(Casual D&D) A Game of Trust

[Guilt Puppy]

(Wow, I could have sworn I posted this already...)

Aerda: Reacting quickly, you nock your bow and let an arrow fly. It finds its target, piercing deep into unarmored flesh, but its recipient takes no apparent notice, charging forward undaunted.

Fendric: You call forth the hand of Pelor to guard you, and remove your weapons as the screaming beast approaches the elder knight.

Niccolo: Turning with your rapier to the others in the camp, it seems that they are as surprised as you. Many have readied their weapons -- spears, knives, and the occasional axe or hammer -- but Alag is shouting feverishly at them. Seeing your raised rapier, he looks directly at you: "Please not attack!"

Merrim: You have your crossbow out, but by the time it's loaded the hobgoblin is already on Exantrius.

Screaming a few final words -- you swear you can hear the name "Thedoric" among them -- the charging creature swings its axe up and across the side of the old knight. You can feel the vibration in your teeth as a resounding clang stretches across the valley. Exantrius turns, staggered, grasping wildly for his sword.

(Next round, actions? Post in an if-then-else format covering several rounds if you expect not to be able to post for a moment.)

Meanwhile, Victus has his weapon out, prepared to defend himself, and Jalarzi is off running back toward Hedrogura.

(See you in the other games, Timothy. All way-too-frickin-many of them )

 

[wings]

Rah!

(ooc- Aerda has a +3 bonus with short-bow, if you are doing the rolling, which would seem the best, somehow.)

Aerda will place another arrow against the wooden bow as he drops to a knee. He pulls it back and aims once again, drawing the string tight and touching his hand to his cheek. He releases another arrow.

Apparently this Hobgoblin has a bone to pick with Exantrius, well, a bone-axe anyhow.

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Re: Rah!

(ooc- Aerda has a +3 bonus with short-bow, if you are doing the rolling, which would seem the best, somehow.)

(Ah, I read your initiative as your attack roll as well for some reason... Checked for a hit and rolled a 19, so the above still stands.)

 

[wings]

okie

Good, then.

 

[National Acrobat]

Merrim will magic missle the creature the next round.

 

[dpdx]

Fendric will try to move within flanking distance and swing with the light flail (+1 bonus - do you roll the attack, or do I?):

"Unhand him!"

(on edit: that's +1 to hit and damage)

 

[wings]

Aerda himself.

I finally got a picture of the little fella in, it came out a mite different than i'd have like, but all the same. There he is.

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Aerda: Once again, your arrow flies true to its mark, landing deep within the hobgoblin's flank.

Fendric: Stepping behind the attacker and taking advantage of his carelessness, you manage to crash a mighty blow heavily across its unarmored back. Finally it seems to take notice, roaring in pain.

Merrim: Your magic missile does not err. The hobgoblin stumbles as your magic sears into its flesh.

Niccolo/Victus: Full defense.

Reeling, the hobgoblin pulls backs and swings freely at your companion's throat. He stumbles back, blood gushing freely, then with a look of sudden determination pulls his sword from its sheath, and in one clean motion the attacker's head and body part ways.

Exantrius breathes deeply, holding one hand to the throat, and drops to one knee. A strange look of remorse passes across his face, and he reaches toward Fendric for aid.

The whole village stands in shock -- none seem ready to take action.

(OOC -- Not to give away too much, but that was some odd rolling of the dice... Consecutive criticals between the two NPCs, which came close to having some really unwanted results, heh.)

 

[Uriel]

Niccolo rushes to Exantrius' side 'M'Lord! How fare thee!'

 

[wings]

Woo-boy.

Aerda mouth opens slightly at the sight of all the blood. He sprints over to Exantrius, kneeling down and helping the human steady himself. He pushes the hobgoblin corpse away.

If any hobgoblins will approach in a threatening manner, Aerda will snarl as only a wild-elf(whoa! he isnt a wild-elf, well, he isnt all wild-elf, anyway!) could before raising his bow.