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

[funkmamagoat]

Kirio growls under his breath as he witnesses the gowned witch continue to resist their attacks and hears the witch in the water grown as if attacked herself (Knowledge check on their link coming up) and winces as he sees the young rogue go down... He turns on the witch in the water and lets an arrow fly at her (witch in water F8)...

 

[Gregor]

[sblock="for Arnir"]You search your mind, but are unable to recall any useful information about the bond between the two witches. [/sblock]

[sblock="for Kirio"]You search your mind, but are unable to recall any useful information about the bond between the two witches. [/sblock]

Arnir, your conjured arrow of acid barely misses the witch in the tattered dress. It sails just over one shoulder and disappears into the darkness beyond the campfire.

Kirio, your arrow strikes true on the armored witch in the water. It lodges itself in a gap in her plate mail, but you can see that it causes no more damage than a minor flesh wound.

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Initiative Order
1 - Lars (stable at -2hp)
2 - Arnir (slowed until Round 7)
3 - Kirio (slowed until Round 7)
4 - Bannock (slowed until Round 7)
5 - DM #3 (W)
6 - Hrimr
7 - Diashan
8 - Torrent
9 - Alric (slowed until Round 7)
10 - DM #1 (C)

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Marsh Attack - Round 6

GM: Apologies for being slow with the map. You're up next on Round 6 Bannock.

 

[Bannock]

Bannock watches Lars go down, howls in fury, and steps into H-10 to bring his glaive down in a vicious chop at the armored witch in F-8.

 

[Gregor]

Bannock, your glaive deflects off of the witch's plate armor with a loud metallic scrape and a small burst of sparks.

The witch in the dress, now bleeding from a number of wounds, spits black phlegm in Alric's face, curses him and summons her sphere of flame into his space. The flames burn his back and legs as it presses in on him.

 

[The Bashar]

Breathing heavily after striking the crocodile down, Hrimr looks to Diashan and sees that he is well. He begins to head over to the other side of the tiny island and stops by the fire (K12). With his free hand he casts a spell and targets the armour of the witch at F8.

OOC: Casting Heat Metal. If the armour is magical is gets a saving throw vs DC 15. As long as the witch is in the water she takes half damage from the spell.

 

[Gregor]

Hrimr, the armored witch resists your spell.

Diashan picks himself up off the ground. Though still bloody and bruised, he checks his grip on his longsword and hobbles over to flank the dress-wearing witch (move to G14).

Torrent follows the elf (moves to H13) and when faced with the witch, she brings her axe down towards her collarbone. The edge of the weapon snaps the bone like kindling and drive down into her torso. With a horrible shriek, the witch falls to her knees bleeding profusely and drooling black ichor. With a final whimper she slumps over dead. The armored witch in the water grabs at her neck in obvious pain and spits a mouthful of blood into the water through gritted teeth.

 

[Adjuntive]

Seeing the disgusting, ichor gushing had hit the ground Alric breathes a sigh of relief and then spins around to see the remaining witch looming about Lars' crumpled body.

Spinning on his heel, he heads towards the witch to end this encounter finally.

OOC: Alric moves to G10.

 

[Gregor]

The remaining witch, who is obviously bruised and battered beneath her armor, looks at the bodies of her two companions, realizing that this battle is now beyond her ability to win. She grimaces and spits another mouthful of blood into the swamp water. After wiping her chin with the back of her hand, she throws her hands up into the air and calls out:

"Mercy! Mercy for the sister H'andrea. I give up and surrender. We have a captive nearby at our home. She can be yours. Let me live and I will take you there."

GM: Given the surrender, I'll take us off initiative for now. If things turn back to violence, we can re-roll initiative and go from there.

 

[funkmamagoat]

Kirio stares at the remaining witch with a cold smile... a dagger seems to magically materialyse in his left hand as he calmly walks over to her ir... "listen to me carefully "sister H'andrea" because I am not in a patient mood, have no desire to repeat myself and am quite frankly more than a little annoyed with you. Who are you? Why did you attack us?? Who is your prisoner???"

OOC: intimidate check

 

[Gregor]

"I am H'andrea!" exclaims the witch in a squeaky voice, "you murdered my sister H'andrea, and my other sister H'andrea." Keeping her hands in the air, she moves towards the shore, trudging through the silt and water. "We attacked you because we ... needed parts of you. We are users of the weave, the planes and the forces of nature. We are creators of spells and brewers of potions. The blood of the intelligent is like ambrosia to our recipes. We do not know who our prisoner is. Like you and those foolish wizards from the city, she wandered through our swamp and so she was taken to be of use. You may have her. You may take the fire-headed girl and do with her what you will."