Rybaer
First Post
The Hightower Convention Center Ballroom, Downtown, Coast City
April 16
21:21
Jorgi, surrounded by his brilliant electric corona, floats toward the ceiling. With it near twenty feet up, he has plenty of room to maneuver. He unleashes another bolt of lightning, this time directly at Pestilence. The rag clad one is ready this time, however, and rolls clear of the blast. (Attack roll 2+10=12, miss)
"You picked the wrong time to play hero," Pestilence snarls as he raises his hand threateningly at Jorgi. There is no blast, but Jorgi clearly feels something happening to his body. A sensation of being deathly ill befalls him - worse than food poisoning combined with delirious fever. It is all he can manage to stay airborne. (Attack roll 21, hit; Will save 14+2=16, fail; Drained of 7 Constitution)
The centipede woman holds, watching Pestilence deal with the nuisance while unsure how she could help against a flying foe. The unarmed man tries to shake off his stunned state from Jorgi's electrical discharge.
Back in the kitchen, Granite pauses to assure the kitchen staff that they're aren't part of the problem, and then turns his attention to the metal sealed door. He plants a solid stone fist into the door and the metal squeals and snaps under the force. (Door's damage save 22 vs DC 27+presumed power attack, fail) It doesn't come completely off, but is bent back far enough to allow a person to easily fit through.
Tarentula skitters through the opening with his incredible speed. He briefly notes the electrical display going on halfway across the room, but another guy wearing heavy armor and carrying a sword is much closer. The swordsman is just turning at the sound of the crushed door when the swarm of spiders appears to over take him...climbing up the armor for his exposed neck and mouth. He brushes most of them aside, however, and Tarentula is unable to land a bite. (Attack roll 6+7=13, miss)
Hundreds of tiny slivers of metal break off from the swordsman's armor. A cloud of razor blades, they whirl about him in a tinkling dance of death. He brings his sword down in an overhead chop. The spiders of Tarentula's body part just as the sword hits the floor, leaving him to curse in annoyance. (Attack roll 24, miss)
The centipede woman comes running across the room, quickly closing the distance to Tarentula and Granite. The unarmed man, still stunned for the moment, does little but watch and glance over his shoulder at the scattering convention-goers.
Initiatives:
Prof. Fate 22
Jorgi 19
Pestilence 18
Unarmed 11
Granite 10
Tarentula 9.5
Swordsman 9
Centipede 8
(ooc - Let's assume that Tarentula, Granite, and the three thugs are all within thirty feet of the kitchen door. Pestilence and Jorgi are about eighty feet from the kitchen door. Prof Fate is about fourty feet down the hall and through kitchen from the action.)
April 16
21:21
Jorgi, surrounded by his brilliant electric corona, floats toward the ceiling. With it near twenty feet up, he has plenty of room to maneuver. He unleashes another bolt of lightning, this time directly at Pestilence. The rag clad one is ready this time, however, and rolls clear of the blast. (Attack roll 2+10=12, miss)
"You picked the wrong time to play hero," Pestilence snarls as he raises his hand threateningly at Jorgi. There is no blast, but Jorgi clearly feels something happening to his body. A sensation of being deathly ill befalls him - worse than food poisoning combined with delirious fever. It is all he can manage to stay airborne. (Attack roll 21, hit; Will save 14+2=16, fail; Drained of 7 Constitution)
The centipede woman holds, watching Pestilence deal with the nuisance while unsure how she could help against a flying foe. The unarmed man tries to shake off his stunned state from Jorgi's electrical discharge.
Back in the kitchen, Granite pauses to assure the kitchen staff that they're aren't part of the problem, and then turns his attention to the metal sealed door. He plants a solid stone fist into the door and the metal squeals and snaps under the force. (Door's damage save 22 vs DC 27+presumed power attack, fail) It doesn't come completely off, but is bent back far enough to allow a person to easily fit through.
Tarentula skitters through the opening with his incredible speed. He briefly notes the electrical display going on halfway across the room, but another guy wearing heavy armor and carrying a sword is much closer. The swordsman is just turning at the sound of the crushed door when the swarm of spiders appears to over take him...climbing up the armor for his exposed neck and mouth. He brushes most of them aside, however, and Tarentula is unable to land a bite. (Attack roll 6+7=13, miss)
Hundreds of tiny slivers of metal break off from the swordsman's armor. A cloud of razor blades, they whirl about him in a tinkling dance of death. He brings his sword down in an overhead chop. The spiders of Tarentula's body part just as the sword hits the floor, leaving him to curse in annoyance. (Attack roll 24, miss)
The centipede woman comes running across the room, quickly closing the distance to Tarentula and Granite. The unarmed man, still stunned for the moment, does little but watch and glance over his shoulder at the scattering convention-goers.
Initiatives:
Prof. Fate 22
Jorgi 19
Pestilence 18
Unarmed 11
Granite 10
Tarentula 9.5
Swordsman 9
Centipede 8
(ooc - Let's assume that Tarentula, Granite, and the three thugs are all within thirty feet of the kitchen door. Pestilence and Jorgi are about eighty feet from the kitchen door. Prof Fate is about fourty feet down the hall and through kitchen from the action.)
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