The Canterbury Tales- Chapter 4: Dead Drunk

Krindorf moves out of the darkness, and takes his crossbow out and loads it, he'll attempt to shoot Varath with the power of Odin on his side.

Crossbow: attack +2; 1d8 dmg
 

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Borric sees that he almost got hit and remarks, "Whoa! That was a close shave. See how you like this!" He shifts to some cover, if available within 5 feet, drops his rapier and draws his shortbow. He fires an Arrow at the wall climbing fiend.

[sblock=Actions]Free Actions: 5ft step & Drop Rapier
Move Action: Draw Shortbow
Standard Action: Shortbow +6 for 1d6 damage
Dodge +1 AC against Varath (forgot about that earlier)
AC18 & HP11
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Borric Hawkins
 
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Francis
HP: 8/8 AC: 15
F: 2 R: 5 W: 1


Francis, spying Varrath on the ceiling, sheathes his rapier and retrieves his light crossbow off his hip, pressing the stock against his upper arm, and releasing a bolt at the shadow god.

Draw Light Crossbow, attack Varrath. +3 1d8 (30ft range).
 


Borric loads and fires, but in his haste he failed to load the arrow correctly and fumbles his bow, which bounces harmlessly across the floor (critical miss). Francis had better luck, firing a quick shot which impaled Varrath in the chest. The demigod froze in mid-toss and allowed another strange blade to slip from his prepared fingers and disappear somewhere between him and the floor. "I suppose... being a god isn't what it used to be..."

Varrath fades and melts into the wall, yet the wall seems to fade and melt into Varrath. The floor goes wobbly, the vision of the scouts hazy, and the victors feel as if they are floating before a new physical sensation takes hold... the feeling of lying down inside the caravan encampment as the sun could be seen rising nearby.

The Professor
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You watch incorpeal from above as your companions shimmer and disappear from view. Varrath climbs down from the wall he had perched upon and says, "I couldn't hold them. I lacked the power and they were so surprisingly strong. No matter. They won the battle, but it seems as if I have won the war." With that he waves his arm and the stone temple crumbles quickly into dust around the demigod. There is a realization that the temple housed Varrath, but also acted as a prison of sorts. Now that prison is gone and all that stands is the cloaked lord of dreams and the crest-fallen dusky priest.

Varrath says in a soft voice, "Your champions have failed, Betrayer. All this effort for nothing. Do you feel foolish perhaps?"

"Foolish? No, for if the choice came again I would still have been your betrayer. You are mad, lord. So very mad, and I my only regret is your freedom."

The Betrayer's words strike Varrath like a hammer, but the demigod recovers and wraps his hands around the man's neck and heaves him off the floor. "Do you know what it was like in there? Do you know how it was to spend countless years with only my own memories to keep company? Do you know the kind of hell that you had condemned me?!" The dusky priest's neck snaps under Varrath's crazed rage and a death rattle escapes his lips as he is dropped appearing all the more like a strange lifeless doll. The anger leaves the demigod's form and he appears almost sorrowful. "You were the crazed one, Betrayer. Not me. It was you and your comrades who had lost all sense. I offered you the world and you refused me. But I don't need you anymore, old friend. I have a new servant. A better servant, and we will begin a new age together."

Varrath raised his hand upwards towards the Professor, and Smiley felt his body being drawn down from the air and take physical form. The grip of the demigod was strong, and he found he could not break away as he was drawn closer to the darkness beneath Varrath's head. The voice commanded him, "You will serve me. You sealed the pact and your doing so has freed me. If you obey my dictates you will grow in strength, while failure will lead to your death. I know you may see my actions towards my former servant as cruel, but those who act against me must be punished. But know that I can reward as greatly as I can harm, and to you I owe a great debt. But beware of talking too much about being my servant, for there are those who might not understand and our kingdom is not yet firmly on this earth. I will lay my kiss on you and those sensitive to my power will know of whom you belong." Varrath tossed his head back, which allowed the hood of his robe to fall off his features. For the first time Reginald saw the demigod for what he was, a man with the hairy head of a spider. Two rows of four varyingly shaped red eyes blinked rapidly and two large fangs gleamed from his upper lip. Professor Smiley screamed as Varrath opened his jaws wide and pulled the man closer. "Relax my servant. After all, this is only a dream and you don't believe in such things..." The two large upper fangs pierced the Professor's temple and borrowed into his brain...
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Everything seemed to be alright, until the sweat-covered Professor leapt up from his bedding and began to scream while grasping at his head. He scared the camp half to death, but all realized that he must have simply had a nightmare and the proper jokes and ribbing began.

OOC: Everyone receives 500XP. They also get an additional 100 XP for post frequency and RPing. You folks did a great job of keeping up with over 5 pages of action. Chapter 4 is coming up next.
 
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The Professor wipes the sweat from his brow with a kerchief as he checks on all the others. When asked about his nightmare he says, "Well you know I can't remember everything no one ever can. But I do remember a giant spider. It was... it was trying to bite my face off." he says with a shiver and then goes silent.

After making sure everyone is alright he goes to his suitcase and starts to work on another experiment.
 

Borric awakes, but doesn't seem sleepy, his heart still beating faster in his chest. Since everyone's awake and joking about the professor he takes out his mandolin and performs a little ditty to make fun of Krindorf as well,
"Some dwarf men are known to like sheep,
Though not in the style of Bo Peep,
They’re hands-on it seems
Which leads to sweat dreams
‘Cos the exercise helps them to sleep."

[sblock=Actions]Action: Perform +3
Decided to fuel the fire for the brawl without waiting for an answer from DT
Initiative +4
AC18 & HP11
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"Dwarf men? ye yeld probably stand next to me to see whosdi dwarf boy." the towering viking stands, even taller being his honour offended. His red beard is crispy as if it takes the offence too.
 

Duncan concernedly watches the professor until it seems the odd little man is alright. He frowns at Borric’s limerick. “I wouldn’t recite that one in front of some of my lowland countrymen, either. Some of them take a joke about as well as Krindorf.”
 

Borric, being a tall man, stands up and looks down at Krindorf. Not down very far, mind you, but he is 3-4 finger widths taller than the viking and says, "Well, I am taller than you. But not as pudgy." And the amatuer minstrel pokes a finger into the other man's belly for emphasis.

[sblock=OOC]I worked out the measurements from your sheet VV. Krindorf is 6'2" and Borric is 6'4". He has him by 2 inches, but Krindorf has Borric on weight by about 20kg. :p
Initiative +4
AC18 & HP11
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