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(Casual D&D V) The Tourne

doghead

thotd
ic - Casual

Xiao grunts as he evades the latest worm attack. The dodge smoothly flows into attack, as once more he explodes into action. Once more somewhat ineffectually.

[sblock=ooc]Flurry of Blows
* Attack 10, Dam 9.
* Attack 12, Dam 9. Don't think either of those will hit.[/sblock]
 

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dpdx

Explorer
[I really hate not getting subscription notices. Had I gotten one, this combat would just about be over. :(]

Hiritus looks up, and begins a chant of his own:

"In the Name of the Radiant Light, foulest creatures of hideous taint, I banish you!!"

[Turn Undead: 4 (natural 1 - arrgggh!) - Hiritus turns any worm 5 HD or lower, destroying any that are 2 HD or lower, 13HD worth.]

Fendric feels the sting of the worm, and feels his muscles tense up.

[Fort Saves: 9 (another natural 1!), 27.]
 

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Guest 11456

Guest
Cylantro : Female Human

Seeing more worms still around, Cylantro begins a familiar spell once more and then as she completes it three more glowing missiles fly from her fingers and strike the nearest worm.

OOC: Magic Missile for 14 (5+5+4) damage; Casting Time: 1 standard action; Range: 160ft.

If there is still an enemy left after Hiritus' turn then cast on the nearest, else delay action until more worms appear and then cast.
 

Guilt Puppy

First Post
Hiritus casts his spell; the worm constricting Nurthk releases its grasp, and begins immediately to burrow away. All but the one farthest from Hiritus, the one near Xiao and Cray, have the same reaction, turning toward the ground.

Oliver moves to assist Tatlock (who quite quickly runs back, climing onto the cart for safety), striking at the one near the boy as it tries to flee, but fails to make contact. Fendric, meanwhile, feels his body become gripped with paralysis.

Raven (autopilot) fires away at the worm which has not turned. He sends out three arrows, all of which find their mark; the thing is left motionless, flat on the ground, trailing away from the archer.

Cray strikes at but misses one of the fleeing worms.

Brich steps in, slipping his hands under the unconscious Sturt's shoulders, pulling him toward the safety of the cart. Federich steps in and presses his sword through the arched back of one worm as it tries to escape; it is pinned in place, and falls motionless moments after. Koehl gets a slice in at the worm which has bit Fendric, but it is less substantial.

Xiao steps in toward the one which has released Nurthk, but fails to injure it before it escapes. Cylantro's target is not so fortunate; she sends another flash of light across the camp, and the worm which has injured Fendric now falls motionless, head half-buried in the ground.

The two remaining worms (the ones which have attached Nurthk and Tatlock respectively) disappear from sight, burrowing away toward safety.

Brich hefts Sturt up into the cart, aided by Tatlock and Harrold (who both seem nervous about touching the unconscious man at first, but are compelled as much by Brich's stern gaze as any moral compulsion to help all the same).

Nurthk feels his paralysis pass almost immediately; Fendric has to wait several more tense seconds, but feels his disappear as well. In the intervening time, no additional worms appear.
 

Festy_Dog

First Post
With a groan and a wince Nurthk returns to motion. Various bites on his person were leaking and his shoulders were slumped from exhaustion.

"The place must be infested with them," he says wearily as he cautiously picks his way back to the others, "Could there be a specific reason for it, or has it always been like this?"

The question is directed towards everyone, in case someone who knows the route or an expert on such creatures as them could enlighten the others as to their insights.
 

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Guest 11456

Guest
Cylantro : Female Human

Hearing Nurthk's query, Cylantro tries to search her mind for any thoughts on these creatures.

OOC: Trying Knowledge (arcana, geography, history & local) and Spellcraft to see if she knows anything about these beasts.
 

hellrazor111

First Post
Cray sits on a cart and pulls a potion from a pouch on his belt, unstopping it he prepares to drink. Before it touches his lip he looks stops and looks around and corks it, taking it to the most heavly damaged person.

OOC: potion of cure light wounds
 

doghead

thotd
ic - Casual

Xiao slowly scans the ground, making sure all of the worm things have gone. Once he is sure, he wonders over to where he dropped his staff, and pick it up.

"Maybe we leave this place. Find some nice hard ground ... rocks ... rocky ground. There is nothing here to find*. Only trouble, which keep finding us."

[sblock=*]We have searched the campsite fairly well, right?[/sblock]
 

dpdx

Explorer
"Be on your guard! I only managed to scare them away, they may yet return!"

Hiritus moves over to Sturt and lays on hands, instructing the Tournean watching over him to keep him still until Fendric can heal him. Once that instruction is understood, Hiritus moves over to Cylantro, and repeats the process.

[Lay on Hands, Sturt, 3 pts (14 remaining). Lay on Hands, Cylantro, 6 points. Longsword still drawn.]

Fendric, for his part, still feels the connection to his summoned Xorn as he stays paralyzed. Empathically, he reaches out to the animal to protect him. When his mobility returns, he eschews healing of himself for the time being, and looks for the most grievously injured. Calling out, he locates Sturt and rejoins Hiritus at the unconscious body. Pouring healing into the Tournean, Fendric keeps a close watch out for the return of any worms.

[Cure Critical Wounds (domain), Sturt, 23 points healed.]
 

Sparky

Registered User
Oliver slumps to the ground exhausted, tiredness and the ache of bones and of wounds overriding caution. Though not for long. With a pained grunt, the old man heaves himself upright and is glad to at least see no further loss amongst their company.

He spies Cray and his potion, the big man moving to help the wounded. Oliver hurries to intercept him, "Pelor blesses that one..." he gestures vaguely in Fendric's direction with a short-sword smeared with mucus and ichor, "...Abundantly." He smiles at a joke just for himself before continuing, coughing into the crook of his arm, "I'd save it for a time when Fendric... when..." he makes a warding sign across his chest. "I'd save it."

He hardly knows anyone here. The older man, quite in spite of himself, pats the younger man on his shoulder, an awkward feat at best with weapons in hand, a feeling of affection toward him. That's uncommon generous.

He is surprised at the silvery light that blooms in his palm, shining out in the gaps between bloody fingers curled around the hilt of his sword. The light leaks out between his fingers and sinks surreptituously into Cray's shoulder, a pool of black-limned quicksilver. Gone in an instant. Oliver's eyes dart around in pure puzzlement.

Winkle hoots from a perch high on one of the wagons. He'd returned from a high, circling gyre above the site of the camp and the grisly attacks and now watched Oliver with slow-blinking amber eyes.

OOC:
Cure Light Wounds on Cray: 5
 

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