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Karianna's Tales of a Mercenary Company - Updated 21/3, 29/3, 5/04, 14/04, 07/05
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<blockquote data-quote="karianna" data-source="post: 3453977" data-attributes="member: 8340"><p><strong>The party vs an 8 year old girl</strong></p><p></p><p>Finally managed to get this part written up, needless to say, my players were not happy by the end of this session <img src="http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devious.png" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":]" title="Devious :]" data-shortname=":]" /></p><p></p><p>----</p><p></p><p>The four scouts stood indecisively outside the large set of doors leading into the mill.</p><p></p><p>Sol turned to face the others “Soooooo, who’s good with kids? “</p><p>“Don’t look at me,” snorted Gwaeryn, “Thov? You’re good with people right?”</p><p>Thoven gave Gwaeryn an incredulous look, “Um, noooooo, I just hit people, remember?”</p><p>Sol looked at Max who simply shook his head.</p><p>“Fine then, I’ll talk to the little brat.”</p><p></p><p>Sol stepped forward towards the closed doors. “Polly, are you there?”</p><p>“Yes stupid face, why are old people so stupid anyway?”</p><p>“What happened to you Polly?”</p><p>“They kept telling me what to do, I hate them!" Her voice suddenly took on a sly tone, "but they do what I tell them to now...”</p><p>Sol looked over at the others, who shrugged helpless back at him, Sol continued in his most placating tone. “Well parents can be tough, but we’re just here to help, everyone’s very worried about you.”</p><p>“You’re just like them and you hurt my friend!”</p><p></p><p>Sol thought back to the zombie that had nearly ended Gwaeryn’s life, his face darkened. “Have you got the rest of the children there with you?”</p><p>“Not telling, you’re a stupid dunderhead!”</p><p>“Now come on Polly, if you expect me to talk to you like an adult, you have to give me some answers.”</p><p></p><p>There was a pause followed by some giggling, then her voice floated back out “I think you need to play with my other friend.”</p><p>Gwaeryn leant over to Sol and whispered fiercely “I’d rather fight those things out here than in there with her.”</p><p>Sol nodded tersely in response and called out “Sure Polly, we’ll play with your friend, send them on out.”</p><p></p><p>----</p><p></p><p>The party took several steps back and readied themselves. Thoven stood at the front of the doors, with his shield raised high in preparation for a physical assault while the others arranged themselves in a loose semi circle behind him. It wasn’t long before one of the doors swung open slightly to reveal the living corpse of another unfortunate farmer.</p><p></p><p>Thoven reacted swiftly, stepping forward with a powerful strike to the creature’s torso, hacking out a large chunk of its rotting flesh. A split second later an arrow buzzed in from where Gwaeryn stood and buried itself into the zombies arm. Sol and Max then stepped forward in tandem and flanked the zombie, scoring with minor blows to its body.</p><p></p><p>A living opponent would have had reason to panic at this stage but the zombie simply swung a powerful fist at Thoven, who met the blow with a hastily raised shield. The three scouts then pressed home their numerical advantage and quickly hacked the zombie into pieces.</p><p></p><p>“That wasn’t so bad, what’s she playing at?”</p><p>“Not sure Sol, not sure,” Thoven eyed up the slightly ajar door, “only one way to find out though, I vote we go in there and get her.”</p><p>Sol flashed a grin back at him. “Fair enough, you’re going first though.”</p><p></p><p>----</p><p></p><p>Thoven swung the slightly ajar door open and strode into the mill with the others rapidly deploying behind him. Gwaeryn immediately shot off to the left and dove behind some hay bales while Max and Sol stood behind the big fighter and calmly assessed the layout of the mill.</p><p></p><p>Shafts of sunlight illuminated the thousands of dust particles in the air, giving the interior a surreal glow. The floor was covered in straw and several hay bales were scattered around the sides of each wall. At the far end of the mill a wooden ladder extended up to a narrow catwalk which housed a small corner room. The door to the room was shut and nothing else stirred in the place, but Sol grimly realised that there were plenty of places for a little girl to hide.</p><p></p><p>Gwaeryn began to move forwards stepping slowly from hay bale to hay bale while simultaneously Klaxo scurried across the floor, snuffling at the straw as he passed. Sol turned and raised an eyebrow at Max who only gave an enigmatic smile in return, which turned into a look of horror as the ground beneath the exploring badger’s feet suddenly gave way. Klaxo disappeared from view, although it was clear that the badger still lived judging from its extremely loud screeches of pain and anger.</p><p></p><p>----</p><p></p><p>“Klax” screamed Max as he started to head straight for the pit that the badger had fallen into. Sol quickly grabbed the druid by the back of his robes and yanked him back, “he can dig his way out remember! Besides, we’ve got other things to worry about”. True to his words, the door of the small room on the catwalk exploded open and a dark armoured figure leaned around the door frame and fired off a crossbow bolt at Gwaeryn, who yelped in surprise and promptly ducked behind the nearest hay bale.</p><p></p><p>Sol and Thoven were about to advance on the catwalk when their worlds became enshrouded in pure darkness. Thoven immediately dropped to the ground and started to crawl forwards, while Sol cursed under his breath, “that annoying little $%$%”. Sol rapidly incanted and the magical darkness was lifted revealing the slightly comical sight of the fully armoured fighter trying to crawl his way across the floor. Sol rolled his eyes, “oh do get up ya big lummox, you look ridiculous.”</p><p></p><p>In the meantime Max and Gwaeryn were being pinned down by the rapid and accurate fire of the crossbowman. Gwaeryn was able to hurriedly fire off an arrow or two from his small hunting bow, but he knew he needed a one in a million shot to strike their well hidden opponent. To Max’s relief a shower of dirt flew up underneath the catwalk to reveal a bloody and thoroughly enraged badger who promptly started to claw and bite into the ladder in a mindless frenzy.</p><p></p><p>Back in the middle of the mill, Thoven had managed to get to his feet and raised his shield high to ward off any incoming crossbow bolts. He once more continued his advance with Sol cautiously following behind him. The pair made steady progress up to the pit when Polly’s voice rang out from the room above. “You’re scared of me you big fat dummy, go away!” For some reason the words had a strange power over Thoven, who simply turned and ran at full speed straight back out of the mill. Sol seeing that his cover was gone, dashed towards a hay bale just managing to avoid a bolt that skipped across the floor behind him.</p><p></p><p>Gwaeryn and his opponent once more traded shots with scout’s howl of pain indicating that he was losing the shooting war. From his new position Sol conjured a small ball of fire in his hand and threw it towards the doorway above. However, in his haste he’d gotten his aim horribly wrong and the ball of fire splashed against the ladder, which immediately began to burn.</p><p></p><p>Max yelled out “Sol, Gwaeryn’s a pincushion, we’ve got to get out!”</p><p>“That’s right you poop heads, go away!” Polly’s voice called out once more from the room above.</p><p>“Shut up you little #$%$#!” Sol yelled back, but he motioned for the others to beat a hasty retreat.</p><p></p><p>Racing from hay bale to hay bale, the three remaining scouts managed to exit the mill without being shot. Max then let out a loud whistle and moments later a smoking, bleeding and somewhat peeved looking badger charged out through the gap and snarled at the world in general.</p><p></p><p>Gwaeryn clutched at a crossbow bolt lodged into his side and gasped “We can’t get up there, he’s too good!”</p><p>“She’s also been given some sort of divine power,” responded Max “not a good thing in one so young.”</p><p>“Really?!” snarled Gwaeryn, “I hadn’t noticed.”</p><p>“Enough!” barked Sol as he frantically looked around for the big fighter. “Ah there he is by the river, let’s grab him and regroup at the inn.”</p><p>Gwaeryn picked up the head of the zombie they’d hacked of earlier, “Yeah and this time they’re going to provide some answers.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="karianna, post: 3453977, member: 8340"] [b]The party vs an 8 year old girl[/b] Finally managed to get this part written up, needless to say, my players were not happy by the end of this session :] ---- The four scouts stood indecisively outside the large set of doors leading into the mill. Sol turned to face the others “Soooooo, who’s good with kids? “ “Don’t look at me,” snorted Gwaeryn, “Thov? You’re good with people right?” Thoven gave Gwaeryn an incredulous look, “Um, noooooo, I just hit people, remember?” Sol looked at Max who simply shook his head. “Fine then, I’ll talk to the little brat.” Sol stepped forward towards the closed doors. “Polly, are you there?” “Yes stupid face, why are old people so stupid anyway?” “What happened to you Polly?” “They kept telling me what to do, I hate them!" Her voice suddenly took on a sly tone, "but they do what I tell them to now...” Sol looked over at the others, who shrugged helpless back at him, Sol continued in his most placating tone. “Well parents can be tough, but we’re just here to help, everyone’s very worried about you.” “You’re just like them and you hurt my friend!” Sol thought back to the zombie that had nearly ended Gwaeryn’s life, his face darkened. “Have you got the rest of the children there with you?” “Not telling, you’re a stupid dunderhead!” “Now come on Polly, if you expect me to talk to you like an adult, you have to give me some answers.” There was a pause followed by some giggling, then her voice floated back out “I think you need to play with my other friend.” Gwaeryn leant over to Sol and whispered fiercely “I’d rather fight those things out here than in there with her.” Sol nodded tersely in response and called out “Sure Polly, we’ll play with your friend, send them on out.” ---- The party took several steps back and readied themselves. Thoven stood at the front of the doors, with his shield raised high in preparation for a physical assault while the others arranged themselves in a loose semi circle behind him. It wasn’t long before one of the doors swung open slightly to reveal the living corpse of another unfortunate farmer. Thoven reacted swiftly, stepping forward with a powerful strike to the creature’s torso, hacking out a large chunk of its rotting flesh. A split second later an arrow buzzed in from where Gwaeryn stood and buried itself into the zombies arm. Sol and Max then stepped forward in tandem and flanked the zombie, scoring with minor blows to its body. A living opponent would have had reason to panic at this stage but the zombie simply swung a powerful fist at Thoven, who met the blow with a hastily raised shield. The three scouts then pressed home their numerical advantage and quickly hacked the zombie into pieces. “That wasn’t so bad, what’s she playing at?” “Not sure Sol, not sure,” Thoven eyed up the slightly ajar door, “only one way to find out though, I vote we go in there and get her.” Sol flashed a grin back at him. “Fair enough, you’re going first though.” ---- Thoven swung the slightly ajar door open and strode into the mill with the others rapidly deploying behind him. Gwaeryn immediately shot off to the left and dove behind some hay bales while Max and Sol stood behind the big fighter and calmly assessed the layout of the mill. Shafts of sunlight illuminated the thousands of dust particles in the air, giving the interior a surreal glow. The floor was covered in straw and several hay bales were scattered around the sides of each wall. At the far end of the mill a wooden ladder extended up to a narrow catwalk which housed a small corner room. The door to the room was shut and nothing else stirred in the place, but Sol grimly realised that there were plenty of places for a little girl to hide. Gwaeryn began to move forwards stepping slowly from hay bale to hay bale while simultaneously Klaxo scurried across the floor, snuffling at the straw as he passed. Sol turned and raised an eyebrow at Max who only gave an enigmatic smile in return, which turned into a look of horror as the ground beneath the exploring badger’s feet suddenly gave way. Klaxo disappeared from view, although it was clear that the badger still lived judging from its extremely loud screeches of pain and anger. ---- “Klax” screamed Max as he started to head straight for the pit that the badger had fallen into. Sol quickly grabbed the druid by the back of his robes and yanked him back, “he can dig his way out remember! Besides, we’ve got other things to worry about”. True to his words, the door of the small room on the catwalk exploded open and a dark armoured figure leaned around the door frame and fired off a crossbow bolt at Gwaeryn, who yelped in surprise and promptly ducked behind the nearest hay bale. Sol and Thoven were about to advance on the catwalk when their worlds became enshrouded in pure darkness. Thoven immediately dropped to the ground and started to crawl forwards, while Sol cursed under his breath, “that annoying little $%$%”. Sol rapidly incanted and the magical darkness was lifted revealing the slightly comical sight of the fully armoured fighter trying to crawl his way across the floor. Sol rolled his eyes, “oh do get up ya big lummox, you look ridiculous.” In the meantime Max and Gwaeryn were being pinned down by the rapid and accurate fire of the crossbowman. Gwaeryn was able to hurriedly fire off an arrow or two from his small hunting bow, but he knew he needed a one in a million shot to strike their well hidden opponent. To Max’s relief a shower of dirt flew up underneath the catwalk to reveal a bloody and thoroughly enraged badger who promptly started to claw and bite into the ladder in a mindless frenzy. Back in the middle of the mill, Thoven had managed to get to his feet and raised his shield high to ward off any incoming crossbow bolts. He once more continued his advance with Sol cautiously following behind him. The pair made steady progress up to the pit when Polly’s voice rang out from the room above. “You’re scared of me you big fat dummy, go away!” For some reason the words had a strange power over Thoven, who simply turned and ran at full speed straight back out of the mill. Sol seeing that his cover was gone, dashed towards a hay bale just managing to avoid a bolt that skipped across the floor behind him. Gwaeryn and his opponent once more traded shots with scout’s howl of pain indicating that he was losing the shooting war. From his new position Sol conjured a small ball of fire in his hand and threw it towards the doorway above. However, in his haste he’d gotten his aim horribly wrong and the ball of fire splashed against the ladder, which immediately began to burn. Max yelled out “Sol, Gwaeryn’s a pincushion, we’ve got to get out!” “That’s right you poop heads, go away!” Polly’s voice called out once more from the room above. “Shut up you little #$%$#!” Sol yelled back, but he motioned for the others to beat a hasty retreat. Racing from hay bale to hay bale, the three remaining scouts managed to exit the mill without being shot. Max then let out a loud whistle and moments later a smoking, bleeding and somewhat peeved looking badger charged out through the gap and snarled at the world in general. Gwaeryn clutched at a crossbow bolt lodged into his side and gasped “We can’t get up there, he’s too good!” “She’s also been given some sort of divine power,” responded Max “not a good thing in one so young.” “Really?!” snarled Gwaeryn, “I hadn’t noticed.” “Enough!” barked Sol as he frantically looked around for the big fighter. “Ah there he is by the river, let’s grab him and regroup at the inn.” Gwaeryn picked up the head of the zombie they’d hacked of earlier, “Yeah and this time they’re going to provide some answers.” [/QUOTE]
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