IG's "Those Left Behind" Chapter 3

[industrygothica]

The state of Uulark's nerves is obvious as his shot misses its mark, but the beast looses an unearthly wail as one of the dwarf's arrows hits home. It sits there and twitches for a moment, then advances into the chamber.

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The guards leer at Buurt menacingly after his comment, but offer nothing in return... except a clear path to the exit door.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Talashia stands still for a moment, smoldering and watching her prize get spirited away. Then she flicks her ice blue eyes to the two guards blocking her.

"Who was that man?" she asks, deliberately leaving it vague as to which of the two men she was referring to.

"Depends, are you referring to the foppish @sshole or the guy from the cage fight?" Buurt asks with a cool smirk.

Caerwyn nudges Buurt with his elbow and says, "I think she was asking the guards"

"Oh, really," says Buurt in mock-surprise. "Well, I'll stand by what I said."

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The guards leer at Buurt menacingly after his comment, but offer nothing in return... except a clear path to the exit door.

"Well, I think that was the right question, It is that I thought she wanted the guards to answer, not any of us." athen turning to the guards he asks,"So, who is the fop and who was the cage fight winner?"

 

[industrygothica]

"Yer time here's up," one of the guards says with a raspy voice. "Best ye be leavin' now; yer insults won't be had here."

 

[Shayuri]

Once again, Talashia seems to struggle with an internal dilemma. She settles it with an apologetic expression.

"I'm very sorry for the conduct of my companions," she says warmly. "They've had a bit much to drink. If you let us stay, we'll go sit back down this very moment, and won't make any more trouble."

 

[Scotley]

Rogash

The dwarf back-peddles and keeps firing his bow (1d20+9=20, 1d20+9=11, 1d20+3=23) as fast has is stubby fingers will allow. Two of the arrows (1d8+3=8, 1d8+3=8) sink into the shifting mass of flesh. He shouts to his companions, his voice strangely high pitched with excitement bordering on madness. "Stay way back Uulark, Shaz, use the fire, use the fire!"

OOC: crit check (1d20+3=11)

 

[Shayuri]

Shazi flinches in midair, seemingly momentarily entranced by the horrible gruesomeness of the chaos beast. He gingerly lobs another jar of alchemist's fire at it!

Attack: 10 ranged touch (grenade-like if a miss)
Damage: 5 (1d6 repeats on next turn)
Roll Lookup

Oh yeah, and the fire from last turn burns out this turn, doing 3 damage.
Roll Lookup

 

[Leif]

Uulark Simental, Cleric6

Uulark loads another quarrel in his crossbow and releases the string.
Uulark's next shot at the chaos beastie (1d20+6=9, 1d8=6)

Uulark is evidently quite shaken by the very presence of the chaos beast, because it seems to be all he can do to keep his crossbow pointed vaguely in its direction. Actually hitting it with a crossbow bolt would seem to be out of the question at the moment.

 

[industrygothica]

Once again, Talashia seems to struggle with an internal dilemma. She settles it with an apologetic expression.

"I'm very sorry for the conduct of my companions," she says warmly. "They've had a bit much to drink. If you let us stay, we'll go sit back down this very moment, and won't make any more trouble."

"Fine," the man says. "But ye've been warned."

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The group scatter like a hoard of rats as the chaos beast inches forward. Dyspeers howls fill the stone-walled chamber, and Uulark's girly whine nearly matches it. Still, they fire on, and soon the burning beast is filled with projectiles and finally stops moving.

[sblock=OOC]I've taken the liberty of moving things along here, else we'll be at that battle all day (figuratively, obviously).[/sblock]

 

[jkason]

Shaimon Hu'u, barbaric human druid

Shai nods sheepishly as the guards give them leave to stay, and tries to find a table for them all. When they're seated, he bites his lip and says, "You think that man's gonna come back out? I mean, breathing and all?"

 

[Leif]

[sblock=IG]

The group scatter like a hoard of rats as the chaos beast inches forward. Dyspeers howls fill the stone-walled chamber, and Uulark's girly whine nearly matches it. Still, they fire on, and soon the burning beast is filled with projectiles and finally stops moving.

Girly whine, eh?? Grrrrr, insulted by a DM. I guess I'd best just take it and hush, huh?[/sblock]