The Antigrol Tide (IC)

[mps42]

Four glowing spheres of light burst into being, zipping around the street and illuminating the scene. On the right side of the street, two elves have dropped heavy crossbows and are drawing weapons and charging the group, one from the side and one from behind. A third elf further down the street appears to be reloading. From behind on the other side of the street, another elf is charging in. Troth meets that one, swinging his sword with fervor, but in his zeal he overbalances, and the enemy's blade snakes out and slides along his side and ribs, opening a long, nasty gash. The tip of the sword twists slightly at the end of the stroke, sliding shallowly between two ribs. Blood flows freely down the barbarian's right side. The pain threatens to double him over, and it takes much more effort to breathe.

Magyar falls into the shadows by the street behind some crates, struggling to get his bow out with the arrow through his chest. Somehow, he manages, and no more bolts fly his direction. From where he is hidden, he can hear yelling from the street. Troth is bellowing in pain and anger, Denther is yelling for everyone to take cover, and Namoi's high, piercing scream is bouncing off the walls.

The elven bard's body hits the cobblestones with a muted thwap when Grondar drops her. Since an enemy is coming from the alley on the right side of the street, he heads toward the other side looking for cover. Denther and Colmarr, sheltering a hysterical Naomi between them, follow after him, ducking low. They have almost reached the mouth of the alley on the other side of the street when a dark figure rises from behind a rain barrel there. It is an elf with a deadly crossbow pointed directly at Grondar's chest. He calls out in thickly accented common, "Halt, scum!" Down the street, another elf steps out from where he was hidden in a doorway. His boots thump on the boarded sidewalk fronting the building, and a covered porch shelters him from the light of Colmarr's spell. He also wields a crossbow pointed at the group. He calls out in Elvish, [sblock=Elvish]"Captain, here!"[/sblock]

One of the remaining elves with sword drawn from the right side of the street approaches Troth, flanking him. The other moves quickly to the downed elven bard, checking her for signs of life while keeping a watchful eye on Colmarr, Naomi, and Denther from behind. Malachi appears to be unconcious, face-down in the street.

[sblock=OOC]
After one round of combat, Troth is flanked by two enemies at the back left side of the street. Magyar is hiding behind some crates on the back right side of the street. Grondar is in front of Naomi, Colmarr, and Denther in the middle left side of the street. They are facing an alley on the left side of the street where an elf stands behind partial cover with a crossbow trained on Grondar. At the front left side of the street, another elf stands with a crossbow trained on the group. At the front right side of the street, an elf is reloading a crossbow. In the middle of the street, an elf is checking on the downed elven bard. That accounts for six enemies. Troth and Denther originally saw eight. Also, Malachi is lying face down. I will assume that Troth continues to fight the two enemies who have him flanked. For the rest of you, it is your turn.

A reminder of character status:
Magyar is severely injured.
Grondar is wounded.
Denther has a small wound.
Troth has a significant wound.
Malachi appears unconcious.
Naomi is hysterical.
Colmarr seems fine.
None of the enemies have yet been injured.
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[sblock=OOC] I am presuming I don't have time to draw sword AND attack this round. [/sblock]
Denther, seeing the man with the crossbow right in front of him, will set Naomi aside and rush him, looking to put a shoulder into the others Diaphragm.
[sblock=ooc2]
Dont know if you watch American "professional wrestling" but I'm thinking something like a "spear" to the solar plexus to knock the wind out of him. If I am wrong about the draw and attack with sword I would prefer to do that. [/sblock]

 

[unleashed]

Shaking off his apprehension as that won’t help them get out of this, Colmarr begins to sing, hoping to bolster the courage of his allies while drawing his dagger to protect himself and Naomi if the elves should get to them.

[SBLOCK=OOC]Inspire courage and draw dagger.[/SBLOCK]

 

[jkason]

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

Magyar falls into the shadows by the street behind some crates, struggling to get his bow out with the arrow through his chest. Somehow, he manages, and no more bolts fly his direction. From where he is hidden, he can hear yelling from the street. Troth is bellowing in pain and anger, Denther is yelling for everyone to take cover, and Namoi's high, piercing scream is bouncing off the walls.

Back to playing the scared little girl, Mag thinks darkly. He looks at the arrow, knowing he'll have to remove it, but worried that doing so will do more harm than good, especially now that Malachi's healing gifts may or may not be available; best to keep the wound closed with what he has than to let more blood out. Still, gods does it hurt.

When he hears the call for a captain, and sees part of the group surprised by yet another elf, Mag realizes there are others he has yet to catch sight of. He figures he'll only have one good shot at sniping one of them. If there's a leader, it might be most effective to eliminate him if there's only one arrow that will do that much good. Mag shifts so that he has a vantage on the alley, though he keeps to the shadows, and hopes to catch a glimpse of this Captain. His fingers itch with the desire to return his own wound with similar pain, but he tries to focus on picking the right target.

[sblock=OOC]Mag's going to try to keep as much cover / concealment as he can, but trying to Spot / recognize the captain (Spot is +4, not sure what might be applicable to spotting a leader. Sense Motive +5 maybe, to see who the others are deferring to?).

If he can identify the Cap, he'll try for a snipe. +5 to hit (+6 if within 30'), no penalty if the captain's in meleee (Precise Shot) 1d6 + 2d6 sneak attack if he hits, assuming his hide check was successful.

If he can't figure out / see the captain, he'll try to snipe one of the two flanking Troth (same modifiers as above).[/sblock]

 

[Mallak]

The moment Grondar moves, the elf in front of him lets fly with his crossbow bolt. The bolt punches through Grondar's chain shirt, but the metal links turn the head, and Grondar takes only a slight graze along his left side. The elf drops the crossbow and whips out a rapier to meet the thug's attack. Down the street, the elf on the wooden boardwalk also fires at Grondar. This shot strikes more true, but again, the thug's armor turns a death blow into a lesser wound. Then, Grondar is into the alley and attacking. The alley is narrow, and the elf can't bring his blade up to defend himself properly as Grondar dodges around the water barrel and swings his sap with skull crushing force at the elf's thin jar. The weighted leather smack's into the elf's face with a loud crack! The elf slams back into the wall, slumping down to the ground. His hand goes slack, and the rapier clatters to the cobbles.

Magyar peels his eyes against the night, desperately looking for the elf captain. Down the street, two more elves emerge into the light. One of them must be the captain. From where he is concealed, Magyar takes careful aim with his bow. Without the light provided by Colmarr's globes, he would not be able to see well enough to aim with deadly precision, but as it is, he picks his spot and fires. As the arrow leaves the bow, he knows his shot is true.

Troth lunges at the elf in front of him. His blade strikes the elf's leather clad chest. Normally, the blow would not have had the strength the pierce the leather armor, but with a power born of bloodlust, Troth grabs his opponent's sword arm, takes another step forward, and drives the blade through his enemy's body. The elf has a black cloth covering most of his face, but Troth can see the eyes glaze over and the head roll back. The body goes slack, and the barbarian lets it slide off his sword into the street. With a cry of aguished rage from behind, the second elf slashes the barbarian's exposed back. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Troth knows the wound is quite serious. It is by luck alone that he is still standing. But he is still standing, and his rage is still hot.

Colmarr begins to sing, an oddly encouraging sound in the deadly night. Naomi clings to his left arm, but he manages to produce a dagger in his right hand, on the ready. The elf down the street who took the second shot at Grondar has dropped his crossbow, pulled a rapier, and is bearing down on Colmarr, blade flashing in the bewitched light. Denther, seeing Grondar take down the first elf, turns to this new threat, whipping out his longsword and charging to meet the enemy, wielding the weapon in both hands. Encouraged by Colmarr's song rising behind him and spurred on by Naomi's whimpers, he swings true, breaking through the other's guard as the elf hastily raises his sword to block. Denther's sword comes down at the join between the elf's shoulder and neck. Blood spurts, showering Denther, as the elf collapses to the wooden boardwalk.

The elf on the right side of the street has finished reloading, and he fires his weapon at the singing gnome bard. Colmarr ducks, shielding Naomi with his body, and the missile once again passes harmlessly overhead, this time so close that he can feel the wind of its passage. The elf drops his crossbow and pulls his rapier, moving to join the fray.

The elf who had stopped to check on the fallen elven bard, seeing his comrades cut down, charges the gnomish bard, swinging for all he's worth. The swing goes wild, however, and now the elf is in range of Colmarr's dagger.

Magyar's arrow, released so long ago, finds its target, blossoming from the breast of a very surprised looking elf. The elf falls to his knees, collapsing into the dust of the street. The elf who had emerged from the shadows on the opposite side of the street cries out in elvish and runs to the fallen elf's side, quickly administering aid. [sblock=Elvish]"Captain!"[/sblock]
In the middle of the street, Malachi is stirring, but he hasn't gotten up yet.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Grondar

Scum.
Grondar lets the word fly into the air, thanking the gods for his chain shirt, Grondar prepares for whatever is going to be next

[sblock=ooc]If the Elf is not unconscious, Grondar will punch him again, unless he can pick up the rapier and slice the scum. If the elf is unconscious, Grondar will usher
Naomi and Colmarr forward and attack the elf in front of them. [/sblock]

 

[Drowned Hero]

Troth HP:28 (-?); AC: 14; Str:20 Con:18; Will+1; Attack:+5 Rapier dmg:1d6+5 RAGE R.2

Troth knows he is badly wounded and that he might die this night, but hes has embraced death to long ago with his tribe. Death does not scare him. He turns towards his new prey, he sees his enemy trough the red shadows of his eyes lifting his rapier to feed on its lust to kill. As he turns he talks just laud enough to his attacker to hear him and with a smirk on his lips. 'Can you feel death creping up your neck?'


Intimidating, attack and dmg. (1d20+5=16, 1d20+5=6, 1d6+5=11)


[sblock]Rage round 2

jeeeez what a attack roll whit a so god dmg one :\ [/sblock]

 

[unleashed]

His singing having driven the dread he was feeling from him, Colmarr brings his dagger up from below his elven assailant to strike continuing to sing despite the danger it seems to bring his way.

[SBLOCK=OOC]It doesn’t say inspire courage needs concentration as far as I can see, so I assume he can continue it and attack, if not he’ll stop singing. [/SBLOCK]

 

[jkason]

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

Magyar's arrow, released so long ago, finds its target, blossoming from the breast of a very surprised looking elf. The elf falls to his knees, collapsing into the dust of the street. The elf who had emerged from the shadows on the opposite side of the street cries out in elvish and runs to the fallen elf's side, quickly administering aid. [sblock=Elvish]"Captain!"[/sblock]
In the middle of the street, Malachi is stirring, but he hasn't gotten up yet.

Magyar feels a grim pride at having found and downed the Captain, but his fellows are still in trouble. While he expects the sharp-eyed elves have already marked him, he stays where he is, hoping for cover against any of their missiles, if not the safety of being hidden.

Unsure of his exposure, but knowing he has to help where he can, Mag quickly surveys the field. Troth and Colmarr seem to be the only two directly engaged, and given the blood rage Troth seems to be exibiting, Mag decides the gnome's the most in need (especially given that Lissa/Naomi has apparently decided she's finished with her "finished running" philosophy, and has gone back to screaming).

Mag nocks another arrow, eyes focusing on the elf engaged with his smaller friend, and lets loose another shot.

[sblock=OOC]I'm a little unsure about how the sniping rules work. There's a -20 to the Hide check after sniping, but is that only to hide from the target, or from anyone? Either way, might as well try for it. And whether he's seen or not, I'd assume those barrels would provide some kind of cover.

Firing at the elf attacking Colmarr. Same mods as before (and if he somehow managed to Hide again, he may still be eligible for the sneak attack? Sneak attack, too, sometimes confuses me...)[/sblock]

 

[mps42]

Go Team!

Denther will quickly put a sword into his fallen foe and then look for the next nearest and try to sneak to them.

[sblock=ooc]
Not a coup-de-grace but just a quick stab and only if I can't tell if he's still alive or not. +2 dex and +3 move silent on the sneak. Also, if I can spot the crossbowman and he's not down, throw a dagger that direction. Thrown dagger (SCHWEET!) possible Critical hit rolls: [url=http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1290927]1d20+3=15, 1d4+3=6.
If all this fails, try and make way to Troth to provide some aid (heal +1).
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[Mallak]

Magyar lets loose at the enemy engaging Colmarr. His arrow sinks squarely into the center of the elf's back, and he stumbles forward, swing going wild. Colmarr brings his dagger up into the wounded elf's chest, and the enemy coughs, blood frothing at his mouth and eyes glazing over. Colmarr blinks as the battle seems to pause. Naomi's hand is beneath his. She has reached around him, driving her little dagger up to the hilt in the elf's stomach. Dark blood flows over the pale skin of her wrist. She's stopped screaming, but her eyes are wide, and she's breathing very hard.

Grondar, satisfied that the elf in front of him is out cold, scoops up the fallen rapier and beckons Colmarr and Naomi into the relative safety of the alley. He moves past them to meet the second elf baring down on them. The elf sidesteps, snagging Grondar's wrist and somehow tangling his legs. In one fluid motion, while Grondar is still moving forward, the elf gives an almost casual flip of his wrist and the big thug finds himself on his back on the cobblestones, head ringing and seeing stars. The elf stabs the downed thug once through his chain shirt, calls out to his companion engaged with Troth, then turns toward Colmarr and Naomi just in time to take Denther's dagger through the right shoulder just below the collarbone. He gasps once, gritting his teeth. He seems quite angry.

Troth turns to his attacker, the pain in his back distant. The elf seems startled that the barbarian is still on his feet, but determined, too. Troth raises his sword and swings, but at that moment his back spasms, and his sword strikes straight down into the cobblestones, raising sparks. The elf crows triumphantly, swinging his sword at Troth, but Troth's back spasms again, jerking him out of the path of the elf's blade.

The elf who stopped to help the downed captain flicks his eyes over the battle, marking Magyar. He rushes swiftly and silently at the wounded performer crouched behind the barrels, sword held low. As he runs, he draws a small hand crossbow, firing it at Magyar's position. The small bolt thunks solidly into the barrel behind which Magyar is crouched.

From up the street there is shouting, and the sounds of a guardsman's clacker and booted feet pounding this way can be heard.