Dark*Matter: Discovery, the Beginning

[yestotom]

Damn, I know what they're doing, but surely the gunfire was doing more damage than the "chair attacks". Realizing the futility of firing into this melee, Cyrus attempts to sneak around behind the skeletal freak, holster his weapons, and also attack with a chair or heavy book or whatever else is available.

OOC Movement 40'/round , reduced to 20' for a no penalty hide check (+4). Not sure of the distance involved, but I am assuming I'll get an attack in the following round, unless my comrades-in-arms find a way to finish him off.

 

[industrygothica]

"Hi," she says. "I'm Meredith. I heard you...talking to that thing. Do you know what it is? Or what's going on?" As she talks, she wads up some of Nick's shirt hem and staunches the blood from the slash in his side.

Nick recollects the potted plants upstairs. He figures it's a longshot, they've got nothing to lose. That, and he's not helping anybody by sitting here bleeding all over the place.

"Akhentanen. Egyptian pharaoh or something. Ancient curses... he's coming back to life." Nick winces as she tries to stop the bleeding. He grabs her hand, "Help me upstairs," he whispers, obviously still in pain. "There may be something that can stop him."

 

[Shayuri]

"The artifact," Meredith agrees, relieved someone's on the same frequency. "From the crate. You think it's upstairs?"

She gets one of his arms around her shoulders and carefully helps him to his feet, keeping one hand on the injury through the shirt.

"Okay...I know you're hurt, but we're gonna have to do this a little faster than usual for a stab victim. Otherwise we'll have a lot more stab victims to go around."

With that, Meredith escorts Nick up the stairs, as fast as she can safely go with him in tow.

"I know it was supposed to be some kind of urn...but I have no idea what it looks like other than that. Please say you have a plan, mister..."

 

[industrygothica]

Please say you have a plan, mister..."

"I wish I could," Nick wheezes as he climbs the stairs as fast as he can. "Even if the urn is there, I won't know what to do with it. I don't know; maybe since he's preoccupied at the moment, the internet connections will be back. Really, I just don't know."

 

[kinem]

No imaginary skeleton is going to get the better of me.

Diego, being an avid fan of MTV's "Yo Mama", always figured he could do well in that game show.

"Your mama took in so many sticks, that's all your made of!" he shouts at the skeleton as he swings his chair leg again at it.

 

[Falkus]

Nick and Meredith break away from the vicious struggle, and head towards the stairs ((It'll take them another round to get to the computer center). Larry gets a cheery little blaze going using the broken chair and random books that were lying around (it'll take another round before the wood gets going enough to be used as a flaming club).

Cade misses with his wildly swung chair, smashing it to pieces on the floor, though Diego gets lucky with his chair leg, and knocks the skeleton around the head.

Akhentanen muttered a few words in Egyptian, then counterthrust at Diego, only managing to cut the young man's shirt as he jumped out of the way. Unfortunately for Cyrus, the skeleton spotted him trying to sneak around, and kept fighting so that Cyrus remained in his vision.

 

[Friadoc]

Cade moves slightly so that the skeleton is between himself and Diego before taking another swing with a char leg.

OOC
Initiative 19 still
Cade's Club Attack with Flanking (1d20+2=12)
Cade's Club Damage - if it hits (1d6=4)

 

[iwatt]

While he waits for the fire to catch, Larry takes another shot with his gun. Unfortunately, his aim is spoiled by the fearsome melee between the skelton and the two guys wailing on him. "Come on guys, nail King Tut with thos clubs!" Turning back to the fire, he keeps blowing on it.

OOC:

Attack: 1d20+2-4=5 Miss!!

 

[yestotom]

Seen or unseen, Cyrus grabs a chair like the others, and comes up behind skeletal dude, trying to flank him with Cade and Diego. With all his strength, he swings the chair at skeletal dude, screaming, "What are you, you Freak! Take that!"

OOC
Attack Roll +1 Str +2 Flanking (1d20+1+2=21)
Damage (1d4+1=5)

 

[kinem]

Diego, though greatly doubting his own sanity, is at least encouraged by having whacked his imaginary foe.

"Want some more chair, anorexic boy?" He swings the chair leg again, hard but perhaps a bit too soon.

attack d20+5 = 13, dam if hit = 6 (1d6+4) or 8 (1d4+4)