Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Campaign (ToEE) - Continued

[Dog Moon]

"So we're going to fight without an escape route?" Deren says with a frown. "So basically, we're going to be fighting to the death. If we die, I just hope we don't turn into Zombies who are going to fight the next group of people sent to investigate this area."

Deren readies another dagger, ready to throw it at the first man who takes a step upon the stairs.

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon turns back to his companions, speaking in as low a voice as can still be heard by them. "As much as I hate to suggest this. I think our only chance is to fight our way through to the exit and retreat again. They are out there, but they are still fortifying the main hall. If we leave now we may make it."

[InVinoVeritas]

Ciaran nods. "Fine, Shoon. Lead the way."

[Rhun]

Next IC post will be tonight; If you have something you want to do, please have your post up by then.

[Voadam]

Having covered the stairs with caltrops after the rest of the party came up Sir Merrick says "Ignore the ones down below, we cut our way out now. Follow me!" Sir Merrick heads out at brisk pace and hurls his javelin at the first sign of an enemy.

[Dire Lemming]

Hesitant to go first, Shoon is bolstered into action by Sir Merrick and quickly follows him out, tossing a Sai at the nearest foe in range.

[Rhun]

To make things easier, I've given your group initiative...I determined order based on your initiative bonus...

Merrick rushes out the door, followed by Shoon. Deren and Aeron come next, followed by Ciaran. Zirat takes rear guard, and is satisfied when he hears the cries of pain from the stairs as the pursuers encounter Merrick's caltrops.

A large number of humanoid and human troops have taken up defensive positions, many with bows or other ranged weapons...though great pillars of the hall protect you as much as them though, and the first few bolts fired your way clatter of the marble of the massive plinths.


Actions?

Shoon
Deren
Ciaran
Merrick
Zirat
Aeron

Enemies



-MAP-

[Dire Lemming]

OOC: Ooo, great, where was the exit?

[InVinoVeritas]

OOC: I think it's at the bottom where it says, "Entry Point."

Ciaran fishes for his Shield scroll and casts it on himself. "Around the corner to the right, and expect lots of firepower along the way."

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon immediately starts heading for the exit. He tries to keep a pillar between himself and the enemies when he isn't moving, and keeps aware for any enemies waiting to cut them off.

Spot +5

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Zirat consumes one of his potions and move to the nearest pillar

Protection from evil

[Dichotomy]

OOC

Sorry. I've been trying to post for a few days, but it seems every time I have the time to do it, the blasted site just won't cooperate. Anyone else having such issues?

I'm simply moving as fast as I can to the exit.

Aeron, guessing the strong likelihood that he is the slowest, or at least one of the slowest, in the group, strives hard to keep up. The cleric huffs as he trots after Sir Merrick's lead, occasionally glancing at the others to make sure none are left behind.

[Rhun]

Originally Posted by Dichotomy

Sorry. I've been trying to post for a few days, but it seems every time I have the time to do it, the blasted site just won't cooperate. Anyone else having such issues?

I am having the exact same issues, which is why I have been so slow to post lately.

[Rhun]

Shoon immediately starts heading for the exit. He tries to keep a pillar between himself and the enemies when he isn't moving, and keeps aware for any enemies waiting to cut them off.

[DEREN]

Ciaran fishes for his Shield scroll and casts it on himself. "Around the corner to the right, and expect lots of firepower along the way."

[MERRICK]

Zirat consumes one of his potions and move to the nearest pillar

Aeron, guessing the strong likelihood that he is the slowest, or at least one of the slowest, in the group, strives hard to keep up. The cleric huffs as he trots after Sir Merrick's lead, occasionally glancing at the others to make sure none are left behind.




Actions for Merrick and Deren? Also, if you don't like your positions, let me know...

Shoon: move
Deren
Ciaran: cast shield from scroll, move
Merrick
Zirat: drinks potion of protection from evil, move
Aeron: move

Enemies



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[Voadam]

Sir Merrick moves forward and hurls a javelin at the closest humanoid he sees, hoping to cause the enemy to hesitate as the party moves out towards the exit. "Keep up Prophet."

[Dog Moon]

"Fireworks are good," Deren says in reply as he follows the group as fast as his short legs will take him. Due to his speed, he will take a double movement, attempting to keep pillars in the way.

[Rhun]

Using the magic of handwavium...figured this would be an easier way to get the game going again.



Though the rush to escape is harrowing, with the arrows and bolts of the Temple guard's whizzing through the air all around you, you finally exit the great side door and gain the weed-strewn yard of the Temple compound. Merrick curses at the arrow lodged in his thigh, but not having time to ponder the group rushes across the compound and into the dark and gnarled forest beyond.

The Temple guards pursue in mass, at least a score of their black and brown clad forms exiting behind you. Still, your lead is large enough, and they seem unwilling to enter the forest and continue their pursuit as you head deeper into the woods...

[Dire Lemming]

When he notices the enemy slowing their pursuit Shoon quickly slows his flight as well. He hisses at his nearest companion. "Now, while they are losing their momentum, we must counter-attack before we miss our chance again!" He stops behind a tree to get a better idea of how many enemies are still in pursuit.

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

This is useless.
The Gladiator sighs while taking out his water skin to take a gulp.
We are keeping failing and now we can be sure that they'll not sit and wait but be on guard and ambush. We must try another way. I say through underground maze, below the tower. This is our only chance, we must avoid the magic user and press on.

[Dichotomy]

Aeron slows and, huffing great gulps of air from his exertion, looks with dismay between Shoon and Zirat. "I see..." he struggles for breath, "reasons for both courses. We have them in the open. But even then, if we die fighting them, such will serve little for the glory of the Shining One, and will serve even less for our captive companion."

The cleric looks to Sir Merrick, clearly seeking some decision, but unwilling to make it himself.