Crossed Paths, Part II

[Thomas Hobbes]

Octar presses forward, knowing his companions will fill the gap behind him. With a short, wordless shout, he takes a backhand swing at the enemy in front of him.

ooc: After I hit the gnoll last round, I take a 5-foot step forward to be where he was.

 

[Manzanita]

Please see OOC thread for some comments

Round 3

Ehldannis begins spell casting. Brioc hacks back at his opponent, and feels the satisfying thump of metal on flesh, although the vigorous gnoll doesn't fall.

The gnolls have faces resembling hyenas. Their skin is greenish grey, with pale yellow hair springing forth from the back their head and neck. Their eyes are dull black, and their armor and clothes are ragged. They are large, about 61/2 feet, and attack ferociously. This time, both Brioc and Octar bring up their shields, and deflect the axes.

Octar contiues his success, jambing his blade into his opponent's chest. He steps forward over its carcas.

Dhormium chants, and summons a spiritual waraxe, which strikes the rear gnoll, which yelps in surprise and fear.

 

[Jarval]

Brioc swings again, trying to fell the gnoll as quickly as possible.

Damn these cramped tunnels! He thinks bitterly. Half of our number can do no more than stand and watch the fight. We need more space...

 

[Krilith]

~with pride in his eyes Dhormium sees the waraxe appear and starts attacking it's victim and satisfied by his divinations. But now, it's time to use plain cold metal. where it not that his companions are blocking the path to the melee. Dhormium squints as he searches for a gap to run to the back end of the corredor. slightly frustrated he whisper in angelic tongue~

"Clangeddin, for lifting our spirits and even your own battleaxe at our side I thank u, but grant me a path into the melee while I still have your attention!!"

ooc: if Dhormium can find a way into the back of the corredor, he'll take it, if not, he will discard the spell Divine favour to cast cure light wounds on Brioc, 1d8+4

 

[eoghanbt]

Tullius curses, shifting as the group steps forward, stutters, steps forward again.
My kingdom for...a spear...a stick, even, with a copper nail on the end....His hands shift and reshift on his axe, turning on it, weight on the balls of his feet...the push-pull of the blessing and the lack of any opening...

 

[doghead]

Marcus waits and watches. For whats its worth, he will continue to use the lantern to try and dazzle the gnolls so long as it does not interfere with the others up front.

Post 1200!

 

[Manzanita]

Round 4

Ehldannis finishes his arcane mumblings. One of the gnolls in the rear drops to the cold floor, snoring loudly. Moments later, Brioc sinks his Melnibonean scimitar deeply into his opponent's neck, felling it. The two remaining gnolls lose heart, and turn to flee down the passage. The ghostly waraxe imbeds into one's back as it tries to dodge by it, so only one slips around the corner, running North.

Brioc & Octar are in the front lines. Octar has yet to act in Round 4. Tullius could probably slip around Brioc, & if he did, Marcus could follow, both this round, as they've both delayed their actions. The door to the gnoll room is open, although no one can see in yet.

 

[doghead]

Marcus continues to do what he has been doing. If either Brioc or Octar rush after the gnoll, he will follow. Once he knows that they are once again chasing a fleeing creature, he thinks - We need away of stopping people from running off.

ooc: * given his position, I don't think that he would be aware of all that has happened around the corner.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

As the gnoll rounds the corner, Octar is already running after him. His shield hits the ground with a clang, and his sword slides into his sheath. He's reaching for his bow as he runs the first few feet around the bend.

Move 20' after gnoll. Combine with the move loosing a shield, and use second action to sheath weapon. Depending on how far the gnoll has gone, he'll either draw and shoot or draw and run next turn.

 

[eoghanbt]

Tullius takes a breath..THERE...the opening he's been waiting for, throwing himself in almost a jump sidelong so his back hits the wall, sliding forward with momentum and passed, then low again, cutting towards the open door..Can't let them take us in the back if we give chase...A week's pent up REVENGE singing in his blood..