Deepwater's Despair

[ender_wiggin]

*Torug moves quickly to the other halfling's side, doing whatever he can to diagnosis the wounds before closing his eyes and muttering a few prayers to his god.*

Lord of Storms, see the havoc this ally of mine has sown! Help his to his feet.

[OOC: casting Cure Light Wounds]

 

[Manzanita]

Sargon the barbarian

*Sargon sees his little buddy fall, arrows protruding from his chest. This comes as no surprise. The tall barbarian's respect for Fluke has increased steadily as this adventure has proceeded, but he knows, as he's always known, that no magic, and no sneaking around will win the day. It always comes down to cold steel - and probably HIS cold steel!*

*Sargon charges around the corner and into the room, into the midst of the kobolts, swinging his glaive, and perferably positioning himself to be able to hack numerous ones to pieces if they try to shoot arrows w/in range of his glaive.*

OOC: Glaive +4 1d10 +4, combat reflexes give add'n 3 AoOs/round.

 

[dead_radish]

*Tyralis curses, and spins.* "There's a trapdoor in the first room!" *He moves to position himself so that he can see some of the little buggers with bows, and returns fire at the nearest one.*

OOC: Not sure how close I can get - if w/i 20', toss a handaxe, otherwise, use the bow. +3 Handaxe, +4 bow.

 

[Erekose13]

*Fluke gurgles quietly on the ground, blood seeping from the wounds in his chest.*

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Tyralis runs out of one room and in front of another. Pulling out his bow as he runs, he fits an arrow and shoots, missing in the darkness. Sargon, on the other hand, charges into the room and positions himself for maximum carnage. The dim light can't slow his reflexes, and he downs one before the little rat even had time to blink. Three others tried to strike him with arrows while he was close, but he chopped the heads off of two for their trouble.

The others send arrows at him with squeaks of fear, but only one hits, sticking in the fleshy part of this thigh. The gleam from their eyes disappears, and the sounds dim. Perhaps they're running? Fluke contiues to bleed, but Torug darts in and calls upon the Lord of Storms to heal him. An arc of electricity leaps from Torug's holy symbol to Fluke's chest, incinerating the arrows and closing the wounds, leaving tiny, lighting bolt scars behind.

OOC -
Tyralis - 20
Sargon - 18
Fluke - 15
Kobolds - 13
Torug - 8

Tyralis moves and shoots, but misses with a 6. Sargon hits with a 23, dealing 11 points of damage, dropping one. Fluke bleeds. Three close kobolds try to his Sargon, he AoOs them and hits with a 20 and does 11 points of damage dropping another one, misses with a 7, and hits with a 21 and does 13 points of damage, dropping a third. All of them miss shooting at Sargon but one who hits with a natural 20 (unconfirmed crit) and does 1 point of damage. Torug heals Fluke for 6 points of damage.

 

[ender_wiggin]

"Come on now, sit up," Torug urges Fluke. "Just stay still, and you'll be alright. Stay low, the big guy may need help."

*With that, the halfling pulls his morningstar, and looks around for any kobolds. He'll follow the others if they give chase, but won't let Fluke out of his sight.*

 

[Manzanita]

Sargon

Sargon growls and continues to strike at what kobolts remain. "Keep the light here!" he shouts.

 

[Erekose13]

*Fluke remains where he is, thanking Torug for waking him. He reaches round for his light crossbow and fits a bolt into it staying prone. He will stand and fire next round if there is anything to fire at.*

 

[dead_radish]

*Tyralis scans the area quickly. looking for any targets.*

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

The area is very dim, as Fluke had to put out the torch. Rekindling it, Tyralis finds the room empty of kobolds. The group searches the place and discovers another small trap door hidden underneath a pile of rags in the corner. There's some faint sounds of scrabbling that gets steadily quieter until the place is entirely silent. Except for that faint, out of tune humming from the last door.