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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cage-Rattler" data-source="post: 3996432" data-attributes="member: 52785">Boarding House Siege - Round 7István moved in an impressive display of acrobatics and once more rebounded off the wall, slashing the escape-minded thug across the face with his rapier.  (Natural 20 hits; Critical confirmed.  2 WP damage, Crits ignore DR) Upstairs, the Imp  struggled futilely to pull the black mask from Hagen's grip.  Frustrated, it moved in close (in the back of Sindr's mind, a mental Alarm went off) and jabbed the archivist with its scorpion-like tail.  Hagen yelped in pain as the stinger pierced the back of his hand.    (Attacks Hagen; AC 24 hits.  2 damage)With a strong heave, Hagen manages to tear the mask away from the imp.  He stumbles back awkwardly, the mask falling from suddenly nerveless fingers as the effects of his wound takes hold.  (Opposed strength check succeeds; Fortitude save fails)The Reave reflexively lashed out at the source of the sudden nearby commotion.  Two of his heavy gauntleted fists crashed into his former companion with an uncomfortably loud crunch and the human thug spun to the floor.   (Attacks square A4; 50% chance to find target succeeds; AC 21 hits; 11 damage before DR.  Thug 1 falls)Sindr eyed the intruding devil cooly.    "Drop dead," the stormtouched mage growled, before cautiously unleashing another flurry of arcane energy.  The imp jerked and spasmed as the violent charge struck it, but managed to stay in the air.  (Concentration 29 succeeds; Ranged touch vs. AC 16 succeeds; 2 damage. Imp's Fortitude save succeeds)Cang Lao quickly moved to assist István against his Reave opponent.  Still gleaming slightly under his second "skin", Cang struck hard at his new foe.  (Moves to B2; Attacks reave; AC 28 hits.  9 damage before DR)Clearing his mind and calling on the power of his god, Heinrich called a second ghostly sword into being.  The spiritual blade slashed viciouly at the imp, who screeched in pain.  (Spiritual Weapon strikes AC 23; 6 damage ignoring DR.  Heinrich moves to L4)Watching the battle warily, ready to aid at a moment's notice, Pierce called out to the little fiend in an ancient, cold-sounding  tongue.  The imp stared at the spiker for a moment, before replying in kind.Infernal:[sblock]"The mimir belongs to us!  Mark my words, Acheron-slave, we'll have what is ours!"[/sblock]  With that, the imp began glancing about for a means of escape.  <img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/Joonibug/SlumberingLambRound7.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />Status/Effects:All = Bless, 33 rndsSindr = Mage Armor, 3 hoursHeinrich = Bull's Strength, 33 rnds; Divine Vigor, 13 rnds; Protection from Evil, 33 rndsThug 1 = Disabled, Dying or DeadThug 2 = Disabled, Near Death (Stabilized)Reave =  Fighting Desperately, Blinded (2 rnds)Imp = Confident in Battle=======================================The shadowsyft, Bhoer, allowed a wolfish smile to cross his face.  "Believe me cutter; you lann us the dark of where these primes are -- and your chant checks out --  you won't have any trouble to worry about."</blockquote>

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