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Thursday, May 21, 2020

PBEM, Episode 32 - N Hall, Hanged Hob

THIRTY TWO

(I/C)
Kovid snarled and swung his war hammer at full extension (<+2 to hit, Yellow 7), the heavy head passing over the kobold who dropped prone and then bounced up. His next few blows were just as deadly, but the kobold was bouncing around too much to connect. Standing at his shoulder, Abraxas did the same, aiming at the middle kobold who had been wounded earlier. His sword was a dancing wall of death as he growled “Kill Them All!” the sounds of kobolds screaming in the distance as they ran away acting as the backdrop to his slashes (>+5 to hit, Blue 19) which tore through the kobold’s defenses (1d8+2 Damage, Blue 1: 3 Damage and killed!) and forced the scaly humanoid to slump over dead.

“Clear the hall!” Lannis begged. “Come on!”

Brendon took aim (>+4 to hit, Red 16) and let fly another arrow, tracing a bloody line (1d6 Damage: Red 1) across one of the 2 remaining kobold’s chest. Lyra finished her swing and arced forward (>+3 to hit, White 9) and a stone cracked against the wounded kobold’s throat (1d3 Damage, White 6: 3 damage and killed!). With the sound of kobolds screaming their heads off as they ran down the corridor and no other choice, Wyn who had been holding his shot let his arrow fly (>+5 to hit, Orange 9) and the last kobold clogging the hall was shot in the chest and pitched backwards (1d6 damage, Orange 6 and killed!) dead before he even hit the ground.

“Go! Go! Go!” Lannis, Kovid, Brendon and Wyn charged to the end of the hall while Abraxas bent down and snatched up the kobold’s Stone Dagger and Stone Tipped Javelin (Add Stone Dagger (10) and Stone Tipped Javelin (15) to sheet and encumbrance) from the fallen ankle biters. “Puta!” he cursed, kicking one of them violently.

Turning the corner, Lannis was already working on the wording of his Web spell when they were able to look. In the gloom there were no more kobolds although the ground was littered for the next spear throw to the west with burning embers as if someone had dropped a torch and multiple someones had kicked it while running, leaving a trail of red glowing embers down the hall. It screwed up with the infravision but Kovid THOUGHT they could just make out the back of two of the kobolds running away, but the entire group could hear them yelling “Hilva!” as they charged away.

“Fuck,” Lannis cursed. “Out of range?”

“Zhey are on the run, do we pursuit, oui or non?” Wyn asked.

Lyra who was still back by the open door and stairs (<Hear Noise +5 Bonus, White 7) cocked her head and from down the stairs, and in the dark, sounding very far away, was the rattling of chains flopping loosely on the ground and the mournful howl of a wolf. She paused, held her breath, and the howl repeated…closer.

“Aine bless us,” she swore. “Screaming kobold fight echoed everywhere. Wolves.” She raised her voice, “Guys! Decision time faster, we’ve got company coming!” as she pointed back through the door and down the stairs.

Time now is 1:56

(OOC)

Give chase after the kobolds? Somewhere else? Redraw the battle lines with some wolfen canine (s?) coming UP towards us from down the stairs? Anything else? Damn kobolds were loud and the door was open – fight echoed.

Time is ticking! What to do?!

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