Crossed Paths, Part II

[Thomas Hobbes]

"All right," says Octar quietly to the rest, his Roman suspicions about the more primitive races once again confirmed, "If things get ugly, Dhormium and I can hold this side. Marcus, you, Tullius and the wolf will have to deal with the big lizard. Brioc, see if you can take care of your counterpart. Ehldannis, do what you can."

 

[eoghanbt]

Tulius nods, almost imperceptibly, shifting his weight, as if to stretch after, weapons still slack at his sides. He rolls his shoulder, causing his pack to shift a bit. "Aye." He says.

 

[Manzanita]

The lizardman druid shrugs. "Very well. You value your comrades' lives. By sacrificing one life, you might have saved the rest. But I understand. I am also sorry for this. But I have waited long for this ceremony, and am not to be denied. I have instructed my braves to spare your life, if possible, cousin. I am Gruk, shamen of the lizardfolk of this swamp." He bows respectfully to Brioc. "negotiations are at an end."

After finishing his little speech to Brioc, he gives a loud command in his hissing language, then switches back to the mutterings of Druidic, which Brioc realizes is spellcasting.

I'll go ahead & determine initiatives at this point. Obviously no one is surprised.

Gruk (seems to be casting spell, which initiates combat, I presume)
Marcus
Brioc/wolf
Tullius
Lizardmen
Ehldannis
Octar
Mendicus
Dhormium

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Octar raises his shield and braces himself for the charge, his sword at the ready to strike his opponent and his mouth forming a wordless shout.

Gruk (seems to be casting spell, which initiates combat, I presume)

Just to make sure, just because he's casting a spell doesn't mean he automatically gets to go first. Just checking, as he may have actually won initiative, but I'm hoping he doesn't get to smite us before we smite him.

 

[doghead]

Too far, no clean line of sight.

Marcus slips out a daggar and leaps forwards and down the length of the room. He slides to a halt in the corner and throws the dagger at the druid (not Brioc obviously). Then he hastily pulls his sword and prepares to extract himself from the mess he has just got himself into.

ooc: move to C5. Hoping to disrupt the spell and/or open up their flanks. Thought I would leave the croc to the tanks

 

[Krilith]

~Aah, defending the group again...holding the line Dhormium raises his shield and will hold the line with Octar~

"I'll hold the line with you Octar. Brioc? shall we head for the exit?"

 

[Inez Hull]

Ehldannis quickly awakens himself from his fear, the threat of battle against these fearsome creatures having paralysed him. As the kindling of his magic rises in him he rustles through the pouches at his belt and produces the magic pearl, and begins entering a magical ritual, whispering lullaby syllables and making sweeping, graceful gestures.

[Casts Sleep using the pearl to recast his used spell]

 

[doghead]

ooc: move to C5. Hoping to disrupt the spell and/or open up their flanks. Thought I would leave the croc to the tanks

ooc: who are of course, holding the line in the corridor. Oh well.

For what its worth, if Marcus gets the chance to take the druid, he will. Ideally, he would like to drop the guy, then hold him hostage til the other lizard folk back down. Just a thought.

 

[Jarval]

Brioc follow's his counterpart's example, and begins to cast his own spell. An odd rustling sound fills the air, and a writhing mass of spiders starts to form around the lizardman priest.

Wolf slips forward, moving in front of Brioc, growling loudly. He firmly stands his ground, ready to savage anything that tries to attack his human friend.

(Brioc's casting Summon Swarm (Spiders). Wolf's readying an action to attack anything that comes within reach, using his Trip special attack.)

 

[eoghanbt]

At the signal, or rather, series of them...one lizard chanting, weapons coming up, the general sorts of observations that as a rule indicate the beginning of hostilities, Tulius raises his axe, and bolts towards the croc, axe high to swing down, sword low to...well. Shove in the way perhaps if large teeth attempt to take a bite of leg..

[OOC: Charging the thing...]