FIVE HUNDRED EIGHTEEN
(I/C)
“Oh for fucks sake!” Lyra swore, diving under the arch and pulling the dying Scout back. Wyn ran past her to the room, scanning the area and working a spell up swiftly. “Not you too, Brendon!”
“Du Lac!” Wyn cried out, “Dos sharp tings in ye chest are not safe!”
Abraxas kicked the dead orc and swup his Scythe about. He pointed it at Grimtooth and then started to charge the Mongrelman. Calling to the Cleric, "Señorita La-yeet-ra, ayudas Señor Bentdown y maybe get una Turn listo por los Ghoulies. Ese situation no es bueno.
"Thor's balls!" Kovid swore, he gave up on controlling the ghouls, and all 3 of them charged the Mongrelman, slavering and howling. He drew his hammer and gave the brute a withering stare before running over to do battle along with the undead.
Meanwhile, working his own spell, Lannis was focused on the numerous orcs at the doorway, only 2 of them still sleeping. "Spider Me, Spider Me, does whatever I want cuz I'm great. IN ARACHNE REIF!" Strands of sticky webbing slammed out, engulfing 3 of the orcs and blocking the doorway, Grimtooth stepping back hard and cursing the huge web now in place.
“Nice, Wizard. Nice. You are slowing up the inevitable.”
Wyn was right there, pointing at the orcs in the area. “Whatever. Crowd control, take trois! ZU!!” And a orange blast of rose scented smoke settled over the battlefield (4d4: 3,3,3,2 = 11 hd!), and all 4 of the orcish warriors still standing in the room, fell over unconscious and asleep! “Dat was inevitable.”
“Hang in there buddy!” Lyra placed both hands on his chest and poured Aine’s blessing into the gurgling Scout (Continual Heal: 5 instances every turn of 1d4+1 healing. White 4+1=5 – Brendon heal 5!!). He turned to the side and coughed hard, and the blood that was in his lung poured out of his mouth and nose, splattering the floor as he choked and hacked. The sucking wound in his chest partially closed and he took a ragged breath, no longer dying (Back up to 3 hp). “I’ve got you,” Lyra said, arms around his shoulder, slapping him on the back as he tried to get his wind back.
“Pero, hacemos. Mueremos los Orcasas finalmente y por siempre!"
The mongrelman was facing 3 ghouls, Kovid, and Abraxas at this point, the brute swinging his coatrack in sweeping arcs, trying to keep the party from connecting. The stink of the tunacan entrails was cloyingly foul this close to him, but the 5 attackers pressed on. Rocky (Ghoul attack @ +2, >15, <12, <7) bit and ripped, getting thrown about for his efforts, but managed to draw more blood from the Mongrelman’s midsection (1d3 Damage, Blue 5:3 Damage! >Save vs Paralyze, 18). Mitch was right there as well (Ghoul attack @ +2, <6, >16, <6) and got a good tear into the beast’s thigh, shredding skin and making it howl (1d3 Damage, Blue 5:3 Damage! =Save vs Paralyze, 12). It seemed to slow down, limbs locking up, but it huffed and growled and moaned and fought through the effect, sweating profusely. This left Vincent (Ghoul Attack @ +2, <3, <7, <6) who did what he could, beating and swinging, but its blows were ineffective at best.
Kovid was swinging, his Theystran hammer a silver flash in the air. For some reason the dwarf had a swagger, a confidence when fighting the Mongrelman that he hadn’t displayed prior. Because of it, he was taking larger arcs and making a number of closer in jabs and pummelings. When the beast did duck lower though to grab at a feint he had made, Kovid laughed and gave a mighty backhand swing that telegraphed up from his left hip and connected with the maximum speed and impact (>+6 to hit, +2 dwarf, Yellow 20. Critical! Max Damage – 11 Damge!!) with its head.
“GRRRuuUUH!!” It gasped along with the wet melon sound its skull made after the hammer impacted it. A knot was beginning to form along its temple and its already misshapen looking ace, took on a deeper hue and more a slack jawed appearance.
“Thor’s Mighty Swing! THAT was a hell of a hit! Haw haw!!”
The Fighter nodded at Kovid and then redoubled his efforts against the Mongrelman. "Soy Abraxas Salazar.” His Morrigaan Scythe slammed deep and tore out. “Mataste mi amigo.” He punched out his the shaft, cracking it in the face. “Prepárate para morir." (Attack and Extra attack. >+8 to hit, Blue 11…>+8 to hit, Blue 18). He swept around, cutting the mongrelman along the left leg up to the hip (1d8+4, Blue 1+4=5, 5 Damage!). It staggered under the assault but stayed upright, only to be met with another hit from right to left (1d8+4, Blue 3+4=7 Damage! Arrggh – so close! <5 hp left!!), making it growl out, blood leaking from dozens of assorted cuts.
(Initiative: Party Steel 4, vs enemy Red/Black 5)
“You damned, Vermin.” Grimtooth snarled. He looked back, “Hand me that fucking torch!” he commanded, and the Mongrelman on the other side with him moaned in reply. “You aren’t worth all this trouble.” On getting the torch, he looked down at the sleeping orcs, 3 of them at the edge of the web and sighed. “What a fucking waste.” And then lit the web (1d6 damage, Green 3 – all in web take 3 – can act next round, he’s trapped on that side for this round). Calling out, he commanded the brute fighting the group, “Take out the ghouls! They’re going to be a fucking problem!”
The very wounded Mongrelman grunted in replay, and exhaustedly brought its coatrack up and then smashing down on Rocky (>+6 to hit, White 9…>+6 to hit, White 18). The ghoul hissed and tried to dodge but its upraised arm snapped like kindling on the first few hits (1d10 Damage, Red/Black 3), hanging uselessly at its side as it tried to avoid getting hit. But it couldn’t escape the tight melee and caught a fourth and fifth blow on its head each time (1d10 Damage, Black 7 and killed!!!), staving its skull in and crushing the life out of it.
Leaving 2 ghouls remaining: Mitch wounded earlier, and Vincent still hale and whole…for an undead.
Time now is Day 11, 4:44 PM
(OOC)
Control Undead – 8 mins.
Orcs still asleep: 3 (1 near Kovid, 2 nearer the door).
Continual Heal – 4 more instances on the “3’s”.
Battlefield control is playing havoc with Grimtooth’s defenses. The orcs are playing catch up each round and can’t get ahead of you guys. One of their heavy hitters is almost out (<5 hp left!) and the other is on the wrong side of the battlefield at this time and Grimtooth can’t get him into play yet. Incidentally Lyra – Mongrelmen count as the upper limit in size of humanoid persons for hold person spell if you feel you have to use it.
Once this MM goes down, Kovid will need to take control of the ghouls again, just a FYI – hope you roll low for a wisdom check change this time!. Bottom of the round, you guys go!
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