PBEM - Episode 512. Fireballs and Hobgoblins.

FIVE HUNDRED TWELVE

(I/C)

"Hootey hoo hootey hoo!” Lannis called out, ducking a wicked slash to his head, holding his chest tight where the Hob’s sword had cut him deep. “Pineapple! Banana!” He heard the door open and the rest of the party charging in, “Olly olly oxen free! Heeeeeelp!"

Sword out and moving fast, Wyn was already racing to intersperse himself between the Magic User and the Hobgoblin Captain. “Monsieur Dwarfriend, cen ye send in some of de ghouls? I go serve as a shield to Offop, but doze paralyzing touches would come in handy. Ye may need to ta hold some back cause dere not be enough space. 

Diving to the side and feeling the sword cut at his robes, Lannis shouted out, "What!? Are you worried they'll run out of ammo?!"

Ordering 2 of the ghouls to march in, Kovid kept three of them back for now. “Boris, Natasha, sick goblin ballz! Kill kill kill the hob. The rest of you stay.”

“Monsieur Salazar, shall we?” Wyn hit the front of the battle a split instant ahead of the ghouls, throwing his shield up in time to block Rampant Zealotry’s next swing. The ghouls were right there as well, the lead one ripping and biting (Ghoul attack @ +2, 5, 19, 5). The hobgoblin turned what he could with his shield, trusting his platemail for the other attacks. However he did take a ringing strike at his waist, and a stray talon pierced the chain hauberk under the plate (1d3 Damage: Red 4:2 – Takes 2 Damage. >Save vs Paralyze, Yellow 16). He grunted from the blow but the Captain growled his way through the tightening of his limbs and didn’t freeze up.

Lyra meanwhile grabbed Lannis and dragged him back even further, castigating him, “So you cast fireball and don’t think to retreat immediately after pissing off a bunch of hobgoblins? Smart.”

"Fuck you Man o' War, I was working on it! He must run track or something!"

“Sure. Got it Fatty. Aine, heal the slow moving fat pink dying dumbass please!” (CLW: 1d6+1. White 3+1 = 4, Heal 4!)

The second ghoul hit next (Ghoul attack @ +2, 4, 4, 5) but it was a lot of slashing at the air and moving too slow for Rampant Zealotry’s gyrations and defense. From the hall, standing at the ready with Kovid, Brendon turned to the dwarf and said, “This would’ve been amazing if Lannis had killed them all.”

Wyn hit (<+6 to hit, Orange 13), his Alha sword striking hard enough to raise sparks from the impact, but the Hobgoblin ducked on the strike, rolled his shield up, and blunted the force of the blow, kicking at Wyn in response. “Damn you, Babykiller! Damn all of you! Corfard will have your souls for this!”

"Estoy enojado con ese Mama La Pinga Roberts,” Abraxas growled, Scythe striking out, “en ese Mama La Pinga Bastille! Comes mierda y mueres." (>+8 to hit, Blue 18) The Morrigaan weapon tore through the thigh plates of the armor, hitting deep enough to burst blood and drive the hobgoblin back a step (1d8+4 Damage, Blue 8+4=12 Damage!!). He was hurting and bad!

Feeling a bit better from the heal, Lannis turned to Abraxas and asked with eyes goggled, “....what?!"

 "Ugh. Señor Lanamas... " He raised his foot up and tried to kick the Roberts down the steps, speaking louder and slower for Lannis, “COMES... MIERDA... Y... MUERES!!!" (2nd attack, <+7 to hit, Blue2) Rampant Zealotry blocked the kick with his shield and pummeled the Fighter’s shin in response, Abraxas hopping back to avoid further wounds.

(Initiative 2 vs 2, Reroll. Party Steel 3 vs Enemy Red/Black 5)

(1-3 Wyn, 4-6 Abraxas, Red/Black 1 – Wyn). Seeing there was no easy way to get to Lannis again, and Kovid was too far away, the Hobgoblin Captain felt his chances were small at best, and didn’t want to risk trying to run, and the ghouls getting a paralyzing strike at him. So he redoubled his efforts and his broad sword swung out and about with a dizzying display of skill and strength, hitting the elf on the shoulder, arm, chest, and thighs (>+6 to hit, Red/Black 17). The Banded Leather held up, but the blade skittered into every crease, crack, and gap it could, slicing Wyn’s flesh again and again, robbing the fighter/magic user of strength and vitality (1d8+3 Damage, Teal 7+3=10 Damage!). “I’ll try to take one of you Infidels with me! Corfard will consume the rest!”

Time now is Day 11, 4:03 PM

(OOC)

Control Undead – 49 mins.

Resist Fire – 18 mins.

Good placement, Rampant Z cannot get either of his desired targets. He’s pretty damned hurt, but hopes to take one of you out before he goes. Bottom of the round! You’re up!