Clutches of Evil - IC: Chapter One

[magic_gathering2001]

Pwent grunts off the pain starts to fall into himself and either takes a tactical retreat
[sblock]
Withdaw away from combat 15ft, Turn on rage (+6 HP +2 attack/damage -2 AC +2 Will Saves)
[/sblock]

 

[unleashed]

Keryth, Male Drakontos Cleric

“Neither do I!” Keryth calls in the moment before he moves to aid Pwent.

[SBLOCK=Revised Combat Action]Seeing Pwent so grevously wounded, Keryth moves to him and calls upon the power of Bahamut again spontaneously casting cure moderate wounds (2d8+7--includes augment healing) in place of spiritual weapon.[/SBLOCK]

 

[jkason]

Byntrou

"Hurricanes and hail!" Byntrou swears. Pwent clearly needs protection, but his own scimitar seems to not be enough. He could try his mystical abilities, but focusing on the patterns would mean opening himself up to more of what Pwent's just suffered. No, time to fall back on the old ways, the ways from before the magic.

It's like he never forgot, as the fire in Byntrou's blood ignites. His pupils go wide, his breath heats, veins push up along his skin as his muscles surge with a new strength. Byntrou howls an inarticulate cry, lifting his scimitar in two hands and bringing it down again on Dirk.

OOC:[sblock]My secret's out: Byntrou's going to rage. +6 temp hit points, -2 AC, and the attack is now +5 to hit, damage 1d6+4 (+1.5 str for two handed weilding)[/sblock]

 

[Nonlethal Force]

Keryth reaches out and heals Pwent from a large portion of his wounds.

Keryth, Pwent:
[Sblock]The spell goes off and heals 16 points of damage[/Sblock]

Pwent successfully draws back from combat and takes on a much more mean appearance.

Bahruul notes that Dirk and the outside fighter have been stunned, so he turns and tries to protect Pwent. He swings another great stroke and lands a magnificent blow on the fighter in position 1. The fighter is still upright, but looking significantly worse.

The fighter in position 1 retaliates a strike back and manages to slip it under Bahruul's sword. The blow lands, but the Bous seems to be able to shrug off the effects without looking too terribly wounded.

Bahruul:
[Sblock]9 damage done[/Sblock]

No sooner does Dirk's sword and shield hit the ground from being stunned than Byntrou's scimitar cuts into him, finding a small opening in his armor that had been protected by his shield.

Destiny goes through the motions again, planting another fireburst behind the middle fighter. Unfortunately, this burst of fire is much less effective. The fire has only a minimal effect on Dirk and the other stunned fighter. The middle fighter is caught by the flames, but he does not appear to have been stunned.

Dirk and the fighter in position 2 prepare to retrieve their shields and weapons from the ground since they were stunned - but they will not have done so until their Init comes up again. It appears that Dirk is still the healthiest, while the fighter in position 1 is looking very bad - but still better than the fighter in position 2.

End of Round 2

Battle Map:

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       e YD   |
     P    1:  |
        KA2:d |
           mm |
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[e = Destiny]

 

[magic_gathering2001]

Pwent bellows and makes a mighty leaping charge
[sblock]If 1 or Dirk is an applicable target charge him (+7 1d6+1d12+3)

If not jump the table to Dreeves Jump [color=red+11[/color][/sblock]

 

[jkason]

Byntrou

Even through the red fog of his rage, Byntrou still has reason. It's a reason heavily influenced by his primitive hindbrain, but that only reinforces the instinct to take down the weakest member of the pack. Refocusing, Byntrou slashes out to his right, trying to finish off the guard next to Dirk.

OOC:[sblock]Same as last round, only attacking the guard in position 1. If someone manages to take him down / move him out of range in the meantime, then Dirk becomes Byntrou's target.[/sblock]

 

[unleashed]

Keryth, Male Drakontos Cleric

Seeing Bahruul's wound isn't too serious Keryth enters the fray.

Combat Action
[SBLOCK]Keryth steps to the right of Bahruul (SE by the map) swinging his morningstar at fighter 2, +4 melee [1d8+2; 20/x2; bludgeoning and piercing; morningstar][/SBLOCK]

 

[Nonlethal Force]

Round Three

Keryth steps forward and swings at the fighter in position 2 and connects before he can recover completely from being stunned. The morningstar punctures the fighter's breastplate armor and crushes the armor down around the fighter's chest. Having a serious chest wound on top of having difficulty breathing - the fighter falls backwards and rolls off of the table. It is clear that he is dying.

Pwent charges the fighter in position 1 and manages to connect with his flying leap. The force of the blow causes the fighter to fly backwards off of the table. He lands awkwardly and bashes his head against the wall behind the table. The fighter instantly loses consciousness, and it appears that he too will not live more than a few more seconds.

Bahruul leaps up onto the table and slashes his sword down upon Dirk. Dirk is caught off guard by this maneuver as he prepares to fend off Byntrou. The Bous' greatsword slices through Dirk's armor and crushes his collarbone. Instantly, the armor over Dirk's shoulder is covered in blood and Dirk falls to the ground under the force of Bahruul's blow. As Byntrou prepares to swing, Bahruul looks to him and says, "Sorry, herdmate. I guess I got overzealous. Didn't mean to take away your fun." A smile crosses his face as he turns to the merchant.

Dreeves speaks, "Whoa now, wait a minute here. When .. uh ... I was hired to disuade you from following the goblin I didn't realize you had such ... uh ... talents. I'll tell you what. You spare my life and I'll tell you where you can find the goblin. Oh, and I'll even tell you that this goblin has all your stuff. Well, except that bow with the neat engraving on the handle. That was ... unfortunately as it would seem at this moment ... sold." He pauses for a moment. "But not by me! The goblin sold it, saying he needed to pay off a debt and the bow would do the trick!"

The merchant appears to be unarmed and is not making any overt tactical gestures. In fact, his body language is almost bordering on being prepared to grovel for his life. The merchant's two table mates look over to Dreeves and from under their hoods which veil their faces they add, "If this is as good as your protection is, I believe we are not interested in your services after all. I hear there is another merchant, though. Gerogas, I believe. Perhaps we will see if we can retain his services instead."

The two look to the oarty and only then is it possible to see under the hoods that barred their faces. Clearly, they are hobgoblins. One speaks in his gruff voice, "We are in your debt - horned ones and your friends. You have saved us from frivolously spending our hard earned gold on this excuse of a Black Market dealer. We have no quarrel with you and request your leave to allow us go and be done with this place."

Seemingly out of knowhere, Gav walks up from behind the party with a knowing smile on his face. "I have what I came here to get, gentlemen." The smile broadens to a toothy grin.

Byntrou:
[Sblock]Technically you have one round of action left should you desire to take it against any of the dying fighters or against the merchant Dreeves. I will honor that action should you choose to want it.[/Sblock]

 

[unleashed]

Keryth, Male Drakontos Cleric

“You may leave,” Keryth says stepping back to allow them a clear path, “And we thank you for not involving yourselves in the foolishness of Dreeves attack.”

Once they leave he says, “Now what shall we do with our new friend Mr. Dreeves?”

 

[jkason]

Byntrou

OOC:[sblock]Hey, as long as the bag guys are down, i'm good. No worries on the "lost action"[/sblock]

Byntrou's body shakes a moment, his breathing noticably more labored as he lets his bloodlust ebb and forces himself to sheath his scimitar.

"Petik, so long as we win the battle, you take all the fun you want," he says to Bahruul while composing himself. He says nothing as Keryth lets the hobgoblins leave, catching his breath, recovering from his battle state. But at the question of what to do with the merchant, he seems to have found his second wind.

He strides over confidantly and grabs Dreeves by the shirtfront, shoving him up against the wall. As he does so, Delcoi--feeling the mischief in her master's soul--emerges from his robes, curling on his horn, tongue flicking in Dreeves' direction.

"I can think of no end of things to do with our good merchant,"Byntrou growls "But for now, he'll tell us what we want to know. Then he'll pay for the damages he's caused here. He'll pay for the tips the servers have lost. He'll pay our hosts back at the Inn for the lost revenue his thievery has cost them. He'll pay Endoo for the rental on our equipment while we retrieve what was stolen. Won't you?"