(Casual D&D II) The Fellowship of the White Dove

[Guilt Puppy]

(dp, knew you'd pull through and make it a short delay Good timing)

Fendric: Your words attract the swordsman's attention -- it's not clear that he knows their meaning, but it seems at least that he recognizes a taunt, and he's quick to respond.

Stepping forward, he growls, and almost topples over from the weight of his own swing. (Attack 15, Damage 27)

Heading around the edge of the entanglement, the full-plated orc calls out to his companion: "Markuth! Golth's dead, and so are the others... Can you and I take all these?"

Meanwhile, Orbril scuttles in near to Nurthk -- not wanting to waste time, Hiritus reaches out to take the potion and administer it immediately. (Nurthk: Healed 8 hp.)

Shavah, capitalizing on Fendric's distraction, steps back and swipes with her sword at the back of the swordsman's neck... She connects, but not deeply, and the orc looks back in anger.

(Oliver's initiative, then back through the rest of the order.)

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 2  *    *          *   * *  
 3      *  *                    
 4  *  [color=SandyBrown]+++[/color]       *     *              
 5   [color=SandyBrown]++   +*[/color]  *    x           
 6 [color=SandyBrown]++ *     ++[/color]                     
 7[color=SandyBrown]+           +[/color]   xn*         
 8[color=SandyBrown]+  *        +[/color]  xHox      
 9           [color=SandyBrown]  +[/color] * NS    @   
10 [color=SandyBrown]*           +[/color]     W                
11         [color=SandyBrown]     +[/color]     F  x       
12    [color=SandyBrown]*   [/color]    [color=SandyBrown]* +[/color]      x *     
13        [color=SandyBrown]*  [/color]   [color=SandyBrown]*[/color]   *   OxRx
14  [color=SandyBrown]*          +[/color]        x *   
15             [color=SandyBrown]*[/color]    *  *
16[color=SandyBrown]+ *   *     +[/color]             
17[color=SandyBrown]+           +[/color] *  *       *    
18 [color=SandyBrown]++       *+[/color]                  
19   [color=SandyBrown]*+   ++[/color]      *  *            
20     [color=SandyBrown]+*+[/color] P             *      

[color=SandyBrown]Entangled[/color]

 

[DrZombie]

Hp 15/36 ac 17

Raven picks up his bow (move action) and fires it (st action) to the orc nearest to fendric 3+10=13 to hit, +1 if <30 fr, dmg 5+3 = 8.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Nurthk's twisted dreams and a clear but distant pain, fading in and out constantly, seem to ease. He stops bleeding, and stabilizes.

 

[Uriel]

Niccolo, refreshed by the use of his last precious Cure spell, quickly climbs to his feet and stabs at the Orc closest <throws a dagger if one isn't close enough>.

OoC:Attack 11+6=17. 3 damage. What about Alexander? Get'em Boy!!!!

 

[Sparky]

"Fen, you damn fool!" Oliver growls as he rushes to Fendric's side. He dives and rolls up on the orc's left and making ostentatious jabs that, hopefully, the orc cannot ignore.

AC: 13
Attack: 19 (hits AC 10 to Aid Fendric's AC)
Tumble: 22

OOC: Would an attack get bonus damage any time an opponent is flanked or only if Oliver himself is doing the flanking? Thanks for the clarifications on the second sneak attack/full round action business.

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Oliver: (autopilot, held initiative) Holding back, you look for a good spot to flank or strike.

Niccolo: You dive in with your dagger, stabbing not-too-deeply into the orc's thigh.

Orbril: (semi-autopilot) Seeing the opportunity present itself, you move over and toss your tanglefoot bag. It's a direct hit, although the orc seems to catch his feet enough to avoid being stuck in place.

Nurthk: (unconscious)

Raven: Firing under Fendric's arm, your bow catches the edge of the orc's breastplate, just barely deflecting away from a successful strike.

(Oliver and Fendric's initiative left before the orcs'...)

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 5   [color=SandyBrown]++   +*[/color]  *    x           
 6 [color=SandyBrown]++ *     ++[/color]                     
 7[color=SandyBrown]+           +[/color]   x *         
 8[color=SandyBrown]+  *        +[/color]  xH x      
 9           [color=SandyBrown]  +[/color] * NSn   @   
10 [color=SandyBrown]*           +[/color]   o W                
11         [color=SandyBrown]     +[/color]     F  x       
12    [color=SandyBrown]*   [/color]    [color=SandyBrown]* +[/color]      x *     
13        [color=SandyBrown]*  [/color]   [color=SandyBrown]*[/color]   *   OxRx
14  [color=SandyBrown]*          +[/color]        x *   
15             [color=SandyBrown]*[/color]    *  *
16[color=SandyBrown]+ *   *     +[/color]             
17[color=SandyBrown]+           +[/color] *  *       *    
18 [color=SandyBrown]++       *+[/color]                  
19   [color=SandyBrown]*+   ++[/color]      *  *            
20     [color=SandyBrown]+*+[/color] P             *      

[color=SandyBrown]Entangled[/color]

 

[dpdx]

Fendric: Init 1; HP 23/33; AC 20

[Looks like Oliver's post crossed with yours, GP.]

Pleased that he managed to divert the swordsman's attention, Fendric's eyes take on a near-feral gleam as he faces down an ancestral half-enemy. As the swordsman's blade comes arcing through, Fendric manages to move aside and deflect it past with the shield, laughing at the orc as he does so.

The arrow flying past where his flail hand used to be, Fendric manages to snap back into the here-and-now, snarling "Someone take care of that archer!" as he lays into a blow on the swordsman.

[Attack W with flail: 14; Damage: 5.]

 

[Guilt Puppy]

(Good catch, I probably would have missed the post otherwise.)

Oliver: (backtrack, held initiative cancelled) Rolling in beside Fendric, you manage to provide some distraction to the attacking orc.

Fendric: Struggling to dodge through the strands of Orbril's tanglefoot, the orc manages to get a plated shoulder up just in time to deflect your coming flail.

Grinning, he turns and takes a more careful swipe at you. (Natural 20, crit confirm 16, 17 damage) It's too much to avoid, but between Oliver's coverage and Orbril's sticky net, he at least can't reach anything vital. Stepping out of flanking, he calls back to the orc in full-plate: "'ey don't seem like too much trouble! Hurry up and get over here!"

Grumbling, the plated orc jogs on his way, carefully sticking to the edge of Orbril's entanglement.

Shavah, seeing an opportunity, spins about Niccolo and moves to a position opposite Oliver. Her own attack fails to connect, but as he turns to duck it the swordsman at least leaves an opening...

Hiritus takes a moment to choose his line on the target, then slips in between Niccolo and Shavah, and stabs with the full force his tired body can muster into the orc's hip. It's the deepest wound the opponent has suffered yet, and he seems by no means happy about it.

(Oliver's initiative, then on through the order again.)

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 2  *    *          *   * *  
 3      *  *                    
 4  *  [color=SandyBrown]+++[/color]       *     *              
 5   [color=SandyBrown]++   +*[/color]  *    x           
 6 [color=SandyBrown]++ *     ++[/color]                     
 7[color=SandyBrown]+           +[/color]   x *         
 8[color=SandyBrown]+  *        +[/color]  xx x      
 9           [color=SandyBrown]  +[/color] * N nHS @   
10 [color=SandyBrown]*           +[/color]   o  W                
11         [color=SandyBrown]     +[/color]    OF  x       
12    [color=SandyBrown]*   [/color]    [color=SandyBrown]* +[/color]      x *     
13        [color=SandyBrown]*  [/color]   [color=SandyBrown]*[/color]   *    xRx
14  [color=SandyBrown]*          +[/color]        x *   
15             [color=SandyBrown]*[/color]P   *  *
16[color=SandyBrown]+ *   *     +[/color]             
17[color=SandyBrown]+           +[/color] *  *       *    
18 [color=SandyBrown]++       *+[/color]                  
19   [color=SandyBrown]*+   ++[/color]      *  *            
20     [color=SandyBrown]+*+[/color]               *      

[color=SandyBrown]Entangled[/color]

 

[Sparky]

Oliver cringes as the orc's blow makes it past his best efforts. He curses brutal orc kind. And foolish half-elf kind. And perverse god kind. And any other kind what deserves cursing. And, to Oliver, that's most kinds.

He watches the orc at clears its it blow and turns eyes rolling wildly as foes surround it. He steps to match the orc's move. There. Come on. This way. A hollow, rough-sounding roar of his own escapes Oliver as he drives the two flashing blades home.

AC: 13

Attack/Damage/Bonus: 16/1/+9
Attack/Damage/Bonus: 15/1/+8

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Oliver lands two swift slashes across his enemy's throat: The swordsman's legs crumple beneath his weight, and he falls gurgling to the forest floor.

(Map is the same as above, but imagine that 'W' is just an 'x' now. Niccolo's initiative next, then on through...)