Feint Whispers Chapter #3: Festival of Falling

[Tokiwong]

"Calm down Elf.. occasionally... you just miss," says Bhartus. He arms his crossbow and waits for the Ogres to get nearer.

Jericho growls and draws his blade and sword...

"Just the way I like to handle things up close and personal."

He moves ahead about 20 feet and takes up a guarding position, Full Defense until the ogres are in striking range.

 

[jasamcarl]

Whitney and Norri are up.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney and Norri are up.

OOC: I am casting Melf's Acid Arrow ;... thought I posted it early

 

[Mirth]

OOC: I am casting Melf's Acid Arrow ;... thought I posted it early

OOC: That first one missed. I think he's asking what you're going to do now.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

OOC: That first one missed. I think he's asking what you're going to do now.

OOC: d'oh! I will cast a magic missile then.. 2 missiles ont he same one

 

[Krug]

Is 300' within range though?

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Is 300' within range though?

Oh.. okay.. I'll hod my action till I am..

 

[jasamcarl]

ooc: no word from Festy?

 

[Festy_Dog]

[ooc:Sorry, getting phone connected to new place took longer than expected]

Norri watches in disbelief as everything fails to harm the ogre in any way.

"Well, well," he says as he loads and fires the crossbow again.

 

[Krug]

Bhartus thinks to himself, "those ogres are really taking their time."