Initiative: Ghouls in house (
22, Jokad (22), ghouls in barn (
19), leader ghoul (
Roll Lookup), Jovik (13), Kael (8), Danth (4), farmer Woldrack - note that Jokad and the ghouls tied. I had to roll a tie-breaker and
Jokad lost, so comes second.
"
TAKE HIM!!!! KILL HIM!!!!" The leader screams, his snakelike tongue flicking stench and spittle in your direction. He clearly means Jokad, his eyes burning into the barbarian, one of his long pointed fingers stretched towards the Shoanti.
They throw themselves into battle like starving wolves, all claws and teeth, and uncoordinated frenzy.
The first ghoul gets a kick in the gut as it approaches, and is sent sprawling onto the floor, taking a chair with it (OOC:
It misses with all attacks). The second is just as uncoordinated as the first. Perhaps it is the remnants of the once-farmer in them that makes them so useless in combat. This one manages to keep its feet, but Jokad has little trouble in blocking it as it tries to grab him and sink its teeth forward.
Jokad turns its attack against it. He cracks his head against its nose as it dives forward, hearing a satisfying crunch as the bone there shatters. It reels back, moving to clutch the mess that is its face, before Jokad slams Whitefire through the face, feeling the blade sink straight through to the back of the skull.
Twist, foot, push, and free.
He turns with the blade in a single motion, blood trailing through the air behind him as he slams it down upon the slowly rising ghoul on the floor. It gasps, an almost human noise, as the force of the blade opens a long, thick gash across its chest. Its face screws up in rage and disgust as it spits in pain.
OOC: 1 ghoul dead, one badly injured.
The leader watches the barbarian dispatch with ease his two foot soldiers.
"
The pack will have you!" it rasps, its voice thin like paper. It opens its hideous jaw wide and bites forward. Jokad shrugs and offers some crude Shoanti insult under his breath and he uses the butt of Whitefire to slam the disgusting creature in the side of the head, following up with two blocks in its errant swipes. (OOC:
The dice are cursing me tonight, and this darn ghoul misses too!)
Out in the barn, the first ghoul has broken cover and is rapidly scrambling up the ladder. Its face stares hungrily at Kael and Jovik, as it slavers and grunts in hunger. The second ghoul remains out of sight below, although you can hear it grunting and muttering in a thick local dialect that doesn't suggest an overly quick mind.
Jovik sends his dagger flashing down and into the ghoul. It bites into its shoulder, leaving a deep wound before wiggling itself free and spinning back to its owner's hand.
Kael doesn't leave anything to chance. He steps forward, moving within a few feet of the rapidly approaching ghoul, and sends a frightening wave of roiling flames over the thing.
It keeps climbing as the flesh drips from it, as the flames catch around it, as the hair singes to nothing, as the clothes consume in a thick wash of fire. It manages to reach Kael, stretching out a long blackened arm, as if to touch the man that has destroyed it, before halting there, slowly burning, slowly melting and boiling.
The stench is disgusting. Kael and Jovik cannot help but recoil, trying to catch some breath. When they return their gaze, the ghoul has slumped, half up the ladder, half still on it, its arm outstretched in death.
And then below them they hear the crackling whoosh of a hungry fire catching. It takes a second or two before they catch the first hint of smoke. It appears that the ghoul below has used its time to set something below them alight.
The smell of oil carries to them. A lantern, perhaps, thrown on some hay?
Back in the kitchen, Danth runs into the room, his scimitar flashing. He sees the injured ghoul between himself and Jokad, he sees he corpse, he sees the uninjured ghoul wearing what appears to be fine clothing. He sees farmer Woldrack lift a shovel above his head and crack it with the rawest noise of wet flesh upon the head of the leading ghoul.
(OOC:
He hits for 3hp damage - the maximum from his improvised weapon). The ghoul turns its head as if observing the farmer for the first time, perhaps confused that the simple man chose to enter the fray. Farmer Woldrack offers up a coarse "
Eat it, you unholy SCUM!", as he prepares his spade for a second attack.
OOC: Round 3 coming up, actions and inits please.