Dr. Si's Curse of the Crimson Throne - Alpha Group

"Sweet dreams, pooch," Khadmeade chortles as he steps over the dog and continues after the caster, chanting as he goes, "Mighty Torag, Strong as Stones, Bless our Weapons, Break their Bones!"

[sblock=OOC]Cast bless, then pursue the caster with a move action. All allies in the blessed area (50-ft. radius burst) gain +1 morale bonus to hit and saves against fear.[/sblock]

Maya curses to herself. There went the element of surprise. No help for it now though. Let him know they were coming then. Let him feel the fear of his own inevitable doom. Besides, this way they knew where to go.

She enters the room and glances around, then asks Khadmeade simply, "Which way?"

Bael moves to the others, a rapier in his hand. "Ok, I'm here let's proceed."

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AC 16 (T13, FF13), HP 25/25, F +2,R+5,W+0
Resistance to cold 5, electricity 5, and fire 5.
Darkness 1/day, Sneak 1d6
Rapier +2 . 1d6+2 . 19-20/X2
Shortbow +3 . 1d6 . 20/X3

standard: put away shortbow
move: down x3, left x2

Stealth+8, including ACP
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Damn! That spell was meant for the man. And he's a wizard - I'll bet he's not even the guy.

And now this dog'll wake up in a minute or so and attack us again.

Tristan considers the quick way of solving that but instead tries to move the dog into the room the man came from and shut the door. Not his fault his master's an animal.

"Dinnae bother wit' the mutt, lad," Khadmeade tells Tristan, "it's the caster we need be worried about. I saw 'im run down this way. Follow me!"

"All right, since you saw which way he went" Tristan says, and moves to follow the dwarf.

Hey, I've never done this kind of thing before ... never killed a man. But this is for Teresa ... I'm ready. I can do this.

Khadmeade crashes through the doors after the shrieking blond man. The second door opens into a large room, the far recesses lost in shadow. The dwarf finds himself on a wooden catwalk that runs around the room to the right, before descending to the floor 8 ft. below by a set of wooden steps. The stink of fish is powerful here, intermingled with the odours of unwashed bodies.

The blond man is running away along the catwalk, and striding purposefully in the opposite direction comes a burly half-orc, axe in hand. It gives a bellow of rage at the sight of the dwarf.

Tristan and Maya are closest behind the dwarf and can make out most of this, although their eyesight is not so good in the dim light (the only light comes from what moonlight filters through from outside via the gaps in the building). Bael brings up the rear, rapier at the ready.

Bael moves forwards, a rapier still in his hand. "Let me through and make some light, I have none myself! The dwarf and me are the only ones of us who can see without light.."

[sblock=OOC]
AC 16 (T13, FF13), HP 25/25, F +2,R+5,W+0
Resistance to cold 5, electricity 5, and fire 5.
Darkness 1/day, Sneak 1d6
Rapier +2 . 1d6+2 . 19-20/X2
Shortbow +3 . 1d6 . 20/X3

move forward and attack.

Stealth+8, including ACP
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"Och, now we 'ave a real fight on our hands. Have at ye, ye clueless brute. I'll have ye know I've specially trained te fight yer kind. Well, at least half o' ye. Anyway, the point remains, if ye side with Lamm then ye sided wrong. Feel the stone strength of Torag!"[sblock=OOC]Move and attack the half-orc. I believe I get my racial bonus against half-orcs as well since they have Orc Blood. hp 18/21; +4 warhammer (1d8+2)[/sblock]

Tristan will wait for Bael to shed light on the situation, then will attack the half-orc with an acid dart. "Sorry but we have to get through. Step aside, and we'll let you go. Our only quarrel is with Lamm!"

[sblock=ooc]att acid dart +3 ranged touch (1d6+1, crit 20/x2, 30' range)[/sblock]