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

Edmond Deathwish

Edmond vaults through the door avoiding weak planks.

He's seething with supressed rage for his failure altough on the outside he is just as melancholic as ever. He hastens into the office to ensure Yargin is safely bound before he recovers from Lynns spell. He glances to the right and then speeds on to the door on the left opening them.

Is everyone alright? Someone's coming. Dj'ahn can you bind Yargin so we can deal with newcomer?

He surveys the scene and looks in the room to check on Yargin.

Dj'hân yelps as an eldritch swirl of clashing colors shoots through the newly opened doorway. Doubly lucky, the tiny urchin manages to avoid both the disorienting magical effect and Yargin's own massive bulk crashing down to the floor when he darts behind the doorjamb. Holding his breath and blinking in shock, the guttersnipe looks down at Lamm's unconscious henchman; a flood of half-forgotten memories of the man assail the boy. Slowly, with a trembling hand, Dj'hân reaches down and picks up Yargin's dropped wand. Looking at the staff-sized stick, the halfling boy licks his lips uncertainly as he turns its quivering tip to point at the man.

The frightened guttersnipe nearly jumps out of his skin when the next door over opens suddenly. Luckily, Dj'hân recognizes Edmond's towering silhouette in the shadowy illumination before turning the wand on him. Brought back to the moment by his companion's question, the halfling urchin looks around confusedly for a moment before asking: "Bind him? With what?" The wily guttersnipe smiles mischievously as he catches sight of the man's sash belt. Having answered his own question, Dj'hân begins to excitedly tug on Yargin's belt.

OOC: Move equivalent action to pick up the wand. Free action to speak. Standard action to remove Yargin's belt.

Frustrated by his failure to deal with the dog quickly and the surprising pain of the bite that it gave him in his leg, Thorson moves to the nearby door through which he hears approaching feet. planting himself solidly beside the door where he won't be hit by it as it opens, he readies an action to instantly land a solid blow as anyone comes through it.

There was a split second thrill of success when she heard the man on the other side of the wall cry out and then fall to the floor, this victory was short-lived however when the sound of heavy footsteps reached her ears. Oh no..., Lynn muttered quietly under her breath. Someone must have been on the boat. Quietly as she could she slipped around the corner to the front of the building, Lynn was sure she didn't want to be the first one whoever was coming ran into. Fighting down the urge to just keep going, she flattened herself against the wall and peeked back around the corner, trying to stay hidden as best she could.

Edmond Deathwish

Edmond stands behind Thorson and readies his guisarme for tripping, holding it low protruding by the side of Thorson right knee. Assuming that one survives barbarians chop.

Dj'hân ties Yargin up with his own belt, whilst Lynn retreats to the corner of the building. Meanwhile, inside, the left-hand door opposite to the entrance slams open, and an extremely ugly half-orc barges into the room. Almost instantly, Thorson and Edmond act like a precision team. Thorson slams his axe into the shoulder of the other half-orc, whilst Edmond reaches past his new team-mate and hooks his guisarme under the enemy's feet.

The enemy half-orc staggers into the room, not quite dropped to the floor by either attack. He turns to face Thorson, and Edmond and Thorson can see that he is missing his right eye, amidst a horrific network of scars that make his face even more hideous. With a strange inane giggle, he slams his flail into Thorson's side, ignoring the blood and bone fragments from his ruined shoulder.

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This is "Giggles", a psychotic half-orc enforcer of Lamm's, pretty much all muscle and no brain. Dj'hân perhaps hasn't got a good look at the half-orc yet (being behind Edmond and Thorson), but he'd recognise the trademark giggle.
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[SBLOCK=OOC]
Thorson, readied attack. 12+5=17, hit. Damage = 11
Edmond readied trip attack. 10+8=18, trip attempt failed. (I used +5 CMB, +2 for feat, +1 for bonded item vs a DC of 15 + targets CMB. Not *quite* enough).
Giggles attack on Thorson, hits, 10 damage.
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Scrambling overtop of Yargin's prone body, Dj'hân busies himself with pulling the unconscious human's arms behind his back and wrapping the man's sash around his wrists. When the other door is opened the diminutive halfling guttersnipe gasps in fright at the familiar sound of the hideous half-orc's maniacal laughing. Shuddering, the boy manages to stammer a single fearful word: "G-Giggles..."

OOC: Full round action to bind Yargin.

Thorson absorbs the blow with a loud grunt, realizing that now he is well and truly hurt, staring into the face of the hideous half-orc in front of him, his mind goes into survival mode. Something clicks, an image appears of a human woman, an amulet around her neck, scratching viciously at this "Giggle's" face as he drags her through an alley, "Giggles" snaps and whips his flail into her head, she falls and does not move. It may be a fantasy born of desperation, of hate, but it's all that Thorson needs.

"You killed her," Thorson growls as a glaze passes over his eyes, his pulse begins to pound in his ears until everything is dominated by a rushing sound in his head, his axe feels light as a feather, there is no pain, there is no fear, and as the adrenaline peaks, a wolf-like howl erupts from his throat and the rage takes over as he swings his axe.

[sblock=ooc]Rage time.[/sblock]

Lynn realized that sounds distorted as they were bouncing off of the water must have played tricks on her ears. It was clear now from the sound of the fighting coming from the nearby door that whoever had come was inside not out. She didn't waste anytime, running to the doorway Thorson had burst through only a short while ago. Her eyes caught the soft light reflecting off the pooling blood on the floor, and the chaotic flicker of steel brought to bare. There Thorson and Edmond engaged the most grotesque half-orc she had ever laid eyes on. The dark was no longer to their advantage. With slow gesture and words at once foreign and familiar, Lynn found that strange spark that flowed in her veins.

[sblock=ooc]I'm a dummy, I thought the footsteps were outside the building, got all afeared for nothing.

Lynn will cast Dancing lights to illuminate the room, and hopefully eliminate any nasty miss chances from concealment anyone might be suffering from. [/sblock]

Giggles, chuckling all the while, swings his flail in a wide arc, but Thorson ducks beneath it.

The room suddenly brightens as Lynn summons glowing lights in the room, and Edmond sends a fan of colour into Giggles' face. This distracts the thug just briefly, but it is enough for Thorson, with a feral sweep of his axe, to lop the head from Giggles' shoulders.

It bounces across the floor to land at Lynn's feet, a manic grin still stretched across its lifeless lips.

[SBLOCK=OOC]
Giggles - miss on Thorson
Edmond - Colour Spray
Lynn - Dancing Lights
Thorson - Attack on Giggles 12+7 = 19, hit. Damage 1d12+12 = 17.
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