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by waysoftheearth » Thu Jun 03, 2010 12:11 pm
waysoftheearth wrote:
On the Battlements
Ulric (1d20=1) fails to locate a satisfactory stone to put in his sling -- the rubble to hand is tiny or ridiculously large. Anwyn makes some unknowable curse in Elvish as her arrow flies over long (1d20=8), but Olaf has the better eye (1d20=15) though his shot only scratches the second hobgoblin's withered olive cheek for (1dd=1) 1 hit point as he rushes toward his sleeping fellows, shouting and banging his spear against his shield to rouse them.
In The Courtyard
Seeing the galloping Hobgoblins, Mads runs out of the doorway to protect his ensorcelled friends -- meeting the charging enemy head on before they can run anyone through with their barbed black spears. A brutal combat ensues!
(Initiative is rolled Mads 1d6=3(+1), Foe 1d6=6) "What'cha got, maggot?" sneers the the squinting Hobgoblin as he stabs left, and right, testing Mads' defenses, and soon finding an opening (1d20=17) and stabbing boldly into Mads' toughened hide carapace causing the fighting-Man grevious injury (2dd=5,2) for 5 hit points. But Mads is not finished so easily -- he grits his teeth and fights on, parrying further spear thrusts with the indigo metal haft of his antique war-axe, and at last finding space to (1d20=19) counter-strike, delivering a crushing overhead stroke for (2dd=5,1) 5 hit points that very messily splits his opponent's helm and skull down to the neck. The slain Hobgoblin thunks heavily to its knees, then topples backward with a clatter. "That's what I got," mutters Mads as he dislodges his axe...
In the Gate Arch
Flewellen throws himself prostate and lucidly begs for mercy as the Hobgoblin Captain trudges murderously toward the poor fellow, his great black mace raised for what must surely be a killing blow (best of two rolls against Flewellen's charisma 9 due to Tombowing's entertaining play; 2d6=1,4 -- just barely enough!!) and then at the last moment grabs Flewellen savagely by a handful of hair atop his head instead of splitting his skull with his mace, and continues marching down the hill toward the blockade. It is all Flewellen can do to stop himself from squealing against the pain.
"Shut yer gibbering, ya pathetic piece o' pig snot, or I'll rip yer filthy tongue out an eat it!" growls the Captain without looking down at his captive, marching mercilessly onward...
Back in the Courtyard
Meanwhile (1d6 for Krystin, Taines, Victor, Caine to wake=3,1,2,5) back in the courtyard Krystin and Caine are roused by the din of battle, and find themselves lying uncomfortably on cold, wet cobblestones in the middle of a melee!
(1d6 for five sleeping Hobgoblins to awake=5,3,6,4,2) Two of the ensorcelled Hobgoblins also raise their squinting heads in confusion, and realise their awkward positions!
[f=32]
Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak,
lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges;
torch[/f]
