GodOfCheese
First Post
The Attack on the Barn Begins
As Chloe finishes her prayer, she nods to Davron and the two take up firing positions. Davron draws his bow back while Chloe aims, each training on one of the four guards. He exhales slowly, preparing to loose his arrow.
Without warning, the man next to his intended target is transfixed by a crossbow bolt. The stubby projectile embeds itself in the shoddy wood of the barn with a soft crunch, and the guard’s neck sprays thick, black slime. His body sags against the wall and is held up for a moment by the deadly instrument, but then the slug’s flesh rends, disgorging more chunky fluids as the body tears away from the bolt and flops to the ground.
Davron releases his arrow, which flies true, even as his victim turns to scan the area for his attackers. The shaft pierces his stomach, evoking another black shower. The man staggers, but does not fall. Davron fits another arrow, impressed by Chloe’s skill in felling the first man.
A split second later, Davron hears the short spang of Chloe’s crossbow firing again. This bolt strikes the man Davron just shot, but in the leg. This makes a splintery crack-sound that the two can hear even at their distance as the bone shatters. This time, the man does fall—not dead, but certainly bereft of a functioning leg. Chloe wastes no time, and Davron now hears the clicks and ratchet-noises of her reloading.
“Nice shots!” Davron exclaims under his breath, training on the third man. “Both of them!” He releases the next arrow, but the third slug evades it, having now spotted them.
“Thanks,” Chloe mutters quizzically, “but I’ve only fired once...?”
One of the two remaining slugs takes up a defensive posture, and the other silently turns his back to try and force the door open. The door is blocked by the prone form of the disabled slug, who is now trying to drag himself out of that predicament without success. The door remains blocked, and the man on the door suddenly sprouts two arrows and is enveloped in a momentary green aura before he staggers to the floor.
A third arrow punches into the remaining slug’s lower chest, between the tough surfaces of his cured leather armor. A similar, dim green flash issues from the slug’s body and chunky black slug-fluids stream from his wound, dribbling over the arrowshaft and its feathers. The slug raises its sword, though it’s not facing Davron and Chloe, and effects what appears to be a half-hearted charge somewhere to their left before being cut down by another crossbow bolt.
Davron leans out into the stone street warily, seeking the slug’s intended target. A ways across the stone-laden avenue is an adjoining alley. And out of that alley steps Effrem, smiling and carrying his enchanted bow* calmly, followed closely by Andrew, who is pointing a crossbow in Davron’s general direction.
“Effrem, you’re alive!” Chloe exclaims. She stops short of rushing over to hug him, reminded of the still-living slug with the ruined leg.
Effrem’s smile broadens, happy that Chloe hadn’t been eaten by slugs. “Same to you, old friend.” His eyes dart between Davron and Chloe, studying them. Gesturing to Andrew, who is still brandishing the crossbow, he mutters under his breath, “Have you known the slugs to attack one another?”
“It could be a trick,” is Andrew’s response, still keeping the crossbow casually at the ready. “We should be cautious. Remember what I said...”
“Andrew,” Effrem replies, “they didn’t know we were here. They wouldn’t have weakened their own numbers just in case you or I happened by... it’s just coincidence.”
Andrew’s eyes narrow. “There’s no such thing as coincidence.”
Effrem seems to consider this. He jogs over to the barn, where Davron and Chloe are already walking carefully, their eyes on the door for reinforcements. “Where’s Zara?” he asks.
Davron points to the door. “In there, I think.”
Chloe’s head fakes toward the slug on the ground. “They snatched her. I don’t know why.” She whispers, “We thought they’d snatched you too...”
Andrew reaches into his jacket and pulls out a wicked-looking dagger with a curved blade that doesn’t shine in the sunlight, and walks toward the flailing slug on the ground. Davron, seeing this, motions to the still-closed door with his bow. “Reinforcements will be here any moment.”
Effrem nods in agreement and throws his back calmly against the wall to the left of the door. Andrew, pocketing his dagger, is right behind him. Chloe and Davron take up positions on the other side, she with her crossbow loaded, he with blades at the ready.
Nothing happens.
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* Effrem's weapon, as enchanted and consecrated by Chloe, is a +2 Holy Mighty Composite Longbow. To simplify game mechanics, I ruled that the holy damage inflicted by the arrows produced a visible effect on evil creatures. So, whenever it hits, the target (if evil) is momentarily bathed in a green glow.
As Chloe finishes her prayer, she nods to Davron and the two take up firing positions. Davron draws his bow back while Chloe aims, each training on one of the four guards. He exhales slowly, preparing to loose his arrow.
Without warning, the man next to his intended target is transfixed by a crossbow bolt. The stubby projectile embeds itself in the shoddy wood of the barn with a soft crunch, and the guard’s neck sprays thick, black slime. His body sags against the wall and is held up for a moment by the deadly instrument, but then the slug’s flesh rends, disgorging more chunky fluids as the body tears away from the bolt and flops to the ground.
Davron releases his arrow, which flies true, even as his victim turns to scan the area for his attackers. The shaft pierces his stomach, evoking another black shower. The man staggers, but does not fall. Davron fits another arrow, impressed by Chloe’s skill in felling the first man.
A split second later, Davron hears the short spang of Chloe’s crossbow firing again. This bolt strikes the man Davron just shot, but in the leg. This makes a splintery crack-sound that the two can hear even at their distance as the bone shatters. This time, the man does fall—not dead, but certainly bereft of a functioning leg. Chloe wastes no time, and Davron now hears the clicks and ratchet-noises of her reloading.
“Nice shots!” Davron exclaims under his breath, training on the third man. “Both of them!” He releases the next arrow, but the third slug evades it, having now spotted them.
“Thanks,” Chloe mutters quizzically, “but I’ve only fired once...?”
One of the two remaining slugs takes up a defensive posture, and the other silently turns his back to try and force the door open. The door is blocked by the prone form of the disabled slug, who is now trying to drag himself out of that predicament without success. The door remains blocked, and the man on the door suddenly sprouts two arrows and is enveloped in a momentary green aura before he staggers to the floor.
A third arrow punches into the remaining slug’s lower chest, between the tough surfaces of his cured leather armor. A similar, dim green flash issues from the slug’s body and chunky black slug-fluids stream from his wound, dribbling over the arrowshaft and its feathers. The slug raises its sword, though it’s not facing Davron and Chloe, and effects what appears to be a half-hearted charge somewhere to their left before being cut down by another crossbow bolt.
Davron leans out into the stone street warily, seeking the slug’s intended target. A ways across the stone-laden avenue is an adjoining alley. And out of that alley steps Effrem, smiling and carrying his enchanted bow* calmly, followed closely by Andrew, who is pointing a crossbow in Davron’s general direction.
“Effrem, you’re alive!” Chloe exclaims. She stops short of rushing over to hug him, reminded of the still-living slug with the ruined leg.
Effrem’s smile broadens, happy that Chloe hadn’t been eaten by slugs. “Same to you, old friend.” His eyes dart between Davron and Chloe, studying them. Gesturing to Andrew, who is still brandishing the crossbow, he mutters under his breath, “Have you known the slugs to attack one another?”
“It could be a trick,” is Andrew’s response, still keeping the crossbow casually at the ready. “We should be cautious. Remember what I said...”
“Andrew,” Effrem replies, “they didn’t know we were here. They wouldn’t have weakened their own numbers just in case you or I happened by... it’s just coincidence.”
Andrew’s eyes narrow. “There’s no such thing as coincidence.”
Effrem seems to consider this. He jogs over to the barn, where Davron and Chloe are already walking carefully, their eyes on the door for reinforcements. “Where’s Zara?” he asks.
Davron points to the door. “In there, I think.”
Chloe’s head fakes toward the slug on the ground. “They snatched her. I don’t know why.” She whispers, “We thought they’d snatched you too...”
Andrew reaches into his jacket and pulls out a wicked-looking dagger with a curved blade that doesn’t shine in the sunlight, and walks toward the flailing slug on the ground. Davron, seeing this, motions to the still-closed door with his bow. “Reinforcements will be here any moment.”
Effrem nods in agreement and throws his back calmly against the wall to the left of the door. Andrew, pocketing his dagger, is right behind him. Chloe and Davron take up positions on the other side, she with her crossbow loaded, he with blades at the ready.
Nothing happens.
---
* Effrem's weapon, as enchanted and consecrated by Chloe, is a +2 Holy Mighty Composite Longbow. To simplify game mechanics, I ruled that the holy damage inflicted by the arrows produced a visible effect on evil creatures. So, whenever it hits, the target (if evil) is momentarily bathed in a green glow.