Age of Worms: Act I - The Whispering Cairn

[Majin]

Hearing the commotion down below, Damien rushes to see what's going on. Seeing his new "friends" in trouble he moves to find a place to whack at the rats. What little experience Damien has had fighting abnormal creatures could be exhibited here, as occasionally he would have to beat back rats close to this size to keep them away from his father's horses.

He gripped his quarterstaff and took the first open shot he could at the nearest rat.

 

[Elocin]

Shadow - Rogue 1

Man what is with this place and no wonder the goblins closed the only entrance to down here, I would have as well.

Yanking his rapier out once more Shadow will attmempt to stab one of the foul beasts but still keep Orin at his back.

(Rapier +1 to hit, 1d6+1 damage - sneak attack 1d6)

 

[hippocrachus]

Seeing the little vials glow with a magical aura, Chryse picks them up and examines them a bit more. Finally, coming to the conclusion that he is not knowledgable in the Arcane Arts enough to determine what their enchantment is, he places them back in the bag and shrugs his shoulders.
"These things hold an enchantment of some manner I know not of," he says to those still interested.
Completely neutral in the affairs and plans of these people, Chryse has already decided he would be attending those that would enter the cairns, and walks away to sit by the fire as the others continue discussing such matters. When Damien rushes downstairs, apparently where others have gone, Chryse stands in alarm and prepares to join him. Not in any hurry, as the younger man didn't quite explain himself, and the others didn't call for assistance...

 

[Saterus]

Samuel moves quickly out of the way before he is run over by Damien as the man rushes towards the back of the house.

"Where in the devil are you going?" asks Samuel, not pauses for a response before he follows the man at about half the pace. He is interested, but sees no immediate reason to race through the crampt building.

 

[Verbatim]

Placing his back against Orin's, Shadow stabbed out with his rapier hoping to catch one of the rats in mid-charge. While his plan was a good one, the target of his strike had a plan of its own, dodging out of the way of the steel fang the intruder had and snapping out with a bit of his own. The first rat could not break through the tough leather of Orin's boot, but the second rat would not be denied. Leaping at Shadow, its' razor sharp teeth sunk deep into his neck. When the creature thrashed wildly as blood filled its mouth, Shadow's eyes grew wide as his world instantly went dark.

The situation was just as dire for Orin as the two rats leapt upon him, each one ripping large chunks of his flesh out of the archer before he could bring the huge blade down upon them. With a look of surprise that his knees would no longer support his weight, Orin's system only had one option left open to it to handle the sudden pain. He passed out.

OOC:[sblock] Shadow had a 4 for his attack roll against dire rat #1. He missed. Dire rat #1 had a 6 and missed. Dire rat #2 had a 20, and confirmed on the critical for 8pts of damage. Shadow is dying at -2 hps. Dire rat #3 and 4 had a 18 and 19 respectively and both rolled 4s on damage for a total of 8. Orin is Unconscious.[/sblock]

Init for round 2:

Dire rats: 17
Damien: 13

 

[hippocrachus]

OOC:
[sblock]Oh sure sure, let's all get killed within our first few encounters! The cleric still has spells left, right? Ungrateful *grumble* *grumble*
No need to worry, Elocin [/sblock]

 

[Majin]

Damien's heart skipped a beat as he saw his newfound companions drop before him. His eyes widened in terror as he realized he was alone against these vermin. He screamed, "We need help down here! Fast! They're dying!"

Dying... he thought. He had never seen so much death in his life. His mother died when he was only an infant, so he was too young to remember even that. This was all new to him, in so many ways. He tightened his sweaty grip on his staff and swallowed, hard. Holding the buckler he had tied to his arm up towards the rats, he shivered a moment, and then attacked, determined to protect the fallen from further harm.

 

[Verbatim]

As the two men fell, the rats turned to face Damien with bloodlust in their glowing red eyes and blood dripping from three of the four's sharp teeth. Spinning the staff in front of him like a moving shield, Damien twisted around as best he could as the rats converged upon him, but even that was not enough to keep them all at bay.

Two of the rats managed to score bits on him, one a scratch to the hand and the other a painful bite to his ankle.

Screaming out for help against the vermin in the pit, Damien knew he had to act fast as the odds were not in his favor. Striking out with his staff, Damien caught one of the canine sized rats in the center of its back and felt the momentary resistance of its spine against the hard oaken staff. As the spine snapped, the rat collapsed to the ground and clawed weakly for a moment before going still.

OOC Combat rolls: [sblock]Dire rat #1 had a 7 total for its attack roll. Result was a miss. #2 had a 19 total, and did 1 pt of damage to Damien. #3 had a 17 total and inflicted 4 pts of damage. #4 had a 9 total for a miss. Damien had a 15 total (a hit), and did 8 pts of damage to #1. Dire rat #1 is dying.[/sblock]

Init for Rnd 3:

Dire Rats: 17 (x3)
Damien: 13

OOC 2: Sorry about forgetting to add your Init in Majin the first time.

 

[Saterus]

WHAT!? What do you mean they are dying? Who is dy--" Samuel cuts off as he rushes around the corner and sees the melee at the bottom of the stairs.

Flustered, he does not know what to do, but fervently tries to manipulate the swirling energy to do something to the rats.

[sblock]OOC: Samuel tries to cast anything and ends up casting Sleep as he knows how to charm people and that it is vastly different than what he is attempting now. [/sblock]

EDIT: How unfortunate...I missed casting the spell in this round by 1 minute...

 

[Elocin]

Shadow - Rogue 1

How in the nine hells did I miss hitting a rat, see I knew I should have kept my nose out of all this mess. Especially when I found that bag of coins; I should have just went out the back door and never looked back, but no I have accompany someone Ido not know to go see what is down in the cellar and what becomes of it. Seeing my lifeless body on the floor at my feet with blood flowing freely out of the ragged hole in my neck.

So here should be a rather vivid reminder of why I should not stick my nose into places it does not belong.