Malvoisin's Curse of the Crimson Throne, Chapter 1: Edge of Anarchy (IC)
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EvolutionKB
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Quintel...Karastro Quintel
"Impressive," Karastro says to Edlin. "How long are they down for?" Karastro begins moving up the stairs near Coldan intent on capturing the gnome and human.
[sblock=ooc]Double move up stairs.[/sblock]
"Impressive," Karastro says to Edlin. "How long are they down for?" Karastro begins moving up the stairs near Coldan intent on capturing the gnome and human.
[sblock=ooc]Double move up stairs.[/sblock]
Edlin shrugs his shoulders. Although entirely satisfied with his contribution, he knows his luck can't hold. "Don't take any chances," he advises Karastro, before moving to follow the others up the catwalk - securing the wand carried by the blond man his immediate goal, as that may allow him to defend himself if the dice go against him.
ooc: double move up catwalk.
ooc: double move up catwalk.
Malvoisin
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Gadeann growls in frustration as his axe misses its mark. Despite his rather bad position behind Orman, Gadeann shakes his head and again swings his polearm past his companion. This time, the blow strikes home despite the interposing swashbuckler. The blade of the axe bites deeply into the half-orc's shoulder, eliciting a loud cry of pain.
Coldan lumbers up the opposite stairs toward the unconscious pair of newcomers, but, slowed by his heavy mail, is unable to quite reach their fallen forms.
"Very well then, drop your flail, surrender, and I won't make you," Orman replies to the strange half-orc. Orman's blade flashes in an escordido maneuver of the incarne style after ducking the spiked metal bludgeon, plunging straight through the giggling one's studdled leather and running him clean through. The pucker-scarred half-orc giggles no more as he slumps to the catwalk in a spreading pool of his own blood.
[sblock=Crunch]
Gadeann attacks half-orc with poleaxe behind cover. 15+1=16, Hit! Damage roll 2d6+4=8.
Coldan double moves up onto the stairs of the catwalk, heading toward the pair of unconscious newcomers.
Orman attacks the half-orc with his rapier, 15+3=18, Hit! Damage 1d6+3=9, killing the half-orc.
[/sblock]
COMBAT ENDS
With no further enemies to be seen, everyone stops to catch their breath. The sounds of whimpering, crying children are magnified in the sudden quiet as the violence ends.
OOC: Combat is over for now, and there are 26 frightened children cowering in their hammocks. The giggling half-orc is dying, and the gnome and blonde human lie unconscious from the color spray spell. What will you do next?
Coldan lumbers up the opposite stairs toward the unconscious pair of newcomers, but, slowed by his heavy mail, is unable to quite reach their fallen forms.
"Very well then, drop your flail, surrender, and I won't make you," Orman replies to the strange half-orc. Orman's blade flashes in an escordido maneuver of the incarne style after ducking the spiked metal bludgeon, plunging straight through the giggling one's studdled leather and running him clean through. The pucker-scarred half-orc giggles no more as he slumps to the catwalk in a spreading pool of his own blood.
[sblock=Crunch]
Gadeann attacks half-orc with poleaxe behind cover. 15+1=16, Hit! Damage roll 2d6+4=8.
Coldan double moves up onto the stairs of the catwalk, heading toward the pair of unconscious newcomers.
Orman attacks the half-orc with his rapier, 15+3=18, Hit! Damage 1d6+3=9, killing the half-orc.
[/sblock]
COMBAT ENDS
With no further enemies to be seen, everyone stops to catch their breath. The sounds of whimpering, crying children are magnified in the sudden quiet as the violence ends.
OOC: Combat is over for now, and there are 26 frightened children cowering in their hammocks. The giggling half-orc is dying, and the gnome and blonde human lie unconscious from the color spray spell. What will you do next?
EvolutionKB
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Quintel...Karastro Quintel
Karastro moves up the stairs, helping Coldan disarm the men. "Does anybody have some rope to tie these men up with?"
Karastro moves up the stairs, helping Coldan disarm the men. "Does anybody have some rope to tie these men up with?"
Edlin shrugs his shoulders as he collects the wand from the unconscious blond man. "It's a bit hit and miss," he replies. "Could only be a few seconds, or maybe even a couple of minutes."
"Where is HE?" Edlin asks, the name unspoken, as he looks through the door, and then looks at the wand more closely.
"Where is HE?" Edlin asks, the name unspoken, as he looks through the door, and then looks at the wand more closely.
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