PBEM - Episode 477. Rampant Zealotry and the Hobgoblins.

FOUR HUNDRED SEVENTY SEVEN

(I/C)

“Ugh!” Wyn complained, dodging another swing from the closest hobgoblin. “What a time to be out of spells.”

"Amigos, let's get sorted, si?” Abraxas swapped over to his Scythe on noting the web was ripping down right in front of him. He cocked it back to hit and Brendon backed up a step or two, bringing his bow out to keep out of Abraxas’ way. The Fighter hacked forward (>+8 to hit, Blue 6), ripping through the next revenant. “Ese Undead necessitais ir, A-S-A-P. Los Roberts son duerme?” The undead flipped to the side, torn apart from the enchated Morrigaan weapon (1d8+4 Damage, Blue 4+4=8 Damage and killed!!). “Cuando we rest yo tengo algun potions un el bag. Señora Lurka, tengo un potion y tu necessitas."

Sighting at the next one, Brendon let his arrow fly (>+6 to hit, Red 12), shooting the next one in the leg (1d6 Damage, Red 2), “What the fuck! Wyn where’s our directions!?”

“Hokay, hokay,” The elf complained, digging in his pack for his spellbook. “Guess dis is always an option…Oh! Nebermind! I has a scroll!” He took out his last scroll of sleep. “Forgot I ‘ad dis.” He glanced at the Magic User, “Hey Offop. Dis be in poor taste, but I cen’t ‘Leo myself. Time for Plan R.” He blocked another slash from the hob as he unfurled his scroll. “Lissen up! Wyn’ll roofie de guys in ‘ere. You Offop blow dat load in de hallway.”

Kovid and Brendon both chuckled aloud at that briefly pausing the elf in his directions before he could regroup and continue. “Ya. Dat is funny. Hokay! Priestess… chain de big one, s’il vous plaît.” He pointed to Joe Fury and the hobgoblin attacking Kovid with his battle axe.

Nodding in agreement, Lyra proceeded to cast her last spell. “Alright I’ll get the big guy. Someone try to cover me! I’d prefer not to get shot again.”Lannis was already moving closer, his copies swirling around him, his own fingers working his spell up. “Blessed Aine! Just that big bastard there. Hold!” (Save vs spells, -2 penalty lone target, Black 5) A burst of white empowered light burst out and slammed into the hobgoblin, locking his arms and legs instantly in place, his swing interrupted as the spell stopped him. Lyra was running back across the chamber, heading towards the cabinet and Abraxas.

Kovid was already ducking to the side, turning his attention to the lone goblin instead, sneering at the held Joe Fury and growled, “I’m the one who pisses on your head greenie, hob or not.”

As soon as the spell went off, Wyn was wrapping up his spell scroll, addressing the foes still in the chamber with, “Are eidder of ye named Donna? Cuz you about to get fucked! ZU!” (4d4 HD: 1+1+3+2 = 7 HD) The goblin in front of Lyra and Kovid both froze in place, followed by the 2 hobgoblins arraigned against the elf – and then all 4 of them fell over and went to sleep. “Dat’s how ye dew it!”

"You know what they say Craw Daddy,” Lannis was burning his own spell, shooting just past the melee, “With great magic, comes great magicsponsibility. IN ARACHNE REIF!" Strands of thick webbing burst out and hit the open door frame, covering it in crisscrossing layers of thick rope like webs that was going to block the hall.

“Damn them!” Came the call from the hall. “Get these webs GONE. Shoot either the bitch or the one in pink!”

Slamming down with his hammer, Kovid found himself crushing the head of one of the sleeping goblins (CDG – Goblin!) and staggering around. “Hokay, who has that potion for me?”

(Initiative: Party steel 2 vs enemy Red/Black 1)

Time now is Day 10, 4:01 PM

(OOC)

You guys have the conch. 2 are on the other side of the cabinet, Lyra is pushing through the bodies, 3 enemy sleeping, 1 held. Webs blocking the door but can still be crossbowed through. But you have a tiny bit of breathing room. For now. Top of the round!