Synopsis of Round 4
After being stabbed by Lo-Kag's weakening strike, the Salesman drops his dagger, his fingers to weak to manage a solid grip. Scared and frustrated, the warforged uses the closest weapon at his disposal. Swinging the burning pot out from the fireplace, the salesman kicks out at the pot, splashing hot soup in Lo-Kags direction and burning his scaly flesh. The gem slides out from the pot and as the realization of the situation hits him, the salesman cackles with glee.
"Hahahahaha! You FOOLS! You thought you could keep the gem from ME!!! Dash! Keep our friends company. I have bigger fish to fry!"
Picking up the gem, the salesman makes a mad dash for the door, not even caring when Lo-Kag rakes his sword across his back.
While the salesman runs away, Dash does what he does best and runs out the door, taking a couple of hits from Gurdan and Lord Jarot on the way out.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," Alexia groans as she sprints across the room. Seeing Lo-Kag, she shouts out
"Your ancestors were dragons, were they not? Shouldn't you be soaring on wings of fire?" Strangely, Lo-Kag feels a primordial hunger awaken within him that nearly drags him out the door. Alexia herself stops at the door to see what she can see.
Seeing Dash just outside the door, Alexia shouts taunting words laced with arcane magic. The warforged's head snaps back as if he had taken an invisible club to the face and a rage comes over him. Walking back into the door, he yells "WHAT!? YOU THINK YOU CAN STOP US!?"... and then he realizes that he's back inside the house, quickly being surrounded by foes that are not too happy with his master. If he could cry... he would.
Gurdan races past Lord Jarot, avoiding the unstable footing of the splintered table, chasing after the Salesman. Unfortunately for Gurdan, Alexia's magical ploy works a little too well, and the warforged blocks Gurdan's path through the door.
"
Cowardly hunks of junk, get back here!" Gurdan does his best to hustle, hauling his considerable weight towards the door, although clearly moving quickly is not his forte.
"
You, where do you think you're going?!?"
Gurdan makes a frenzied run towards Dash and smashes his hammer into the side of the warforged's head. It slumps to the ground unmoving.
Garrick quickly runs after the escaping warforged, stepping on Gurdan's felled foe on his way out.
Lo-kag sees his opprotunity to attack the thief to his south vanish as Gurdan knocks him out. Without a moment of thought, Lo-Kag charges forward
"I think I can reach him...Yesssss!" Seeing that his enemy is bloodied, he swings with such force as to put end end to the salesman's thievery. Fortunate for the salesman, Lo-Kag miss-steps at the last second and his forceful blow only obliterates the air in front of him.
Grryth gazes at the fallen forge before him for only a moment before the action over by the fireplace grabs his attention. As the salesman grabs the gem and runs out, Grryth begins to sprint after him. A moment before he would have crashed into the other warforged, Gurdan charges forward and clears the way for Grryth. Grryth rushes out the door and spots the Salesman. A loud growl erupts as Grryth leaps forward, axe leading the way towards the salesman. His axe connects solidly with the salesman and the sound of metal scraping through metal runs chills down everyone's spines.
Seeing his foe flee irks Lord Jarot even more, "I won't ALLOW You to get away!"
Seeing the salesman getting away is too much for Gershom, and his forceful rage allows him to rip his way into the physical world. Lord Jarot's physical features expand, twist and warp; hair sprouts from every part of his body, his skin darkens, his face widens and his teeth grow sharp. Charging his way to the front door to see where his enemy is running off to, Gershom calls upon the ancient spirits of the feywild. Performing their services in their otherworldly bargain with the changeling, several small, dark, fairy-like creatures appear from nowhere and pull Gershom into the feywild. An audible *pop* can be heard as Gershom disappears, reality warping around the area that Gershom stood at only a moment before. Slowly the air flexes back into it's original state.
The mysterious feywild looks twisted and foreign; a dark mirror of the material world. Gershom finds himself kneeling, unable to move before a dark and terrible fey queen, sitting upon an obsidian throne; a stark contrasting to her frosty white skin. Gershom stares into her eyes for what seems like an hour before she silently nods in acknowledgment of their bargain. Pointing her silver scepter at him, she chants in a language unknown to the material world and the changeling can feel an infinitesimally small shard of his soul slip out from his body and join the countless other motes that swirl inside of the clear crystal head of the queens' scepter.
A pressure builds inside of Gershom until he feel like he would explode. He feel himself being pulled and pushed in a myriad number of directions, some of which are in non-euclidean, and very alien directions; almost like being in a hundred different places at once while remaining exactly where he is. Gershom walks forward, but moves in sporadic diagonals; stops in place but moves upwards; takes a step backwards but ends up in all places at once, struggling to maintain awareness of his surroundings as his senses are overloaded by odd stimuli. Suddenly his body focuses on one of these locations and he feels himself forcefully and painfully pop into existence in the material world, only seconds after he was pulled into the feywild.
Quickly shaking off the dizziness that accompanies such odd teleportation, Gershom leans forward on the stone bridge in an aggressive stance, snarling at the salesman.
"COME LITTLE MACHINE AND SEE IF YOU CAN PASS!"
[sblock=OOC]
Only the salesman left (and not much left of him). I'm not even going to bother putting in statuses and HP, cause I think this is going to be all over on salesmans' turn. I seriously doubt he's going to survive trying to get by both Grryth and Gershom... Either way, I'mma keep this train'a'rollin'!
Lo-Kag misses with his attack with a total of 18 vs AC, however, because Salesman RAN during his turn, he grants combat advantage, which causes Grryth's attack to hit EXACTLY the right AC
1d20 + 11 - 5 + 2=20, 1d6 + 14=19. [/sblock]
, no but you are correct, each square of a push must move the target further away from you.
