CanadienneBacon
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Maelicent remains crouched in position and fires away at the large wolf spider. The goblin, though small, has true aim and his arrow sinks into the spider's carapace with a crunch, dealing 3 points of damage.
Pilgrim, violently struggling in the kitchen to free himself from both the webbing and the maw of the second wolf spider dangling from the kitchen ceiling, gives a primal tug against the sticky ropes of webbing and wrenches himself free. Once free, Pilgrim backs up 5 feet into the festhall's common room, that he might gain some advantage on the second spider, should it chose to advance.
The wolf-headed fiend in the common room, obviously none too bright but dedicated to its task nonetheless, zeroes in on the dropped wand. Ignoring the more tactically sound round of retreating round the bar to get to the wand, the wolf spider instead tries to use its broad girth to push past Brakkus. With a snarl and a fierce bite, the spider lays into Brakkus's shoulder, dealing 6 points of damage to the soldier. The spider rips out a hunk of quivering muscle from Brakkus's left shoulder then attempts to maneuver past. Despite his fresh wound, Brakkus reacts with lightening speed, as do Frane, Dter, and Voadam. A hailstorm of blows rains down upon the wolf spider as it tries to crush its way through the melee. Brakkus swings his flail but misses wide of his intended mark. Next to swing is Dter, whose luck is better as he strikes the spider with his shield, dealing 6 points of damage. Dter deals the fiend a death blow, and the wolf spider crumples in a heap of its own gore with naught other than a kittering cry of anguish.
Inside the kitchen, the second spider drops from the kitchen ceiling via a thick rope of silk. Once it lights on the flagstone floor, the second wolf-spider darts its wolfish maw forward, snapping at Pilgrim. The kobold knight proves too small a target for the rapacious spider's open maw, and the fiend misses.
Gamad, thinking quickly, realizes that the wand is currently out of his magical reach. The albino dwarf pauses a hair's breadth of a moment, undecided whether to make a dash forward for the wand or shrink against the wall. A surge of foresight clamps down on the fitful dwarf and Gamad fatefully ignores his every screaming urge to retreat, chosing instead to dart forward 15 feet to make a grab at the wand. Extending his hand out palm up and calling upon his arcane prowess to cast mage hand, Gamad magically lifts the wand from the floor. In an instant, the wand flies across the room and lights into Gamad's hand. Gamad's bravery, however, exposes him. He finds himself uncomfortably close to Cheal's table of thugs.
Cheal stands up from behind his two remaining thugs and blusters toward Gamad. Swinging his short sword in an idle arc and watching both the dying spider fiend and Gamad at alternate angles, Cheal presses forward and threatens Gamad. "Give it up, freak, or I'll cut you a new smile." The two thugs, both of them large even for humans, exchange a quick uncertain glance but make no move to retreat. One of them palms the hilt of a viscious looking dagger tucked into a leather arm bracer.
Tailleur and Cicer take one look at the second wolf spider to appear from the kitchen and, abandoning all thought of valiant bravery, flee via the festhall's front doors. In his haste, Cicer drops a small leather coin pouch on the floor. Vaja, unarmed, and away from the bar, grabs the elf woman by the arm and tries to drag her out. Vaja's cries for the guard soon resound from the byway outside the Golden Cockatrice. The elf woman, her eyes wide with fear of the unnatural, backs away from the pair of wolf spiders. Moving toward the door on sure feet, the elf nonetheless readies her bow, quickly stringing the weapon in preparation to fire should need spring upon her as she prepares to retreat. Lowel unsheathes a dagger from a holster on his belt and moves forward. Chosing a spot to defend between the bar and the door, Lowel readies himself to make a stand.
Holding his maimed arm, Rancid stares at Traven with incredulity before launching himself at the surly bouncer. The pair of men are soon a bundle of bared fists as they wrestle one another on the floor.
H.Lewit, ever one to error on the side of caution, cocks his head to the side and studies the mewling spider just as it enters its death throes. Lewit quickly decides that, interesting as the beast seems to be, he's never heard tale of such a creature, nor seen one before. By the time Lewit maneuvers to interpose himself between Vaja and the elf and the advancing spider, Vaja is already out the door and the elf woman is on the retreat. The elf, though she didn't appear to speak common, nods in acquiescence at the aid from both Lowel and Lewit.
Pause in mid-round here. Brakkus is up next, followed by Dter, then last goes Voadam. At lot has changed in the battle map already this round and Brakkus is fairly injured. I'll pause here to allow the last three PCs to re-state intended actions, if they want.
Pilgrim, violently struggling in the kitchen to free himself from both the webbing and the maw of the second wolf spider dangling from the kitchen ceiling, gives a primal tug against the sticky ropes of webbing and wrenches himself free. Once free, Pilgrim backs up 5 feet into the festhall's common room, that he might gain some advantage on the second spider, should it chose to advance.
The wolf-headed fiend in the common room, obviously none too bright but dedicated to its task nonetheless, zeroes in on the dropped wand. Ignoring the more tactically sound round of retreating round the bar to get to the wand, the wolf spider instead tries to use its broad girth to push past Brakkus. With a snarl and a fierce bite, the spider lays into Brakkus's shoulder, dealing 6 points of damage to the soldier. The spider rips out a hunk of quivering muscle from Brakkus's left shoulder then attempts to maneuver past. Despite his fresh wound, Brakkus reacts with lightening speed, as do Frane, Dter, and Voadam. A hailstorm of blows rains down upon the wolf spider as it tries to crush its way through the melee. Brakkus swings his flail but misses wide of his intended mark. Next to swing is Dter, whose luck is better as he strikes the spider with his shield, dealing 6 points of damage. Dter deals the fiend a death blow, and the wolf spider crumples in a heap of its own gore with naught other than a kittering cry of anguish.
Inside the kitchen, the second spider drops from the kitchen ceiling via a thick rope of silk. Once it lights on the flagstone floor, the second wolf-spider darts its wolfish maw forward, snapping at Pilgrim. The kobold knight proves too small a target for the rapacious spider's open maw, and the fiend misses.
Gamad, thinking quickly, realizes that the wand is currently out of his magical reach. The albino dwarf pauses a hair's breadth of a moment, undecided whether to make a dash forward for the wand or shrink against the wall. A surge of foresight clamps down on the fitful dwarf and Gamad fatefully ignores his every screaming urge to retreat, chosing instead to dart forward 15 feet to make a grab at the wand. Extending his hand out palm up and calling upon his arcane prowess to cast mage hand, Gamad magically lifts the wand from the floor. In an instant, the wand flies across the room and lights into Gamad's hand. Gamad's bravery, however, exposes him. He finds himself uncomfortably close to Cheal's table of thugs.
Cheal stands up from behind his two remaining thugs and blusters toward Gamad. Swinging his short sword in an idle arc and watching both the dying spider fiend and Gamad at alternate angles, Cheal presses forward and threatens Gamad. "Give it up, freak, or I'll cut you a new smile." The two thugs, both of them large even for humans, exchange a quick uncertain glance but make no move to retreat. One of them palms the hilt of a viscious looking dagger tucked into a leather arm bracer.
Tailleur and Cicer take one look at the second wolf spider to appear from the kitchen and, abandoning all thought of valiant bravery, flee via the festhall's front doors. In his haste, Cicer drops a small leather coin pouch on the floor. Vaja, unarmed, and away from the bar, grabs the elf woman by the arm and tries to drag her out. Vaja's cries for the guard soon resound from the byway outside the Golden Cockatrice. The elf woman, her eyes wide with fear of the unnatural, backs away from the pair of wolf spiders. Moving toward the door on sure feet, the elf nonetheless readies her bow, quickly stringing the weapon in preparation to fire should need spring upon her as she prepares to retreat. Lowel unsheathes a dagger from a holster on his belt and moves forward. Chosing a spot to defend between the bar and the door, Lowel readies himself to make a stand.
Holding his maimed arm, Rancid stares at Traven with incredulity before launching himself at the surly bouncer. The pair of men are soon a bundle of bared fists as they wrestle one another on the floor.
H.Lewit, ever one to error on the side of caution, cocks his head to the side and studies the mewling spider just as it enters its death throes. Lewit quickly decides that, interesting as the beast seems to be, he's never heard tale of such a creature, nor seen one before. By the time Lewit maneuvers to interpose himself between Vaja and the elf and the advancing spider, Vaja is already out the door and the elf woman is on the retreat. The elf, though she didn't appear to speak common, nods in acquiescence at the aid from both Lowel and Lewit.
Pause in mid-round here. Brakkus is up next, followed by Dter, then last goes Voadam. At lot has changed in the battle map already this round and Brakkus is fairly injured. I'll pause here to allow the last three PCs to re-state intended actions, if they want.
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