BX is so unforgiving regarding hit points! As they've been carving up stronger and stronger foes, they've had a wobbling hit point issue. And Lyra went down this round.
Follows:
THREE HUNDRED NINETY THREE
(I/C)
"Woo, go team!” Lannis cheered, all three of the wizard’s glancing back at the wounded Fighter with a smile. “Fuck that cat up, I'll be back here protecting Abraxas."
"Watch out amigos,” Abraxas advised, drawing his stone dagger and checking its weight. “El gato es muy peligroso. No me gusta todos ese beasts."
Clanging his sword on his shield, Wyn got ready to attack, “Dwarfriend, you gonna do de most damage, so you hit dis ting first to try and get de most benefit from de Pause spell. Based on de odds, we probably gonna have two rounds of fighting dis ting... unless de odds be in our favor en we really damage it... so be ready fer some damage.”
“Great!” Kovid laughed. “I am SO ready!”
“Du Lac, I’ll go last. De cat be more likely to hit de first guy or de last guy. Offop, fire dat spell off after de dwarf goes.”
“Wow!” Lannis muttered from the door, already working his Dart spell up, “Will you let us know when we can stop and use the potty too? Sheesh!”
“Just tryin to make sure we are all dewin de best we can,” Wyn replied with a frown. “Bein’ prepared.” He snapped his fingers and drew out the ball of yarn. “One more ting…” he waved it at the still paused panther and then tossed it away from the party. “Worth a shot, Oui?”
“Ah yes,” Lyra nodded with some sarcasm, “surely a ball of yarn will quell the beast after we beat the shit out of it and killed its mother.”
“Ok du Lac. Do yer count.”
The Scout nodded, sword back, staring at the dwarf, “On the count of three, let’s put the sick pet down. Uno, dos, three!”
Kovid cracked his hammer against the ground, wound up, all the while saying, “Bad Piddles. Mommy is ashamed of you. Also she’s dead as a door nail. I cracked her ribs like I’m going to crack your face.” And then he swung (>+6 to hit,+4 paused, Yellow 13), the Theystran Hammer leaving a streak behind as it arced over and SLAMMED into the panther’s head (1d8+3 Damage, Yellow 4+3=7 Damage!), causing it to drop back a step, yowl in pain, and the fog that was obscuring its attention…disappeared like ice in a fire.
“Hey, Kitkat! Take a break! IN BET GRAV!” Lannis fired off a scintillating pink dart (1d4 Damage, Pink 3), slamming it into the panther’s flank, making it snarl at the wizard and his images. “That didn’t come from me! It was the dwarf!!”
Lyra was already beating at the panther, her flail smacking and slamming out, chain rattling (>+4 to hit, White 9), giving Piddles a few glancing hits, but nothing solid. “Stand still!”
Brendon was thrusting from his side of the panther and Wyn took that as the opportunity to hit – both the elf and Scout applying their strikes hard and around the same time. Meanwhile Abraxas was in the hall, calling out advice like, “No! To the side! No other side! Move the cat! I need to hit…Come on! No, your left!”
Wyn’s enchanted short sword struck (>+6 to hit, Orange 13) deep, scoring a blow down to the muscle (1d6+2 damage, Orange 4+4=6 Damage!). Meanwhile Brendon’s attack was not as effective (<+4 to hit, Red 7), scoring a few slashes through the fur, but the panther shrugged them off. It was bleeding pretty good by this time, but there was still plenty of fight left in it.
Finally able to get a shot at it, Abraxas held his stone dagger by the point and HURLED it with a grunt (<+4 to hit, Blue 1 – Fumble! 1-2 hit friend, 3-4 stun, 5-6 hit self..Blue 1 – Hit Friend!. 1-2 Lannis, 3-4 Lyra, 5- Brendon, 6-Wyn. Blue 2 – Lannis. 1d4 Damage Blue 2 (not important – Mirror image popped). And it hit one of the wizard’s images in the back of the head. Briefly we could see the image stagger forward, eyes bugging out and in pain as the stone dagger lodged itself in its skull before it winked out of existence. “Damn. My bad!”
“Your bad!?!” Lannis shrieked. “That could have been ME!”
“Lo Siento.”
“Sorry? Ram that sorry right up your ass! I’ll BET you did that on purpose!”
“One of your images stepped in front of the dagger. It could have happened to anyone.”
“But it was ME!!” Lannis placed one hand on his chest, expression one of hurt. “Can you imagine how that would make me feel!!?”
(Attack: 1-3 Kovid, 4, Wyn, 5, Lyra, 6 Brendon: Red/Black 4 – Wyn)
Already being struck a few times, Piddles was sweeping out its claws, roaring at the group as it whirled around and around. But when the time came, it hit the elf with a sudden barrage of attacks. Its claws came about (>+5 to hit, White 20 –Critical – Max Damage, Take 4 Damage!) as it jumped up and HIT the elf right in the face. It was only luck that had his close his eyes and duck otherwise it could have been much worse. “Ahh!” Already hit, he was unable to get his shield up in time for the next claw strikes (>+5 to hit, White 16) and took a buffeting along his flank (1d4 Damage, Blue 2). “Ahhh! Sacre blu!” Suspecting a final assault was coming he did get his shield up and danced back, swinging his blade (<+5 to hit, White 9), and kept the worst bites from connecting. “Damned Piddles!”
(Initiative, Party Steel 4 vs Red/Black 5)
(1-2 Stay on Wyn, 3-4 Kovid, 5, Lyra, 6- Brendon. Blue 5 – Lyra)
As his defense was stiffening up, the panther pivoted and leapt forward, bringing its anger and fury to the Cleric next. “No! No! Not me! She hated Lannis! You should attack him! Abraxas did, be like Abraxas! OUCH!” The cat’s claws tore into the cleric’s midsection, hitting chain and ripping down, drawing some blood through the armor (=+5 to hit, Green 12). She gasped on being struck (1d4 Damage, Red/Balc 1 – Take 1 Damage!), whimpering ,”Give me a break! I have 4 damned hit points left!” It’s next strikes also hit but she was able to blunt most of them (<+5 to hit, Teal 3), turning the worst of them away.
“You’ve got this, Lass!” Kovid cheered, hammer up and ready to strike hard to put the beast down.
At that point Piddles did launch its final attack, and did so by leaping up and opening its mouth wide, clearing Lyra’s shield and striking the Cleric in the neck (>+5 to hit, Green 14). She yelled loudly and then it was cut off as the panther BIT down hard (1d8 Damage, Red/Black 4), crushing her windpipe and puncturing the soft skin of her neck – dropping the cleric to the ground where she fell eyes staring up, gagging softly as she slowly died at Piddles’ feet (Cleric at ZERO – will be dead in 10 minutes without healing (she has a COT – goes off in 6 minutes) or if she hits Negative 5).
It placed its front paw on her chest, Lyra’s blood coating its face and muzzle, and snarled at the party, roaring in victory.
“Fuck.”
Time now is Day 9, 12:09 PM
(OOC)
Bottom of the round. Looking bleak here. Piddles is STILL up and standing (although an experienced guess, its’ rocking under 1/3rd hit points left).
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