Dark_Jackalope
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OOC: Those two dots outside are Carver and Dragen. They'll be able to make a move on the outer guard.
The Game of Kings
MadMaxim
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Partash watches as Doral acts on his gut feeling and quickly acts to incapacitate the captain: "You had better not touch that woman again, you pitiful excuse for a man..." Partash raises both his hands to make some strange motions with his hands as he utters a prayer to il-Yannah in Quori and points at the captain. "Your incompetence will be obvious for all to see... Captain..."
After finishing of his spell, Partash retrieves his mace from his backpack and readies himself for combat.
OOC: Partash casts curse of ill fortune on the captain. He casts it defensively if there's any chance of getting struck down by a nearby guard. Then he draws his heavy mace.
After finishing of his spell, Partash retrieves his mace from his backpack and readies himself for combat.
OOC: Partash casts curse of ill fortune on the captain. He casts it defensively if there's any chance of getting struck down by a nearby guard. Then he draws his heavy mace.
stonegod
Spawn of Khyber/LEB Judge
The kobold curses to himself as the others blow the ruse for nothing more than the girl's churlishness. They could have at least waited until the thugs were in a vulnerable state. With a dark thought Doral's way, the warlock called upon the power of Khyber, calling forth foul flying fiends to harry his foes.
OOC: summon swarm (bats) in the large clump of guards.
OOC: summon swarm (bats) in the large clump of guards.
Ringmereth
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Never fear, we haven't disappeared again, but are merely hoping that Morika replies here. If not, we'll get this show on the road in a day or so.
Ringmereth
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A flurry of motion erupts as the party responds to the Captain's threat. Before even Doral reacts, Morika flies into a rage; teeth bared to the guard under pretense are again exposed, this time with real malice behind them. Pulling her scythe free of her pack, she swings it in a silvery arc, striking sparks off the Captain's armor.
As Morika charges in, Glasia , wrenching her jaw away from the Captain's grasp, contorts in scared fear. "No you won't!" she cries, pointing her casting hand at him. Ar'taei! In--ahh!". A fist strikes her nose with a wet thunk, bloodying it and ruining the young wizard's incantation. She stumbles away towards the corner of the room, a hand raise to her wounded face. Still smirking, Mirren draws his sword--a thin, basket-hilted rapier--with a flourish and counters Morika's attack with a high thrust. The shifter ducks left, but her shoulder is still grazed by the keen blade.
Partash, condemnation barely out of his mouth, raises his arms, calling upon his divine knowledge to place a curse on the head of the guards. A moment later, his mace is in his hands, and he braces himself for a fight. Beside him, Doral incapacitates three of the guards; those behind the table slump to floor, comatose. His comment to the bugbear has its desired effect, as well; a determined look on his face, Thesh seizes his blade and, bounding to the rear of the group, assaults the inner door guard. "Stop, you stupid, smelly fur--ugh," the man yells to no avail as the bugbear attacks. Despite the man's attempt to parry the blow, his former ally strikes him with a powerful stab; the sword sinks deep into the man's chest, emerging with a deep red stain.
The remaining guards react swiftly. The man by the table picks up a halberd from the table and moves in to support his commander. He tries to bury it in the raging shifter's side, but misses. The follow-through of its butt end knocks her side, though, leaving what will likely become a pretty bruise the next morning. The other guard, standing near the cell doors, grabs a spear off a rack on the wall and hurls it towards the melee. It barely misses Doral, hits the far wall, and clatters to the ground. Below the action, Vhir unleashes his Khyber-given abilities, and bats--hundreds and hundreds of bats-suddenly materialize, swarming around the already-fallen guards.
As Morika charges in, Glasia , wrenching her jaw away from the Captain's grasp, contorts in scared fear. "No you won't!" she cries, pointing her casting hand at him. Ar'taei! In--ahh!". A fist strikes her nose with a wet thunk, bloodying it and ruining the young wizard's incantation. She stumbles away towards the corner of the room, a hand raise to her wounded face. Still smirking, Mirren draws his sword--a thin, basket-hilted rapier--with a flourish and counters Morika's attack with a high thrust. The shifter ducks left, but her shoulder is still grazed by the keen blade.
Partash, condemnation barely out of his mouth, raises his arms, calling upon his divine knowledge to place a curse on the head of the guards. A moment later, his mace is in his hands, and he braces himself for a fight. Beside him, Doral incapacitates three of the guards; those behind the table slump to floor, comatose. His comment to the bugbear has its desired effect, as well; a determined look on his face, Thesh seizes his blade and, bounding to the rear of the group, assaults the inner door guard. "Stop, you stupid, smelly fur--ugh," the man yells to no avail as the bugbear attacks. Despite the man's attempt to parry the blow, his former ally strikes him with a powerful stab; the sword sinks deep into the man's chest, emerging with a deep red stain.
The remaining guards react swiftly. The man by the table picks up a halberd from the table and moves in to support his commander. He tries to bury it in the raging shifter's side, but misses. The follow-through of its butt end knocks her side, though, leaving what will likely become a pretty bruise the next morning. The other guard, standing near the cell doors, grabs a spear off a rack on the wall and hurls it towards the melee. It barely misses Doral, hits the far wall, and clatters to the ground. Below the action, Vhir unleashes his Khyber-given abilities, and bats--hundreds and hundreds of bats-suddenly materialize, swarming around the already-fallen guards.
Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
Doral glanced for a moment at the spear that lay near him, but then brought his attention once more to the fight at hand. This is closer to combat than I generally like to be. The beguiler then positioned himself to cause more havoc.
OOC: Casting color spray at the two closest guards if Doral can get them both without also getting Morika. Otherwise, he'll take out his wand of magic missiles and use it against the guard who just threw the spear.
OOC: Casting color spray at the two closest guards if Doral can get them both without also getting Morika. Otherwise, he'll take out his wand of magic missiles and use it against the guard who just threw the spear.
stonegod
Spawn of Khyber/LEB Judge
The kobold continued its concentration, eyeing any foolish enough to try to approach it. They would regret it, certainly. The kobold grinned in evil glee at the thought.
OOC: Concentrate on swarm unless someone comes in melee; if so, back up away from the combatant and voice of madness them.
OOC: Concentrate on swarm unless someone comes in melee; if so, back up away from the combatant and voice of madness them.