Well, Dieter is no gentleman, but he'll press the attack anyway.waysoftheearth wrote:Dieter has 1 hit-point remaining.
Gentlemen, your intentions for round two please.
And as for hit points? I only need one!
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Waysoftheearth's Hinterlands PBP
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coffee wrote:
And as for hit points? I only need one!
And as for hit points? I only need one!
[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]
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
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waysoftheearth wrote:
Ulric knows that The Word of Anthracite Sufferance will produce either a wide arc or a long jet of flame, but in either case it is not a precision instrument. That aside, firing into a melee is always a risky business -- which is made all the more dangerous with an area effect weapon.danhem wrote:OOC: Depending upon the availability of targets, Ulric will either target multiple opponents with a sheet of flame or if he cannot do so without injuring his comrades, he will strike a single target. His first choice is the herald but only if he has a clean shot.
[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]
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
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danhem wrote:
Considering his lack of targets, Ulric stops his incantation and draws his father's sword, ready to defend himself if any of the beast-men break through the warriors line.
Considering his lack of targets, Ulric stops his incantation and draws his father's sword, ready to defend himself if any of the beast-men break through the warriors line.
[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]
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
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waysoftheearth wrote:
Beyond the main fray Anwyn sees (her sight still good in the failing light) one of the spear hurling foe is now charging into the melee, while the other is kicking his sleeping fellows.
She chooses her target and lets fly another arrow at the charging fellow. This time her aim could hardly be truer (1d20=19) and her shaft punches through the grisly creature's throat (1dd=5) for 5 hit points. The arrow is caught half way out the back of his scrawny neck as he is knocked from his feet in mid charge, falling flat on his back, twitching and gurgling...
In the noisome melee, initiative is rolled (Victor 1d6=6, Mads 1d6=4(+1), Dieter 1d6=3(+1), Rodrick 1d6=3(-1), Olaf 1d6=2, the enemy 1d6=2).
Victor takes an early opportunity, swinging his morningstar mightily at the Herald (1d20=18) and lands a ringing blow (2dd=1, 2) for 2 hit points. Mads dodges a foray from the right-hand-man and replies in kind (1d20=12), but his attack is turned against the foe's shield. Wounded Dieter fights on heroically, aiming his gleaming sword edge at the Herald (1d20=5), but his disport is in vain in the infernal near-dark!
Rodrick, Olaf and the enemy all strike simultaneously.
"Whatever you be, your flesh will make good eating," snarls the right-hand-man, his blue-black tongue licking his sallow lip before he lashes back at Mads with his evil, curved blade (1d20=11). Despite his goading, he is mindful not to overcommit, and his aim is short.
The Herald turns against Victor. "You will suffer for that!" he hisses through yellowed fangs, and with a series of parries and vicious slashes (1d20=13) he manages to evade Dieter and score a viperous wound against Victor (2dd=6,4) for 6 hit-points.
Meanwhile, Rodrick yanks the ball of his flail from the messy skull cavity of his slain foe as Olaf and his foe trade blows repeatedly. Even Olaf's eyes cannot see in the dark (1d20=3), and he cannot meet his target. The enemy, however, is not so disadvantaged, and lands a vicious blow on Olaf (1d20=14) for (2dd=2,4) 4 hit-points, as to his flank, Rodrick heaves his flail about in a gruesome arc, but fails to connect (1d20=8).
Ulric wisely thinks the better of employing The Word of Anthracite Sufferance, and instead draws his father's trusty sword. Caine too, is at his side, a cuspate dagger ready in each hand.
In the gloom beyond the fighting, Taines plonks himself down (dexterity 7) next to his gaoler and fumbles about (hands behind his back) for the keys. At last he grabs them in his strong mits and yanks them off the gaoler's belt. "Whaaa??" the gaoler hisses, shaking his ugly head in surprise. Nearby, the other two creatures are being roused from their somnolence by the remaining spear hurler...
Beyond the main fray Anwyn sees (her sight still good in the failing light) one of the spear hurling foe is now charging into the melee, while the other is kicking his sleeping fellows.
She chooses her target and lets fly another arrow at the charging fellow. This time her aim could hardly be truer (1d20=19) and her shaft punches through the grisly creature's throat (1dd=5) for 5 hit points. The arrow is caught half way out the back of his scrawny neck as he is knocked from his feet in mid charge, falling flat on his back, twitching and gurgling...
In the noisome melee, initiative is rolled (Victor 1d6=6, Mads 1d6=4(+1), Dieter 1d6=3(+1), Rodrick 1d6=3(-1), Olaf 1d6=2, the enemy 1d6=2).
Victor takes an early opportunity, swinging his morningstar mightily at the Herald (1d20=18) and lands a ringing blow (2dd=1, 2) for 2 hit points. Mads dodges a foray from the right-hand-man and replies in kind (1d20=12), but his attack is turned against the foe's shield. Wounded Dieter fights on heroically, aiming his gleaming sword edge at the Herald (1d20=5), but his disport is in vain in the infernal near-dark!
Rodrick, Olaf and the enemy all strike simultaneously.
"Whatever you be, your flesh will make good eating," snarls the right-hand-man, his blue-black tongue licking his sallow lip before he lashes back at Mads with his evil, curved blade (1d20=11). Despite his goading, he is mindful not to overcommit, and his aim is short.
The Herald turns against Victor. "You will suffer for that!" he hisses through yellowed fangs, and with a series of parries and vicious slashes (1d20=13) he manages to evade Dieter and score a viperous wound against Victor (2dd=6,4) for 6 hit-points.
Meanwhile, Rodrick yanks the ball of his flail from the messy skull cavity of his slain foe as Olaf and his foe trade blows repeatedly. Even Olaf's eyes cannot see in the dark (1d20=3), and he cannot meet his target. The enemy, however, is not so disadvantaged, and lands a vicious blow on Olaf (1d20=14) for (2dd=2,4) 4 hit-points, as to his flank, Rodrick heaves his flail about in a gruesome arc, but fails to connect (1d20=8).
Ulric wisely thinks the better of employing The Word of Anthracite Sufferance, and instead draws his father's trusty sword. Caine too, is at his side, a cuspate dagger ready in each hand.
In the gloom beyond the fighting, Taines plonks himself down (dexterity 7) next to his gaoler and fumbles about (hands behind his back) for the keys. At last he grabs them in his strong mits and yanks them off the gaoler's belt. "Whaaa??" the gaoler hisses, shaking his ugly head in surprise. Nearby, the other two creatures are being roused from their somnolence by the remaining spear hurler...
[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]
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
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waysoftheearth wrote:
Dieter has 1 hit-point remaining.
Rodrick has 4 hit-points remaining.
Victor has 5 hit-points remaining.
Olaf has 2 hit-points remaining.
The Herald has been slightly wounded. The right hand man is sorely wounded, and Olaf opponent is slightly wounded (by Caine).
The three rousing enemy will find themselves surprised in the up-coming round.
Gentlemen, your intentions for round three please.
Dieter has 1 hit-point remaining.
Rodrick has 4 hit-points remaining.
Victor has 5 hit-points remaining.
Olaf has 2 hit-points remaining.
The Herald has been slightly wounded. The right hand man is sorely wounded, and Olaf opponent is slightly wounded (by Caine).
The three rousing enemy will find themselves surprised in the up-coming round.
Gentlemen, your intentions for round three please.
[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]
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
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tombowings wrote:
In accustom with his knightly training, Rodrick lashes out at the herald with flail, hoping to take him down before he can do any more damage to his compatriots.
In accustom with his knightly training, Rodrick lashes out at the herald with flail, hoping to take him down before he can do any more damage to his compatriots.
[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]
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
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billhooks wrote:
I'm pretty sure we're boned, but I suppose Victor can take the heat for one more round.
I'm pretty sure we're boned, but I suppose Victor can take the heat for one more round.
[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]
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
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tombowings wrote:
"Have faith my comrade. The Almighty Thuul smiles down upon us. It is with his scales our lives are judged. Now take this fair Harold, Thuul's will be done."
"Have faith my comrade. The Almighty Thuul smiles down upon us. It is with his scales our lives are judged. Now take this fair Harold, Thuul's will be done."
[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]
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
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Harry wrote:
(OOC - DM is Taines's legs bound, or just his arms?)
(OOC - DM is Taines's legs bound, or just his arms?)
[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]
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]
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waysoftheearth wrote:
[img]defaultavatar.png[/img]/post/47172/threadApr 2, 2010 19:50:02 GMT -6 @jharris said:(OOC - DM is Taines's legs bound, or just his arms?)
Taines, your legs are unbound.
Your hands are manacled behind your back, and a chain has been wrapped around your torso so that your arms are more-or-less pinned to your body. It is by this chain that your captors have been dragging you along like a wretched dog on a leash.
You were gagged with a filthy piece of rope after they tired of your almighty swearing and cursing.
[img]defaultavatar.png[/img]/post/47172/threadApr 2, 2010 19:50:02 GMT -6 @jharris said:(OOC - DM is Taines's legs bound, or just his arms?)
Taines, your legs are unbound.
Your hands are manacled behind your back, and a chain has been wrapped around your torso so that your arms are more-or-less pinned to your body. It is by this chain that your captors have been dragging you along like a wretched dog on a leash.
You were gagged with a filthy piece of rope after they tired of your almighty swearing and cursing.
[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]
Hirelings: Georges; torch[/f]