Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult" (IC) 2

[Deuce Traveler]

Sensing something isn't right, Scrag continues to sniff around and glare into corners as he holds his axe tight.

OOC: Perception Check resulted in a 20 this time:
1d20+1=20

 

[Scott DeWar]

ooc: yup, still healing.

 

[Helfdan]

((Sorry, was crazy busy at work this weekend))

Roderic continues to move forward slowly as he tries to get a better sense of this new evil. "Careful, friends. Some new devilry awaits in this garden." His voice is calm despite the dire words.

 

[Yttermayn]

Scrag hears a slight movement from above, out of sight on top of the bramble walls. (10 feet high)

OOC: Roderic senses the presence of twelve evil things, half of which are more powerfully evil than the other. Grok is up.

Leif 20
M1 20
M2 16
M3 15
John 13
M4 13
Rosalia 12
Tuk 10
Grok 10
Scrag 10
M5 9
Roderic 7
M6 7
M7-12 1

 

[Leif]

Grok, L2 Half-Orc Cleric of Pelor, AC 17, HP 20/20

Grok, seeing no foes, holds his actikon for the time being. "We got bad dudes a-coming, wha???"

[sblock=Yttermayn]Grok has the 20 initiative not Leif. [/sblock]

 

[Yttermayn]

Grok's words are prescient, because half a heartbeat later there is movement above. Three heavy thumps are heard as things fall to the floor from the tops of the walls. The stench of carrion follows. The things on the ground start moving. Grok and/or John is up!
Ooc: Ah yes, I will fix that when I'm on my desktop.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Grok and/or John is up! .

John looks to see what dropped the stink bombs, grabs a crossbow bolt and prepares to cast launch bolt at what ever is throwing them.

ready action: cast launch bolt at what ever is throwing the stink bombs

 

[Leif]

Grok, L2 Half-Orc Cleric of Pelor, AC 17, HP 20/20

Grok savors the aroma for a moment before he remembers that he is not supposed to like the stink. "Mmmm, smell like home to Grok. Oh, wait, Grok me not supposed to like! Hey, who do that? Show self and take whuppin'!" Grok hefts his mace menacingly and prepares to deal some punishment.

 

[Yttermayn]

John looks up from where the large, moving, stinking thing is squirming to see what dropped it. He glimpses a small figure regaining its footing and mutters his will into a crossbow bolt, sending it flying toward the figure.

OOC: Please roll John's attack/dmg/whatever...

Grok 20
M1 20
M2 16
M3 15
John 13
M4 13
Rosalia 12
Tuk 10
Scrag 10
M5 9
Roderic 7
M6 7
M7-12 1

 

[Scott DeWar]

1d20+3=19, 1d8=2

The bolt rises and flies with purpose, seemingly of its own will.