The Canterbury Tales- Chapter 4: Dead Drunk

[ethandrew]

Francis - HP: 8/8 - AC: 15
F: 2 - R: 5 - W: 1

Having felled the acid splashed demon, Francis finishes his advance on the enemies with a quick tumble to help get into a more advantageous position. And as quickly as he brought out his crossbow, it's gone and replaced with a large sap, intending to thump some skulls instead of cleave them. As long as one remains alive.

Quick Draw to pull out the sap. +3 1d6+3. He'll tumble to get into position if need be - Tumble +7.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

The Professor reached out, lightly tapping the flat of the blade that just cut him, causing the small man to yell in pain and drop the weapon. Francis knocked the electrocuted and surprised man out with a sap to the forehead.

Sir Goodlake tried to catch the last of the now-hostile attackers, but missed, though Alwyn's spear flashed next and ran this third attacker through, killing him. Duncan moved into position, but the only hostile man left was the harmless one flopping on the ground with his arms flapping and making bird of prey noises. Duncan's horse breathed heavily its hooves found purchase on the grassy hill-top, its front hoof accidently kicking a clay dish of mostly eaten bread, freshly made from the stolen grain.

 

[ethandrew]

Seeing all the demon-men either dead or unconscious save for the one looking like a fish out of water, Francis walks over to him with his chest heaving due to exertion and gives the man a rather vicious thump on the head with all his might.

Coup de grace for the flopping bird-man with a sap, so just to knock him out.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

OOC: There is also the guy rocking himself back and forth, but he has done little but mumble incoherently.

 

[Theroc]

Impaling the man with his spear and withdrawing swiftly, Alwyn Bancroft had taken his first human life. In his full armor, the boy flinched as he realized that the man's lifeblood would spill forth and he would die. Steeling himself, he whirled to search for any other hostiles, before mentally praising the Old Gods for their protections.

"It would seem we have triumphed over these... men..." The boy murmured, observing the aftermath of their brief skirmish. "Are we all unhurt?" He asked simply, in a way which implied serious injury.

 

[HolyMan]

Looking the man to whom he shocked the Professor shakes his head. "That little static electricity trick should not have hurt him so," he muses. "Maybe the steel of his weapon amplified the jolt."

Holding his wound with one hand Professor Smiley picks up the weapon that cut him with his other, more intent to study it that bandage it's dirty work.

 

[Dragonwriter]

Duncan calmly walks Gaoth into the camp. "Well that was quick..."

The young man has a rather puzzled look on his face. It's obvious that he feels bad about not being able to help, but also pleased that everyone else handled themselves so well.

He looks at the strange cow and then to the sack of grain. "Here, let's lift that grain up. I'll balance it and we can get back to the caravan. I'm afraid there's nothing we can do to help these madmen... Unless one of you knows how to drive out evil spirits."

 

[Theroc]

"All I know about evil spirits is that I should see them as well... and I see none. This does not make much sense..." The boy replied, curious as to how the influence of the old gods eluded his senses even as they protected him.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Professor
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The knife is old and dull and looks more suitable for kitchen work and not otherwise dangerous.
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As the party follows Duncan to the sack they notice a strange fungus growing on top of the grain.

 

[ethandrew]

Francis, who had not joined the others by the grain sack, instead pulling the two bodies of the unconscious madmen together, while keeping a wary eye on the rocking mumbling man. "These two still yet live, I only knocked them out, and with the third here, well, we can take them back to the caravan for others to sort out their fates."