CLOSED! Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Game (ToEE)

[Rhun]

Battle with the Master, round 6

Realizing that only certain death await him if he continues to fight the bandit leader, Thomas tugs sharply on the reins of his mount and urges him to leave the battle and heads back towards Hommlet.

Noting Thomas' abrupt departure Jebediah focusses his full attention of the remaining bandit, urging his mount forward Jebediah reins in his mount in some fifteen feet away from the master. Pointing his finger at the bandit he addresses his foe in a clear rich baritone. "Lareth you are defeated! your men lie fallen at your feet. Surrender now and you'll be spared the same fate."

Merrick steps forward and slashes at the man with his glaive, unwilling to give the foul priest a chance to work more of his evil magic. Despite the knight’s zeal, the Master’s plate armor turns the blade, and he is unharmed by the attack.

Moaning, Zirat pulls back wounded, and takes a divined touched vial from his belt. Taking it all in a single swig, he feels more refresh, and readies himself for more battle.

Deren grimaces as his dagger once again fails to strike true. He grabs another one and throws it, whispering a quick word to Ehlonna for luck as he does so. Unfortunately, Deren’s aim is off this day, and this dagger flies wide, sinking up to its hilt into the front of the wagon.

Seeing that the battle is nearly done, Aeron charges at the spellcaster. The momentum of his rush gives him the added force he needs to penetrate the man’s heavy armor, and his mace strikes home, crushing metal and bruising the flesh beneath.

Surrender? Ciaran shakes his head, positive that Lareth is far beyond surrender. He will undoubtedly try something to get the upper hand long enough to run away like a coward. No, that must not happen. Ciaran nocks a bolt, and notes to his steed, "Get ready to ride."

”Even in death, I shall serve my goddess. But I shall take you with me!” shouts the Master, as he moves to attack, drawing his mace from his belt. Even as he moves, Jebediah releases another bolt of electricity at his foe, and Ciaran let’s loose a quarrel from his crossbow, even while his mount charges across the battlefield. Jeb fails to take into account his opponent’s movement, though, and his ray shoots harmlessly off into the air. Ciaran’s bolt strikes, but is deflected by the man’s armor, and ricochets off into the dirt. Encraid strikes at the cleric with his hoof, but the cleric sidesteps the attack. The Master swings his mace hard at Aeron, the weapon held in a two-handed grip, and Aeron nearly falls to his knees as he feels the powerful blow tear his flesh and crack his ribs.



OOC:
Thomas 25: frightened
Merrick 17: attack vrs Master 18 (failure)
Zirat 17: drinks potion of cure light wounds, healed 7 points
Deren 13: attack vrs Master 13
Aeron 8: charge action, attack vrs Master 21, damage 4
Jebediah 8: readied action, Energy Ray vrs Master, ranged touch “1” (failure)
Ciaran 8: attack vrs Master 16 (failure)
Encraid: attack vrs Master 9 (failure)
Master 8: attack vrs Aeron 20 (success), damage 12

PC Condition Summary
Zirat: 11/22
Aeron: 5/17
Thomas 10/19, frightened 2 rounds


Opponent Condition Summary – Players no look!!!
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G1: -6/12
G2: -3/12
G3: -7/12
G4: -5/12
G5: dead
G6: -7/12
Lt: -3/38
Master: 23/41
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MAP:


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[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Zirat

Feeling much better, Zirat moves to strike the master (To M14) , he then swings his chain in hlaf arc pattern in the air and tries to land it on the master's head. (From 10ft.)

MW Spiked Chain [attack:+8 (magic weapon oil included), Dmg:2d4+4 (Magic weapn included), crit x2, 10 ft. reach]

 

[Dichotomy]

Even with blood spewing from his mouth, Aeron is resolute. In fact, to his companions, he seems more determined that even a moment before. "Your goddess has no power in the presence of the Shining One!" the cleric of Pelor shouts as he brings his mace to bear again.
[sblock=OOC]Attack, then 5-foot step to get behind one of his allies, if possible.[/sblock]

 

[Dog Moon]

"Gah!" Deren cries out in annoyance as his dagger flies wide again. He hopes he can find his missed daggers after this is over. He grabs another one and seems to half-heartedly throw it.

OOC: Dagger +7 ranged (1d3+2) [+1 attack/+1 damage within 30 ft; +2 damage v. Humans]

 

[Voadam]

Sir Merrick strikes again, bringing his glaive down in a two-handed slash at the cleric's neck. "No more!"

 

[Lord_Raven88]

”Even in death, I shall serve my goddess. But I shall take you with me!” shouts the Master, as he moves to attack, drawing his mace from his belt. Even as he moves, Jebediah releases another bolt of electricity at his foe, and Ciaran let’s loose a quarrel from his crossbow, even while his mount charges across the battlefield. Jeb fails to take into account his opponent’s movement, though, and his ray shoots harmlessly off into the air. Ciaran’s bolt strikes, but is deflected by the man’s armor, and ricochets off into the dirt. Encraid strikes at the cleric with his hoof, but the cleric sidesteps the attack. The Master swings his mace hard at Aeron, the weapon held in a two-handed grip, and Aeron nearly falls to his knees as he feels the powerful blow tear his flesh and crack his ribs.

"If it's death you want, then it's death you'll receive!" aiming once more at the lone bandit, Jebediah fires a ray of electrical energy, hoping to hit the deadly opponent.

Thomas
AC 17, HP: 10/19, +5 Init. Fleeing

Jebediah
AC 14, HP: 13/13, 6/11 PP’s. attacks with an electrical Energy Ray +6 to hit 2d6 damage, No Save.

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Ciaran switches his crossbow to his left hand as he draws his club with his right. He and Encraidd wait to disrupt whatever Lareth has planned with a flurry of hooves and strikes.

 

[Rhun]

Thomas continues to urge his mount further from the battle, the horse flying over the dirt and gravel road.

Sir Merrick strikes again, bringing his glaive down in a two-handed slash at the cleric's neck. "No more!" The knight grimaces as the blade skitters off the steel gorget about the Master’s neck, again doing no harm.

Feeling much better, Zirat moves to strike the master, swinging his chain in a half arc pattern through the air and landing it solidly on the Master's head. The priest cries out in pain, as blood flows down his brow.

"Gah!" Deren cries out in annoyance as his dagger flies wide again. He hopes he can find his missed daggers after this is over. He grabs another one and seems to half-heartedly throw it. This time, his aim is true, and the knife sinks deeply into the Master’s side.

Even with blood spewing from his mouth, Aeron is resolute. In fact, to his companions, he seems more determined that even a moment before. "Your goddess has no power in the presence of the Shining One!" the cleric of Pelor shouts as he brings his mace to bear again. His weapon again strikes home, and although a light blow, it staggers the wounded cleric.

"If it's death you want, then it's death you'll receive!" aiming once more at the lone bandit, Jebediah fires a ray of electrical energy, hoping to hit the deadly opponent. True to his word, the bolt of electricity strikes the Master at the base of his spine. The foul priest gives a short cry as spasms shake his body and sparks fly from his extremities, and then he falls into a heap, dead.

Ciaran switches his crossbow to his left hand as he draws his club with his right, but realizes that he was a split second too late to deliver the final blow.



OOC:
Thomas 25: frightened
Merrick 17: attack vrs Master 12 (failure)
Zirat 17: attack vrs Master 22 (success), damage 11
Deren 13: attack vrs Master 24 (success), damage 8
Aeron 8: attack vrs Master 21 (success), damage 3
Jebediah 8: Energy Ray vrs Master, ranged touch “17” (success), damage 11

PC Condition Summary
Zirat: 11/22
Aeron: 5/17
Thomas 10/19, frightened 1 round


Opponent Condition Summary – Players no look!!!
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G1: -7/12
G2: -4/12
G3: -8/12
G4: -6/12
G5: dead
G6: -8/12
Lt: -4/38
Master: dead
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MAP:

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[Dichotomy]

Aeron quickly shifts gears as the battle draws to an end. He dismounts and swiftly tries to prevent as many as the fallen from dying as possible, while ignoring his own wounds. "I need help with this," he says matter-of-factly.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Zirat

Nahh … Let them rot.
Zirat mumbles and pile up the dead ones of the wagon.
Those wounds must be taken care off.
He says to himself and checks himself up, to his surprise, his hands start to glow, it seems that honorable Kord heard his plea and granted him the power to heal himself, some of the wounds close.
Wow …
Zirat says, kneels and says a silent pray to his god, he then stands up and say to the other.
This man wears magical armor for sure, although I don't have the means to asure it, I saw the way it deflected our weapons.

Heal 4 hp.