”
Wyn chuckled to himself as he pressed his attack against the wolf. “Here dey come, mes amis!”
Lyra was beset on multiple sides now. The wolf was savaging her rear and right, the goblin was also tangled on that side, but the three well armed and armored hobgoblins entered with a scowl and pressed their assault without delay. (>+3 to hit, Steel 19..<+3 to hit, Red/Black 11..<+3 to hit, Green 3) She ducked, dodged, and did what she could to block the hits coming at her, but they were wearing her down and she was struck a few times hard enough to make the Cleric’s jaw ache (1d6+1 Damage, White 4 – Take 5 Damage!).
(Initiative 1 vs 1. Tie, reroll. Steel 5 vs Enemy Red/Black 4)
Time now is Day 9, 7:53 AM
(OOC)
Ok! A few more dead, I cleared the dead from the last round out of the room. Abraxas, you are up this round, no negative, there is 1 gob on you. Wyn has a wolf, Kovid has a gob. Lyra has a wolf (wounded badly), a goblin, and THREE hobgoblins, with 1 more right behind looking to get in as soon as the battle shifts over a tiny bit. There are 2 gobs at the cauldron that keep throwing boiling water at Abraxas, and 2 gobs abandoned the cauldron and have taken up slings, standing in front of Smallpox who now has a crossbow. 2 gobs are still sleeping. There are ??? hobs still in the room, some are wondering how the fuck the door, both doors got locked, and I’ll check next round if they try to smash it open (will take time), or say fuck it and funnel in the Lyra door. You guys go – top of the round!
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