Crossed Paths - Part I


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Round 4

Hah. That hurt. Why don't you go down?

Marcus reloads the crossbow and brings it up to shoulder level. He slides another careful step northwards, his eyes scanning the room.

When will I get to the end of these blasted spikes? Will I even realise it? The man, the girl? The crone? Finish one thing first.

Marcus shots again at the male wendol.

OOC: less than 1/4 cover is good for a shot.
 
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Since Nathaniel doesn't have much of a shot, he'll switch back to Longsword and move into the room, going toward the crone and trying to keep his distance from the snake.

His oration continues:

"Brothers in arms! Fear not the fangs of serpents, nor the curses of witchcrafters! Swing back with fangs of your own, and rain forth the magic of the righteous! This enemy shall be overcome -- for the good people of Sevastopol, we shall fight!"
 


Dhormuin advances to behind Ehldannis, drawing his axe while trying to peek around, asking: "Any of ye lads cud say me wuts happ'ning?"

When room is made for him, he advances into the room, making space for those behind him. Looking around, he considers the snake the most obvious threat and a target for his attacks.
 

Round 4

Nathaniel swings his bow over his shoulder, pulls out his longsword and steps into the room. Like the others before him, he feels a sharp pain upon his first big step, shooting all the way up his leg. (7 pts dmg)

Dhormium pauses in the doorway behind him. (I assume he'll rethink advancing into the room)

Marcus reloads his crossbow and sends a third bolt into the neandrathall male. It sinks into his back with a thud. He twists around, trying to reach it with his hands, but stumbles, and collapses in a pool of blood.
 
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Brioc drops his mental link to the cloud of bats, letting the magic run its course. He turns his attention back to the room in front of him, noting the wounds inflicted on his companions. He whispers a prayer, and his eyes shine briefly with a faint green light.

(OOC: Casting Detect Magic, and trying to see if I can spot whatever's been spiking everyone when they head into the room.
 

Round 5

The sight of the sprawled neanderthal vainly trying to pull the stubby shafts for his body with bloody hands twists in Marcus's guts.

He would have been only to glad to have had it the other way around, remember that Marcus. And there are still others who will have it that way if they can. It has to be done. But remember this so that next time ....

Ignoring the thoughts that swirl around in his head, Marcus carefully reloads his crossbow and slides northwards again. Once again, he checks for a for a shot at the old crone.

[OOC: Shot at old crone if less than 1/4 cover. At the young crone otherwise. As Marcus slides his feet, can he feel any spikes on the floor? Is he bleeding? Note, Marcus regularly checks the pillar just in case the old one slips out from behind it.]
 
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