FOUR HUNDRED TWENTY TWO
(I/C)
“We are close Abraxas,” Kovid cried out, leaping down and leading the fight against the wolf from the flank, Hammer cracking out. “Bathe in the red rain, until all our enemies are vanquished!”
"LoSientoSeñorLobo,PeroTengoMasPerrosQueYoQuieroHandleHoy.” The Fighter swung wildly, his first blows a bit off from his gyrations to avoid serious hurt last round (>+8 to hit, -4 Dam Defl, Blue 13) but were still more than fast enough and sure enough to sweep across the wolf’s back (1d8+4 Damage, Blue 7+4=11 Damage), making the lupine howl in pain from the slice. “TiempoPorMueres.¿QuienNext?" He followed it up with another series of swings (Haste Attack. <+8 to hit, Blue 4) but the snarling wolf had gotten the fighter’s measure and was able to avoid another debilitating injury.
But it didn’t count on the dwarf’s rigid response (>+6 to hit, Yellow 11) and suffered a terrible blow to its flank (1d8+3 Damage, Yellow 4+3=7 Damage!) that had it whimper in pain, favoring its left side from the strike.
Out in the hall, Wyn was looking to take down one of the goblins facing him, short sword leading and slashing. Seeing more rocks flying about, he asked the Scout, “Oi! Du Lac, tink you cen shoot dem slingers down de hall? Or is dat too dark fer ye?” (<+6 to hit, Orange 3) He stabbed and swung, cutting the greenskin a few times, but caught more of the squat one’s jerkin than flesh.
Lyra turned her attention from the goblin she was fighting to the wolf trying to hit her, her Flail cracking down with a rattling of chains (<+4 to hit, White 6) but the wolf was unfazed by her efforts.
From behind the elf, Brendon had loaded up another arrow and frowned. “Can I shoot the slingers in the hall? Are you EVEN paying attention, whadda think I’ve been shooting at?” He fired at the same goblin he had been wounding (>+6 to hit, Red 12), the shaft punching into the slinger’s chest and pitching it back (1d6 Damage, Red 3 and killed!!). “There. One down, happy? Want me to keep on the slinger or should I shoot the wolf next?”
“Always the fucking wolves,” Lyra moaned, “Why can’t everyone have nice pets. Like... horses or ponies.”
The hall behind the wolf had more goblins in it, ready to hurl another barrage of stones at the group. Lannis cracked his knuckles and quickly worked a spell in that direction. "Well, might as well give it a shot, can't carry you people all day, my back is getting tired. ZU!" A pink spray of rose scented streamers flew down the hall (4d4 hd: 4+2+1+4=11!) where it dropped one of the goblin slingers, then the other, and finally the wolf to the ground in a somnolent collapse. “You’re welcome.”
Inside the burning chamber, the wolf, faced with 2 targets (1-3 Abraxas, 4-6 Kovid, Yellow 1 – Abraxas) decided to keep its focus on the Fighter, biting, scratching, leaping, and howling, flecks of foam getting everywhere (<+3 to hit, Yellow 8), but Abraxas took only scratches and little more from the assault. “NicetrySenorLupe!”
This left the 2 goblins with truncheons and short swords to try and take Kovid down (<+0 to hit, Black 13..<+0 to hit, Black 2) but the dwarf took the hits like a champ, shrugging them off while swinging his Theystran Hammer a few times to drive them back. In the hall, the goblin with the sling loaded up another rock and let it fly (<+1 to hit, White 13), bouncing off Kovid’s thigh with a clang but little more.
At the “T” intersection in the hall, Wyn was facing off against the two goblins (>+0 to hit, Green 11..>+0 to hit, Green 20), both of them swinging and striking and stabbing. One of them got a lucky blow on one of the elf’s image’s in the thigh, bursting the copy and leaving one remaining – where the other goblin managed to get a clean swing at its head – and would have been possibly deadly if it actually struck Wyn. But it did pop the last image, leaving Wyn open to face the two greenskins. “No more tricks, Babykiller!” one of the snarled.
The other goblin at the doorway, dismayed at the sleeping companions behind him, tried to score a solid blow on the cleric (<+0 to hit, Green 6) but she contemptuously parried its attempts and fought on, the hallway much less crowded with the wolf currently sleeping.
This left a single slinger, Smallpox’s apprentice, at the back of the dark hall, who took aim at Lannis and called out, “Sucky one!” before letting the stone fly (>+1 to hit, -2 interference others, White 17) where it struck the image in the chest and popped it – also leaving Lannis open at long last. “About time!” it snarled, looping the sling around its wrist as it dropped back half a step and proceeded to start to cast a spell.
(Initiative, 2 vs 2 – tie, reroll. Party Steel 2 vs Enemy Red/Black 3 – took 6 rounds, but the gobs got init finally).
“About time?” Lannis scoffed. “About time for what? For being a dick? What are you casting? Are you casting a spell at me? Is that for me? What are you doing? Hey! Try the Cleric! Cast the spell at her! What are..you…NO!!”
The goblin finished up its spell and a green shaft of pure magic burst from its hand and flew like a shot across the battlefield where it weaved around Lyra and Wyn…and STRUCK Lannis! (Magic Missile: 1d6+1: White 6+1=7 Damage…but wait…Nothing!)
And fizzled away as the Shield spell absorbed the impact – leaving Lannis unharmed. “ARGHGHGHGGHHH!!!!” The goblin howled, dropping to his knees and holding his head in his hands, pulling at his ears and cursing. “MY ONE SPELL! YOU SUCKY BASTARD!!! LANNIS SUCKS!!!!!”
“He seems a bit put out,” Lannis noted with a smirk. “Have no idea why.”
“You do have that effect on people,” Lyra commented.
“Oui. I ‘ave noticed.”
“Totally agree with that goblin there,” Brendon added.
Without the benefit of the images to bolster his defense, Wyn was playing it safe, shield out and sword parrying every stroke and stab that was shoved his way by the two goblins he was fighting (<+0 to hit, Steel 15..<+0 to hit, Steel 2), sparks and clangs from the hits but no solid shots against flesh or skin. Lyra also was offering a robust defense (<+0 to hit, White 13), her own shield and Flail meeting every stroke swung her way.
At the back of the hall, the slinger tried to hit the dwarf again (<+1 to hit, Red/Black 13), which he did, but the platemail deflected any real damage. This left the two goblins he was fighting against to attack him (<+0 to hit, Purple 15..=+0 to hit, Red 18). They tried to tag team the dwarf, alternating the strikes high and low, hitting him in the back then the front. Their efforts did give some results as after 6 minutes of hard fighting and the room on fire and flames continuing to spread, the heat punishing in the chamber, Kovid was hit a few times, further weakening the doughty dwarven fighter a bit more (1d6 Damage, Red/Black 4 – Take 4 Damage!). He was sucking air and breathing hard, but Kovid fought on.
Which left the wounded wolf on Abraxas. The Fighter and wolf were both covered in blood, open wounds, and pain and exhaustion was on both their visages. The haste potion was helping Abraxas from getting hit for the most part, but he was growing weary from the fight, and the flames were like a crackling roar as they marched west across the room, smoke thick and cloying. (>+3 to hit, Olive 19) The wolf did catch Abraxas against the barrier, taking advantage of the position to sink its teeth hard on his ankle, claws tearing at his legs (1d6+2 Damage, Blue 4+2=6 Damage. Damage Deflection = Str Blue 18 (whew!!), Half Damage – Take 3 Damage (-4 to hit next attack) ). But Abraxas kicked and swung and stomped his feet and was able to weather some of the newer cuts, stoically doing his best to ignore them and the slight hitch in his step from the assault.
Kovid could hear something new, and he glanced through the south door. Past the slinger, into the sitting room with the fireplace, he could see 4 determined goblins make the turn around the corner, pointing their way, and pick up speed running north. And the back one was holding one of Smallpox’s crossbows.
“Thor’s Asshole,” he swore. “I think the last of the reinforcements are coming.”
“Thenlet’sfinishthesefuckersoffrapido!”
Time now is Day 10, 7:34
(OOC)
Haste – 28 minutes
Resist Fire – 16 minutes
Shield – 18 minutes
That poor gob and his one spell. Wasted! Alright – with the exception of the few bodies in the bath, this last 4 coming your way are the last of Smallpox’ people. They gave up on trying to get the fucking locked door open (thanks Wyn!) and are hoping to help turn the tide. The gobs don’t have great to hit, better with missile weapons, but their generally poor attack skills have been in your guys favor. 3 bodies are asleep (1 wolf and 2 gobs). In the hall is 1 slinger, 2 on wyn, 1 on Lyra. In the burning chamber 1 slinger on kovid, 2 melee on kovid, and wolf on Abraxas. 4 more coming (will be here next round), 3 melee (with slings), and 1 with a crossbow. You guys go, bottom of the round!
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