[AU] Butterfly Cage
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Rybaer
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Grathis snarls in pleasure as he sees his javelin hit the mark. He is less pleased when the mojh pulls it back out.
Grathis draws his morningstar and moves toward the mojh.
(ooc - he will focus on trying to position himself to attack next round, but also to cut off at least one exit from easy use.)
Grathis draws his morningstar and moves toward the mojh.
(ooc - he will focus on trying to position himself to attack next round, but also to cut off at least one exit from easy use.)
*Lornae fires another little bolt into the mojh, and it strikes home in the mojh's leg. Connor's second mudball goes flying over the woman's head, much to his dismay, joined by Galen's a moment later. Both mudballs splat on the floor behind the others. The man is still blinded, but the woman charges Grathis with a scream of pure fury.*
"You killed him! You killed him!" she screams, her scimitar held high. She slashes it down in a devistating blow dangerously near Grathis' neck.
*The mojh sprinkles something on the ground, and points to the pick on the man's pack. It begins to move on its own accord and floats over near the mojh. However, it does not avail him as Sanje charges inward, bastard sword held high, and slashes across the mojh's stomach. Bleeding badly, both the mojh and the pick fall to the ground, still.*
*Scinathar targets the man, him being much easier to hit, and the bolt goes right through his chest. The man drops with a strangled moan and hits the floor hard. Mochor turns to the woman that is furiously slashing at Grathis and attempts to hit her, but her armor is well made and she is focusing all her attention on the enemy in front of her.*
*Grathis grabs his morningstar and tries to ward off the furiously angry woman in front of him, crashing his morning star through her sheild arm and into her chest, shattering both. The woman gasps in pain, and glances over her shoulder. She sees the mojh lying on the floor, and the man too, and staggers back a few paces, her ruined arm and shield danging at her side. Her scimitar is up in a guard position, but she is bleedly badly, swaying on her feet, and has tears pouring down her face.*
"No..." she whispers.
[Lornae hits a 21 for 4 points of damage. Connor and Galen both hit a 10 and miss. The man is still blinded. The woman charges and hits Grathis with a 20, dealing 8 points of damage. The mojh animates the pick. Sanje hits a 21 for 6 points of damage, dropping the mojh. Scinathar hits a 14 and does 6 points of damage, dropping the man. Mochor does a flurry of blows on the woman, but gets a 2 and a 10, missing twice. Grathis hits a 17 for 11 points of damage, and the woman is the only one standing, and she looks badly hurt.]
"You killed him! You killed him!" she screams, her scimitar held high. She slashes it down in a devistating blow dangerously near Grathis' neck.
*The mojh sprinkles something on the ground, and points to the pick on the man's pack. It begins to move on its own accord and floats over near the mojh. However, it does not avail him as Sanje charges inward, bastard sword held high, and slashes across the mojh's stomach. Bleeding badly, both the mojh and the pick fall to the ground, still.*
*Scinathar targets the man, him being much easier to hit, and the bolt goes right through his chest. The man drops with a strangled moan and hits the floor hard. Mochor turns to the woman that is furiously slashing at Grathis and attempts to hit her, but her armor is well made and she is focusing all her attention on the enemy in front of her.*
*Grathis grabs his morningstar and tries to ward off the furiously angry woman in front of him, crashing his morning star through her sheild arm and into her chest, shattering both. The woman gasps in pain, and glances over her shoulder. She sees the mojh lying on the floor, and the man too, and staggers back a few paces, her ruined arm and shield danging at her side. Her scimitar is up in a guard position, but she is bleedly badly, swaying on her feet, and has tears pouring down her face.*
"No..." she whispers.
[Lornae hits a 21 for 4 points of damage. Connor and Galen both hit a 10 and miss. The man is still blinded. The woman charges and hits Grathis with a 20, dealing 8 points of damage. The mojh animates the pick. Sanje hits a 21 for 6 points of damage, dropping the mojh. Scinathar hits a 14 and does 6 points of damage, dropping the man. Mochor does a flurry of blows on the woman, but gets a 2 and a 10, missing twice. Grathis hits a 17 for 11 points of damage, and the woman is the only one standing, and she looks badly hurt.]
Rybaer
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Grathis howls in pain at the blow dealt him, but forces it aside to strike his own devastating blow back. When she staggers away, severely wounded, Grathis is able to realize that she is the last standing. Somehow, he controls himself from pressing a potentially final blow against her.
He raises his morningstar threateningly. In a voice that is more snarl than speech, he orders her to "Yield!"
He raises his morningstar threateningly. In a voice that is more snarl than speech, he orders her to "Yield!"
*The woman breathes in and out of her teeth, struggling against pain and a rising tide of emotions. With a cry of pain, she drops to her knees and lets her sword go.*
Keia
I aim to misbehave
Connor - Init: 13; AC: 13; HP: 7/7; Wpn: Staff +0, 1d6-1 20(x2)
Connor, sensing that combat is at an end - for the moment - moved over to the two that had fallen. He prepared to transfer a small amount of wounds from each of them to stabilize them. He didn't have much healing skill (well, none really), but he was prepared to try and help.
"I assume we would like to question them?" Connor asked.
Connor, sensing that combat is at an end - for the moment - moved over to the two that had fallen. He prepared to transfer a small amount of wounds from each of them to stabilize them. He didn't have much healing skill (well, none really), but he was prepared to try and help.
"I assume we would like to question them?" Connor asked.
WizWrm
First Post
"Very well," says Sanje, his deep voice echoing throughout the cavern, "We shall staunch their wounds, but do not forget what it is that I said about the mojh." He turns to the sobbing woman, "We have killed no one. Your grief is unneeded."
Sanje contributes, if necessary, to the stabilization of the fallen pair. Once this is completed, he begins to wander around the chamber, taking a closer look at everything. After a couple minutes he turns around to face the woman again. "You may start. Tell us everything you can about your expedition here, your rivalry with Javdak, why you've been attempting murder with the rockfalls, and about this place itself, for this is what we have gathered about your purpose here."
Sanje contributes, if necessary, to the stabilization of the fallen pair. Once this is completed, he begins to wander around the chamber, taking a closer look at everything. After a couple minutes he turns around to face the woman again. "You may start. Tell us everything you can about your expedition here, your rivalry with Javdak, why you've been attempting murder with the rockfalls, and about this place itself, for this is what we have gathered about your purpose here."
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