Feint Whispers Chapter #5: The Excavation

[Mirth]

Two of the creatures clobber the already sore Tarowyn with their fists as the remaining one moves to the elf's side. Tarowyn steps back 5'ft and fires two arrows into one of the creatures; the shaft run straight through its chest, but it remains standing, abeit in a hunched posture.

Jericho and Taroywn: The stench of the corpses suddenly becomes even more putrid. The air around you is suffused with a slight brown mist that spread out from where you are by about 30ft. You both feel nauseauous, but are able to hold back the worst of it, though you might not be able to hold it in if you stay within the cloud.

Tarowyn: at the top of the rubbish pile, you spot a small hunched green creature with faint horns hiding behind the dirt and stone, its dark eyes and claws peaking over the rubbish.

OOC: Did I take damage from the zombies' clobber?

Tarowyn starts to yell out to the others that he has spotted the little green beastie, but thinks better of it when he remembers the dank cloud that surrounds him. Instead, the elf runs forward towards the rubble pile and when he escapes the mist, he stops and lets two arrows fly towards the horned hunchback.

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho pulls back, and then follows Tarowyn on horseback, not letting the hurt lf, go it alone...

OCC: Just a move, if he sees something to attack he will with a normal attack.

 

[jasamcarl]

Tarowyn took 11. Sorry about that. Jericho and he are at the edge of the rubble pile now. In order escape the stinking cloud, you will either have to climb the pile or go around. So take your pick.

ooc: I will post later today. Just stopping by.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Whitney quickly cocks her crossbow and reloads

 

[Krug]

Bhartus steps forward and casts a Cure Moderate Wounds on Tarowyn.

 

[jasamcarl]

Tarowyn, followed by the mounted Jericho, moves around the pile and lets loose a single arrow. With less cover from the pile, the tip finds its mark, answered with a wicked, yet pitiful, screech from the creature above, a small spray of black emenating from its wound. "Wretch will not go back!!!"

Norr and Bhartus rush up next to the elf and D'orite.

Norri: you now spot the little horned creature as well.

Two small stones rise from the rubbish pile, and dart with leathal speed towards Tarowyn, but the elf is able to step out of their path just in time.

Jericho is up.

 

[Tokiwong]

Jericho will charge the little creature and attempt to subdue the little beast, with the flat of his blade, "Wee fiendy?!"

OOC: Normal attack for subdual damage with his blade, +2 to strike, for charge if able.

 

[Mirth]

After escaping the cloud of death and dodging the horned beast's attacks on the broken surface of the rock pile, Tarowyn finally finds his footing and plugs the little green b@$t@rd with two more arrows.

 

[jasamcarl]

The injured elf's accuracy is uncanny as a shaft shoots straight through both the creature's neck and torso, its rotund little body falling forward down the rubbish pile, landing near Tarowyn's feet.

Moradin's grace is transmited through the elf's bruised body through Bhartus' tending.

Tarowyn regains 8.

Out of Initiative.

Bhartus: The creature resembles the fiends of ancient legend. This one specifically appears to be a minor demon, a dretch.

A moment later, the body bursts into a flam which quickly dies out, leaving nothing behind.

Bhartus: The creature probably was banished backs to the Hells.

 

[Krug]

"That probably be a wretch, from some deep part of hell," says Bhartus. "And to it the creature returns," the dwarf concludes.

Bhartus examines Tarowyn's wounds to see if he's in need of further healing.