Hewligan's Rise of the Runelords: The Skinsaw Murders

[Friadoc]

Stunned by the sudden attack, Kael quickly recovers and pulls on of his wands from its holder within his clothing. With the briefiest of activations, a bolt of pure arcane force slams into the foe.

OOC

Post #61 - Initiative (1d20+2=14)
Post #61 - Magic Missile (Wand) (1d4+1=5)

Sorry for the delay, folks, rough night and I didn't see the posts until now.

 

[Fenris]

Now that Jovik was back to the task and hand, he moved with his accustomed quickness. He grabbed Gull's Wing out of the air with one hand even as he pulled Goblin Hook with the other. In a step he was behind the farmer and drives the knife deep into his side.

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Jovik Init R2 (1d20+3=19)


Jovik attack R2 (1d20+7=19, 1d4+2+2d6=9)

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[frostrune]

Jokad growls fiercely more than a little surprised his punch didn't drop the fool on the spot. Almost immediately the blows of his friends thud home and 'man' absorbs them all.

No matter. Jokad was glad for a fight. He wasn't going to use his sword, he was going to enjoy it. He follows his initial blow with a hammer-hard cross that slides the farmer's nose an inch or two across his face. The follow-up with his left went harmlessly wide.

"WHERE IS YOUR MASTER NOW DOG..." he bellows, "...AND WHAT IN THE NINE HELLS DOES HE WANT WITH ME?"


OOC:
[sblock] INIT 17, two weapon fighting punches, 1st AT hit AC 25 (possible crit) for 6 dmg, 2nd AT hit AC 8, miss
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confirm crit, hit AC 10... no good
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[Rhun]

"You may be able to resist the voice of a true god," says Danth, drawing his scimitar, "But I doubt you can resist her fire; feel the bite of Crimson Dawn..." With those words, the blade of the cleric's weapon is suddenly wreathed in flames, and he moves in, slashing at the one-time farmer.



Initative: 11
Attack: 19 (21 if flanking with one of the others)
Damage: 14 (9+5 fire)

 

[hewligan]

The Death of Farmer Grayst

Kael, responding at last to the shock of the assault, flicks forward with a dart of his wrist and releases a small bolt of energy from the tip of the arcane wand. The bold sizzles and sparks with static as it darts across the room, striking hard into the chest of the possessed farmer. Grayst stumbles backwards, staring in confusion at the hole that has been drilled through him by the arcane bolt.

"I don't feel it ..."

His voice is confused, almost human again, as if an element of the young farmer has returned. And then, once more, roars and leaps forward.

You hear Farmer Grump muttering in the background "They got to the boy. They got to the boy!", as if trying to convince himself that it is not true.

Danth shouts out challenge, as Hemlock runs over from his desk where he has retrieved his blade. He doesn't get there, though, as suddenly Grayst stops moving, his eyes rolling around as if to observe some unwelcome distraction. Following his gaze you see the Jovik kneeled there, his face grimacing as he drives his dagger deep into Grayst's side. It looks like the energy is finally escaping from the possessed farmer's eyes, but Jokad, stepping forward, makes sure by stepping forward and smashing the nose deep into the face of him.

His lifeforce finally gives up, and Grayst slumps to the floor.


OOC: Technically Jovik killed him, in case you are keeping tabs, but hey, you almost all got a hit (sorry Danth ... too slow).

Hemlock walks over to the corpse, kicks it over so that it faces up, and then kneels down to peer at the horrifically damaged face.

"Are you sure that this was once Farmer Grayst?" he asks Grump. Grump, muttering to himself in the corner, doesn't seem quite ready to answer yet.

"Answer me NOW!" commands Hemlock, his voice rising. Grump looks upwards, as if to observe the man shouting at him.

"When they came, I heard the screams. It was like they were being eaten.I saw them coming. I ran. Then I hid in a barn. I hid for a day. When I got out I found him and I thought he had been hurt. I didn't know he was going to become like them. I thought he had escaped, maybe. The boy was hurt. I knew him. I couldn't leave him. I knew his father..."

He sobs.

 

[frostrune]

Danth shouts out challenge, as Hemlock runs over from his desk where he has retrieved his blade. He doesn't get there, though, as suddenly Grayst stops moving, his eyes rolling around as if to observe some unwelcome distraction. Following his gaze you see the Jovik kneeled there, his face grimacing as he drives his dagger deep into Grayst's side. It looks like the energy is finally escaping from the possessed farmer's eyes, but Jokad, stepping forward, makes sure by stepping forward and smashing the nose deep into the face of him.

His lifeforce finally gives up, and Grayst slumps to the floor.

Jokad flexes his hand making sure nothing was broken.

"Dammit Jovik, why'd you have to kill the fool? Now we have more questions and fewer answers."

You're not sure if he is sore because he really wanted to take the creature alive or because he wanted to finish it.

Hemlock walks over to the corpse, kicks it over so that it faces up, and then kneels down to peer at the horrifically damaged face.

"Are you sure that this was once Farmer Grayst?" he asks Grump. Grump, muttering to himself in the corner, doesn't seem quite ready to answer yet.

"Answer me NOW!" commands Hemlock, his voice rising. Grump looks upwards, as if to observe the man shouting at him.

"When they came, I heard the screams. It was like they were being eaten.I saw them coming. I ran. Then I hid in a barn. I hid for a day. When I got out I found him and I thought he had been hurt. I didn't know he was going to become like them. I thought he had escaped, maybe. The boy was hurt. I knew him. I couldn't leave him. I knew his father..."

He sobs.

"Now what?" Jokad says somewhat disgustedly.

 

[Rhun]

I'm really starting to hate the random initiative...I waste way too many good rolls...that was 1 point under max damage.

 

[Rhun]

Danth frowns, douses his blade, and again sheaths Crimson Dawn. Then the cleric moves to kneel down beside the corpse and examining it. "Well, I'm fair certain it wasn't undead, or Sarenae's power would have at least had some effect on it...but I don't know any other sort of vile evil that spawns this way."


Not sure what would be appropriate for examining the body, but:

- Heal +6 (3 ranks, +3 wis)
- Knowledge (religion) +3 (3 ranks, +0 int)
- Spellcraft +1 (1 rank, +0 int)

 

[Fenris]

"Dammit Jovik, why'd you have to kill the fool? Now we have more questions and fewer answers."

You're not sure if he is sore because he really wanted to take the creature alive or because he wanted to finish it.

"You're welcome Jokad. Next time we'll let him bite you. Maybe you'll get infected and then be a part of the Pack and the murders will stop. My apologies for interferring" retorts Jovik in a sour mood at having at to kill a famer, possessed though he may have been.

 

[hewligan]

Sheriff Hemlock walks over to the body of the young farmer and looks at his face. "The boy's tongue is wrong. It is long, pointed. His eyes are messed up too, rounder, and the iris and white have blended somewhat." Hemlock stops talking for a second. "You better take a look at this" he says, using his blade to pull open the lower jaw. Inside the gums have recessed. The teeth are long, and pointed, still somewhere between human teeth and animal-esque incisors.

"I have absolutely no idea what we are dealing with here, but this lad was the first glimpse into it that we have had. If what Grayst says is true, then a few days ago this", he gestures at the corpses "was a normal farmer. Something turned him into this, and I am pretty sure that he was half-way, or part of the way at least, into becoming part of this 'pack' that he mentioned."

He lets the jaw drop back, wipes his blade on a corner of cloth, and steps back beside Grayst.

"Perhaps a trip to these farms is in order?" he offers, his voice flat.