Immersive Ink

heartless wrote:
Krystin presses the attack on the Boson and shouts, "Come on and stop fighting like a girl."

waysoftheearth wrote:
Taines holds the two bound Hobgoblin captives down, neer too gently, with a muddy boot up one's face and the flat of his heavy axe blade upon the other's. Ulric mutters something unrecognisable, but does not act rashly or otherwise, as Mads strides over to a fallen Hobgoblin and picks up the fellow's black spear. It is a crude looking weapon; the haft is thick, black and hardly straight, and there are vicious barbs about its serrated, metal dagger-head.

Meanwhile Olaf grasps his up-ended sword hilt in both hands as he hops lightly to a sleeping Hobgoblin and plunges the blade deeply through the fellow's rib-cage. There is an awful crunch as his sword grinds through mail, bone and gristle -- the hapless solider chokes on his own shriek as he thrashes to wakefulness for one searing moment, then gurgles out his last breath. His sleeping fellow (1d6=3) does not rouse despite the imminent danger...

Meanwhile the central contest for the field clamours on violently.

(Initiative is rolled; Dieter 1d6=3(+1), Crystin 1d6=1, The Captain 1d6=5, The Boson 1d6=6. Caine will attack last as he first has to move into position. Flewellen will dally until after Caine and/or Olaf have joined the attack)

"I'll eat yer filthy Elfin tongue!" seethes the Boson at Crystin's taunt as he pummels at her with renewed spite. He punches at her with his fat knuckles, and batters aside her feint counter-strike with his shield and vicious lashing of his razor whip...

"Har har!" smirks the Captain at Dieter, crashing his black mace against the fighting-Man's shield, and then evading Dieter's wild slash with a hasty side-step. "I'll finish you this time!" he sneers, sensing an advantage and thrashing his mace first left, then right at Dieter's dented helm (1d20=11), but Dieter dodges right, and then deflects the head blow with a ringing clash of his blade.

At the very same moment, Crystin is pushed wide by the vulgar Boson's superior strength. He reacts instantly and his arm proves too quick and strong (1d20=17). His razor whip rents the Elf-maiden for (1dd=4) 5 hit points -- tearing apart her supple leather collar and slashing open her pale throat in an awful red splatter. Crystin gasps, her eyes wide and staring as she staggers to her knees. "Girrrl, hmmph!" snorts the Boson cruelly, and rips his whip back as Crystin tumbles into the mud with a clatter.

Dieter responds furiously, valiantly deflecting whatever blow the Captain offers, and stabbing and slashing furiously (1d20=12) driving the big Hobgoblin back a step or two, but neither fighter can pierce the defense of the other.

But totally unbeknown to either of the preoccupied Hobgoblin fighters, Caine sidles silently up behind them, panther-like as he readies his strike -- a gleaming, down-turned blade in each hand his lethal fangs. He looks past the Boson's invitingly fat and unarmoured back, and instead springs at the Captain (1d20=14), plunging his knife blade deep into the trapezoidal region of the warrior's thick, muscular neck with lethal accuracy for (2dd=4,6) 6 hit points! "Arghhed! Treachery!!" roars the Captain, staggerred by the devious blow, but somehow managing to fling Caine aside all the same -- the Man's knife still stuck in his back.

waysoftheearth wrote:
Woe is you, Crystin lies slain upon the field!

The Captain is nearly beaten by Caine's treacherous knife in the back.

The Boson is unhurt, and one sleeping Hobgoblin yet lives, as do the two captives in Taines' keeping.

The remainder of the labourers and soldiers have fled the field.


Your intentions please?

makofan wrote:
Caine presses the attack (he has many daggers)

coffee wrote:
Dieter, too, presses the attack. He'll take all the help he can get; the job is to put this guy down.

eris wrote:
Olaf, shifts his attack to the Hob Captain stabbing at him with his sword from a flanking position.

"Surrender or die!" he shouts, "For we have you now!"

tombowings wrote:
Shocked to see one of his rescuers fall, Flewellen takes his dagger can charges at the captain. Sure that his stranger was a better than he, Flewellen seeks revenge for his spilt blood.

waysoftheearth wrote:
(Initiative is rolled; Olaf 1d6=6, Flewellen 1d6=4, Caine 1d6=2(+1), The Captain 1d6=3, Mads 1d6=2(+1), Dieter 1d6=1(+1), The Boson 1d6=2)

With the Hobgoblin Captain still reeling from Caine's sneak attack, Olaf leaps into the fray from the flank (1d20=18) and with one clean flash of his bright sword he hacks off the brute's ugly head with one lightning stroke causing (2dd=4,5) 6 hit points. Olaf's blade flings out an arc of hot, black blood as the decapitated Goblin body thunks to the ground heavily, still jangling and twitching!

"Not tha Captain!" Squeals the fat Boson, as Dieter, Caine, Mads and Flewellen all close upon him to finish the messy melee, but despite them raining attacks upon him, none can pierce his frantic defense (1d20; flewellen=3, Caine=1, Dieter=8, Mads=9).

"I surrendas!" howls the Boson as he fends off blow after blow, "I surrendas!"


(1d6=3) All this while, the sleeping Hobgoblin solider does not rouse.


Your intentions?

eris wrote:
"Hold!" shouts Olaf, "Give him quarter, for he may have answers to questions we can put to him."

Having said it, Olaf steps back, but with shield still high...just in case, "Drop you weapon and get down on your face, and maybe we will spare your life."

tombowings wrote:
Flewellen stride solemnly over to Krystin's body and mutters a few words under his breath as he closes the elf's eyes.