Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Campaign (ToEE) - Continued

[Voadam]

Right. Charge!

Seeing only one way forward Sir Merrick says decisively "Zirat and I lead, Hit hard and swift. No battle cries." Sir Merrick kicks in the door and charges in, laying about with his glaive at the first being he sees.

 

[InVinoVeritas]

(OOC: Thanks. Ciaran can't do the honors without Shoon to egg him on anymore...)

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Wait for me.
Zirat steps into the room with Merrick

 

[Dog Moon]

Deren follows the example, jumping into the room and launching a dagger at the nearest foe.

 

[Rhun]

OOC: Sweet. I'll get the next post up tonight.

 

[Rhun]

Your party busts through the door and into the large, hexagonal chamber beyond, but you have little time to take in the details. Standing guard are four monsterous trolls; each wears "armor" crafted of bone and leather, but not a single one bears a weapon...for their claws and teeth look deadly enough!

"Fire flasks Deren!" Sir Merrick commands in a hiss as he charges forward taking on the far troll next to the open doorway, cutting a path to escape up and out. His glaive strikes true, but has little force behind it.

Aeron calls upon the aid of Pelor, asking him to bless the company's endeavors against the forces of darkness. His companions feel a calm and focus come over them.

Deren nods as he reaches for his pack. He pauses for a moment as he realizes he doesn't have any flasks of fire. "I don't have any!" he calls back, followed quickly by, "Wait found them." Grabbing a flask, he chucks it at the nearest Troll, striking it in the face, causing it to scream in pain.

Ciaran curses. "More?" We must find a way to get past these guards, Ciaran thinks, as he fires his crossbow at Deren's target. His bolt grazes the troll's muscular green-grey thigh.

Zirat charge the same Troll Merrick just sliced. His chain slashes a wound down the side of the troll.

SURPRISE ROUND FOR THE PCs!

Merrick - powerful charge, glaive vrs T3 22 (hit), damage 8 (ugh, rolled two 1s for your damage)
Aeron - cast bless
Deren - alchemist fire vrs T1 11 (hit - thankfully they were flatfooted at this point), damage 7 (1+6 sneak attack)
Ciaran - crossbow vrs T1 22 (hit), damage 3
Zirat - charge, spiked chain vrs T3 24 (hit), damage 10


PC Status
Merrick 27/31
Aeron 29/31
Zirat 34/40
Deren 25/25
Ciaran 20/20

Opponent Status
T1 -10 (7 fire)
T3 -18

 

[Rhun]

--- MAP POST ---

Please note, Merrick and Zirat's positions are actually reversed on this map. I'll fix that on the next one.

 

[Voadam]

Charge T3. Powerfully.

"Fire flasks Deren!" Sir Merrick commands in a hiss as he charges forward taking on the far troll next to the open doorway, cutting a path to escape up and out.

 

[Rhun]

Aeron calls upon the aid of Pelor, asking him to bless the company's endeavors against the forces of darkness.

Cast bless

[sblock=Spells Readied]
Spells Prepared
0th- detect magic, guidance x 4
1st- bless, bless, disrupt undead (D), obscuring mist, protection from evil
2nd- bless weapon (D), shatter, silence, spiritual weapon
[/sblock]

 

[Dog Moon]

Deren nods as he reaches for his pack. He pauses for a moment as he realizes he doesn't have any flasks of fire. "I don't have any!" he calls back, followed quickly by, "Wait found them." Grabbing a flask, he chucks it at the nearest Troll.