FOUR HUNDRED THIRTY NINE
(I/C)
"Advance the phalanx!” Lannis cheered from behind, glancing down the hall and making a judgment on their speed and placing. “Wyn, I’ll spell. You shoot.”
“Oui!”
“Wyn, sling please?” Lyra asked, getting it back while Wyn readied his bow. “Thanks!” She loaded up a stone and spun it. “Been a few days since I’ve done this!” she commented.
“At least 200 turns,” The Magic User agreed.
“Whatever!” She let it rocket and it flew (>+4 to hit, White 20 – Critical! Max damage – 3 points) with a WHIZZING sound…and slapped the leftmost hobgoblin archer in the face! Teeth flew and it howled in pain at the impact. “Whoa!” She said. “I still got it!”
“Get a cream, get that cleared up. Otherwise you might get goblinitis when you touch one of them with your hooves.”
“Hob Goblins, it’s in the name,” Kovid snorted, him and Abraxas working side by side to advance down the hall, their barriers in place. “They may be organized but they’re still greenie shits that deserve to be under my boots.”
"Despues de ese plan, maybe llama me Señor Cerebo Grande. Keep moving amigos. We push on!"
Wrapping up his spell before the enemy could get another pair of shots out, the Magic User was looking at the shelfs and asked, “Were there any good games in there? Probably could have blocked a few shots with Merchants and Marauders considering how dense that thing is. ZU!!” A blast of pink tinges sparks scented like roses shot free and struck the wounded hobgoblin in the chest (4d4 hd: 1+4+3+2=10 hd!) where he collapsed to the ground, asleep. The same was to the one next to him and we could here others around the corner falling as well.
Cursing and complaining followed along with a number of slaps and snacks, verbal cajoling, and even some grunts that sounded like kicks. It was when one of them emerged from behind the corner to try and wake up one of the sleeping archers that Wyn who had been holding his weapon at the ready, let his arrow fly (>+8 to hit, Orange 18), the shaft slamming into the Hob (1d6 Damage, Orange 3!). He cried out in pain and snatched his hand back, the elf’s taunting of, “Dats for being shite!” chasing after it.
(Initiative: 2 vs 2 – tie, reroll. Party Steel 4 vs Hobs Red/Black 6)
Some more slapping and hitting followed, and two more hobs each with shields dared to step out behind the corner, grab the two hobs and their bows, and violently drag them back. The group was ready for an assault, an attack, anything.
But the hobs did NOT come around the corner and we could hear them at a distance down the hall and out of visible range. “What the hell are they doing?” Brendon asked.
“I dunno,” Lyra frowned.
“Ah still dunt see no invisible ones,” Wyn commented.
“Neither do we,” Lannis reminded him.
"You know wot I mean!”
Abraxas pointed to the Garden door a good 15’ still ahead of them. “Want to guess they might come out there?”
“I’ll lock it as soon as we get closer, mon ami!”
Time now is Day 10, 11:11 AM
(OOC)
Invisible Brendon – 44 mins
Det invis Wyn – 34 mins
Shield Lannis – 14 mins
Sleep worked, but they wasted (?) their round and the next dealing with it. No attack? Why? 35 feet from Abraxas and Kovid’s position to the end of the hall. 15’ to the Garden door. (Add 5’ for Lyra, 10’ for Wyn/Lannis, and 15’ for Brendon). Bottom of the round – you guys go!
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