Metropolis (The World in Waiting) - Chapter One

[Phoenix]

[sblock]ooc: Raging, then charging or moving and attacking if conditions permit. If not, just getting between the Robes and the table will suffice.[/sblock]

A smile spread across Ba'aktar's tired face. Now he would make his move. He could forget such trivial things as thirst when he reached the height of his rage. He casually opened the door to the room, probably some kind of operating theatre, and roared. His footfalls pounded the ground and he launched himself at the Robe closest to the knife table.

[sblock]Ba'aktar rages (Round One) - Surprise!
Ba'aktar attack roll (AC 14) +25 - Hit
Ba'aktar damage roll - 15pts

(Round Two)
Ba'aktar Initiative +21
Cultist Initiative +19
Ba'aktar attack roll (AC 14) +29 - Hit
Ba'aktar damage roll - 22pts
Ba'aktar attack of opportunity roll (AC 14) +23 - Hit
Ba'aktar damage roll - 16pts
Cultist attack roll (AC 10) +20 - Hit
Cultist damage roll - 2pts
Cultist Concentration check (DC 16) +13 - Fail
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The yellow robes obviously did not hear the growling of Ba'aktar outside the door to their laboratory, but they heard the door as it crashed inwards, all too late.

Ba'aktar leaped beside the table, swinging the iron bar and letting it connect heavily against the arm of the cultist next to him. There was a snapping sound and the man screamed, grabbing his arm in pain and letting his legs fold beneath him and dropping him on the floor.

The other two were too shocked by Ba'aktar's entrance to move, but when Ba'aktar's iron bar fell heavily down upon the skull of the second man, cracking it open like a melon, the last of the men was shocked into action.

He leapt between Ba'aktar and the table, grabbing desperately for his knife, but the iron bar swung once more, landing heavily across the man's back and cracking several of his ribs. Through the pain the cultist manages to swing the blade about, slicing neatly across Ba'aktar's chest.

At his feet the half-orc can barely hear the whimpering of the man with the broken arm, there is a crackling of magic from his fingertips, but nothing else. What was better was that he could see the fear in their eyes...

 

[Phoenix]

Taran ponders his situation for a second and deams that discression is nessessary, he takes a 5' step back and casts a quick spell. His skin quickly thickens and hardens almost like bark.

OOC: [sblock]Ghost has weapon Finesse, so gets +3 from dex, not -1 from Str.
Barkskin gives Taran +2 to his Natural AC, bringin his AC up to 20. He is down to 14 HP
Twitchy Bite +8 melee (1d6+3 plus disease (DC 13))
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[sblock]Ohhh....
Twitchy attack roll (AC 14) +14 - Hit
Twitchy damage roll - 5pts (19 total)
Taran AC rises to 20
Ghost attack roll (AC 14) +20 - Hit
Ghost damage roll - 8pts (11 total)
Cultist attack rolls (Taran - AC 20) +17 & +14 - Both Miss
Cultist attack rolls (Ghost - AC 14) +10 & +20 - Miss & Hit
Cultist damage roll (Ghost) - 4pts
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From the darkness beyond there is a squelching noise, and the fight between Twitchy and his combatant falls silent. Taran and Ghost were not so lucky however, desperately battling two cultists each with all of their skill.

Taran steps back and allows the magic of the earth to rise from his feet, encasing him in a brown stain that slowly rises from his toes and hardens about him. The cultists assailing him batter at his new protective skin ineffectively, their frustration showing on their faces.

Ghost's mace swung heavy this time, slamming into the chest of one of his attackers with a satisfying thump and a spray of blood from the man's mouth. The move had left him open however, and his second attacker took the opportunity to slice Ghost across the ribs with his blade. Not a killing blow, but the pain was definately evident.

 

[Bront]

[sblock]Ohhh....
Twitchy attack roll (AC 14) +14 - Hit
Twitchy damage roll - 5pts (19 total)
Taran AC rises to 20
Ghost attack roll (AC 14) +20 - Hit
Ghost damage roll - 8pts (11 total)
Cultist attack rolls (Taran - AC 20) +17 & +14 - Both Miss
Cultist attack rolls (Ghost - AC 14) +10 & +20 - Miss & Hit
Cultist damage roll (Ghost) - 4pts
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From the darkness beyond there is a squelching noise, and the fight between Twitchy and his combatant falls silent. Taran and Ghost were not so lucky however, desperately battling two cultists each with all of their skill.

Taran steps back and allows the magic of the earth to rise from his feet, encasing him in a brown stain that slowly rises from his toes and hardens about him. The cultists assailing him batter at his new protective skin ineffectively, their frustration showing on their faces.

Ghost's mace swung heavy this time, slamming into the chest of one of his attackers with a satisfying thump and a spray of blood from the man's mouth. The move had left him open however, and his second attacker took the opportunity to slice Ghost across the ribs with his blade. Not a killing blow, but the pain was definately evident.

Taran, not wishing to fall now, takes another quick step back and casts another spell. Soon, his wounds beging to close up on their own.
Twitchy charges one of the cultists attackhing his master (Unless he can't get there, in which case he'll attack one on Ghost instead).

OOC: [sblock]Taran casts Cure Light Wounds (d8+4)
Twitchy Bite +8 melee (Possibly +2 more for charge) (1d6+3 plus disease (DC 13))
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[D20Dazza]

Ghost's mace swung heavy this time, slamming into the chest of one of his attackers with a satisfying thump and a spray of blood from the man's mouth. The move had left him open however, and his second attacker took the opportunity to slice Ghost across the ribs with his blade. Not a killing blow, but the pain was definately evident.

Ghost grimaces in pain, but adrenalin is pumping now and he is loathe to halt his attack. He swings again lustily at the Yellow Robe before him "Your fate will be that of your friend" he growls before spitting in the eye of the man that threatens him and pressing the attack.

 

[Festy_Dog]

At his feet the half-orc can barely hear the whimpering of the man with the broken arm, there is a crackling of magic from his fingertips, but nothing else. What was better was that he could see the fear in their eyes...

Priceless... Three foes dispatched so quickly, and all they had to show for themselves was a small cut. It barely bled. A moment to be savoured indeed. Ba'aktar looked down upon his conquered foe, wheezing to catch his breath after the adrenaline had left him. The iron bar was now poised above the prone man's head, and Ba'aktar's muscles flexed, begging him to use them again.

"Speak. Quickly. Or die," he said.

He didn't know what was going on, but there was assumably a time limit, and once Ba'aktar had a grasp of what exactly was lying on yonder table that looked like him then he could formulate his next move.

 

[Phoenix]

Ghost grimaces in pain, but adrenalin is pumping now and he is loathe to halt his attack. He swings again lustily at the Yellow Robe before him "Your fate will be that of your friend" he growls before spitting in the eye of the man that threatens him and pressing the attack.

[sblock]Bardic Song - Round Three
Twitchy attack roll (AC 14) +21 - Hit
Twitchy damage roll - 9pts
Ghost attack roll (AC 14) +17 - Hit
Ghost damage roll - 7pts (18pts total)
Taran healing spell - 6pts healed
Cultist attack roll (Twitchy AC 18) +5 - Miss
Cultist attack roll (Taran AC 20) +5 - Miss
Cultist attack roll (Ghost AC 14) +9 - Miss
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Spittle spats upon the mask of one of the cultists, taking a little by surprise, enough so that the mace that followed the liquid projectile hammered home across the man's face, spraying blood through the holes in the mask and staining the yellow a deep crimson. The man fell.

Taran was slowly inching his way back along the pier, if he kept going like this he would fall in the lake of filth, a prospect that even Twitchy didn't relish. His hands glowed a soft purple and his wounds began to knit up, that would itch later no doubt. Two of the cultists were moving in on the small druid though, and there was little area to manuever, at least for Taran.

Twitchy stampeded along the pier behind them, his little feet pattering on the partually rotten wood, and his teeth sunk deeply into the calf of one of Taran's attackers.

The fight was suddenly going against the cultists, all three of them may have know it, for their blades swung wide of their mark by several feet. But there was worse things to worry about...

...the wood beneath Taran and Ghost's feet was crumbling a little, the peir rocked with the combat quite unsteadily, and chunks of rotten wood was breaking loose...when it rains it pours it seems...

 

[Phoenix]

Priceless... Three foes dispatched so quickly, and all they had to show for themselves was a small cut. It barely bled. A moment to be savoured indeed. Ba'aktar looked down upon his conquered foe, wheezing to catch his breath after the adrenaline had left him. The iron bar was now poised above the prone man's head, and Ba'aktar's muscles flexed, begging him to use them again.

"Speak. Quickly. Or die," he said.

He didn't know what was going on, but there was assumably a time limit, and once Ba'aktar had a grasp of what exactly was lying on yonder table that looked like him then he could formulate his next move.

[sblock]OOC: Actually there are two alive, both badly wounded...but....
Intimidate check (DC 9) +18 - Success
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The cultist grasping the bloody knife looks at his dead friend and the one screaming on the floor in pain, and ponders his own condition for a moment. Between clentched teeth and through a haze of pain the man spoke:

"What do you want?"

 

[Bront]

[sblock]Bardic Song - Round Three
Twitchy attack roll (AC 14) +21 - Hit
Twitchy damage roll - 9pts
Ghost attack roll (AC 14) +17 - Hit
Ghost damage roll - 7pts (18pts total)
Taran healing spell - 6pts healed
Cultist attack roll (Twitchy AC 18) +5 - Miss
Cultist attack roll (Taran AC 20) +5 - Miss
Cultist attack roll (Ghost AC 14) +9 - Miss
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Spittle spats upon the mask of one of the cultists, taking a little by surprise, enough so that the mace that followed the liquid projectile hammered home across the man's face, spraying blood through the holes in the mask and staining the yellow a deep crimson. The man fell.

Taran was slowly inching his way back along the pier, if he kept going like this he would fall in the lake of filth, a prospect that even Twitchy didn't relish. His hands glowed a soft purple and his wounds began to knit up, that would itch later no doubt. Two of the cultists were moving in on the small druid though, and there was little area to manuever, at least for Taran.

Twitchy stampeded along the pier behind them, his little feet pattering on the partually rotten wood, and his teeth sunk deeply into the calf of one of Taran's attackers.

The fight was suddenly going against the cultists, all three of them may have know it, for their blades swung wide of their mark by several feet. But there was worse things to worry about...

...the wood beneath Taran and Ghost's feet was crumbling a little, the peir rocked with the combat quite unsteadily, and chunks of rotten wood was breaking loose...when it rains it pours it seems...

Taran grins and presses the attach, the cultists now thinking he was cornered, he strikes at the one not occupied by Twitchy with his spear, and then tries to maneuver back towards the front of the dock. Twitchy meanwhile continues to firociously attack the cultist.

[sblock]Taran's Attack: MW Short Spear +7 1d4+2 20x2
Taran 5' step away from the edge if possable
Twitchy Bite +8 melee (Possibly +2 more for charge) (1d6+3 plus disease (DC 13))
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[Festy_Dog]

The cultist grasping the bloody knife looks at his dead friend and the one screaming on the floor in pain, and ponders his own condition for a moment. Between clentched teeth and through a haze of pain the man spoke:

"What do you want?"

[sblock]ooc: Ah, I see. Well, Ba'aktar only needs one alive... [/sblock]

Ba'aktar jerked his head towards the copy of himself, and the boy hooked up to it with wires.

"I'll make it clearer then: Drop your little blade and explain that thing, or I'll do this to you," he brings his makeshift weapon down upon cultist with the broken arm, intending to finish the job.

 

[D20Dazza]

Ghost Hound Elf Bard

Spittle spats upon the mask of one of the cultists, taking a little by surprise, enough so that the mace that followed the liquid projectile hammered home across the man's face, spraying blood through the holes in the mask and staining the yellow a deep crimson. The man fell.

...the wood beneath Taran and Ghost's feet was crumbling a little, the peir rocked with the combat quite unsteadily, and chunks of rotten wood was breaking loose...when it rains it pours it seems...

Ghost's mace dances through the air giving him a split second to quickly glance down at his feet "The wharf, it begins to break apart" he yells as he points at the rotting wood beneath his feet "Flee you fools before we all plummet to the water. Take this fight to solid ground now" he yells as he holds his action to flee from the bridge if given the chance.