Brave New Planes

[Endur]

The Cimmerian heads off towards the sound of metal to the south. As he walks carefully and slowly, he counts his paces (with the idea that he might have to walk back this way in the dark).

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

The Cimmerian heads off towards the sound of metal to the south. As he walks carefully and slowly, he counts his paces (with the idea that he might have to walk back this way in the dark).

As the Cimmerian approaches, he continues to hear the sound, occasionally punctuated by hoarse shouts and a single, decidedly feminine yelp. After 31 paces, he comes to a branching passage to his right, from which the din emanates. Three more steps, a left turn, seven steps and a right, and he can see the combat. At the end of a thirty-foot passage, three massive creatures, fully eight feet tall, are assaulting a lone woman. She is fending off their axeblows with a trident, but appears to be in a great deal of trouble; blood soaks the side of her body stocking and cloak, and her opponents appear to be entirely unwounded.

 

[Endur]

The Cimmerian charges one of the 8 foot tall creatures.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Brystasia Purelove: Half-Nymph/Female (Avenger/Favored Soul/Heartwarder)

Brystasia smiles and nods at Meekel as he walks though the door and she speaks quickly to the men flocked around her, “Sorry boys I imagine he is here for me and that I should take it in private.”

A low groan escapes the crowd as she elegantly and gracefully moves across the inn and points to an out of the way and quite booth. After pleasantries are finished she listens quietly as Meekel explains his reason for tracking her down.

She looks into the near finished wine as she quietly replies, “Its not really a your friends thing as Conan didn’t want to wait for me to get my equipment, Sandorel had pressing and secret things to do, no doubt pondering the destruction of a deity to prove his manhood. Antillus I simply cannot comprehend sometimes so as I said it’s only Conan that went into the Undermountain. I imagine that an arcana specialist of your skill would have considerable offers on the table for adventuring. If you don’t mind me asking, why us and why Undermountain?” She finishes off her spiel with a friendly smile.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

The Cimmerian charges one of the 8 foot tall creatures.

He takes a hit as he rushes in past their guard (11 damage), but hews his target vertically, his blade moving down through the breastbone and exiting the thigh in a spray of blood. The other creatures turn to face him, their sport forgotten when presented with a real foe.

 

[Endur]

The Cimmerian yells in common, "Foul Hellspawn, nothing can survive my blade!"

The Cimmerian will accept surrenders if the creatures surrender. He'll position himself to protect their victim from any further attacks.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

The Cimmerian yells in common, "Foul Hellspawn, nothing can survive my blade!"

The Cimmerian will accept surrenders if the creatures surrender. He'll position himself to protect their victim from any further attacks.

After a swift flurry of blows, he dispatches one. The other turns to flee.

 

[Endur]

The Cimmerian lets the last creature flee while he turns to see how the wounded woman is doing.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

The Cimmerian lets the last creature flee while he turns to see how the wounded woman is doing.

She is half-collapsed on the floor, hands clamped on the wound in a vain effort to keep the blood in. The stain is slowly spreading, and droplets of blood begin falling from her fingers to the floor.

 

[Endur]

IC: The Cimmerian attempts to bandage the woman to prevent any more loss of blood.

(OOC: Its been a while since Vilya posted. Is Vilya with the Cimmerian right now?)