It happens now and again, but in this sit down I had 5 natural 20's rolled during the round which was just crazy!
THREE HUNDRED SEVENTEEN
(I/C)
"Merde.” Wyn cursed, looking over at the thief standing by the open door. “Dat was what Offop was babblin 'bout...Looks like you really get around, huh, Duchess?”
“I’m like a bad penny, Wyn D’Endee,” she replied with a languid smile, flicking Brendon’s blood off her blade and into the Scout’s face. “I always turn up.”
Still near the wall, Lannis probed about with the end of his staff. "Well it sounds like you guys got this, but that wall looks like it might fall down if I don't hold it up"
Scowling at the Duchess, Abraxas was already looking to force his way past the Adept he was fighting. "Scale'ed bastardos! Gobs! El Dykechuss! Mucho genres malo, amigos. Let's make menos!"
Kovid drew in a deep breath as he was fighting the Adept in front of him, and let it out slowly, glancing up before praying. “Lord Thor, buddy, I need you to work with Lady Theystra here and grant me the power to smite these frog motherfuckers.” He dodged a wicked swing and came back up with his hammer leading the way. “We need a little of that Thunder God Moon Goddess magic... whatdya say guys?” He booted the adept in the shin, forcing it back a much needed half a step. “Grant me that good sweet frog killing mojo.” And with the space open before him, he swung (>+6 to hit, Yellow 18) and hit, connecting with the Salamander’s chest, his weapon making a reverberating WHANG (1d8+3 damage, Yellow 4+3=7 Damage!) “Ha! Thank you both so much!”
“Great job!” Lannis replied, “Still blind here! Let’s hope their help extends to something more than just you hammer smacking Toadstool McGulicuty.” He was waving his staff around wildly, arcing it up and down, diagonally and smacking it against the nearby walls and floor. “Everyone better stay away. I’m a Magic User on the edge!”
“Brendon,” Lyra called out. “You alright?”
The Scout gave a soft sob. “No. I’m not. I’m pretty sure my back is fucked up and I’m trapped under the table. And there’s a hole in my chest and..I think I’m gonna die here.” He pulled himself further under the table, trying to avoid being hit.
“Hang on, Du Lac. We’re coming.” Wyn worked harder against the Adept, calling to Lyra, “Priestess! I keep his attention. You take de killing swing!”
“Aine, let’s do this!” Lyra struck with her flail in a series of spins and hits. The Lolthian weapon was a silver arc through the air (<+4 to hit, White 4) and although it kept the Adept’s attention on her, she could not land the telling blow even once. “Damn it, Kovid. I have what YOU had.”
“It sucks, I know!” The dwarf replied, already moving up to force the combat with the Adept he was fighting.
Lannis was still swinging and stomping about, his back near the wall, staff flashing and smacking (Find something? 1-3 yes, 4-6 no: Pink 3 – yes!). He felt his staff thump off something instead of clacking (1-4 Sleeping Adept, 5-6 Wyn, Pink 3), low to the ground and he didn’t hear it move. “Wyn, was that you?” he asked.
Still struggling with the lone Adept and constantly looking over at Brendon and Duchess, the elf replied with a curt, “No!”
“Oh. Goodie!” and with that, Lannis probed the form once more with his foot and then proceeded to raise his staff up high and (>+1 to hit, -8 blind, Pink 20 – Critical – Max Damage!) brought it smashing down on the slumbering Adept. It woke briefly and received a smash to its face, busting its jaw and making it gurgle. “Yeah! Take that! And That!” He beat his staff up and down again and again, hitting the Salamander without pause. “You bastard! You shit! I hate you! You were a bad mentor! I’m not a moron!” His voice was getting shriller as he whacked and beat and smashed the now dead Adept, the rest of the party calling his name again and again until Lannis eventually slowed down, their voices filling his ears. “Yeah!” he ended with, hitting the dead body one more time for good measure and took a wavering breath. “And there you go.”
Abraxas could see the Duchess getting her weapon ready for another stab, calling to Brendon, “Come on out little piggy. Oink oink oink. It’s bacon time.” He held his Scythe across his body and then charged, ducking to the side of the Adept he was fighting, the Salamander slashing out at the Fighter ran past (=+2 to hit, Blue 16), cracking him in the ribs (1d6 Damage, Red/Black 4. Damage Deflection <Str, Blue 11 – Take half damage: 4/2=2 Damage!). He grunted and kept going. “I’m coming!” He called out, lowering his shoulder and hoping to rush and overrun the next Adept.
It turned to face him, holding a borrowed staff from the sleeping Adept in its hand, legs braced. The Fighter hit and the Adept did his best to trip him up (Combative: Adept Dex vs Abraxas Str: Red/Black 6 (Under by 4) vs Blue 20 (Over by 2 – this is the 2nd 20 this round). Abraxas found himself slowed as the Adept tangled with him, the Salamander hitting and grabbing, spitting and biting. He was forced back another 5’ but Abraxas could not get past to hit Duchess, who was smirking at the Fighter, her hip cocked. “Dump about 30 lbs and do some cardio and not only will you make it the finish line, you’ll last longer.”
“Nuff dis!” Wyn turned running to the thief, “I’ll kill you!”
“Come and do me, limp wrist!” she called, weapon up and ready.
The elf ran, but left his back wide open for the adept to swing at him, and it did (>+2 to hit, White 20 – Critical, Max damage –take 6 Damage (3rd 20 this round)), cracking Wyn in the skull, making his groan but pushed on. He charged for Duchess who had her sword low, ready for disemboweling, when Wyn instead (BX Baby Dex jump body slam door closed and land on feet to fight, <Dex -2, Orange 4 – yes!) sprung off the ground, clearing her blade and not hitting her as was expected, but instead he slammed into the door with one free foot, smashing it closed.
He then bounced off the door, landed to her side, and struck her with Alha’s sword at full extension (>+4 to hit, -2 penalty BXed the door, Orange 20 – Critical, Max Damage – 8 Damage to Duchess (this is the 4th 20 this round)) and slipped it under her guard and along her left arm, ripping up and slashing deep. She gasped, eyes wide, and a gold bracelet went flying after the impact, ringing off the table and landing further into the room. “You fucking dick!” she cursed, blood leaking down her arm.
“Now who be de limp wrist?”
Lyra was facing two of the Adepts now, the very wounded one and the fresher one. The Cleric was pressed hard, bouncing her shield back and forth, grunting with each miss and each buffet she took (<+2 to hit, Purple 7...>+2 to hit, Yellow 17). She was flagging, her strength fading, her body a mass of bruises and cuts (1d6 Damage, Yellow 2 – Take 2 Damage.). “Damn it,” she cried, trying to keep it together. “Guys, I really need some help over here.” (Lyra down to 3 hp)
“I’m coming to help you Lass,” Kovid replied as he caught a blow on his shoulder from the Adept he was fighting and was wobbling from the wound he had given it (<+2 to hit, Green 1 – Fumble! 1-2 Lose wpn, 3-4 dam, 5-6 stunned: Red 3 – take 1 Damage), getting the butt end of the dwarf’s hammer in its face, teeth clacking shut from the impact. “Ha! Eat it, Frogface!”
The one that had stopped Abraxas was fighting with wild abandon. “Corfard will devour you, Pink one! He will devour the world!” The Fighter took the blows where he could, dodging when able. At one point he tried to bring his Scythe around for a riposte, but the Adept had feinted, and the Fighter was overstretched, guard out of place, and he cursed, knowing he had been set up (>+2 to hit, White 20 – Critical – Max Damage – Take 6 Damage (this is the FIFTH natural 20 this round!!). The Adept’s staff cracked down on the back of his head and his great Strength could not deflect the blow. His head was ringing from the impact and his vision was dancing doubly, making his give a few paces as he struggled to clear his eyes. (Abraxas down to 3 hp!)
The one Adept left on the table tried to stab at the Scout hiding under it (>+2 to hit, -4 cover, Green 12), but could not get a blow in as Brendon pulled himself further under it, watching fearfully where the next staff blow was going to hit.
Duchess shook her head at Wyn, blocking his next two hits with her sword. She reached up to her bandolier and took one of the 4 remaining potions off of it (Wyn did note that there were 5 vials in the loops, but one was empty), and sucked it down with a grimace. “I’ll be smarter next time, Wyn D’Endee,” she offered. The elf expected to see her wounds close up from a healing potion, but he was horrified to see her body become translucent and then dissolve away to mist, the smoke sieving to the west and through the closed door.
(Initiative: Party Steel 5 vs enemy Red/Black 4)
(OOC)
It’s been a while, but a single round with this many 20’s hasn’t happened in a long time.
27 Minutes Detect Invis, 117 Light on Lannis, 17 minutes Shield spell. Lannis took out and Adept! Kovid hit! And Duchess used a potion of Gaseous Form and escaped. Three party members are at 3 hp (Brendon, Lyra, and Abraxas). Lyra is facing 2 Adepts – 1 is at 1 hp, the other is full. Kovid is facing 1 Adept with 2 hp remaining. Abraxas is facing 1 Adept that is full. There is a half wounded one on the table hampering Brendon. 1 Adept is still held in the doorway. 1 Adept is still sleeping on the floor in the middle of the room. 2 Goblins are still sleeping. And the last goblin was behind Lyra and it watching the battle right now, inching its way east towards the back wall. New round, you guys go!
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