[3.5] The Storm Coast

[Rhun]

Isóriand knows that they are in trouble as the hobgoblins charge into the room, and he is struck a stinging blow. Focusing himself, and realizing that they need to cut down their foes as quickly as possible, he drives his blade into Oswald's back!


AC: 15

Initiative: 08
5' step as necessary to remain flanking

Attack: Natural 20!!! (Crit Threat)
Confirm Crit: 15
Damage: 7 -or- 10 (7+3) if a 15 is a crit.

(If Oswald is down before this, then obviously change attack to the hobgoblin that hit him)

 

[Mark Chance]

Treachery (The End)

"STOP SINGING AND START FIGHTING!" Theopholis yells in obvious frustration and pain.

I'm right on to doing that!, the bard says in response to the fighter's words.

The hobgoblin at the door advances on Theopholis while the other continues its attack against Isóriand. The monster catches an opening in Theophilus's guard. Its sword slams into the warrior's armored shoulder, dropping him to the stony floor! The wood elf, however, proves cannier than his foe, neatly parrying the hobbo's thrust.

Oswald spins away from Theophilus now that he's no longer a threat, turning his formidable halberd skills against Ragg and Isóriand. The monk's attacks are devastating. Ragg falls to the floor with a terrible head wound. Isóriand catches the spinning butt of the halberd's haft across the chin. The wood elf's head snaps around, his body follows, and then he too collapses.

Lyryc, drops his harp, wields his rapier, and charges to attack the nearest hobbo. Oswald laughs out loud as the bard's rapier glances harmlessly off the hobbo's shield. Then, the monk and both hobbos rush Lyryc. The divine bard makes a go at it. He ducks under one hobbo's sword thrust and handily parries another. Oswald's halberd skills, however, are too much. Lyryc is struck a crushing blow and the world grows dark.

[sblock=Everyone]Well, that didn't go like I planned it. Darn dice. We'll fade to black for a bit. I need to read up on my notes to see what's next.[/sblock]

[sblock=Combat Box]
Isóriand: KOd; 1 lethal, 12 nonlethal.
Theophilus: KOd; 16 nonlethal.
Ragg: KOd, dying; 13 lethal.
Oswald: 7 lethal.
Lyryc: KOd; 4 lethal, 4 nonlethal.
Everyone Else: uninjured.
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[sblock=Dice Rolls]
Hobbos vs. Theo & Isóriand: 1d20+2=17, 1d8+1=6, 1d20+2=5, 1d8+1=5
Crit Check vs. Isóriand: 1d20+4=11, 1d8+1=6
Oswald's Attacks: 1d20+2=21, 1d10+1=8, 1d20+2=17, 1d10+1=4
Everyone vs. Lyryc: 1d20+2=3, 1d8+1=8, 1d20+2=8, 1d8+1=6, 1d20+2=11, 1d10+1=8
[/sblock]

 

[Rhun]

OOC: Fastest TPK evar!

 

[Mark Chance]

Time passes in painful darkness. Vague sensations of movement. Faint echoes of rough voices. Slowly, Isóriand, Theophilus, and Lyryc regain consciousness. They have been disarmed. Their belts, pouches, and backpacks are gone. Their hands are bound tightly behind their backs, and their ankles are bound as well. Flickering lantern light dimly illuminates the large, windowless chamber.

Lyryc lies on a cold, stone floor, close to a corner. He sees Ragg nearby, also bound and looking deathly pale. Lyryc fears the worst, but then realizes there'd be little point in restraining a dead man. The old wizard's white hair is matted with congealing blood. The divine bard sees rusted implements of iron scatterd on the floor.

Theophilus and Isóriand have been placed atop rickety tables. Theophilus cannot see either Lyryc or Ragg from where he lies, but the wood elf can. He also see the warrior's feet. The pair of hobbos stand guard near Isóriand. Their bestial faces show a mixture of anger and fear.

[imager]http://www.wizards.com/dnd//images/pc_portraits/264_05_d64d7.jpg[/imager]Theophilus and Isóriand can also see the monk Oswald. He shows no signs of his wounds, and he is talking to a elderly human. The man is tall and almost impossibly thin. His hair is as white as Ragg's, but his face is smooth albeit not quite youthful.

"You paid me to guard the entrance," Oswald says.

"I know what I paid you for," the man says. "How do you know these are the adventurers sent to find me?"

Oswald says, "Think about, Morgav. What are the odds a group of adventurers would end up here? Tonight? Of course it's them. Hells, one of them is even an aasimar. That can't be a coincidence."

The man, Morgav, considers this. "I suppose you could be right. Now we must enter the tomb."

Oswald laughs, "Not me. I'm paid to guard, not rob tombs. You got more gold?"

"Bah!" Morgav says.

[sblock=OOC]
Time has passed. Ragg is still KOd. Everyone else is conscious but still hurt, not to mentioned bound and unarmed. The picture is Morgav.
[/sblock]

[sblock=Combat Box]
Isóriand: 1 lethal, 8 nonlethal.
Theophilus: staggered; 12 nonlethal.
Ragg: KOd, stabilized; 13 lethal.
Lyryc: 4 lethal.
Everyone Else: uninjured.
Map is here.
[/sblock]

 

[Giant Boy]

After, being offended by the racial prejudice, Lyryc loudly asks, What the HECK is being an aismar got to do with anything monk? What did my kind do to you? We just came in town to have a rest, not start a fight!

OOC: If Lyryc had a dexterous skills, had more hp, and was more of a fighter, the bard would beat up the monk for being rude about his race

 

[Rhun]

Isóriand closes his eyes and fights back a wave of nausea. His entire body hurt...but his head was the worst of it. As Lyryc finishes speaking, the elf adds his voice to that of his companion's. "We merely sought shelter from the storm. We were on our way to Seawall."

 

[Sphyh]

Theopholis just lays there, tired and hurting. He studies his surroundings as best he can with minimal movement and listens to the conversations.

He also keeps his mouth shut. Never was much of a diplomat.

 

[HolyMan]

Dreaming dark dreams of his past Raggart twitches in his unconsious state. In his dreams he is once more bound by eldritch chain as the minions of the Great Lich torment the old man, draining his living energy slowly and painfully.

 

[Mark Chance]

Oswald chuckles at Lyryc's comment. He turns away from Morgav, walking toward the hobbos.

"Even if that is true, Isóriand," Oswald says, "I doubt you'll convince him of that." Over his shoulder, the monks says: "But just in case they're telling the truth, I'm heading back out to the front to stand guard. Out of my way, hobbo."

The hobgoblin growls, but dutifully moves to let Oswald pass.

"Damn monk," Morgav says after Oswald has left. "Watch the prisoners. I'll deal with them later. I don't need all of them alive, so if they get out of hand, feel free to indulge yourselves."

The hobbos chuckle darkly.

Morgav turns and starts to walk toward the only other way out of the room, the way that leads deeper into the tor.

 

[Rhun]

Isóriand surreptitiously tests his bonds, curious as to if they can be broken or perhaps slipped out of...