Male Human Titan Mauler Barbarian/1 Cleric of Gorum/1 | HP 21/21 | Speed 30ft | AC 16 (17) : T 12 (13) : FF 14 (15) (enemies large or larger) : CMB +4 : CMD 16 | F +6 : R +2 : W +4 | P +7 : I +4 : K(n) +5 : K(h) +5 : P(a) +6 : SM +7 : Sur +7 | CE 1/1 : FS 5/5 : StI 5/5 : Rages 7/9 | Spells: 2/2+1 | Active conditions: None
Upon hearing Bert take a hit, Gaz grits his teeth. "We can't do this out here, Nine Hells we're a moment of bad luck from incarceration for attempted robbery..." he whispers to Praesid and Kern next to him. Placing a hand to his chest, Gaz whispers a few words in Orcish.
Casting Guidance Stealth, Guidance:1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 1 = 4WTF, Gaz has come to the table to win. I guess Gorum wants this to be a good'ol face to face honest battle, eh?
The balding man steps beside Constantine, whispering again, "If you draw them to this window maybe we can slip inside behind them and out of the eyes of any city guards or bloody honest citizens."
The man then continues to slip around to the front of the building and presses against the wall by the door, drawing his great sword as he moves while knowing full well how conspicuous this must look but utterly oblivious to his loud panting nervous breathing.
Prizm smiles as he realizes he is invisible. With a waggle of his tiny dexterous fingers he summons small balls of light which weave this way and that into the far corners of the room.
Male Human Titan Mauler Barbarian/1 Cleric of Gorum/1 | HP 21/21 | Speed 30ft | AC 16 (17) : T 12 (13) : FF 14 (15) (enemies large or larger) : CMB +4 : CMD 16 | F +6 : R +2 : W +4 | P +7 : I +4 : K(n) +5 : K(h) +5 : P(a) +6 : SM +7 : Sur +7 | CE 1/1 : FS 5/5 : StI 5/5 : Rages 7/9 | Spells: 2/2+1 | Active conditions: None
Gaz sighs as things seem to be going about as well as everything in his life lately. "Hey, why did you try to kill our bird?! We were just walking by and then the door opens and BAM! I mean, what the bloody hells?"
He waits for a reply, trying to think of what to do. 'I'm not going to hear the damn end of this...'
Gaz steps out then, holding his Great Sword in one hand while the other is stuck out palm up. "You owe me 5 gold for that boneheaded move. The birds damn valuable to me. He dances, and he's good. So come on, pay up so we can get on with our night, swing happy loonies. You know we're in a city right? No need to wack everything you come across in the dark.."
Not sure if that's a wall at the bottom of the map or just a border. I would like to 5ft step diagonal so they'd have to step out of the house to reach me in melee. If it is not a valid square then I'd be up one at the door.
Not a wall, but 1) this would be a bluff check, and 2) this takes time. So, you've started talking. Also, they stand between you and where you need to be.
Praesid's armor glows slightly as it becomes charged with Arcane energy. He takes a defensive posture, holding his greatsword to prepare to block incoming attacks, and moves into the room, visibly annoyed.
Swift Action: 1 pt from Arcane Pool to give armor +1 Enhancement Bonus.
Standard Action: Total Defense.
Move action: Moved 25 ft.
Constantine's second AOO acrobatics vs CMD+2:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
Constantine shows more bravery than sense, as he attempts to move through the square flanked by the mercenaries. They, of course were ready for him! They swing hard at him.
He is cut, hard, a couple of times, almost through the neck! However, he is still standing as he starts to tumble. The woman manages to get an attack, though, as Constantine was distracted by the man's nasty blow!
Prizm frowns and wiggles his hands while speaking the language of the arcane out of earshot.
Finishing his incantation he moves forward under cloak of his vanish spell to direct his creation... a hideous ghost rises out of the ground and groans a dreadful warning as it floats menacingly into the hideout.
Gaping without eyes it shakes the chains it would in life as it passes thru walls and the living alike.
Male Human Titan Mauler Barbarian/1 Cleric of Gorum/1 | HP 21/21 | Speed 30ft | AC 16 (17) : T 12 (13) : FF 14 (15) (enemies large or larger) : CMB +4 : CMD 16 | F +6 : R +2 : W +4 | P +7 : I +4 : K(n) +5 : K(h) +5 : P(a) +6 : SM +7 : Sur +7 | CE 1/1 : FS 5/5 : StI 5/5 : Rages 7/9 | Spells: 2/2+1 | Active conditions: None
Something is off about Prizm on the map.
Gas grits his teeth as everyone funnels into the tight hallway instead of luring the man and woman out. "Just line up to get smacked... not even enough room to swing a proper size sword in here..." he grumbles under his breath while following behind Kern.
Praesid moves up, and slashes the man, who is still standing. The two decide that it is time to return the favor... and while the man is still reeling from the brutal strike Praesid just gave him, and distracted by the ghost next to him, the woman's blade cuts deeply into his thigh.
woman fort save DC16:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Kern steps up with a cruel magic on his hand, and touches the woman. A stench wafts from her, but she is somehow able to throw off the effects of Kern's spell.
The Nexian man is clearly annoyed that this trading of blows has not ended already...
He wordlessly runs a finger along the blade of his greatsword, causing it to glow with magic once more Arcane Strike, and swings at the male again, with all his newfound strength behind the blow.
Male Human Titan Mauler Barbarian/1 Cleric of Gorum/1 | HP 21/21 | Speed 30ft | AC 16 (17) : T 12 (13) : FF 14 (15) (enemies large or larger) : CMB +4 : CMD 16 | F +6 : R +2 : W +4 | P +7 : I +4 : K(n) +5 : K(h) +5 : P(a) +6 : SM +7 : Sur +7 | CE 1/1 : FS 5/5 : StI 5/5 : Rages 7/9 | Spells: 2/2+1 | Active conditions: None
Gaz steps up past Kern, knocking any art off the walls by accient. "Could these halls be any smaller?! I can't even, damn.. it.. civilized living never takes a man's needs into account!" The anthropologist's temper gets the best of him, causing his blood to boil and flare as he swings his great sword akwardly at the partially shielded woman.
Praesid swings his blade hard into the man, who still persists in standing. Gaz tries, but swinging around the corner seems to be causing issues in connecting.
Prizm in delay
The man grunts, looks back at the "ghost" hovering near him, and evidently decides that Praesid is the more dangerous combatant, as he swings into him. The distraction and his wounds are evidently too much for him to be able to land a blow.
Man longsword, flank vs AC 21:1d20 + 7 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 2 - 1 = 10 Woman longsword, flank vs AC 21:1d20 + 7 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 2 - 1 = 11
The woman tries the same thing, but is also surprisingly ineffective!
Prizm, Bert, Constantine and Kern are up! Universal Adjustments: Universal Conditions: Knowledge:
Prizm yells out, "Leave my friends alone, you big poopy-faces!" as he pulls out his wand of magic missile, and fires on the wounded man. The man looks out at the gnome, but can do nothing about him.
magic missile:1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Gaz, and Praesid are up! Universal Adjustments: Universal Conditions: Knowledge:
Male Human Titan Mauler Barbarian/1 Cleric of Gorum/1 | HP 21/21 | Speed 30ft | AC 16 (17) : T 12 (13) : FF 14 (15) (enemies large or larger) : CMB +4 : CMD 16 | F +6 : R +2 : W +4 | P +7 : I +4 : K(n) +5 : K(h) +5 : P(a) +6 : SM +7 : Sur +7 | CE 1/1 : FS 5/5 : StI 5/5 : Rages 7/9 | Spells: 2/2+1 | Active conditions: None
Gas swings around the corner at the woman again with no success. "I just can't get this damn hook right! What kind of a grip are you using?" he asks Praesid. "The Encarthian Western grip?"
Gaz misses once more, partially due to his grip, and partially due to the cover. Praesid, however, had already removed the head of the male mercenary guard!
The remaining guard screams in rage as she swings at Praesid, but is as successful as Gaz.
longsword vs AC21:1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 7 - 1 = 13
Constantine, Bert, Kern, and Gaz are up! Universal Adjustments: Universal Conditions: Knowledge:
Male Human Titan Mauler Barbarian/1 Cleric of Gorum/1 | HP 21/21 | Speed 30ft | AC 16 (17) : T 12 (13) : FF 14 (15) (enemies large or larger) : CMB +4 : CMD 16 | F +6 : R +2 : W +4 | P +7 : I +4 : K(n) +5 : K(h) +5 : P(a) +6 : SM +7 : Sur +7 | CE 1/1 : FS 5/5 : StI 5/5 : Rages 7/9 | Spells: 2/2+1 | Active conditions: None
"The Lotioned Death Grip, eh? Well let's try THAT then! aHa!" Attack, Raging:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24 Damage, Raging:2d6 + 7 ⇒ (6, 4) + 7 = 17
Gas tries the technique around the corner, again attacking the lady.
After the two swordmen strike her, hard, she drops her sword and her shield, and drops to one knee. "Mercy. I surrender. " she says, obviously in pain.
Male Human Titan Mauler Barbarian/1 Cleric of Gorum/1 | HP 21/21 | Speed 30ft | AC 16 (17) : T 12 (13) : FF 14 (15) (enemies large or larger) : CMB +4 : CMD 16 | F +6 : R +2 : W +4 | P +7 : I +4 : K(n) +5 : K(h) +5 : P(a) +6 : SM +7 : Sur +7 | CE 1/1 : FS 5/5 : StI 5/5 : Rages 7/9 | Spells: 2/2+1 | Active conditions: None
"Huh, s#&& it worked? Good man Praesid!" Gaz's mood lightens as he tried to catch his breath.
"Why in the bloody hells did you just out right attack us, woman? What are you doing here that's so damn important?" He asks between his labored breaths.
"Attack you? You broke into the Townhouse and attacked us!" cries out the woman in disbelief. "We were just defending the place, and you came in and murdered Ralphie there!"
