PBEM - Episode 411. Hoots, Webs, Haste, and Fire

Taking down an owlbear, especially a named one, is always a reason to celebrate.

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FOUR HUNDRED ELEVEN

(I/C)

Abraxas spun his Scythe in a rapid circle, "Hoots,EsPastTiempoPorTuMueres.”

Wyn loaded up another arrow and took aim at the badly wounded owlbear, “Wyn loves eet when de plan comes togedder.” He fired (>+8 to hit, Orange 11), the arrow hitting (1d6 Damage, Orange 1), although it got lodged in the owlbear’s fatty back and no where potentially mortal.

“EresUnOpponentMasWorthy,PeroAhora,EsFinito!” The Fighter was keeping the owlbear on its hind legs, weapon thrusting under its face.

“Run Hoots,” Brendon cried, getting his own arrows nocked and fired (>+6 to hit, Red 15), “Run away before we kill you!” (1d6 damage, Red 2) This shot got the monster in the leg, making it wobble but failed to bring it down.

“You're doing great everyone.” Kovid was watching Abraxas out of the corner of his eye, the dwarf swinging his hammer and getting ready to step up if need be. “Keep it up. Let's do another take with the bears. Faster and more intense. Same thing only better."

“Goodidea!” Abraxas laughed, “ComesScytheYMueres!" And he swung over half a dozen slashes in twice as many seconds, keeping the ursine fixed in place as he tried to land a telling blow (<+8 to hit, -4 Dam Defl last round, Blue 3) but the bear was learning how to blunt the blows. (<+8 to hit, Blue 5) Even a haste driven second round of cuts and slams failed to do more than anger the monster and make it roar.

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” Lannis swung his bag around and was digging out a dart to throw. “The things I do for you guys.”

Kovid and Lyra, seeing the bad shape the owlbear was in, both stepped up committing themselves to the combat, their hammer (>+6 to hit, Yellow 13) and flail (<+4 to hit, White 3) working in tandem. Hoots roared his displeasure, trying to fend off too many attacks and failing as an overcompensation on his part left his wide open for a solid blast from Kovid’s Warhammer (1d8+3 damage, Yellow 2+3 = 5 Damage!) had it rock back, beak opened wide, howling in fury and pain, “HrooOOOOHAaaaaaAAAA!!”

"Fuck you Hoots,” Lannis cursed, dart held back and ready to throw. “This is for chasing me down that pit! Hwah!" He slammed forward and the iron projectile flew in two perfect circles (>+2 to hit, Pink 20 – Critical – Max Damage 3 and killed!! HAHAHAH – Lannis killed the owlbear!!) and then struck the owlbear full on in its left eye, pricked its brain, and killed it in a single throw. With a choking whimpering howl, it fell forward and died right there in front of the Shebear who was now going crazed under the disintegrating webbing.

“Yeah! I DID THAT!! ME!!!” Lannis cheered

(WMC x2 chance, Red/Black 1 – yes. What d4? Red/Black 4. # appearing 3d4? 4+3+4=11 – whoa!. Distance 2d6x10: 1+2=3x10=30’ damn close.)

(>Hear Noise (no bonus combat), Red 61 – no. Party surprised 2/6? Pink 2 – yep. Well..shit nuggets. Here we go!)

(Initiative: Party Steel 5 vs Enemy Red/Black 6)

The Shebear lunged forward during the combat, her bite still blunted from the webbing, but her claws had ripped holes in the webs allowing her to sweep her attacks, although poorly. And Kovid was the closest to her for her to vent her fury on (>+4 to hit, -2 webbed, Black 18…<+4 to hit, -2 webbed, Black 11). “What the? AHHH!!” Kovid cried out as the shebear slashed at the dwarf (1d3 damage: Green 4 – Take 2 Damage!), sweeping him painfully in the arm and chest.

“I’m feeling pretty good about myself,” Lannis said with a happy comfort to the Scout.

“I know, right?” Brendon said, taking out another arrow. “I think we’ve got this in the bag!”

And then with almost no warning, the horde of 11 assorted skeletons emerged from the gloom and hit the back of the party where the Magic User and Scout were located, their crude and rusted weapons stabbing and slashing before any real defense could be mounted. “AH!!!” Lannis cried out, “FUCKING LOCUSTS!!!!”

“Monsieur Offop,” Wyn said exasperatedly, “Dis have nuthin to dew wit de…WOT THE SHIT?” He exclaimed. “Where did DEY come from!?!”

The lead skeleton had struck at the wizard (>+2 to hit, +4 surprised, Green 16), sliding its weapon through the bracer’s magical defenses and into Lannis’ chest, drawing it free coated with his blood (1d6 Damage, Red 5, Take 5 Damage!). “God DAMN it! STOP HITTING ME! I’M NOT A FRONT LINE FIGHTER!” He whirled around. “Kovid! Lyra! YOU guys wanted to go see the locusts! This is YOUR fault! Get your miserable asses back here and PROTECT ME!”

Meanwhile Brendon was struck by two of them (<+2 to hit, +4 Surprised, White 3…>+2 to hit, +4 surprised, White 17), but the Scout was able to duck and dodge most of the pointed swings (1d6 Damage, Green 1 – Take 1 Damage!) getting only scratched for his efforts. “Hey! Lyra just fixed that part!”

Time now is Day 10, 6:14 AM

(OOC)

Haste – 108 minutes

Shebear trapped – 1 more round (this round)

Hoots is DOWN and Dead! Huzzah!!!

WMC showed skellies, a lot of them, and close. Let me know the plan!