(Adventure) M1: Goblin Ears and the MTG (dpdx judging) COMPLETED

[Gurdjieff]

[OoC:
HP: 0/5
Spells Prepared:
0 (3+1): Detect Magic, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation, Ghost Sound
1 (2+1): Sleep, Mage Armor, Color Spray ]

Whispering to her companions, Irene says:
"Is that Jezibel? Is she raiding the warehouse? We should hurry!"

 

[orsal]

Whispering to her companions, Irene says:
"Is that Jezibel? Is she raiding the warehouse? We should hurry!"

Nurlan will move at full speed toward the figure by the door. He'll stay behind Charlarn (or Tenebrynn) if either of them has the same idea, ready to deploy his longspear in front of them. When he gets to within 20', if nobody else has spoken yet, he will say, "Halt! This is the security detail for this warehouse. Please explain what is happening!"

 

[Steve Jung]

Charlarn of Phyrah: Male human cleric 1

Whispering to her companions, Irene says:
"Is that Jezibel? Is she raiding the warehouse? We should hurry!"

The cleric replies quietly, "Based on what you've told us, I guess yes to both." He adds under his breath, "Should have drawn my crossbow." If he sees Nurlan moving forward, Charlarn will try to keep pace.

 

[Erekose13]

Tenebrynn says, "This doesn't look right. We had better stop this." He takes off at a run towards the front of the horses, aiming to place himself between them and any escape. His quarterstaff is at the ready.

 

[Manzanita]

Jezibel

The woman turns at the sounds of the approaching footsteps. By the light of the torch held in her hand, it is clearly Jezibel. Despite the change from a loose peasent to the tight leather armor, it is clearly the same woman. Her face shifts into a frown. "Here already? I'm going to kill that Drauer." she mutters, as she slips her torch into a setting on the wagon. She wears a short sword, dagger and pouch on her belt.

Initiative
Telebryn & Nurlan
Jezibel
Irene
Charlyn

 

[orsal]

The woman turns at the sounds of the approaching footsteps. By the light of the torch held in her hand, it is clearly Jezibel. Despite the change from a loose peasent to the tight leather armor, it is clearly the same woman. Her face shifts into a frown. "Here already? I'm going to kill that Drauer." she mutters, as she slips her torch into a setting on the wagon. She wears a short sword, dagger and pouch on her belt.

Initiative
Telebryn & Nurlan
Jezibel
Irene
Charlyn

Nurlan sets his longspear, readying an attack if Jezibel should move toward them at all, but not attacking unless she or an associate attacks or she tries to escape.

"So you stayed with us last night when we were guarding the place, but you were really just planning to rob it. I know someone who will be very happy we caught you. Just don't move, and we'll have to take a look at what you were stealing."

 

[Steve Jung]

Charlarn of Phyrah: Male human cleric 1

"Surrender, Jezibel. We are four while you are alone."

OOC: Sorry to do this, but I'll be away from Friday the 6th until Wed. the 11th. I'll try to stay close to Irene to protect her.

 

[Manzanita]

Round 1

Nurlan approaches Jezibel and readies himself. Telebryn keeps running and manages to just grap the bridle of one of the horses.

Jezibel's hand dips into her pouch and comes out with a small bag, which she has hurled at Nurlan before he can finish speaking. It strikes him squarly in the chest, exploding into a burst of goo, which hardens in the air, binding his arms, and glueing his legs to the pavement. (unable to move, -2 to attacks, -4 to AC)
"Caught me stealing, didja?" she replies, her face widening into a grin.

Charlyn makes his way up to Nurlan. (double move)

 

[Gurdjieff]

Knowing she is unable to enter the fight, Irene moves towards the combat, yet staying behind Nurlan and Carlarn. She keeps silent while doing so, hoping Jezibel won't notice her advance.

 

[orsal]

Jezibel's hand dips into her pouch and comes out with a small bag, which she has hurled at Nurlan before he can finish speaking. It strikes him squarly in the chest, exploding into a burst of goo, which hardens in the air, binding his arms, and glueing his legs to the pavement. (unable to move, -2 to attacks, -4 to AC)

Nurlan lets go his spear, fishes out a piece of wool, and waves it in front of Jezibel as he sings a particularly shrill note. (daze spell, she must make a Will save or lose her next action)

OOC: I'm understanding that his condition doesn't stop any of this -- if I'm mistaken, make it a flare spell instead, which has no material or somatic component.

Meta-OOC: on the road, sporadic internet access, sorry about that.