PBEM - Episode 410. Hoots, Webs, Haste, and Fire

FOUR HUNDRED TEN

(I/C)

(Time for Haste potion: d6+6 turns: Blue 5+6 = 11 turns, or 110 minutes!)

Laying her hand on Brendon one more time, Lyra allowed Aine’s healing energy to flow into the Scout again (CLW 1d6+1 hp, White 4+1=Heal 5!) “Good morning sunshine,” She said with a cheerful smile, propping his back up, “Nap time is over, bear killing time is now!”

Abraxas was sort of quivering in place, his entire body shuddering as he tapped his foot VERY quickly. “AmigosLaFuerzaTengoEnMiEsMuyBueno.”

"What the FUCK did he just say?” Lannis wondered, looking at the bear ripping at the strand of webbing. “Well clearly the only way to fix this problem is fire. The best part is if anyone disagrees I'll know I'm right."

“Oh... fire works, too,” Wyn noted, drawing an arrow and nocking it in place. “Plan B, huh?

“RapidoRapidoAndaleAmigos”

Lannis snapped his fingers, and started casting a fast cantrip. "On second thought setting him on fire would be bad for my nipples. No no, let his speedy nipples take the brunt of his anger first. Nipples! I mean, DART!! IN BET GRAV!" (1d4 Damage, Pink 4, 4 Damage!) A blast of pink energy tore through the shredding webbing and slashed deep into Hoot’s fur, making the Owlbear roar at the insult.

“Ah, yes. Plan D. Très bien, Offop!” the elf smiled.

"It’s actually Plan N for ‘Not my nipples’."

“Stay behind me,” Kovid suggested to the Scout and Elf who were lining up for their shots. “Thors’ Grabbasket, if that shebear gets loose, I’d rather she hits me than either of you.”

To Abraxas, it seemed that EVERYONE was just moving a tad slow, taking a moment or two extra in their actions. He was getting frustrated and tried once more to goad them to just go. “MueremosHootsYElOsoMasRapido."

“Hey Abraxas,” Brendon called out, lining up his shot, “you gonna get the skin this time?” He then fired (>+6 to hit, Red 16), the arrow hitting the owlbear hard in the flank (1d6 Damage, Red 3, 3 Damage!), making it snarl and then tear the shaft out.

“Sisisis.Thatiselplan!”

“Iff’n we take Hoots out en de odder will probably run away!” The elf fired (>+8 to hit, Orange 11), the shaft hitting the owlbear in the thigh (1d6 Damage, Orange 4 – 4 Damage!) where it roared again, ripping the arrow free.

“Finalmente!” Abraxas cried out and RAN across the room, Morrigaan Scythe spinning so fast it seemed to HUM. “Takethat!Yeso!Andthat!Estotambien!” He struck the Owlbear with a ridiculous amount of slashes, pirouettes, and leaps, always half a swing ahead of Hoot’s return swipes, the bear frustrated by the stubborn strands of webbing as well the Fighter’s bursts of speed. (>+8 to hit, Blue 20 – Critical! Max Damage 8+4=12 Damage!) His Scythe tore deep across Hoot’s midsection, flaying the skin all the way down to the deep muscle. Blood burst from the strike and Hoots rocked back trying to escape the murderous Fighter. “Comodegustathis?!” A second series of attacks followed, fur and more blood fountaining about (=+8 to hit, Blue 7) as he waded in (1d8+4 damage, Blue 2+4=6 Damage!). “Notanduronow,huh,youbigpieceofmierda!” (>+8 to hit, Blue 18) And STILL Abraxas was jumping around, Scythe slamming out at every opportunity he could to cut and poke the furious owlbear (1d8+4 Damage, Blue 5+4=9 Damage!).

Both the shebear and Hoots continued to roar and thrash at the webbing, the Owlbear FINALLY ripping a large swath of it wide enough for him to stagger through, murder in his eyes.

(Lost round. New round Initiative: 5 vs 5 – Tie reroll. 6 vs 6 – Tie reroll again! Party Steel 1 vs Bears Red/Black 2).

(Morale check: 6+2=8 – Stay and fight)

Leaking blood, cut deep in dozens in places, and sporting 2 arrow wounds, Hoots let the growl develop deep in his chest before raising himself up to his 9’ in height and trundled forward claws wide, three quarters of a ton of angry bear barreling towards the Fighter. “HROOOOOHAAAAA!!!’

“Venygetsome!” Abraxas challenged back, and the two of them hit. The first series of claws scraped out and to the Fighter, it appeared that Hootd was moving just a tad slow, like everything about his assault was just a notch too slow. He ducked and dodged when he could (>+7 to hit, Black 19) but even he wasn’t able to avoid every strike (1d8 Damage, Purple 2 – Take 2 Damage!) although he felt he turned most of the deadlier hits into something less horrible. The next series of swipes also hit (>+7 to hit, Black17) and like before, he was caught and struck (1d8 Damage, Red/Black 2 – Take 2 Damage!) but was able to prevent most of the possible hurt. It was the flashing beak as he was driven towards the corner that would have been deadly (<+7 to hit, Red/Black 2) but he jammed his Scythe against the owlbear’s neck and kept the snapping maw at bay.

However Hoots did manage to briefly get Abraxas up into a bear hug (auto hit: 2d8 Damage: 1+8=9 Damage. Damage Deflection, <Str Yellow 13, Take 5 Damage!) but the Fighter put on a dizzying display of gyrations, kicks, twists, jabs, pulls, wiggles, and yanks and dropped free after taking some punishment but nowhere near the same brutal crushing Brendon had suffered earlier. “Hopeyouenjoyedyourturn,Smoochie,causeahoratevoyamatar!”

Time now is Day 10, 6:13 AM

(OOC)

109 Minutes left on Haste

2 rounds left on Shebear.

Hoots is looking pretty beat up, 3 hits from Abraxas, one of them a critical – sucked for the ursine. Bottom of the round, and I will be making a WMC check at the end of the round. Good luck guys!