FOUR HUNDRED SEVENTY EIGHT
(I/C)
Taking a nervous look around, Kovid said, “No one wants to heal the dwarf huh? Don’t worry; I’ll just keep poppin’ heads over here.”
Lyra finally pushed her way over and through the massed dead, getting up to Abraxas at long last. The Fighter indicated his backpack with a turn of his head and she flipped the top flap, reached in, and took the precious potion of Extra Healing. “Sorry Kovid! I’m about a punch away from meeting Aine herself!” With shaking hands she popped the top and drank it down, the cool liquid breathing warmth and life back into her limbs (Heal 2d8: 6+4=10 – Heal 10 Damage!) closing most of her open wounds.
Lannis had one of his Darts out and was going to run to the Held Joe Fury, "Yeah, fuck this guy, I'm done letting our unfinished business come back to bite us!"
Shaking his head no, Abraxas called out, "Amigos, estamos almost finito. El Ultimato Revenante es aqui. Solo tres remain. Let's kill them ahora, then focus on los Roberts.” He swung hard at the unwounded revenant (>+8 to hit, Blue 5), tearing its midsection wide open and then drove it back and down. “Y todos el grupo: get behind el cabinet. Get low. Ese es una battle importante amigos.” (1d8+4 Damage, Blue 4+4=8 Damage and killed!!) It went down adding its body to the dead littering the entire area. “El Roberts Ultimos y El Revenantes Utimtos son aqui. Aqui es donde mueren!"
“He’s right, team,” Brendon replied, shooting the wounded one (>+6 to hit, Red 7), dragging a wicked cut along its inner thigh, rotting blood spilling out (1d6 Damage, Red 3). “We’re getting a lot of cardio in the week. We should get some cake soon!!”
Looking around, Lannis made to run behind the cabinet. "Blast! I forgot the fully immobile are very hard to kill! Plan C it is. IN BET GRAV!” He shot a Dart at the wounded revenant (1d4 Damage, Pink 2 – 1 hp left!!), blasting off the side of its face…but it refused to fall over!” Wyn ran ahead of the Magic User, plucking two arrows from the mass of dead, 1 of them still usable.
Legs pumping, hearing the crossbow hobgoblins ready to fire, Kovid waved his hands at the 4 Lannis’ and called out, “Hold back, Big Brain! Let me get in front of you.”
“Shake a leg, Fat Ass. Jenny Craig and water with lime is in your future, doughboy!”
“Get the Damned Wizard!” came the call from the hall, and both crossbows fired (>+3 to hit, Black 15…>+3 to hit, Black 12) One bolt struck a Lannis copy in the chest, making its eyes bulge and fall over before popping. A second hit another Lannis copy in the neck, piercing his throat and fountaining blood briefly before it too disappeared. “Useless! Hit the REAL one! Burn this fucking web down!!”
As a hobgoblin with the torch stepped up and set the web on fire, Abraxas was facing against the last 2 undead, one of them badly wounded, the other whole. The healthy one swung hard at the Fighter (<+2 to hit, White 1 – Fumble! 1-2 hit self, 3-4 hit friend, 5-6 knocked prone – White 5 – knocked prone) but Abraxas ducked under the swing and swept his Scythe low and hard, tearing the footing out from under the revenant and making it fall with a crash to the ground, hissing and snarling.
The other undead though got through the Fighter’s defenses and hit him with a stunning blow (>+2 to hit, White 19) to the side of his chest, causing Abraxas to gasp in pain and nurse his side as one of his ribs had either cracked or was seriously bruised. (1d6 no 1 Damage, Red/Black 4)
(Initiative Party Steel 5 vs Enemy Red/Black 3)
Time now is Day 10, 4:02 PM
(OOC)
Pic placement isn’t exact as I had a change for Wyn’s turn after I had gone down – assume he is at the cut into the other side of the barrier ahead of Kovid, and the dropped hob is not CDG’ed. We have the healthy Revenant on the ground prone (+2 to hit melee, -2 to hit missile), the one with 1 hp still standing. Web burned this last round so hobs can come in on their turn. There is NOT xbow fire this round, reload. Lannis is the last outside the barrier right now and has 1 more image. Top of the round! Go go go!!
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