Six From Gate Pass - Chapter 3: Shelter From The Storm

[Gregor]

Lars, though you're sure you've stabbed forward with a lethal thrust, your weapon cuts through nothing but thin air.

"Get up you fools!" cries Kubla over his shoulder at the unconscious forms of his allies. He then steps forward towards Bannock and raises his damaged falchion for another strike (5-ft step to F3). The mangled-looking sword cuts through the chain and leather between Bannock's forearm and bicep plates. With a battle cry, the Ostaliner half-orc revels in the fight.

GM: Lars, by "step forward" shall I assume you're in H3 now?

 

[digimattic]

Arnir wrinkles his brow in baffled confusion as Lars stabs the air, but snaps back to reality with the sickening crunch of the totally unwounded half-orc's falchion against Bannock's armour.

Aiming just above the rubble in front of him, Arnir lets fly a white hot blast of deadly electricity aimed square at the orc.

 

[Gregor]

Arnir' your bolt of lightning temporarily blinds everyone in the room and a cracking sound of thunder roars. The air ionizes as the bolt of energy rips forward and arcs against the metal breastplate of Merrywinter's half-orc guard. His bestial skeleton is briefly illuminated as he clenches his jaw in pain and the lightning bolt continues on into the masonry behind him, leaving a black scorch mark and a cloud of masonry dust.

At this moment, a ray of flames bursts into existence from the corner of the room and rushes towards Arnir's back. As the fire rips hotly through the room Merrywinter immediately blinks into sight (G8), his hands the source of the spell. The spell strikes Arnir in the spine, burning through his clothes and delivering third degree burns to his flesh.

 

[Bannock]

Bannock circles with Kubla, keeping the pile of junk between them (5 foot step to F-5). Wounded, he finally doubts his ability to withstand another blow (Bannock is at 8 hp). He knows that Kubla's sword is about to shatter, however. He brings his glaive sweeping across the room in another attempt to defang the brute.

"Hey Lars, when you're done practicing over there, we could use a hand!"

 

[Gregor]

Bannock, your attempt at sundering the damaged falchion is turned aside with a noisy yet harmless screech of metal.

 

[Gregor]

Round 3

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Initiative

1 - Lars
2 - Kubla (DM)
3 - Arnir
4 - Omark (DM)
5 - Thurl (DM)
6 - Merrywinter (DM)
7 - Bannock

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Round 3

 

[fromage67]

Lars, smelling the extreme danger of the situation, decides to head closer to the exit. He moves to the corner near the door.

OOC: Move to E5 [H4;G5;F5]

Lars then makes a few subtle motions and speaks some words.

OOC: Cast Ghost Sound as if a really loud bell equivalent to 12 humans was ringing persistently (3r) from square B1

Outside, a loud bell starts ringing madly.

 

[Gregor]

Merrywinter's two thugs, Omark and Thurl, who have been snoring on the wet cobblestones are suddenly shaken awake by the incessant clanging of bells which seem to be emanating right beside them. They open their eyes and look at eachother with confusion in their eyes, before they realize where they are and remember that a battle is taking place with their employer and their mark.

Given that only half a minute has elapsed since blades were first drawn, some people on the street now cover ears from the ringing bell and begin to scatter. Some were trying to help the men who fainted or were passing by the open door to Merrywinter's 'shop' when they saw arcing blades, spilled blood and flashes of magic. "Call the guards!" some scream, "Help!" call others as the bells continue to clang.

Kubla hears the clanging and then sees the commotion going on outside. He does notice that Omark and Thurl are preparing to stand up and shifts around the rubble to continue to press Bannock (5ft step to G4). "Master!" he calls, "Must hurry, guards ringing bells, be here soon!" He then lashes out in a two handed sideways slash in hopes of felling Bannock and turning his attention to Arnir. The swipe catches Bannock in the side, folding plate in with a wicked dent and cracking ribs. Bannock coughs blood and collapses in a heap.

GM: Bannock is stable at -2hp

 

[Bannock]

Bannock's utters, "Damn it Lars!" before he hits the ground and passes out.

 

[digimattic]

Arnir screams out in agony as the ray of red-hot energy blasts through his cloak and clothes to render his flesh underneath. Lost in pain for a moment, the clanging of bells snap him back into reality and he curses as the two Orcs outside groggily come-to. wheeling around with the wild look of a cornered animal, Arnir decides if he is to die, he will at least go out fighting. Glaring at Merrywinter he says "My turn..."