CLOSED! Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Game (ToEE)

"Your gods cannot save you now! Your ogre and men are dead! Pelor has won the day," Aeron says with as much confidence as he can muster. The cleric whispers fiercely to his fellows, "Prepare to fall back. Get Sir Merrick if you can. Leave me if you must." He then moves forward and prepares to face whatever foes may come.
[sblock=OOC]Move right in front of Shoon and ready to attack any enemy that comes within reach.[/sblock]
 

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Ciaran involuntarily whistles as Jinx's ray slices through the ogre. He reconsiders casting his spell, and says quietly, "The Web will disappear when I command. Tell me if you run. I will stand with Aeron." His voice trembles as he shakes his head. Worried in some way that he has brought his companions into this trouble, he feels compelled to pull them back out.

(Move to BA69, and ready a Magic Missile to the next foe seen.)

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Level 0: Ray of Frost, Prestidigitation, Mage Hand, Detect Magic, Open/Close
Level 1: Obscuring Mist, Lesser Orb of Electricity, Ray of Enfeeblement, Magic Missile
Level 2: Gust of Wind, Glitterdust, Web
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Filling the space newly vacated by Aeron, Jinx begins tugging on Sir Merrick in an attempt to get the fallen knight out of harms way. Entirely forgetting his earlier "prayer" to Pelor, the little gnome can't help but to gloat to himself at the success of his spell. "Didja see it, Bauble?! Now that's crispy! How good I've gotten at me handicraft!"

Double move action, withdraw backward and try to get Sir Merrick out of harm's way.
 

Zirat

The champion's chain swings in the air, ready to strike a foe that might get closer enough..
We better fall back.
He says to his nearby companions and help Shoon free from the Ogre.
More of them are coming and the Sir is still unconscious.

[sblock=ooc]Ready action for AoO if anyone gets 10ft. from him.
Chain (10 ft. reach)
MW Spiked Chain [attack:+10, Dmg:2d4+5, crit x2, 10 lb., two-handed, piercing] [/sblock]
 
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Shoon grunts in frustratoin as he attempts to free himself from the pauldron, he glares at the remaining enemies. "You are worried that we will get away?" He calls out to them. "We have slain your Ogre, we have slain your Troll, and we have slain your feathered beak-bear... thing! We have defeated every one of the guards we have come across. How many of your men do you intend to send against us before you flee and abandon them?"

Intimidate +0
 
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Deren is going to move back and hide behind the table with a dagger ready in hand. He peers around the edge, showing as little of himself as possible while he waits.

OOC: Hide +18.
 

To make it easier on me, and because their actions came after the ogre's fall, I am simply moving Ciaran, Aeron and Zirat to the top of the initiative order.


Ciaran involuntarily whistles as Jinx's ray slices through the ogre. He reconsiders casting his spell, and says quietly, "The Web will disappear when I command. Tell me if you run. I will stand with Aeron." His voice trembles as he shakes his head. Worried in some way that he has brought his companions into this trouble, he feels compelled to pull them back out. From his new position, he too can see a host of foes ahead. At group of five gnolls, five humans and a bugbear fill the chamber ahead. Not wasting any time, Ciaran invokes another of his deadly spells, sending two pulses of magical energy flying toward the nearest gnoll. The beast is staggered by the spell, but remains standing.


"Your gods cannot save you now! Your ogre and men are dead! Pelor has won the day," Aeron says with as much confidence as he can muster. The cleric whispers fiercely to his fellows, "Prepare to fall back. Get Sir Merrick if you can. Leave me if you must." He then moves forward and prepares to face whatever foes may come. Passing over the prone Shoon, the cleric comes around the corner to find himself face to face with the host of enemy! Still, he steadies himself and whips his mace at the nearest gnoll, delivering a crushing blow onto its head. He feels skull crunch beneath the weapon and the gnoll tumbles down.


The champion's chain swings in the air, ready to strike a foe that might get closer enough.
"We'd better fall back," he says to his nearby companions as he steps forward and helps Shoon free from the ogre. "More of them are coming and the Sir is still unconscious."

Deren moves back and hides behind the table with a dagger ready in hand. He peers around the edge, showing as little of himself as possible while he waits. The halfling, aided by his magic cloak, manages to hide himself so well, that even his companions lose track of where he has gotten to.

Dog Moon, I show that Deren should have a +19 Hide...(6 ranks, +4 dex, +4 size, +5 Cloak)


Shoon grunts in frustration as he attempts to free himself from the pauldron, he glares at the remaining enemies. "You are worried that we will get away?" He calls out to them. "We have slain your Ogre, we have slain your Troll, and we have slain your feathered beak-bear... thing! We have defeated every one of the guards we have come across. How many of your men do you intend to send against us before you flee and abandon them?" Whether it is the fact that the nearby foes watch the monk try to ride their ogre and then embarrasingly fall to the ground, the are not fazed in the least by his threats.


Filling the space newly vacated by Aeron, Jinx begins tugging on Sir Merrick in an attempt to get the fallen knight out of harms way. Entirely forgetting his earlier "prayer" to Pelor, the little gnome can't help but to gloat to himself at the success of his spell. "Didja see it, Bauble?! Now that's crispy! How good I've gotten at me handicraft!" Jinx flexes his stout gnomish muscles and begins dragging the fallen knight away from the enemy, coming to a stop near the (mostly) closed door.


Sir Merrick does not resist the gnome's tugging.


The closest gnoll attacks Aeron, but his axe doesn't even come close. Another gnoll steps over the body of his fallen comrade and attacks, but the Last Prophet defects the strike with his shield.


The human in the rear of the group calls out upon seeing Aeron. "Aha! There is one of the infidels! Kill him. Kill them all! They have defiled the Earth Temple and cursed us all!"



Just want to apologize for the delays that my vacation caused...hope we can get back on track now.

Initiative Count
20 Ciaran - move, cast magic missile vrs gnoll a, damage 8
20 Aeron - move, attack Gnoll a 16 (success), damage 9
20 Zirat - 5' step, ready action to attack
19 Deren - hide check 34 (success)
13 Merrick - unconscious, stable
13 Shoon - Stand from prone, Intimidate check "1" (failure)
12 Jinx - grabs Merrick, withdraws
9 gnoll b - attack Aeron 9 (failure)
9 gnoll d - 5' step, attack Aeron 12 (failure)


PC Status
Merrick -7/22; unconscious, stable
Shoon 13/18
Zirat 27/31
Jinx 15/15; mage armor (approx 55 mins left) for AC17



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Guard 1 -4/38, stabilized
Guard 2 -3/27, stabilized
Guard 3 -7/27, stabilized
Guard 4 -3/27, stabilized
Guard 5 -7/8
O1 DEAD
Gnoll a -6/11
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[sblock=OOC]I'm going to proceed as I was, since Aeron hasn't actually heard Zirat's words yet.[/sblock]
"Yes," Aeron calls back to the human at the rear of the group. "I am the servant of Pelor, and your cult holds no sway where His servant brings His light!"

The cleric swings at the foe nearest him, hoping to by some time. He turns his head back, toward the others and fiercely whispers, "Go!"
 

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