Scotley
Hero
'And the day started off so well," Thea thought wearily, as she perched partway up the wall and tried to make some sense of the situation. Even without Ironshirt's briefing, she would have been glad to be of assistance to the 2nd ward constables- she still had friends there (and just maybe, she wanted to preen a bit because of the elite team she was on now). But details like that would have to wait- the ambush had started badly, and it looked to get worse. She cast one single aching glance towards the innocents at the mouth of the alley- but before she could help them out, she would have to take care of a more immediate threat.
Almost reflexively, she reached out with one black-gloved hand and gestured, exhaling a few syllables of Slyvanoptera to direct a burst of focused mental static at the nearest stirge. The red creature stiffened and its bulbous eyes glazed. It tumbled from the air to fall and disappear into the swarm.
Jonas swings his truncheon at the large rat next to him, but has poor aim.
Realizing he probably shouldn't have pumped all his missles into a single stirge, Moru gulps, reaching into his spell component pouch and pulling out a pork rind.
"Try to latch onto this," he taunts, crushing the rind against his uniform. He switches into the gibbering you've come to associate with his spellcasting, and the point of contact from the rind seems to grow wet-looking, the glistening effect spreading all across the uniform even as the rind seems to shrivel to nothing.
Putting his back against the wall and drawing his truncheon, Moru cringes as he looks to the swarm. "If my friends weren't in the middle of you, I'd show you critters from nauseated."
The swarm continues to nauseate Andrew and its component creatures continue to bite and claw at him (7 points of damage). Unable to act he stumbles foreward trying to get clear of the swarm.
The swarm begins to creep inexorably toward the street. It leaves Andrew behind and sweeps over Rahvin, Soulfetter and Moru Sen in its journey. Moru manages to smash into the swarm as it moves onto him with his truncheon smashing bugs, but having little effect on the overall swarm (5 points of damage). Rahvin too swings at the onrushing swarm, his trusty truncheon connects with a rat and sends it skidding through the mass knocking over a cat and numeous bugs, but the teeming mass rolls forward (4 points). Overcome with nausea, Rahvin is helpless as the strige begins to drain his blood (1 point Con. damage). Soulfetter swings his own oversized truncheon at the mass of creatures coming at him. His weapon cuts a swath of destruction through the swarm, but it continues to move forward (11 damage). The three constables feel the pain of numerous tiny bites and scratches as the swarm covers them. Damage vs. Moru, Soulfetter and Rahvin respectively. (3d6=8, 3d6=10, 3d6=10).
Now that the swarm has moved away from him Andrew begins to recover his faculties and shares the benefits of his studies, "they are weakest in the chest area, strike there" and contiues with other advice. (All characters attacking the Vorbar Mountains Rats gain a +1 to hit for the duration of the combat.)
Irritated at having been dumped on his ass, Darius growls "You want to dance, Mickey? Let's dance." Going into full-attack mode, Darius wields his broadsword with lightning speed, swinging at Rat#1(Mickey), the powerful two-handed blow very nearly slays the big rat. (13 damage) The wounded Rat attacks fiercely, but seems unable to score on Darius.
The next Rat comes at Alarion in a flurry of teeth and claws (1d4+1=4, 1d2+1=3, 1d2+1=2) having struck the Knight repeatedly.
[sblock=Darius and Alarion]DC: 12 Fortitude save vs. disease please. [/sblock]
Jonas finds himself beset as well and takes two wounds from his Rat (1d4+1=3, 1d2+1=3).
The remaining Stirges swoop in for another attack. Moru's magical protections allow him to avoid the beast, but Soulfetter, the child on the street and her mother are all struck and grabbed by the flying meanaces.
Hanging onto the wall, Raul takes a deep breath, glancing over his left should at the rats and over his right shoulder at the civilians at the end of the alleyway...and jumps off the wall space just vacated by the swarm between Andrew and Rahvin, making two sweeping martial art attacks into the swarm. One of his blows scatters the pests before him (2 points).
Alarion hears the screaming behind him, but can barely see anything given the horde of animals behind him, and the huge rats in front. He growls in supressed rage as he lifts his sword in both hands and fiercely slashes at the beast in front of him. His foe drops in a bloody heap quite dead. Alarion takes a jab at the adjacent rat, but his blade fails to connect.
Headless of his own attached foe, Soulfetter, having resisted the swarms' distraction, pounds down the alley to smash the Stirge on the little girl into the pavement. The presence of the big Urgant barbarian and his club does nothing to stop the screaming of mother and child.
Almost reflexively, she reached out with one black-gloved hand and gestured, exhaling a few syllables of Slyvanoptera to direct a burst of focused mental static at the nearest stirge. The red creature stiffened and its bulbous eyes glazed. It tumbled from the air to fall and disappear into the swarm.
Jonas swings his truncheon at the large rat next to him, but has poor aim.
Realizing he probably shouldn't have pumped all his missles into a single stirge, Moru gulps, reaching into his spell component pouch and pulling out a pork rind.
"Try to latch onto this," he taunts, crushing the rind against his uniform. He switches into the gibbering you've come to associate with his spellcasting, and the point of contact from the rind seems to grow wet-looking, the glistening effect spreading all across the uniform even as the rind seems to shrivel to nothing.
Putting his back against the wall and drawing his truncheon, Moru cringes as he looks to the swarm. "If my friends weren't in the middle of you, I'd show you critters from nauseated."
The swarm continues to nauseate Andrew and its component creatures continue to bite and claw at him (7 points of damage). Unable to act he stumbles foreward trying to get clear of the swarm.
The swarm begins to creep inexorably toward the street. It leaves Andrew behind and sweeps over Rahvin, Soulfetter and Moru Sen in its journey. Moru manages to smash into the swarm as it moves onto him with his truncheon smashing bugs, but having little effect on the overall swarm (5 points of damage). Rahvin too swings at the onrushing swarm, his trusty truncheon connects with a rat and sends it skidding through the mass knocking over a cat and numeous bugs, but the teeming mass rolls forward (4 points). Overcome with nausea, Rahvin is helpless as the strige begins to drain his blood (1 point Con. damage). Soulfetter swings his own oversized truncheon at the mass of creatures coming at him. His weapon cuts a swath of destruction through the swarm, but it continues to move forward (11 damage). The three constables feel the pain of numerous tiny bites and scratches as the swarm covers them. Damage vs. Moru, Soulfetter and Rahvin respectively. (3d6=8, 3d6=10, 3d6=10).
Now that the swarm has moved away from him Andrew begins to recover his faculties and shares the benefits of his studies, "they are weakest in the chest area, strike there" and contiues with other advice. (All characters attacking the Vorbar Mountains Rats gain a +1 to hit for the duration of the combat.)
Irritated at having been dumped on his ass, Darius growls "You want to dance, Mickey? Let's dance." Going into full-attack mode, Darius wields his broadsword with lightning speed, swinging at Rat#1(Mickey), the powerful two-handed blow very nearly slays the big rat. (13 damage) The wounded Rat attacks fiercely, but seems unable to score on Darius.
The next Rat comes at Alarion in a flurry of teeth and claws (1d4+1=4, 1d2+1=3, 1d2+1=2) having struck the Knight repeatedly.
[sblock=Darius and Alarion]DC: 12 Fortitude save vs. disease please. [/sblock]
Jonas finds himself beset as well and takes two wounds from his Rat (1d4+1=3, 1d2+1=3).
The remaining Stirges swoop in for another attack. Moru's magical protections allow him to avoid the beast, but Soulfetter, the child on the street and her mother are all struck and grabbed by the flying meanaces.
Hanging onto the wall, Raul takes a deep breath, glancing over his left should at the rats and over his right shoulder at the civilians at the end of the alleyway...and jumps off the wall space just vacated by the swarm between Andrew and Rahvin, making two sweeping martial art attacks into the swarm. One of his blows scatters the pests before him (2 points).
Alarion hears the screaming behind him, but can barely see anything given the horde of animals behind him, and the huge rats in front. He growls in supressed rage as he lifts his sword in both hands and fiercely slashes at the beast in front of him. His foe drops in a bloody heap quite dead. Alarion takes a jab at the adjacent rat, but his blade fails to connect.
Headless of his own attached foe, Soulfetter, having resisted the swarms' distraction, pounds down the alley to smash the Stirge on the little girl into the pavement. The presence of the big Urgant barbarian and his club does nothing to stop the screaming of mother and child.
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