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<blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 3939978" data-attributes="member: 16069"><p>Turn 7.3: A two pronged assault.</p><p></p><p>The Lost Boys discover another door at the bottom, the southern end, of the huge chamber. They move through into yet another octagonal room, this one sans holes in the wall, in fact deserted, except for the fungal paradise.</p><p></p><p>After a brief and cursory search the Lost Boys head off, back through the huge chamber and into its mirror, a second chamber of equal proportions, complete with the same dragon markings, this one however without the wan grass, just a layer of dirt, ready to be seeded.</p><p></p><p>“This’d be nice for a vegetable patch- radishes.” Jerky points, and is studiously ignored.</p><p></p><p>“What was that?” Saradomin and Dartamor echo each others words.</p><p>“What?” Aleso and Grand Alf echo back.</p><p>“A door…” Saradomin and Dartamor again in chorus, the pair stop and look at each other, wait a while- see what the other is going to say next.</p><p></p><p>The silence expands.</p><p></p><p>“We could have a line of Caulies here.” Jerky mooches about kicking the dirt planting imaginary rows of vegetables.</p><p></p><p>Time grows impatient, as do Aleso and Grand Alf, “What?” The pair exclaim in unison.</p><p></p><p>“A door closed.” Saradomin and Dartamor gabble- together.</p><p></p><p>Then stop to stare at each other.</p><p></p><p>“O…“, they both open their mouth’s, cut short their proclamations, in order to fool the other, in unison, of course.</p><p></p><p>Which doesn’t work.</p><p></p><p>“Over there.” The pair point.</p><p></p><p>In different directions.</p><p></p><p>There are two doors, one at the far end of the huge chamber, another about midway along the right-hand wall, in an alcove.</p><p></p><p>“Hambush” Grand Alf proclaims and swats randomly with his fork.</p><p>“I expect we’ll encounter a two-pronged assault, I’ve seen it before- classic manoeuvre, I wrote a thesis on it at Paladin school.” Aleso looks cool collected- worldly, like he’s seen it all before.</p><p></p><p>The Paladin brushes invisible lint from his armour, “classic manoeuvre but I found a way out of it.” He takes to polishing a nail.</p><p></p><p>“A FORKING?” Grand Alf half-yells half-whispers, and waves his tines about a bit.</p><p>Aleso shakes his head.</p><p></p><p>“What then?” Dartamor enquires.</p><p></p><p>“Simple really- when faced with a two-pronged assault the object of the defenders is to prevent the attacking forces from gaining the advantage of fighting on two fronts- in my thesis I came up with what was described later as a classic outmanoeuvring tactic, a tactic to this day that bears my name, 'The Aleso.’”</p><p></p><p>Aleso polishes his nails some more, admires his own brilliance a while longer.</p><p></p><p>“What manoeuvre Aleso?” Dartamor insists.</p><p></p><p>“As I said, it’s very simple- ‘The Aleso’, in order for the defending force to minimise the contact points of the attacking force they will need to reverse formation recede into… ahem <cough> behind… ahem.”</p><p></p><p>It goes quiet for a while, finally when it seems no further explanation is coming.</p><p></p><p>“Recede into… behind?” Dartamor looks confused.</p><p>“Yes, ahem, as I say- simple really.” Aleso looks a little less convinced of his own genius.</p><p>“What does that mean- recede into behind?” Dartamor continues.</p><p>“It’s, well… ahem, like I say…” Aleso stumbles a little over his words.</p><p></p><p>Saradomin grins.</p><p></p><p>“You mean run away don’t you?” Saradomin grins.</p><p>“That’s not…” Aleso looks very unsure.</p><p>“The subject of your thesis, ‘The Aleso’ manoeuvre, is indeed very simple, it would have to be, you wrote it after all… when faced with a two-pronged assault your special manoeuvre is to run away- isn’t it?” Saradomin grins.</p><p>“There’s more to it than…” </p><p>“Not much more, unless you also suggested screaming for your ‘Mummy’, as you ran off.”</p><p>“How did you know that… I… Have you been in my diary?”</p><p>“Oh everyone, quick ‘The Aleso.’”</p><p></p><p>Saradomin runs around the Lost Boys with his hands in the air, shrieking a little- “Mummy”, and then, “The Aleso.” It’s all very childish.</p><p></p><p>Eventually the Priest of St. Cuthbert runs out of steam.</p><p></p><p>“Whooop-dee-doo Mr. Paladin sir, has anyone got a sensible plan?” Saradomin states hands on hips.</p><p></p><p>“Dartamor and Jerky, my little Gnome friend, come with me- you three to the far door, we’re heading to the eastern one- it’s FORKING time.”</p><p></p><p>To prove his point Grand Alf waves his fork about some more, Jerky scatters backwards to avoid the Sorcerer’s wild swishes.</p><p></p><p>“Right then.” Aleso straightens up, heads north.</p><p></p><p>Saradomin swaggers behind the Paladin, with Bernard the Bugbear in tow, every now and then the Priest, when he’s sure Aleso’s not looking, flaps his hands in the air, mouths ‘Mummy’ and pirouettes on the spot.</p><p></p><p>Dartamor, Grand Alf and Jerky get to the eastern door, the Rogue creeps towards it.</p><p></p><p>“Do you want me…” Dartamor starts up.</p><p></p><p>WHUMP</p><p></p><p>Grand Alf rushes past the Rogue and kicks the door open, causing the rooms inhabitants to scatter back- the chamber is another of the octagonal spaces complete with a much trampled fungi garden, however it is far from empty- there are four Goblins and behind them a huge leering bugbear armed with… a shovel.</p><p></p><p>DMs Interlude, you may remember I told you some time ago that the Grick, I mean Thoqqua’s initiative in the first encounter was 4, well the initiative roll for the residents of this chamber, adjusted mind you, is… 2. You’ll see.</p><p></p><p>Dartamor tumbles into the chamber, mostly for effect, and comes up with a rope in his hands, something he made a little earlier.</p><p></p><p>DMs Interlude, look out for the natural 20 roll coming up.</p><p></p><p>“Right- round ‘em up!” Dartamor yells, and spins the makeshift lasso, something he has never done before, never seen anyone else do before, and has simply no idea about how to make the lasso-thing work.</p><p></p><p>FLING</p><p></p><p>The rope circles out high and then swiftly descends around the neck of a Goblin.</p><p></p><p>YANK</p><p></p><p>Dartamor pulls the rope taught, throttling and knocking over the ensnared Goblin.</p><p></p><p>DMs Interlude, did you spot it- the natural 20?</p><p></p><p>He’s not done however, momentum still with the Rogue he leans back and whips the rope up and around, the electric pulse travels up the taut line, it’s enough to the lift the struggling Goblin back into the air and then slam the offending creature into a nearby wall.</p><p></p><p>The Goblin looks to be very dead; it’s the angle of the neck that gives it away, ninety degrees.</p><p></p><p>“FORK YOU.”</p><p></p><p>Grand Alf skewers a Goblin, his fork connects leaving three holes, drilled in a neat little row in the creature’s forehead, thin rivulets of blood- hardly anything at all, drip from the tiny wounds.</p><p></p><p>The Goblin lifts its hand to its head, smears the blood there, then brings its hand down to stare at the contents, lots of blood and some flecks of grey matter.</p><p></p><p>It collapses.</p><p></p><p>“I AM THE CHAMPEEEEEEUN MY FREEEEND.”</p><p></p><p>Grand Alf dances.</p><p></p><p>But not for long, another Goblin lunges towards the Sorcerer, but he’s much too quick, his fork lances out again, and scores another hit.</p><p></p><p>The Goblin staggers back looking down at the three puncture wounds caused by the fork’s tines on its leg, the creature is… hardly hurt at all, more- what’s the word, angry that’s it. The Goblin leaps at the Sorcerer and lashes out in fury, draws its blade across Grand Alf’s shoulder and chest.</p><p></p><p>The Sorcerer reacts with lightning speed.</p><p></p><p>Falls over.</p><p></p><p>Grasps at his bloody torso.</p><p></p><p>“I’M DYIIIINNNNNNNNNNNN.” He screams.</p><p></p><p>Jerky rushes into the chamber, there’s little else for it, his charge is met by the remaining two Goblins and the Bugbear, which looms over him- it suddenly goes very dark for the Gnome, he’s only little.</p><p></p><p>To Jerky’s left Dartamor yanks on his rope, dragging the dead Goblin's body towards him, the reason for this is alas lost to the Gnome.</p><p></p><p>To his right Grand Alf lies on the floor, actually lies is not the word, Grand Alf break dances on the floor would be nearer the truth, an impartial observer would conclude that Grand Alf was in fact either dying, or trying to steal the scene. Either way there’s a lot of energy being expended for somebody that’s supposed to be mortally wounded.</p><p></p><p>The Gnome turns back, just in time to avoid an over-head blow from the Bugbear with its shovel.</p><p></p><p>CLANG.</p><p></p><p>“Helllllp…” Jerky begins.</p><p></p><p>At about the same time Aleso, Saradomin and Bernard are ten paces from the farthest door, the two god-botherers turn as one, look back towards the eastern door.</p><p></p><p>“That was Jerky.” Saradomin states.</p><p>Aleso nods his agreement, “we should…”</p><p></p><p>BAM</p><p></p><p>The door ahead is flung open and barrelling from the chamber beyond charges a Bugbear, waving a huge scythe, continuing the gardening theme.</p><p></p><p>“The Aleso”, Aleso screams and before he can get the measure of things, that is turn and run, he’s sliced down his right-hand side- the wound deep enough to expose bone. The Paladin stumbles hard left out of the action, trying to heave his longsword around in defence, the Bugbear however has its sights set elsewhere, it charges on… straight at Saradomin.</p><p></p><p>Next Turn: Bert’s bad.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Goonalan, post: 3939978, member: 16069"] Turn 7.3: A two pronged assault. The Lost Boys discover another door at the bottom, the southern end, of the huge chamber. They move through into yet another octagonal room, this one sans holes in the wall, in fact deserted, except for the fungal paradise. After a brief and cursory search the Lost Boys head off, back through the huge chamber and into its mirror, a second chamber of equal proportions, complete with the same dragon markings, this one however without the wan grass, just a layer of dirt, ready to be seeded. “This’d be nice for a vegetable patch- radishes.” Jerky points, and is studiously ignored. “What was that?” Saradomin and Dartamor echo each others words. “What?” Aleso and Grand Alf echo back. “A door…” Saradomin and Dartamor again in chorus, the pair stop and look at each other, wait a while- see what the other is going to say next. The silence expands. “We could have a line of Caulies here.” Jerky mooches about kicking the dirt planting imaginary rows of vegetables. Time grows impatient, as do Aleso and Grand Alf, “What?” The pair exclaim in unison. “A door closed.” Saradomin and Dartamor gabble- together. Then stop to stare at each other. “O…“, they both open their mouth’s, cut short their proclamations, in order to fool the other, in unison, of course. Which doesn’t work. “Over there.” The pair point. In different directions. There are two doors, one at the far end of the huge chamber, another about midway along the right-hand wall, in an alcove. “Hambush” Grand Alf proclaims and swats randomly with his fork. “I expect we’ll encounter a two-pronged assault, I’ve seen it before- classic manoeuvre, I wrote a thesis on it at Paladin school.” Aleso looks cool collected- worldly, like he’s seen it all before. The Paladin brushes invisible lint from his armour, “classic manoeuvre but I found a way out of it.” He takes to polishing a nail. “A FORKING?” Grand Alf half-yells half-whispers, and waves his tines about a bit. Aleso shakes his head. “What then?” Dartamor enquires. “Simple really- when faced with a two-pronged assault the object of the defenders is to prevent the attacking forces from gaining the advantage of fighting on two fronts- in my thesis I came up with what was described later as a classic outmanoeuvring tactic, a tactic to this day that bears my name, 'The Aleso.’” Aleso polishes his nails some more, admires his own brilliance a while longer. “What manoeuvre Aleso?” Dartamor insists. “As I said, it’s very simple- ‘The Aleso’, in order for the defending force to minimise the contact points of the attacking force they will need to reverse formation recede into… ahem <cough> behind… ahem.” It goes quiet for a while, finally when it seems no further explanation is coming. “Recede into… behind?” Dartamor looks confused. “Yes, ahem, as I say- simple really.” Aleso looks a little less convinced of his own genius. “What does that mean- recede into behind?” Dartamor continues. “It’s, well… ahem, like I say…” Aleso stumbles a little over his words. Saradomin grins. “You mean run away don’t you?” Saradomin grins. “That’s not…” Aleso looks very unsure. “The subject of your thesis, ‘The Aleso’ manoeuvre, is indeed very simple, it would have to be, you wrote it after all… when faced with a two-pronged assault your special manoeuvre is to run away- isn’t it?” Saradomin grins. “There’s more to it than…” “Not much more, unless you also suggested screaming for your ‘Mummy’, as you ran off.” “How did you know that… I… Have you been in my diary?” “Oh everyone, quick ‘The Aleso.’” Saradomin runs around the Lost Boys with his hands in the air, shrieking a little- “Mummy”, and then, “The Aleso.” It’s all very childish. Eventually the Priest of St. Cuthbert runs out of steam. “Whooop-dee-doo Mr. Paladin sir, has anyone got a sensible plan?” Saradomin states hands on hips. “Dartamor and Jerky, my little Gnome friend, come with me- you three to the far door, we’re heading to the eastern one- it’s FORKING time.” To prove his point Grand Alf waves his fork about some more, Jerky scatters backwards to avoid the Sorcerer’s wild swishes. “Right then.” Aleso straightens up, heads north. Saradomin swaggers behind the Paladin, with Bernard the Bugbear in tow, every now and then the Priest, when he’s sure Aleso’s not looking, flaps his hands in the air, mouths ‘Mummy’ and pirouettes on the spot. Dartamor, Grand Alf and Jerky get to the eastern door, the Rogue creeps towards it. “Do you want me…” Dartamor starts up. WHUMP Grand Alf rushes past the Rogue and kicks the door open, causing the rooms inhabitants to scatter back- the chamber is another of the octagonal spaces complete with a much trampled fungi garden, however it is far from empty- there are four Goblins and behind them a huge leering bugbear armed with… a shovel. DMs Interlude, you may remember I told you some time ago that the Grick, I mean Thoqqua’s initiative in the first encounter was 4, well the initiative roll for the residents of this chamber, adjusted mind you, is… 2. You’ll see. Dartamor tumbles into the chamber, mostly for effect, and comes up with a rope in his hands, something he made a little earlier. DMs Interlude, look out for the natural 20 roll coming up. “Right- round ‘em up!” Dartamor yells, and spins the makeshift lasso, something he has never done before, never seen anyone else do before, and has simply no idea about how to make the lasso-thing work. FLING The rope circles out high and then swiftly descends around the neck of a Goblin. YANK Dartamor pulls the rope taught, throttling and knocking over the ensnared Goblin. DMs Interlude, did you spot it- the natural 20? He’s not done however, momentum still with the Rogue he leans back and whips the rope up and around, the electric pulse travels up the taut line, it’s enough to the lift the struggling Goblin back into the air and then slam the offending creature into a nearby wall. The Goblin looks to be very dead; it’s the angle of the neck that gives it away, ninety degrees. “FORK YOU.” Grand Alf skewers a Goblin, his fork connects leaving three holes, drilled in a neat little row in the creature’s forehead, thin rivulets of blood- hardly anything at all, drip from the tiny wounds. The Goblin lifts its hand to its head, smears the blood there, then brings its hand down to stare at the contents, lots of blood and some flecks of grey matter. It collapses. “I AM THE CHAMPEEEEEEUN MY FREEEEND.” Grand Alf dances. But not for long, another Goblin lunges towards the Sorcerer, but he’s much too quick, his fork lances out again, and scores another hit. The Goblin staggers back looking down at the three puncture wounds caused by the fork’s tines on its leg, the creature is… hardly hurt at all, more- what’s the word, angry that’s it. The Goblin leaps at the Sorcerer and lashes out in fury, draws its blade across Grand Alf’s shoulder and chest. The Sorcerer reacts with lightning speed. Falls over. Grasps at his bloody torso. “I’M DYIIIINNNNNNNNNNNN.” He screams. Jerky rushes into the chamber, there’s little else for it, his charge is met by the remaining two Goblins and the Bugbear, which looms over him- it suddenly goes very dark for the Gnome, he’s only little. To Jerky’s left Dartamor yanks on his rope, dragging the dead Goblin's body towards him, the reason for this is alas lost to the Gnome. To his right Grand Alf lies on the floor, actually lies is not the word, Grand Alf break dances on the floor would be nearer the truth, an impartial observer would conclude that Grand Alf was in fact either dying, or trying to steal the scene. Either way there’s a lot of energy being expended for somebody that’s supposed to be mortally wounded. The Gnome turns back, just in time to avoid an over-head blow from the Bugbear with its shovel. CLANG. “Helllllp…” Jerky begins. At about the same time Aleso, Saradomin and Bernard are ten paces from the farthest door, the two god-botherers turn as one, look back towards the eastern door. “That was Jerky.” Saradomin states. Aleso nods his agreement, “we should…” BAM The door ahead is flung open and barrelling from the chamber beyond charges a Bugbear, waving a huge scythe, continuing the gardening theme. “The Aleso”, Aleso screams and before he can get the measure of things, that is turn and run, he’s sliced down his right-hand side- the wound deep enough to expose bone. The Paladin stumbles hard left out of the action, trying to heave his longsword around in defence, the Bugbear however has its sights set elsewhere, it charges on… straight at Saradomin. Next Turn: Bert’s bad. [/QUOTE]
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