Paridon: The Dark Metropolis (Ravenloft)

[Le Noir Faineant]

I should point out that I am currently to *LotR: RotK - The Fields of the Pelennor*. Pretty intense!

Hi hair ashen, his cloth smoking, and his good arrows broken and smahed,
Calahan gets back on his feet.

Not caring if there are still small flames left burning on his belongings, the woodsman raises his Kukri, and,
with the look of a hungry wolf in his streaming eyes, walks back through the fire...

Whatever he'll find there, it won't leave with life.

 

[industrygothica]

Darian attempts to pull himself back up onto the balcony to inspect the damages.

 

[kinem]

Gods damn! That was too close! I must chide that fool!

Father Berman rubs his eyes to clear them and looks at what remains in the room. He will use the wand yet again, either on himself or on any watchman that drops.

Lady protect us! Yet if the monster remains unhurt and the others won't listen to reason, I will have to withdraw to tell the tale.

 

[InVinoVeritas]

"Oy, do you need help up there?" one of the bucket brigade calls out to Darian. He gets a helping hand as he puls himself back onto the balcony. He gets his bearings just as Torhan rushes back into the bedchamber, filled with fire and smoke.

Ru and Fr. Berman hold back, not wanting to enter the inferno just caused by Calahan. The priest receives a blessing from Ezra (+8 hp). Calahan draws his kukri and rushes headlong into the flames, heat, and stench.

Fire now rules everywhere in the chamber. No longer is the fire just along the bed or curtains, but it covers every surface, propelled by the fuels unleashed, the wood in the furniture and beams, and the heavily smoking paraphernalia shattered across the room. The air is filled with choking smoke, and Torhan coughs as he spies Calahan entering. Calahan's mustache singes away in the blistering heat, and the flames painfully etch patterns on the policemen's skins (-5 hp, fatigued). Although it is hard to see through the agonizing heat, the opaque fumes, and the blinding light, the two can barely make out their quarry, lying on the burning bed, twitching. The entire room creaks like some giant beast, moaning in agony.


Torhan 19/40, fatigued
Fr. Berman 13/30
Calahan 3/23, fatigued
Darian 14/20
Ru 12/30

 

[industrygothica]

"You damned fool!" Darian screams at the reckless Calahan. "This whole place is going to collapse on us! Come out of there!"

 

[Rhun]

Despite the heat and flame, and the room's imminent collapse, Torhan is determined to see the end of their evil and deadly foe. His greatsword in hand, the holy warrior steps up to the burning bed and slashes downward at the twitching form of their enemy!


Coup de gras, if possible. Otherwise, attack +8 (plus any bonuses for the thing being on the bed), damage 2d6+4/19-20

 

[InVinoVeritas]

OOC: Did anyone else want to respond?

 

[Rhun]

What IVV said!

 

[kinem]

"Sever and grab the head if you can!" Father Berman urges, encouraged by the apparently poor condition of the enemy.

He'll use the wand on Callahan, despite his misgivings, saying "You fool! I'll have words with you later."

 

[InVinoVeritas]

"Sever and grab the head if you can!" Father Berman urges, encouraged by the apparently poor condition of the enemy.

He'll use the wand on Callahan, despite his misgivings, saying "You fool! I'll have words with you later."

OOC: Stepping into the flames?