[IC] Wandering Star : Heroes of the Middle Reaches (Part One)

The Sea Devil mutters a short and guttural curse in a tongue both alien and hideous to the ear. He grips his trident tightly and returns to the original tactic of attempting to stab Horto to death. His thrust hits its target and skewers Horto in the shoulder.

[sblock=Horto]Ten points of damage.[/sblock]
[sblock=OOC]Don't forget that you can trigger someone else's second wind with a DC 10 heal check as a standard action. Don't know if anyone has any second wind's left.[/sblock]
[sblock=Ranver]Your turn.[/sblock]
 

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The strange tongue makes Ranver's stomach lurch. His heart flutters. There aren't many languages that the young man hasn't studied or has a passing knowledge of. He quails at the thought of what that means...

I feel distinctly unprepared for this duty.

Ranver closes his eyes and holds the spear out before him, in his mind he can see the tip of it glowing with divine power, he scribes the shape of Ioun's All-Seeing Eye, the imprint of the image stays across his vision when he opens his eyes... he breathes in and stabs through the floating iris centered over the foul creature's heart.

Not that warfare is Her domain. The young priest looks at his dragonborn ally, Zarathas. At Varilar, at Horto, at Jorge... he can't see Charlotte, but he can hear her piping voice venting her frustrations at the wall now studded with errant shuriken.

Sparks fly from the tip of his spear as he gestures it forward with vigor... the bolt sizzles into the Sea Devil's chest and through ricocheting off the wall to sparkle briefly around Charlotte's head.

[sblock=OOC:]Lance of Faith, +2 to Charlotte's next attack. Roll. Attack 19, damage 9[/sblock]
 
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The Sea Devil stands, though his eyes show nothing but stark terror now. He knows that his end is upon him.

[sblock=Varilar]Your turn.[/sblock]
 


The Sea Devil looks wobbly on his feet and it appears that he's having a difficult time holding onto his trident.

[sblock=Zarathas]Your turn.[/sblock]
 

"Give me strength my Lord!" Zarathas yells as he drives the shining blade through the monster, his vigor already replenished.

[sblock=OOC]Bolstering Strike again, and I'll mark it this time to get the heat off of Horto. 1d20+6=24, 1d8+4=9 and I gain yet another +2 temp HP bringing me to 12...[/sblock]
 

With a gurgling cry, the Sea Devil's eyes roll back into his head and he topples to the floor. His trident clatters to the floor to his right and his other arms splays out to the left at an impossible angle, the clawed fingers twitching.

[sblock=Zarathas]Did you kill him or knock him unconscious?[/sblock]
Except for the labored breathing of our stalwart adventurers and the sobbing of the hafling tied to the front porch, the abandoned house is silent once more.

[sblock=OOC]Good job folks. I assume you'll wanna take a five minute rest and do a quick reconnoiter?[/sblock]
 

[sblock=OOC]
[sblock=Zarathas]Did you kill him or knock him unconscious?[/sblock]
Unconcious. We're in the city proper so Z' wants to take it prisoner to face trial. If we'd be in some wilderness, days from civilization he'd have gone for the kill, but not when it's this easy to get it to the authorities.[/sblock]
 

The fight over, Horto sits down, wheezing, all attempts to maintain his usual level of bluster gone. "That was ... tiring," he says, wiping sweat from his brow and attempting to regain his breath.

[sblock=OOC]
I'm all for taking a rest. Stats below reflect 3 surges spent.
Say, did we all just earn an action point? Not sure if there is more fighting to be done today or not, so may not matter.

[sblock=Horto Stat Block]
Horto Dandorin
Init +2 Perception: 12 Insight: 12 Normal Vision
AC 18 Fortitude 17 Reflex 14 Will 13
Hit Points: 28 / 32 Bloodied: 16
Temporary Hit Points: 0
Action Points: 0 (or 1?) Second Wind: Available
Healing Surge: 8 Surges per day: 3 / 10
Encounter Powers: Covering Attack
Daily Powers: USED: Villain's Menace
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Charlie slumps down to a sitting position, hands on her knees, head down. "I'm shattered. Can we take a break before we start looking around...Please?"
 

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