Round 2 Continued
Grym, your swings and thrusts fall frustratingly short as the skeleton moves with uncanny gracrception checks anymore.[/ooc] [/QUOTE
Bugger, thought I could use a torch just like a club. Wouldnt have used it if I knew I had a -4.
Darkness 50/50 miss: <-- hit
Initiative re-post:
Ferox: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Gaius: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Grym: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Odric: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Skeletons!: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Morkeleb: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Sandor: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Not to rain on that parade, my friend, but unless Chris has house ruled it, you need to roll out weapon damage three more times for that crit. You don't quadruple the roll, just the bonuses.
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Odric shatters the skeleton into smithereens. Just as the bones ricochet off the wall a pair of hobgoblins let loose a blood chilling warcry. The hobgoblin in the lead brandishes a longsword and swings it down towards Odric's shoulder
but comes down just a little off target. His companion snarls and let's fly a black-fletched arrow towards Sandor:
and the second attack misses! Finally the third hobgoblin attacks from the shadows. He locks eyes with Sandor for the briefest of moments before aiming at Odric's unsuspecting back:
Damage:
this arrow sinks into Odric's ribcage with a sickening thunk! Updated map here.
Morkeleb!
+6
OK, 43 damage.
Sandor growls at the dirty hobboblin scum. He tried to throw his shield up to block the arrow that hit Odric, but didn't get there in time.
Ya dirty lil disgusting creatures! Tis no way ya kind are gonna get a foothold in this area. Come die on tha end of me axe
You see Sandor's anger at the hobgoblin he takes the shield that tried to block the arrow, and backhand the hobgoblins sword out of the way, and just as the shield blocks the hobgoblin's vision he launches the attack with his axe dropping it low giving a slash from 4-10 on the clock.
Axe:
Dmg if needed
He then flows around taking his 5' step to the back of Odric protecting his back from flank, and leaving the other flank open for our skulking 1/2 Elf
At the hobgoblin's cry of battle, Grym calls to Morkeleb and Ferox.
Go help the others, I'll see to this pile of bones!
ROUND 2
We're split up, with two threats. The skeleton threat is nearly neutralized, and Sandor and Odric might be overcome quickly. They need the most help.
Morkeleb gives brief eye contatc with Grym, nodding as if to say "you got this." he then moves around the corner . On the way, he draws the Magic Missile wand and looses it at the central hobby, assuming it's still standing after Sandor's Smash.
Damage:
Ungh...
Pain explodes in Odric's ribs. He hears the twang of the bowstring, feels the heavy thud, and grunts all in the same instant. For a brief disorienting second, Odric thinks he's been hit in the back with a hammer or a pick. He swings The Eagle over his head and across his back to parry, but feels the narrow wood of an arrow instead. As The Eagle touches the arrow's shaft, the sharp pain intensifies briefly, then turns to a dull ache.
Odric can feel the warmth of his own blood seeping out of the wound and under his armor. He inhales cautiously as he turns in a full circle, testing to see if his ribs are broken. With a small and gingerly cautious sigh, he realizes the arrow is stuck in the meaty part of his side, embedded possibly between two ribs.
In a small corner of his mind, Odric realizes he has just been shot. The thought angers him, he senses a certain indignation, a disbelief that these filthy creatures would actually shoot at him.
He grits his teeth, draws his lips back in a feral snarl and smacks his pick across the embedded shaft, snapping it just outside his armor. The pain nearly buckles his knees, but Odric fights through the red haze of agony that threatens to unman him.
He focuses on his enemy. If they are so impertinent as to shoot at him, he has something in store for them. With knuckles white, eyes alight, Odric glares menacingly.
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Round 2 Update
Sandor's hit with the axe is massive, and the creature bellows in anger and pain, a bellow cut short by a burst of dweomerstuff as Morkeleb's missile strikes him down.
Ferox!
Updated map.
Starting Round 3
Repost
Initiative re-post:
Ferox: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Gaius: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Grym: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Odric: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Skeletons!: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Hobgoblins!: Somewhere between 12 and 9
Morkeleb: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Sandor: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Ferox follows after Mork to aid the rest of the party, ending his move 1 square South of Gauis. Ferox quickly analyzes the scene in front of him and takes aim for the hobgoblin to the North of him.
Longbow:
On hit: Damage
In the interest of saving time, I'll post since I'm pretty sure Ferox missed. Chris can then resolve both actions.
Gaius loads his hand crossbow and fires, shooting the northernmost hobgoblin.
Sneak Attack:
Damage on hit:
Gaius then creeps (5' Step) southwest 1 along the wall and hides.
Stealth:
Grym drops the torch, very dissapointed with it as a club. The ranger lashes out with his sword and empty hand attack, determined to finish off this undead horror.
sword for damage
brawl for damage
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Ferox fails to connect with the hobgolbin a moment before Gaius lands a bolt in the knee of the Forthern hobgoblin. He howls in pain and locks onto Gaius.
Grym similarly misses, the torch now sputtering on the floor making the skeleton's bones seem to come alive with motion. The battle threatens to turn into a stalemate as Odric....
...realizing the hopeless prospect of fighting in the darkness retreats towards the flickering and fading torchlight. He shouts to Sandor with the intention of alerting both the dwarf and the skulking rogue to regroup at the Morkeleb. Odric curses himself for allowing his headstrong enthusiasm get him into this predicament; he should have trusted to Gaius' tactics.
I'll cover you, get past me and back to the others! Odric shouts while standing ready with his back to the precious, dying light.
As Odric stands, ready for anything, he winces silently as the arrowhead seems to work itself further into his side with each breath he takes. warm blood is welling out of the wound slowly and its moist stickiness makes the padding beneath his armor squish softly as he moves his torso. Odric's heart races, he hears each little sound as though it were thunderous.
Scuffling feet in the darkness, crunching bones beneath them make scraping, gritty sounds in the closeness of the cave.
Labored breathing and the soft jingle of harness and weapons are the only sounds. No one on either side of the deadly combat verbalizes anything for many long moments.
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Round 2
The remaining skeleton doesn't register the change in odds. It's only purpose in unlife is killing the ranger in front of him. Two slashes of his claws, and the ranger is saved by his armor:
The Northern hobgoblin limps towards, dropping his bow and drawing a longsword Odric and swings with a vicious overhand chop:
The Eastern hogoblin spits at Sandor before swinging his blade:
Morkeleb is up and so is the new battle map.
Grym laughs sucks in his chest and moves back as the skeleton's first attack slashes lightly across his armor. Then he laughs at the second arm clawing pitifully at the air.
ROUND 3
The monster facing Sandor looks to have the best chance of escaping if things go badly enough, as Ferrox has a better shot on the other, and Gaius can reach that one as well. Therefore . . .
Morkeleb lets loose another eldritch bolt from the Magic Missile wand at the beast facing Sandor.
Magic Missile damage:
Aye lad get back to the light I got ya back.
Sandor jerks his axe out of the the hobgoblin and feels the big man leave his back. The spittal just leaves the hobgoblins mouth as a flash of light slams into the hobgoblin's face barely missing Sandors shield.
With his foe taking a missle to the face Sandor bashes the goblin and presses him up against the wall and swings with his axe trying to remove his legs from his torso.
The eldritch bolt slams into the hobgoblin's face leaving a hole through the back of his mouth, as the life drains from the eyes, Sandor steps over to the other hobgoblin. As he steps forward he holds his shield out of the way opening himself up perfectly for a lunge from the longsword. As the hobgoblin takes the bait sandor spins pinning the the sword arm agains the wall finishing with a big sweeping arc of the axe designed to split the hobgoblin diagonaly from shoulder to waist
Axe:
Dmg if needed:
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The magic missile slams into the beast, but he doesn't go down. Unfortunately Sandor's swing doesn't finish him off.
Round 3 Summary
Two skeletons have been dispatched, along with one of the hobgoblin reinforcements. The remaining skeleton is injured, but standing toe to toe with Grym. To the middle North is a mildly injured Hobgoblin, now locked in melee. To the Northeast is a critically injured hobgoblin. No other reinforcements can be seen or heard. The light is dim, and the humans are suffering because of it.
Round 4
Round 4
Initiative re-post:
Ferox: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Gaius: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Grym: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Odric: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Skeletons!: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Hobgoblins!: Somewhere between 12 and 9
Morkeleb: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Sandor: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
ROUND 4
Ferox and Gaius, finding themselves standing abreast, turn and stare each other down. There is a silent and quickly passing philosophical debate about Rule of Law Verses Individual Freedom. The noise from the two battles brings them both back to the present moment. They both growl at each other and something passes between them. But what that is remains to be seen.
Ferox barks to Gaius,Be sure to pay your vice taxes, Gigolo, as he 5-steps East 1, draws and arrow and looses it at the northern most hobgoblin.
Ferox's Arrow
Gaius drops his handcrossbow and also 5' Steps East 1, drawing his rapier as he goes. It is his whip, however, that cracks out, taking advantage of it's reach.
Certainly. I'd hate to be beaten and wrongfully imprisoned.
Gaius's Trip Attack
Round 4
Grym bares his teeth, desperate to finish off this undead horror so he can join the fight with the rest of the party.
The ranger lashes out with his sword.
damage
brawling attack
damage
Odric's blood again splatters the floor of the cavern. With a shallow gash on his forearm where his parry barely missed, the big man winces in pain. The wound is slight, but the rusty blade's uneven gash sends lances of pain up his arm and through his body.
He swings mightily with The Eagle, trying to smash the hobgoblin to pieces.
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Round 4
The stalemate between the skeleton and Grym continues!
damage:
One claw sneaks in, whittling away at the ranger.
The hogoblins both give a battlecry that sound like it contains more than a bit of laughter. The Northern beastie steps forward to flank Sandor and prevent Odric from fighting back to back. He ignores the big man, confident that he'll continue to miss. The Eastern hobgoblin capitalizes on the flank:
But hitting the dwarf is like striking an anvil...
Morkeleb, time for some of that Wizard s@&%e. Here's the new map.
ROUND 4
Morkeleb's eyes narrow as he fires yet again, at the same hobgoblin again, now on death's door. The wizard is hoping to bring the thing down and get Sandor out of the pickle he's in . . . the wand begins emit an eerie red smoke as the bolts repeatedly shoot from its tip.
Magic Missile damage vs. NE hobby: <--wow. the bot hates us ALL indescriminately.
this better not be a TPK vs a couple of stupid hobgoblins and skeletons.
Round 4 action
Sandor emits a growl of joy now that he is the focus of the two hobgoblins.
One of ye lad's kindly take the gobby's back. Disgusting swine such as these will never fell a full grown dwarf
Sandor takes his Plated Boot and runs it down the western gobby's shin stomping on his foot to keep him focused on me, and also to use it to push off for a massive overhead strike of the axe on the Eastern(already damaged) hobgoblin.
Axe to eastern hobgoblin:
Damage:
End of Round 4 now onto Round 5
ROUND 5
Ferox curses under his breath and shoots again, aiming at the Eastern Hobgoblin.
Ferox's Shot:
And his eyes go wide, not believing his own misfortune. He watches the arrow go wide.
Gaius moves North 2, West 1 to flank the flankerer. He strikes with his rapier.
Sneak Attack with Rapier:
Damage on Hit:
Grym swings his sword trying to batter the skeleton to pieces.
for damage
Then follows up with a brawling attack smashing an elbow down on its bony skull
for damage
Odric takes the hobgoblin's laugh as a challenge to his manhood. He swings at the creature's head with a concentrated, controlled stike. He is determined to end this embarassment. Mentally, he resolves to edit this fight significantly when recounting it back in town.
for damage.
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Desna finally smiles on the heroes. In the blink of an eye their fortune changes.
Grym's swing just barely misses the skeleton, but the elbow cracks the skull with a crunch that echoes down the hall. The western Hobgoblin dies a much quieter death. Sandor turns to see, just in the nick of time, a blade burst forth from between the teeth of the hobgoblin. As the blade returns out the back, the beast crumples. There's now a clear view from Dwarf to Thief.
Finally, with frustrated fury Odric also lays low the final foe.
Gentlemen..... Finally we are out of initiative.
Gaius wipes black goblin blood from his rapier and returns it to it's scabbard.
He whistles a jaunty tune as retrieves his handcrossbow and whip before looting the bodies.
Morkeleb calls upon his magicks to see whether there are magical auras about--either treasure (doubtful) or something more nefairous (probable) throughout the area they've seen so far.
May I suggest also looking through these bones? One never knows what may be hidden.
Perception:
The ranger grimly smiles at the pile of bones at his feet. He tosses a long bone to his dog andthen tosses back a healing potion for himself.
Thorgrym picks up his torch and helps the others search.
Perception
Ah yes! Injuries.
Anyone interested can gather close as I channel energy to heal wounds.
points of damaged healed to all within 30'
Ahh, much thanks Gaius...Then a look of confusion dulls the ranger's face. ...Or to Calistra...He trails off not sure whether he should look up to acknowledge thanks or keep his eyes low and averted, or to bow, or maybe Calistra would appreciate him to salute with his manhood. Grym awkwardly does a mix of all of the above and with embarrassment he turns away from the rogue/cleric and goes back to searching.
Sandor bends down and peer's through the hole in the gobby's head.
Aye now 'ats tha way ta make sure they are dead Gaius! 'Ats a good way to open a search for the pesky 'obby's we must be on the right track
I take one of the mercenary standards, and peer at it closely.
Not that it is uncommon for gobby's to group up and march under a standard, 'ese look like they are wealthy too. It is uncommon for goblins ta wear matching standards. Hmm I think I recognize this one