Q'Barra: Into the Emerald Forest - Part II

[Pebele]

Sanae utters a curse in frustration when she sees how far the distance is from her to Dargin. She knows she'll never make it in time to save him.

After the second attack is made on the halfling, she drops her sword and pulls her crossbow from it's usual position over her left shoulder.

She lines up her shot and fires towards what she hopes is a weaker part of the bug.

"Pick on someone closer to your own size, you flying bastard!"

Sanae will use a free action to drop her greatsword, a move action to draw the crossbow, and then a standard action to fire.
Attack Roll: 8 (ouch. damn)
on the very, very off chance that hits: Damage: 6

 

[Guest 11456]

Eff Flat : Male Warforged Bard 4

Eff Flat stops playing, knowing that the effects will last for a while, and begins running toward the injured halfling.

OOC: Running (4 x move = 80 feet) to N24. Effects of Inspire Courage last for 5 more rounds.

 

[SelcSilverhand]

Dargin glances down to see the wounds of his charge begin to knit. "You'll not join your ancestors this day friend." He says aloud. The suddenly increasing sound of buzzing wings draw his attention back to the fight. He looks up to see the massive 'bug from the ground' suddenly looming over him. It's deadly claws and mandibles lay him open shoulder to hip in a spray of bright red blood. He howls in pain, nearly collapsing to the ground. Ancestors, strengthen me! He whispers to himself. He steadies himself and shouts a word of creation. Grey mists burst from the earth and fill the air, blanketing the area around him. The four figures disappear from sight inside the billowing fog bank.

In the mist:
[SBLOCK]
"Malk, Kill!" Dargin says before grasping the fallen lizardman by the arm and dragging him North away from the bug.

OOC:
Cast Defensively: 22 Obscuring Mist
Going to drag the lizardman 15' north past Malk. There is a 20% miss chance when 5' away, anything beyond that has total concealment. *crosses fingers* Lets hope that he misses his AoO!
Malk's Toe-claw attack bonus is +5(with song) and 1d8+4
[/SBLOCK]

 

[doghead]

he has no name, warforged warrior

With one last glance at the fallen bug to ensure its dead, the warforged sets off at a run towards Dargin. At the edge of the billowing cloud of mist, the warforged pauses for a moment, his spear and shield up, his eyes scanning the fog and the air above for any sign of Dargin or his attacker.

ooc: Running (3xmove = 90') to around 023.

 

[Urko]

Confrontation at K'Lethka Ridge, round three

As the party rushes to Dargin's aid, the little shaman gestures and chants. A bubble of mist explodes outwards, quickly hiding the scene from view. Inside the fog, Dargin sees Malk leap into action, while everyone without can hear the enraged beast's shriek. Dargin pulls back before he can see how effective his friend's attack is, but he hears a heavy thud and the whir of beating wings.

Even after Erin removes the insect spine the skin around the wound burns as if touched by fire. She feels woozy for a moment, but suffers no other ill effect as she dashes into the mist with Matilda and the two warforged. Eff Flat feels the bug's wings force the air aside as it launches itself up and out of sight. By the time it clears the mist, only Sanae has an unobstructed view. The creature's huge, multi-faceted eyes lock with the paladin's and it quickly eats up the distance between them, bobbing and swaying to avoid her crossbow shot.

 

[Yeoman]

"Damn it all! Stand still!"

Matilda doubles back toward Sanae hoping that the bug will dive down to attack her as she closes in.

Matilda will take a double move back to...N-14.

 

[Pebele]

As she watches the bug rise from the mist and dodge her first shot, Sanae is already reloading her crossbow. "May the Flame guide my arrows..." She grit her teeth and lined up another shot, taking slightly more time to set up her aim this time.

She mouthed another silent prayer as she fired off her second shot.

Sanae will use her move action to reload her crossbow, then her standard action to fire again. Though with an attack roll of 6, I don't know why she bothered. I'm not even going to roll damage. *sigh*

 

[doghead]

he hass no name, warforged warrior

He has no name is caught off guard by how fast the mist expands and he finds himself unexpectly wrapped up in it. The warforged pauses for a moment, unsure as to whether to go further in or go back where he can see.

He hefts his shield into a defensive position and pushes on, calling out Dargin's name.

 

[SelcSilverhand]

Dargin breathes a sigh of relief as the sound of insect wings grow fainter. Moving slowly and painfully he begins weaving a pattern of healing magic to close up his terrible wound. He hears 'he has no name' calling for him and he yells back. "We are safe, what of the others?" Dargin then whistles for Malk, knowing that the clawfoot would have no trouble tracking his scent even in this fog.

ooc: casting lesser vigor on myself. 1 hp this round and 1 more a round for 13 more rounds.

 

[Dayspire]

Erin

Erin stumbles over a root as she is suddenly unable to see through the thick mist. What the..? She tries to back up and retrace her steps, hoping that the mist doesn't cover the entire area. "Sanae? Dargin...?" Her voice rings out through this mist.

ooc: Erin will take a single move back to N16. If she's able to see the bug, she will fire her Thunderstaff at the bug again. She gets a 17 on Use Magic Device, and a 13 on her attack. If she hits she does 1d6=3 points of damage.