Who is Nigel? And what does the Eidelon look like?
So I can make counters.
Nope, and definitely nope.
Maybe the chick that was under the horse; she could be a witch or something.
Oh; where's Bleakstone gonna be? I got no position.
Nigel's eidolon is described as "hulking trollish figure with a goblin face full of spiky teeth."
Sounds like post-roid Carrottop.
I can turn the compass if you want, DM.
It's perfect just like it is....
(lol) a genuine Marvel No-Prize to whoever figures out what movie I'm paying homage to....
And I'll be back in maybe 1 1/2 hours; gotta do a errands.
Alinya gingerly puts a hand on Wod's broad green shoulder. "Dark lady protect you, Wod. Go and smite these simple minded bumpkins. They're bad."
She then sets about loading her crossbow, a slight trembling in her fingers the only sign of first-combat nerves.
*snap*
<Slathering idiotically about George, enveloped by pure rage, and safeguarded by divine goodness, Wod charges to H4 and lays into G3.>
"BAD MAN NOT TAKE GEORGE!"
...(lol) a genuine Marvel No-Prize to whoever figures out what movie I'm paying homage to...
Reposted initiatives:
Wod 22+
Alinya 22-
Castiel 21
Myron 15
Riverbottom Boys 15-
Edwin Drood
Nigel 12
Eidolon 12-
Darias 5
Castiel's up.
“Inheritor guide our blades and steel our minds!” calls Castiel, and his allies feel a wave of divine determination flow through them. The cleric then strides forward, sword in hand, coat flapping in the wind and rain as he steps out of the shadow of the mound.
“Come and get some,” he calls to the bandits on the other side of the horse, gesturing with his free hand.
Myron runs up next to Darias while fumbling through his bandolier. With a mad cackle, he then flings a small bottle at the cluster of bandits next to the dead horse.
Bandits!
*snap*
<Slathering idiotically about George, enveloped by pure rage, and safeguarded by divine goodness, Wod charges to H4 and lays into G3.>
"BAD MAN NOT TAKE GEORGE!"
1d20+8
1d12+10
Wod, now protected by a holy nimbus of light, runs up and swings his greataxe down on the bandit who brings his metal quarterstaff up to protect. The axe impacts the staff midways, and slides down the haft, removing the bandit leader's left hand entirely.
The erzatz bandit lord slumps, seated, looking at his unattached hand; he looks at his men and says, "well, don't just stand there, GET THIF!"
Myron runs up next to Darias while fumbling through his bandolier. With a mad cackle, he then flings a small bottle at the cluster of bandits next to the dead horse.
Bandits!
None fall. They were all hit; the one in o2's face bubbles, breaking out in a horrible twitching pox.
G1, the big boy, moves to h3 and attacks Wod with his greataxe. He's silent, businesslike behind his plague doctor mask....but his massive axe doesn't find home.
F2 to F3; longsword on Wod. He hits, doing 4 h.p. to the halforc.
E3 moves to F4, with a longsword, missing the half orc.
N3 doesn't budge, just staring at Castiel, shaking, from fear or from prions, probably both.
N1 moves to K4, swinging on Castiel with a morningstar; misses.
O2 moves to L6, attacking Castiel with a longsword; crits...confirms...12 h.p. in damage. He screams in rage and pain as his face boils away.
B10 moves to J7, and hits Castiel with a longsword. 6 h.p. damage.
(not a coup de grace; that's a "full round" thing).
Ed's up!!!
Edwin looks about, trying to piece together information at a glance to tell him about these men,...
But something has either distracted him, or unnerved him, or both. He turns and draws his shortbow back, and lets fly a shaft at one of the men wounded by the exploding flask, (Since he apparently does not want to risk firing into melee with his new companions.)
After firing, he steps forward to J12 to stand next to the lady cleric.
Edwin gets too excited; the adrenaline spoils his shot. He KNEW he would've hit a target with that one....if he wasn't so nervous....
Well, they're all wearing similar armor; all pretty similar weaponry. They're definitely deserters, from some Ustalavian city's militia or another.
Nigel and his Eidolon are up to bat.
The first longsword attack slashes across Castiel’s ribs, cutting through bone. The cleric’s eyes widen. “Iomedae!” he gasps as he slumps to the ground, and another bandit plunges his sword into the cleric’s back as he falls, bleeding and unmoving in the mud.
J7 falls, the back of his neck shredded by the Eidolon's claw.
DARIAS!!!
In like a lamb, out like a lion; the wishy washy battlecry oddly pays off, as it lulls the mook into a false sense of security. It's the mook's last in a long line of mistakes, as Darias the Unmotivating puts his iron in the villain's guts and puts him down.
Wod's up.
;P
I had to make two small adjustments. Dm called attacks on Wod as if he was in G4, not H4, so I moved Wod over one. DM moved n1 to K4 and attacked with longsword, unless he has reach he should be in K5. Correct me if I am wrong.
"Castiel!" Alinya bolts forward, heedless of the danger, and invokes the power of her goddess to aid her fallen companion.
Myron chugs another draught and promptly starts growing. Within seconds, he's the size of an ogre. Twirling his spear, he rumbles towards the bandits, looking to help Wod.
Alinya is almost crushed underfoot by the suddenly hulking Myron.
I had to make two small adjustments. Dm called attacks on Wod as if he was in G4, not H4, so I moved Wod over one. DM moved n1 to K4 and attacked with longsword, unless he has reach he should be in K5. Correct me if I am wrong.
It's all good;
I'm sorry for being misleading; I guess I was taking dramatic license.One handed Eddie is, for all intents and purposes, in the negatives and unable to pose a combat risk. He's "in shock." So, pick another target if you don't want to waste him outright.
"Castiel!" Alinya bolts forward, heedless of the danger, and invokes the power of her goddess to aid her fallen companion.
Nobody standing that can aoo her; she pops the heal spell off successfully and Castiel looks a little better.
waiting to see if Wod reassigns his attack, then it's.....them.....
waiting to see if Wod reassigns his attack, then it's.....them.....
Wod kills the big bruiser with a mask shattering slash to the face.
Wod kills the big bruiser with a mask shattering slash to the face.
<Turns to the remaining bandits.>
"WHO ELSE WANT TAKE GEORGE?"
The scared guy in n3 sees half his cadre cut down in 6 seconds, and decides to flee. He runs straight from n3 to r3 and off the map.
The two with longswords roll really crappy (f3 and f4) and Wod takes not a single swat this round.
k4 steps to j6 and attacks the surly bleakstone. The paladin takes 7 h.p. from a morningstar that seems to have had its head caked over with some form of filth recently.
Edwin's up to bat!
"Borrie made a good choice. The rest of you should run too. Before it's too late." Alinya yells at the remaining bandits.
"Borrie made a good choice. The rest of you should run too. Before it's too late." Alinya yells at the remaining bandits.
Nigel's lanky frame stands tall, quivering with anger. He yells at the retreating ruffians:
"Go back to your kennels sniveling curs! Disturb not the peace of the road!"
The engaged varlets fight on, seemingly erroneously inspired by Castiel's wounding.
The runner keeps running though.
"TWANG!"
The sound of Edwin's shortbow echoes as the self-declared detective pops an arrow at one of those remaining to fight.
"Here now, I'm supposed to be the one giving the inspirational speeches!" He declares towards Castiel as his arrow flies. "But it's entirely rude of these brigands not to give a fellow a chance, what?"