PBEM - Episode 526. Going after the Last Mongrelman

FIVE HUNDRED TWENTY SIX

(I/C)

The party shifted, Wyn, Kovid, and Lyra making an effort to close the distance with the brutish misshapen being. The elf cinched the new shield he had gotten from Rampant Zealotry higher on his arm, and took a deep breath, his 2 other copies doing the same. “Well, I cen get in 1 round before it cen get a ‘it on moi. ‘Opefully, Wyn cen make it count…”

Brendon meanwhile had pulled Abraxas to the side and was fishing in the Fighter’s backpack for a potion vial, grabbing a potion of Healing. He glanced back at the Mongrelman, wiping the blood from his face, and announced, “Instead of butter I’m just gonna piss on your corpse.” He dumped the contents down Abraxas’ throat and massaged his neck as the Fighter reflexively swallowed (Healing Potion 1d6: White 3 – Heal 3 – Back up to 2/35 hit points). “Come on, Doc, we need you.”

"Gracias, Señor Breinding,” Abraxas sighed weakly, rolling to his side and holding one leg. He used his Scythe to slowly prop himself up, wavering a little. “Let's get ese pendejo, si?"

"Come on Abraxas, you ain't got time to bleed!" Lannis had drawn his Ishtari Rod and took aim at the Mongrelman. “"Time to let old painless out of the bag!" (# 2-4, Pink 3:2+1=3 bolts. @ +8 to hit, >Pink 15, >White 14, <Pink 4) The rod chattered and 3 glimmering silver bolts tore across the chamber, one hitting the Mongrelman in the shin, one bouncing off an upraised fist, and the third drawing a deep furrow in the side of its skull (1d6 Damage, Pink 5, Pink 4 – Takes 9 Damage!!).

As the beast was staggered from the hits, Wyn ran forward, shield out, sword at the ready. “Mongo, you only pawn in game of life!” (>Str -2 BX Baby, Shield bash/knock back/down, Orange 20. >+5 to hit, -2 failed BX, +1 magic, Orange 14) He charged hard but the brute hit the shield with its oversized fist, knocking the elf’s charge off center and instead hit him hard, but not square on (1d3 Damage, Orange 2:1, +1 Str, +1 Magic = 3 Damage!!) However the shield somehow magnified Wyn’s hit and the Mongrelman did get a good buffeting for it.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmm,” Lyra was feeling a bit put out, unsure if she could be of use in the fight, but added some steel to her spine and waded in, Lolthian Flail swinging (<+4 to hit, White 2). She cracked the brute a few times but the Mongrelman gave a bark of laughter at her hits, slapping her back and keeping her on the defensive.

Hammer leading the way, Kovid was timing his blows for the moments the Mongrelman was turned to the side. "The bigger you are the harder you'll... die." (>+6 to hit, Yellow 12) The Theystran Hammer hit and hit hard (1d8+3 Damage, Yellow 6+3=9 Damage!), smashing the brute in the knee and then a follow up hit him in the gut, driving the air from its lungs and making it gasp. It was hurting bad now.

“OOouurhhaaaggghsp!!” it cried out.

(Initiative Party Steel 3 vs Enemy Red/Black 6)

Taking its frustration out on the dwarf as it had hurt him the most and was in reaching distance, the monster used its oversized rocklike scaled hands to block the dwarf’s next swing by catching the hammer in mid blow. And then followed up with a 9’ tall kick to the dwarf’s chest and face! (>+6 to hit, Green 16) Kovid pitched back, head cracking from the impact (1d10 Damage, Black 9!! Take 9 Damage – ouch!), lips mashing and blood spitting down his beard. “Thor’s Balls!” he swore. But the Mongrelman followed up with a series of punches, slaps, gouges, and stomps (>+6 to hit, Green 13) that further had Kovid trying to mount some sort of defense (1d10 Damage, Red/Black 3).

Time now is Day 11, 5:31 PM

(OOC)

Continual Heal – 1 more instances on the “3’s”.

Mirror Image – 34 minutes

Abraxas has 2 hp. Kovid down to 16/48. Mongrelman is pretty damned hurt. You guys go!