Rd 1 Order
Mobo (resolved)
Jezbazeel
Ghost Dog
Ragnvald
Attalas
Nymeria
Mobo hacks at the skeletal dog with his curved dogslicer but the nature of the weapon makes it impossible to cause any real damage with such a weak hit.
I posted my attack a few posts up.
Move to V9
Attack--> 23
Damage --> 9
The Ogre was also about to wade into the fray, but has obviously stopped to think of a reply to Mobo's rhyme...
In answer to your init question:
First goes gobby with dogsticker prong;
Then the blue haired chick with a falchion that is long;
Next is the dog, a skeleton to be seen;
Followed by an ogre and Ulfen strong but green;
Finally comes the elf who started it all;
Hopefully her magic will make the dog fall.
Assuming the Dog is still alive, after it has had its shot...
Attack
Damage
Now that Attals is soooo big, he is occupied with pulling the table away in rd 1...
So, the map looks like this
The skeletal hound howls eerily as it attacks MObo
Rd 1 Order
Mobo (resolved)
Jezbazeel (resolved)
Ghost Dog (resolved)
Ragnvald
Attalas
Nymeria
Stepping forward Ragnvald raises his sword and closes his eyes for a moment and then with a chine spilling war cry he brings the blade hard upon the creature.
Move to T9
Already heavily wounded by Jez' attack, the powerful strike of Ragnvald ends the undead life of the judge's loyal-beyond-the-grave companion...
The elf came out and cast a spell;
The dead puppy didn't take it well;
Mobo tried to poke it dead;
But missed when the knife passed through it's empty head;
While the ogre rearranged the table;
The blue haired chick struck the fable;
The dog went ouch but attacked with lust;
Until the Ulfen turned it to dust;
Now the fight is done, and none to fast;
Please next time wait until some thought has past.
Bending over the dust of the dog Ragnvald mutters a small prayer. "Go now and guard your master in the lands of the dead brave guardian."
Ebin: Hey Jez, your rhymes are good, want a job in my show?
Oh no, that will not be;
What is this I hear below me;
A small little gnome doth jest;
And I though it was but a pest;
Be quiet you foolish thing;
Before you get hung up by a chain like string.
Letting the two trade rhymes Ragnvald searches the desk of the long dead judge looking for any incriminating evidence.
Inside a drawer of the desk you find three dusty vials. One with light-blue content, one with green and one with orange.
There is also a folded note in the drawer.
Nymeria wanders over to Ragnvald and looks at the vials.
Do you mind if I take a look at those? She asks, holding out her hand.
"Deady bones. Again."
"Hmmm whassat other door"
The ogre pushes past the others and opens the south door.
"We gotta find clues on who dunnit"
All three vials radiate weak magic auras.
Much of the furniture in this old courtroom has been splintered into kindling. It looks like someone has ruthlessly smashed almost everything in the room. Beyond the carnage, the bench has been overturned and the juror's box is in shambles. The windows here are crisscrossed with heavy boards. Where the nails breach the plaster around the windows, just stains seep like bloody wounds in the courthouse walls.
More than 200 hundred birds sit scattered all over the room. Crows and ravens, but their plumage is tattered and their eyes glow in a crimson red fire.
These are several flocks of carrionstorms.
Tentatively Ragnvald picks up the folded note adn unfolds it on the desk keeping one eye on the dead judge.
I go to the door and stand in it watching both the nutty Ulfen and the inquisitive ogre. After seeing Malgrin hung when a door slammed shut, I will make sure that this one stays open. If I can find something, I will wedge it under the door to make sure that it stays open.
@ Rganvald:
The note, which is bloodstained on the inside, reads
Most honorably High Magistrate, Archamais Mazer,
it is with great remorse that I script this. The chaos of our times has eaten many innocent and poor souls, but this one was not lost to catastrophe, but to an evil deed of injustice. Lies have killed a man this morning and I for my part did nothing to stop it. My esteemed colleague Silman Trabe knowingly sent an innocent man to the gallows as I stood by silently. I only hope that Jarbin Mord's soul will find some rest if the truth comes out.
Sir Rekkard: So? What did he write - I guess all lies, huh?
@ Rganvald:
The note, which is bloodstained on the inside, reads
Most honorably High Magistrate, Archamais Mazer,
it is with great remorse that I script this. The chaos of our times has eaten many innocent and poor souls, but this one was not lost to catastrophe, but to an evil deed of injustice. Lies have killed a man this morning and I for my part did nothing to stop it. My esteemed colleague Silman Trabe knowingly sent an innocent man to the gallows as I stood by silently. I only hope that Jarbin Mord's soul will find some rest if the truth comes out.Sir Rekkard: So? What did he write - I guess all lies, huh?
"Better." Ragnvald says. "A confession of committing a crime. See for yourself." Leaving the elf to her potions he steps to the room that's been opened and pales considerably as he sights the birds. Quietly he mutters. "Shut. The. Door. Or we're all going to die."
Stepping back Ragnvald warily starts checking the shadows suddenly extremely wary.
The paladin grabs the note from your hand and you can literally see how disbelief spreads over his countenance
Ah well, he was a liar, why should we believe him? Judge Trabe was an honest man and he...
Halgrak: Enough Rekkart, you have to deal with it...you are responsible for the fact that an innocent man was hanged.
Killian: Oh yes...
Hearing Ragnvald's comment I remove the stopper and indicate that Attalas and Mobo should return, watching the less than friendly birds should they decide to attack.
The Ogre grunts agreement, and leave the room the way he came, instead wandering over to another door..
Attalas opens the door, but only finds a small storeroom, which is now filled with cobwebs and dust.
Sir Rekkart: The stairs? Maybe the stairs?
Halgrak: Hey, where is Ebin?
Ebin is gone, the small gnome must have ran away when everyone was fighting the skeletal dog.
"Oh hey look, there's a prison, wonder if Mordy left us a note there in his final hours?"
Attalas wanders down the wide passage axe in hand, clearly more in favour of the open space than squashing through doors made for midgets.
Twelve at first became eleven down one;
The gnome ran away assuredly to have fun;
Now there were ten;
Two less than there'd been;
Who will go next, nobody knows;
The knight and the orc may come to blows;
Perhaps the old man he may run away;
Or the princess may die in a horrible way;
Then there will be six, far less than at court;
With the original jurors dead by the wrath of Mord;
So beware the ten left, and allow none to go;
Or you too shall die, that we all know.
Halgrak: Hey Mobo, wait!
Sir Rekkart: What?
Halgrak: There's Ebin...in the cell corridor...
Indeed, Ebin sits in one of the cells, his back turned to you, you hear a muffled and gurgling echo of laughter from over there.
"See there he is, but whats that laughter, he laughing at me? Maybe stretchy time."
Attalas advances...
Ragnvald pulls the ogre gently back. "Easy. Listen."
Perception
The Ogre stops after being cautioned by his companion.
His brow furrows as he looks and listens, though the clanging of the clock earlier has still got him a little addled.
Perception
"Hmmm I will be carefully then"
He narrows his gaze and advances, his gigantic and wicked blade at the ready.
Ware the gnome - something was never right with him. More stretchy stretchy would have been good.
Ragnvald, what exactly did that note say in the judges chamber? Was there something on it that might have set the gnome off?
Slowly you advance to Ebin and suddenly the laughter stops and there is a wet *slop*. The gnome then turns around slowly and with disgust you see that he holds a knife in his right hand and his bloody tongue in his left. He grins maniacally and crimson foam runs down from his lips. He gets up and staggers towards you, holding his tongue like a makeshift whip.
Attalas simply eyes him off.
"All the laughs and fun you poke,
but you couldn't handle Mordy's joke,
so you hung him by a rope,
and that was it, so you did hope,
that you would silence his funny attacks,
instead you'll be dying by an axe"
"I gots this one fellas"
Attalas lets the runt draw into range
Attack
Damage
The hit is so powerful that the small gnome is whirled down the corridor and lands lifelessly in one of the cells. You think he would have bled to death in mere moments anyway.
Sir Rekkart: That wasn't necessary!
Killian: Never liked him.
Patrissa: Oh Attalas, you're so strong!
That wasn't necessary!
"I had more reason to kill him than you had to kill Mord eh?"
"Silly gnome pulled out a dagger
walked towards me with a swagger
wanted stabbity with his knife
instead my axe smacked out his life"
Jez watches as the insane gnome charged toward Attalas. But before she is able to intercede, the ogre sent the gnome flying through the air, and Jez had sudden visions of signing Attalas up for her cricket team.
Two ran through the prison door;
And now those two are no more;
Who will be next to turn their backs;
To die in pain by Morty's axe;
Time draw neigh;
Its time to die;
Together we must stay;
Or we shall be dead and gray.
Nymeria unstops each of the vials and sniffs cautiously at them.
Knowledge, Arcana:
She follows the rest into the room to gawk at the gnome's strange behavior in horror. What is he...Oh! Gods be good! What is going on!? she says, watching the gruesome spectacle and its abrupt end.
Is it this room? Let us find the root of this madness and pull it out! If we are all here together we should be able to combat whatever it is, shouldn't we?