Round One... Fight!
OOC: Ahh... Will I ever get tired of quoting Karate Champ? I sure hope not. Oh, and since I'm using DM's Familiar to run the combat, I won't be using the Invisible Castle die roller (for most of the stuff). You're free to do so, though, just let me know what you want to do and link the rolls.
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Desert smiles at the new arrivals, and even waves at them a bit. They look at him uneasily, and at each other with strange, unsettling looks on their faces, but still he stands there.
"Creepy," one of them says.
Ranti doesn't smile, but rather pulls his blindfold back down and treats the hobgoblins to a nice little Orcish litany of slaughter. Again, they look at each other, confused. You think you hear one of them say something like,
"What did he say?"
Hobgoblin #10, whom we'll call
Eaarrggh, yells "Eaarrgghh!" as he rushes straight ahead, reaching for K with his outstretched hands (neither of which have a weapon). He closes, which isn't a very smart thing to do...
Wench? I, I don't think he called me a wench, maybe I'm hearing things again, I'll just drop it...
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K, contemplating what she thought she heard, smashes her crossbow into Eaarrggh's gut, who shrieks in pain. He clutches at his stomach, and staggers back a little, surprised to see a crossbow bolt sticking out between his fingers.
Desert looks curiously at the hobgoblin, but only for a second, as he realizes from the attacker's grunts, yells, and overall demeanor that he means to do them harm. The young monk responds in kind, slamming his foot twice in rapid succession into the hobgoblin's much-beleagured midsection, and he falls over, motionless.
The Shaman wiggles his hands around strangely and barks something in his language, and, with a confident look on his face, a strange feeling comes over the lot of you...
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Ranti's Will save (1d20+3=23)
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Richard's Will save (1d20-1=12)
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Gruammsh's Will save (1d20+4=22)
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Bill's Will save (1d20+0=12)
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K's Will save (1d20+3=23)
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Desert's Will save (1d20+7=19)
...but the strange feeling passes rather quickly
(OOC: Awww, MAN!!) and you all feel perfectly fine. The Shaman looks a little perplexed.
Hobbo #7, whom we'll call
Dieeee, charges
Ranti screaming "DIEEEE!!!", but this proves to be a mistake, as it allows the elven warrior, who was simply waiting for such a thing, to take this opportunity to attack his opponent. Which he does, but his strike glances off the hairy attacker's armor. The hairy attacker, twisting to dodge
Ranti's sword, swings wide with his battleaxe and cleaves nothing but air.
Hobgoblin #8,
Grabby McGrabberson, runs up and grabs at K, evidently not caring what happened to the last guy that tried that...
[size=+1]Wench?[/size] Maybe he said wench, maybe I'm not crazy...
...And
K, once again weilding her crossbow, swings it at Grabby's face! But he ducks low, avoiding the weapon, and moves in for a great big hug!
K will have none of this, however, and slaps the big lug's grubby mitts away easily.
Hobgoblin #11, now named
Slick, saunters up (quickly) to the raiders' favorite female, and says (in common),
"Come on, girlie, we'll treat ya nice," and (not surprisingly) also tries to grab her.
[size=+2]Wench?[/size] Is it conceivable that he said wench? no I suppose not, there is always a chance...
Now see, If
I were one of these hobgoblins, I would cut that out. But they just don't seem to learn. And this guy pays for it - a swift kick to the crotch from a slender, black-booted foot lets him know that
she has no interest in treating
them nice. He winces, and reaches for his axe...
...but never quite makes it, as
Gruammsh, foul-smelling smoke seeping from his helmet with a <sigh>, chops happily at Slick, removing that arm. Slick expires in a surprised heap on top of his already fallen comrade.
Hobbo #9 seems a bit smarter than the rest, so we'll call him
Professor. He stays where he is and lets loose a well-aimed arrow from his shortbow, which miraculously finds a gap in the plates of
Gruammsh's armor. Fortunately, it isn't a deep wound
(OOC: 2hp damage). Unfortunately, it's sticking out of his butt.
Hobbo #12 pays heed to the way close-combat has been playing out so far, and also opts for a ranged attack -
His bowstring twangs and an arrow finds its way into
Bill's calf.
(OOC: 3hp damage)
Richard, in his normal quiet way, takes a step forward and removes
Grabby's head with his bastard sword. Grabby doesn't seem to mind. (Well, he's not complaining or anything, anyway.)
The
Leader, sick of all the incompetence around him, rolls his eyes, hefts his greataxe, and charges into the frey screaming in rage, making a beeline for the closest person,
Richard. He swings a great deadly arc with amazing power and deals an incredible blow to
Richard, who reels from it but remains standing.
(OOC: 10hp damage to Richard)
Hobbo #3, hoping his leader can cover him, rushes forward and attempts to make off with the girl this time. Uh, let's call him
Hank.
Hank reaches out...
[size=+3]Wench?[/size] He said it...
...and manages to slip past
K's half-crazed haymaker, but her momentum allows her to wriggle out of
Hank's feeble grasp.
Mr. Berzerker Sheriff Uncle Milty Lord and Master Bill has a few choice words for Al, who responds in the mature and very dignified manner befitting a person of his stature.
Bill moves up slightly, refocusing.
Hobgoblin #6, another bowman (so we'll call him
Beau), unleashes a mighty torrent of arrow at
Richard! The feathered missile embeds itself in Richard's helm, but he doesn't seem to notice at all.
Hobgoblin #4, whose name just happens to be
Joel (I'm not making that up, really, he introduced himself to me before the encounter) runs into the thick of things and takes a swing at
Richard, but misses by a mile. (I'm not surprised, he seemed like a dufus when I talked to him.)
[size=+6]Wench![/size] He saitschssher ahHHHHHH[size=+6]AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH[/size]
I think we all know who's going next. In a screaming frenzy of spittle-soaked rage, the demure little spellcasting girl leaps straight at the hobgoblin leader, who is too taken aback to react effectively. The leader bellows in surprise and agony as
K buries her teeth into his shoulder and begins to wring his neck, literally.
Hobbo #5, having watched everything up to this point with his axe in hand, looks to the Shaman, who shrugs. This doesn't seem to fill
Hobbo #5 with confidence, so he warily puts his axe away and pulls out his bow.
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OOC: End of round 1! Here's everyone's positions at the start of round 2:
Actions?
