Age of Worms: Act I - The Whispering Cairn

Orin Heartwood, Male Half-Elf Ranger

Hearing the voice of someone screaming nearby, Orin's eyes flicker open...his feels the hilt of his sword still loosely grasped by one hand and spies the death throes of one rat as it spasms on the floor...then his eyes close again as pain overwhelms his senses and he becomes senseless once more...
 

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Damien's victory was to be a short lived one.

Even as he looked away from the rat finishing its death spasm, Damien saw the rats closing in on him once more and tried to take any defensive position open to him. The bodies on the ground beside him did not leave him many options, and when he finally worked himself free from the rats, two new scratches marked the cost he had to pay.

Starting to feel light headed, Damien saw the priest climbing down the wooden ladder and knew that if the man did not have time to ready his shield and spear he would not last long against the hunger crazed animals. Stepping towards the ladder, he swung the staff low to the ground and caught another of the rats hard. The rat seemed to crumple instantly as the end of the staff shattered its skull, and when Damien raised the staff back up, he saw the end was caked with blood and fur.

Init:

Rats (x2): 17
Damien: 13
Chryse: 10
Samuel: 7
Ozmar: 6

OOC combat:[sblock]Dire rat #2 had a 9 total for his attack roll, a miss. Dire rat #3 had a 20, but did not confirm critical, a hit. Dire rat #4 had a 17, a hit. They both did 1 pt apiece for a total of 2 hps subtracted. Shadow is now at -4 hps.[/sblock]
 
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Jorun Trask, Human Paladin, 7/11 hps

Jorun, hearing the screams, rushes down the ladder, drawing his sword. As he sees the carnage, he lets out an oath and jumps over the bodies into the midst of the rats, attempting to draw their attention while striking at them with his blade.

OOC: Attack: +5 longsword 1d8+3 dmg; AC 16, 7 hps, +0 Init
 
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Seeing a desperate situation, Jorun shouts to any who are still standing: "Try to get the wounded up the ladder. I'll hold them off and we can trap these rats down here!" He continues to fight as long as he can, striking primarily at any rat that gets a flanking position on him.
 
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Clearly not wise to the efforts it would take to get the injured to safety, Chryse decides to ignore the brash instructions of Jorun, and stabs at the rats with his spear.
We must eliminate the immediate threat before I can offer Apollo's bounty! he thinks to himself grudgingly, looking at the dying Shadow and knowing that, threat or not, the man needed healing quickly.

[sblock]Attacking the rats. Shortspear: 0 (1d6) x2. AC: 16.
I'm offering one round of melee, then the wounded need healing :\ [/sblock]
 


Although Damien had managed to stop another of the rats just seconds ago, his actions were not enough to keep the rest of the rats at bay from the two new targets that arrived.

Even as Chryse was pulling his spear free, the rat nearest him bit through his pants and into the meaty part of his calf muscle, and it was only Jorun's years of training that allowed him to sidestep the lunging rat that leapt at him.

Damien never allowed the rat a chance that was landing near the Whitecloak a chance to regain its bearings before he slammed his staff into its ribs. The force of the blow shattered the rat's internal bones instantly and as the glowing red eyes began to fade, it was obvious the thing was dead.

Spinning around to stab at the rat, Chryse's eyes could not believe that a literal chunk of his leg was still attached to the rat's teeth. Seeking the calming influence of Apollo to guide his aim, he was instead met with intense pain and as he stabbed down, the creature dodged out of the way of the off balanced strike.

Staring down into the poorly lit celler, Samuel reached outwards to grasp the very fabric of magic itself and slowly shaped it into the spell he needed. While he had never worked this spell before, he felt confident he could make it work. Once he had shaped it the best he could, Samuel cast the spell outwards, similar to how a fisherman would throw out his net. The spell would risk placing the priest in slumber also, but it was a risk worth taking in Sam's eyes.

As the enchantment sought to compel both targets to go to sleep, Chryse fought through the fatigue by grasping onto his faith of Apollo to give him strength, while the instinct driven rat simply realized that to sleep was to die. As the spell faded, neither target had succumbed to its effects.

However, the internal fight for survival allowed Juron time to draw his blade and swing it at the menace beside the priest. The edge of the sword sliced easily through the rat's fur and cut deeply into the muscle beneath. Although the rat struggeled to get away for a second or two, it soon quickly collapsed and moved no more.

OOC rolls:[sblock]Rat #3 had an 18 total for his attack against Chryse, a hit that did 4 pts of damage to the cleric. Rat #4 had a 6 total for his attack against Jorun, a miss. Damien had a 19 total for his attack against rat #4, a hit that did 6 pts of damage on the rat, killing it. Chryse had a 9 total on his attack on rat #3, a miss. Samuel cast a sleep spell against Dire rat #3, but also against Chryse who was within the radius of the spell. Chryse had a 19 total for his resist and the dire rat an 18, which resulted in both resisting the effects of the spell. Jorun had a 18 total for his attack against DR# 3, a hit that did 9 pts of damage and killed it. Shadow is at -5 hps.[/sblock]
 

OOC: By my count, all the rats are dead. Is this the case?

Jorun looks around, seeking any additional danger from the depths of the cellar. If nothing presents itself, then he tends to the immediate needs of his companions by attempting to stop their bleeding. [Heal + 1] If anything bites at him, he attacks it!

"By the Blade, that was close!"
 

Reaching down and placing pressure on Shadow's torn throat, Jorun can do nothing to halt the flow of blood coming out of the vicious tear.

OOC roll:[sblock]Heal check 8 total. Needed a DC15 to stabalize.[/sblock]
 

"Chryse! Man down! Can your magic help him? He'll bleed to death!" Jorun has a slight edge of panic in his voice, which is uncharacteristic for him, given his experience with battle. The day's events have left him a little on edge.
 

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