Scotley
Hero
The battle of the nameless alley continues.
Thea moves nimbly along the roof to the corner of the alley. She reaches up to her haversack and her hand finds the flask she is seeking right on top. The flask is heavy brown glass marked 'Blackmann Alchemical Works' with a stylized flame printed below.
Jonas dodges the rat's attack and takes careful aim, delivering a glancing blow finally to the rat in front of him. The wounded rat lolls its tongue out of its mouth and slowly keels over dead.
Free of the swarm, Moru's senses come back to him, and he looks up to see the creatures churning away from him. He grins mischievously as he also notes that none of his allies are currently within the swarm.
"All right, squirmies," he says, pulling a bit of spider web from his component pouch. "Like they say in training, 'stop where you are.'" He stretches the webbing between his fingers as gibberish springs out of his mouth again, and as the web disintegrates into the air, the street erupts with a much thicker mass of webbing. It spreads at a violent speed, making an odd slurping sound as it attaches to the corners of the buildings at the end of the alley as well as to various lampposts and anything else stationary and upright it can reach.
As the swarm struggles against the sticky obstacle, Moru reaches in his backpack for his flint and steel. While the web manages to contain the swarm it still manages to move a few feet to the right down the street.
Seeing the battle well in hand, Andrew will pause to catch his breath and then begins to scan the area for clues and or other types of evidence as well as checking the are to get a visual on potential witnesses.
Christening his new foe "Ricky the Rat", Darius shrugs off a wave of sickness and swings a mighty blow at Ricky. Unfortunately, Darius whiffs the swing as the rat crouches for a leap. "Stand still, Ricky, and take it like a rat!" he exclaims.
“Barcarus avail me!” Rahvin cries, swooning from blood loss. His nausea is gone with the swarm, but the rats continue to make their infernal noise. The awful stirge continues to drink his blood. Rahvin tries desperately to smash the creature with his truncheon once again. His trembling hands betray him. The truncheon misses once more. "Help me,” he cries out weakly. His strength is fading fast…
The last big rat attacks and Darius gets hit by claw and fang (5 points of damage and another DC12 Fort Save).
The Stirge on Rahvin slurps out a little more blood (1 point con. drain) and then releases the battered rogue to lumber upward, sated. It moves off to find a warm roof to digest its meal.
Raul just manages to sidestep the Webs that suddenly erupt into being around the swarm before him. He lashes out against the swarm and is rewarded as his fist strikes home (9 points of damage). His second swing is hampered by the webs and doesn't not find a target.
Alarion raises his bloody sword, the pain of the wounds on his limbs forgotten in the heat of battle. Those cursed vermin are pouring out into the street! We must finish them fast. He again takes in the battlefield and his sword flashes out biting deep into the remaining rat's body. He spins and takes a step down the alley to join the fray against the swarm.
SoulFetter, his trusty Truncheon buried beneath a writhing mass of rodents, smacks the mosquito buzzing 'round his huge ear-less head from the air with a fist the size of a ham before sprinting back into the main action.
Thea moves nimbly along the roof to the corner of the alley. She reaches up to her haversack and her hand finds the flask she is seeking right on top. The flask is heavy brown glass marked 'Blackmann Alchemical Works' with a stylized flame printed below.
Jonas dodges the rat's attack and takes careful aim, delivering a glancing blow finally to the rat in front of him. The wounded rat lolls its tongue out of its mouth and slowly keels over dead.
Free of the swarm, Moru's senses come back to him, and he looks up to see the creatures churning away from him. He grins mischievously as he also notes that none of his allies are currently within the swarm.
"All right, squirmies," he says, pulling a bit of spider web from his component pouch. "Like they say in training, 'stop where you are.'" He stretches the webbing between his fingers as gibberish springs out of his mouth again, and as the web disintegrates into the air, the street erupts with a much thicker mass of webbing. It spreads at a violent speed, making an odd slurping sound as it attaches to the corners of the buildings at the end of the alley as well as to various lampposts and anything else stationary and upright it can reach.
As the swarm struggles against the sticky obstacle, Moru reaches in his backpack for his flint and steel. While the web manages to contain the swarm it still manages to move a few feet to the right down the street.
Seeing the battle well in hand, Andrew will pause to catch his breath and then begins to scan the area for clues and or other types of evidence as well as checking the are to get a visual on potential witnesses.
Christening his new foe "Ricky the Rat", Darius shrugs off a wave of sickness and swings a mighty blow at Ricky. Unfortunately, Darius whiffs the swing as the rat crouches for a leap. "Stand still, Ricky, and take it like a rat!" he exclaims.
“Barcarus avail me!” Rahvin cries, swooning from blood loss. His nausea is gone with the swarm, but the rats continue to make their infernal noise. The awful stirge continues to drink his blood. Rahvin tries desperately to smash the creature with his truncheon once again. His trembling hands betray him. The truncheon misses once more. "Help me,” he cries out weakly. His strength is fading fast…
The last big rat attacks and Darius gets hit by claw and fang (5 points of damage and another DC12 Fort Save).
The Stirge on Rahvin slurps out a little more blood (1 point con. drain) and then releases the battered rogue to lumber upward, sated. It moves off to find a warm roof to digest its meal.
Raul just manages to sidestep the Webs that suddenly erupt into being around the swarm before him. He lashes out against the swarm and is rewarded as his fist strikes home (9 points of damage). His second swing is hampered by the webs and doesn't not find a target.
Alarion raises his bloody sword, the pain of the wounds on his limbs forgotten in the heat of battle. Those cursed vermin are pouring out into the street! We must finish them fast. He again takes in the battlefield and his sword flashes out biting deep into the remaining rat's body. He spins and takes a step down the alley to join the fray against the swarm.
SoulFetter, his trusty Truncheon buried beneath a writhing mass of rodents, smacks the mosquito buzzing 'round his huge ear-less head from the air with a fist the size of a ham before sprinting back into the main action.
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