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I fired off a flame burst at the two archers, hoping to distract them enough to spoil their aim. I then ducked into cover by jumping on the bed next to me, in case I'd annoyed them...
Scorching burst between archers, move north two squares. FELIPE NO ![]() ![]() |
Brigid darts around to fill the position Motsognir had so recently vacated, but her sickle swing bounces harmlessly off the soldier's shield.
Bob singes the eyebrows off of the hobgoblin archers, leaving them with a permanent expression of mild surprise. 8 damage to each archer Unwilling to leave their perch to wreak revenge on Bob for their tragic depilation, they focus fire on Brigid for no other good reason but that she is visible and not apparently injured. Despite their careful aim, her eyebrows remain intact. 14 damage The dragon continues battering poor abandoned Argumentus, scratching him up with his sharp claws. 5 damage ![]() What, you don't want my bikini-clad body? |
The dwarf sidled up to the southern enemy soggy had gone after and promptly buried his axe into the creature's waist. Just to be a dick.
Divine Strength Radiant Smite Jam it back in, in the dark. ![]() John Mayer just asked me, personally, through an assistant, to sing backup on his new CD. |
"Hep me skeles! I make you free!"
Argumentus retreats towards the stairs as far as he can and prepares for a full defense. Most amazing jew boots |
Gabriel hacks away at the much-abused soldier, more or less out of a sense of obligation.
13 damage, soldier bloodied Argumentus flees as quickly as he can in the deep and murky water. It's not especially quick. The dragon takes another swipe at him as he waddles away. 7 damage Having completely failed to form any kind of effective barrier, the soldiers shift northward to attempt pressure from another direction. They flail their flails at their foes, but their flail flailing is a failure. ![]() This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. |
Seeing as opening, Motsognir left the guards and attacked the big man hisself.
Walk over to Warcaster Viper's Strike on that there Warcaster I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body? |
Motsognir strolls away from the Soldiers, seemingly indifferent to the brutal flailing he incurs thereby.
16 damage, Motsognir bloodied Having (barely) survived the gauntlet, he proceeds to help the Warcaster lose a few pounds via crude surgery. 11 damage A crackle of electricity flows from the warcaster's hand and crackles up and down his quarterstaff. He swings the electrified bludgeon at Motsognir's head, but the dwarf ducks at the last second. ![]() I was speaking idiomatically. |
Soggy isn't doing too well. Just thinking about him against the dragon... not that he doesn't have it coming to him, what with how reluctant he was to leave imminent danger, but I do so hate to see the youngins hurt, unless it's me doin' the whippin'.
Needin' help so soon vexes me mighty bad... "Y'alright over there?" Healing Word at Soggy One step north Righteous Brand on the soldier NW, with bonus to Gabriel How ya doing, buddy? |
The swirl of battle had brought the warriors uncomfortably close to my position of relative safely. Not wishing to fall within range of their flails, I retreated down the steps a short distance, making sure I was still covered from any attacks by the archers. Looking to aid my companions, noticing that the more intelligent of the dwarves looked half defeated already, I once again unleashed my mighty fireball powers only this time, targetting the two goblins engaged in melee combat.
Move four squares south, Scorching Burst on square north of closest goblin FELIPE NO ![]() ![]() |
Brigid manages to pull Soggy back from the brink, but still can't get a hit in through the soldiers' shield wall.
Motsognir gains 11 HP. (15) Bob throws fire on the too-close-for-comfort soldiers, but one of them manages to heap further injury upon the one already wounded. 9 damage to right soldier Bob's partial descent down the stairs gives the archers a clear shot at him, and they hasten his glorious transformation into an ersatz pincushion. Critical hit! 14 damage, 6 damage. --- "Why are you running?" grumbles the dragon. "I mean, what did you think was going to happen? 'Oh, there's the dragon, I hope he grants me a wish! I want a pony!' " He catches up, and very nearly bites off Argumentus' arm. The skeletons rifle through the dragon's treasure heaps in search of some way to aid their rescuer. They uncover a small bottle. Assembling a tiny raft from chunks of random debris, they set the little potion on a miniature sea voyage. Job well done, they pat each other on the back and resume frolicking. ![]() What, you don't want my bikini-clad body? |
The dwarf simply unleashed a pleasant strike on the already bloodied enemy.
Bolstering Strike on gobbylin. Jam it back in, in the dark. ![]() John Mayer just asked me, personally, through an assistant, to sing backup on his new CD. |
"I try hep! You shard look owwie! Me sorry!"
Argumentus continues moving towards the staircase, finishing with another full defense. There's nowhere I can't reach. |
Gabe, like Brigid before him, can't quite manage to get his blade past the massed shields of the soldiers.
Argumentus continues gradually getting away, narrowly avoiding another bite aimed at his head. The soldiers' counterattack on Gabe is not especially effective either. 5 damage ![]() This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. |
Motsognir heals a little, than keeps a-hackin' away.
Second Wind Viper's Strike, again I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body? |
Soggy takes a deep breath and heaves his greataxe into the warcaster's midsection, smacking him down to the floor.
Motsognir +6 HP (21). Critical Hit! 16 damage, warcaster knocked prone and bloodied The caster staggers back to his feet and makes another failed attempt to bludgeon Motsognir with his electrified staff. ![]() I was speaking idiomatically. |
That fragile dwarf be doin' jes' fine after speakin' nice to 'im, mebbe I'll try that from now on.
Second Wind Hide from archers in NE corner What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?
Last edited by Sarag; Nov 13, 2008 at 04:08 PM.
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I was dying. A badly thoughtout evasive move away from the nearest fighters had given the archers a clear shot at me and I had been struck by two viscious barbs. I could feel my life's blood oozing out through the wounds and not for the first time since winding up in this hellhole, thanked my lucky stars I had been wearing the fetching silk undershirt my friend Tarquin the Magnificent had given me for my birthday, the fabric clinging to the barbs on the arrow and stopping them ripping my flesh to ribbons.
I tried to take stock of the situation but the pain was blurring my vision. I saw the ugly dwarf and the child hacking uselessly at the upraised shields of their goblin adversaries, the clever dwarf was locked in combat with the enemy mage but looked as unsteady on his feet as I and of the big human there was no sign at all and I feared he must have fallen victim to the dragon. This was no time for despair though, this was a time for action. I grit my teeth and put all thoughts of pain from my mind. With a mighty roar I wrenched the arrows from out of me and defiantly cast them to the floor. The dwarves and the child were more than a match for a couple of goblins and the big guy probably needed help. If I was going to die here, it was not going to be alone. I retreated to a safe corner and gathered my strength, ready for action. Move south one, east one which should keep me clear from the archers, if not I'll go further down the stairs. Healing surgey thing. FELIPE NO ![]()
Last edited by Fluffykitten McGrundlepuss; Nov 13, 2008 at 05:06 PM.
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Brigid and Bob both retreat to cover to heal.
Brigid's HP +7 (26), Bob's HP +5 (08) The archers fire on Gabriel with an effectiveness roughly equivalent to his attempts to batter away at their allies. Everyone's armor is getting a little dented but that's about it. The dragon (sighing gustily) catches up with Argumentus once again, making a failed attempt to claw his head off. "Look, would you just — it'll be over in a minute, criminy." ![]() What, you don't want my bikini-clad body? |
The dwarf growled at the still healthy goblin and then lit into the bloodied one with a frustrated sigh.
"Just... Just die already. Christ." valiant strike Jam it back in, in the dark. ![]() John Mayer just asked me, personally, through an assistant, to sing backup on his new CD. |
Argumentus continues moving towards the stairs. If Argumentus is to die he resolves all others must die with him. Finishes with another full defense.
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Frustrated, Gabriel finally finds an opening in the soldier's defenses and cuts him down.
12 damage, soldier killed Argumentus continues his waddle toward the stairs, with the dragon making yet another lazy swipe at him. The surviving soldier, bereft of aid, bonks Gabe over the head and backpedals toward the corner. 7 damage to Gabriel ![]() This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. |
"Why mess with a proven plan?" thinks Motsognir.
Viper's Strike again I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body? |
Motsognir's lucky streak continues as he divests the warcaster of several important fingers.
9 damage to warcaster Realizing the uselessness of his electric attack, the warcaster returns to having the floor throw Soggy around like a sack of potatoes. 9 damage; Motsognir thrown back 2 squares ![]() I was speaking idiomatically. |
Moves S of Warcaster
Righteous Brand on Warcaster, bonus to Gabriel How ya doing, buddy? |
Feeling slightly refreshed, I cautiously headed down the stairs to see what fate had befallen my large companion. This was clearly a suicidal move but my morbid curiosity had taken control of my legs and try though I might, I could not will myself to not go and have a look. After all, it's not everyday you get to see a dragon feeding and last time I had tried, the queues at Mountain Worlde Cayve Lyfe Centre had been so long that by the time I had got into the enclosure, feeding time was all but over and there were only a couple of Kobolds left running around for the beasts to snack on. I had been hoping to get there early and pay the extra 5gp to throw one in but Quentin the Despicable insisted we go to the petting section and stroke a Cave Troll. Quentin always was a sucker for cute, doe eyed hunks of living rock.
As I edged down the stairs, listening for the crack of bones and noisy splatter of blood being drained from a headless human, I was amazed to see that the big guy was still alive! He was wading through the water as fast as he was able, trying to escape the attentions of the dragon who was swatting ineffectually at his retreating back. Tears of joy welled in my eyes at the sight of my valiant minion alive and well and I knew I had to save him. Figuring that slowing the thing down might prove the best initial gambit, I raised my staff and whistled the soft melody that accompanied my sleep spell, hoping that the tales I'd heard of dragons being almost completely impervious to magic had been gross exagerations. Move down the stairs just far enough so I can see the dragon by crouching down but not so far that I present a big enough target for it to be tempted to use it's all-slaying breath attack on me, cast Sleep on a square that'll hit the dragon and miss Argumentus FELIPE NO ![]() |