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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Uriel" data-source="post: 1658272" data-attributes="member: 8222"> Thurgan and Aranel...OoC: Yes, I gave you the damage bonus, I just rolled crap on the Sneak, sorry.Just so you two ralize the situation, you are sort of hanging, bracing yourselves in mid climb in a rock fissure somewhere above the ceiling opening from the crypts. There isn't room for 5 foot steps or getting behind the beast.************........***********************........***********************........***********************........************************........************************.Cloaker...**********************..Ara............********************.............Thu.......***********************...........***********************............***********ICAranel oulls desperately back, firing her crossbow into the mouth of the beast, though her bolt passes through and out the other side of it's maw, missing. The Cloaker attempts to sever her hand, missing the slim limb.OoC:AofO for firing a missile in melee,it missed.ICThurgan leaps forward, hacking at the Cloaker, again scoring a hit <11 HP>.The Cloaker hisses in pain and lashes out at thurgan, biting his weapon arm <6HP>, all the while looking as if it is at death's door from it's wounds.Aranel manages to withdraw a slim knife and leap above,coming down on the Cloaker's back, plunging it deep into the Aberration. With a final hiss, the thing falls down the cleft,Aranel riding it for a few feet before she reaches out and catches Thurgan'sarm, wedging herseld once more in the rock fissure.OoC:It was wounded already, I used Climb/Tumble checks for you folks' movement, and thought that the last bit was Cinematically Pleasing as well as appropriate for a pair of Rogues.The fissure is silent and there seems to be no sound of the rest of the band below...********************************************************** Battle in the Crafthalls...OoC:Sorry, clarity here... There were 3 dwarfs plus the captain. One is engulfed, one is unmoving on the ground, following a tail swipe. the 3rd was wounded and is now retching and vomiting from some Moan effect from the Cloaker. The captain is wounded but on his feet still.ICSturm reaches the battle, Charging in, Scythe swinging. With a gutteral cry, he burries his blade into the nearest Cloaker <15 HP>, causing the thing to hiss and turn to face him, where it had been about to engulf the retching guardsman instead.The hapless guard crawls a bit further away, though still withing reach of the monster.The Captain swings his Hammer at the nearest Cloaker, cursing as it dissipates, a shadowy figment...The Cloaker who had engulfed a guard rises up, attempting to get clear of the fray, only to find Sturm's Scythe slashing into it's side <14HP>, causing it to shriek in pain and anger.The remaining Cloakers dive for the Captain catching him with a tail slash <7HP>, though missing him with the bulk of their attacks.The last Cloaker, seeing that it's Moan was having little effect, Charges Sturm, biting him <5HP>, a laughable wound for a Dwarf so tough. This beast would soon see what pain was really all about...Sturm scores another hit <12HP> on the nearest Cloaker, further wounding, but not killing it.The Cloaker is brought even more into a reality of sorrow when Rurik reaches the fray, scoring a hit across it's flank <12HP>.The Monster goes suddenly stiff, hitting the ground in a heap. dead. The Captain also scores a hit <10HP>, this time drawing blood from his target witha satisfied grin. 'So, these beasts do bleed, Aye,friend Sturm!?!' Seeing Rurik, he adds 'What kept ye, good Rurik? There's plenny o' monsters left. Not so mean when ye have yer Axe out!'Round ThreeThe Cloaker wounded by Sturm as it flew up and away streaks off, heading for what it thought was safety, towards the Crypts...The last pair of Cloakers, one an obvious Shadow figment  makes a lunge for the Captain again, missing him, as well as missing Rurik with it's tail swipe.Sturm moves in, though his scythe merely dissipates the figment, leaving nothing but the true Cloaker left.Rurik's Axe finds it's mark, though a bit weakly <6HP>.It is at this point that the little Paladin makes his appearance, slamming Violet down upon the beast <Crit,19 HP way-to-go Violet>. The last Cloaker hisses, expelling foul,fetid breath upon the companions, expiring as it did so.The only sound was the retching of the Guardsman and the adrenally pumped breaths of the dwarf warriors left alive.Ishmael looked about, from one to another of the fallen Guardsmen. If only there was a chance...moving quickly to one Dwarf, the Paladin used his Holy Touch, his small hand suffused with a pale yellow glow, the Captain's eyes growing wide as he watches the slash close and heal, leaving a very angry looking, though less severe wound <Dwarf brought to 2 HP pos>.The Captain says quietly to Rurik 'That be a fine talent, thoughi say I might'd git a bit unsettled if it were done ta me.'****************************************************Poor Cloaker...The Cloaker's alien mind raced, The broodmates had been slain...the food had found a means to fight back, killing the brood. Escape, it would go back to the Deeps, sire another brood and find easier prey elsewhere. There was the fissure, flying in the last thing that the monster saw was te outline of two figues, the tiny *plink* sound of two crossbows fired in tandem, the feeling of the bolts sinking into it's flesh, one to take it's left eye, the other down it's gullet, where so many dwarfs had gone so very,very recently. Tumbling down, the last Cloaker hit the crypt floor, dead.< Total of 27 HP from 2 Sneak crossbow bolts...></blockquote>

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