Did he want to do that with the dwarf right there?
Never mind; I meant for her to close, but since I didn't say so in my haste, she's in the air 15 feet up at b4. My bad.
He needs to save though; she did the spring attack dealyo on him.
Gittik saves righty-o; however, he didn't crit the quick archer. She grunts in false bravado;
"You're good, little man.....but not good enough."
Beldan; Oso; Elgan are up to bat.
"Uh, are you sure we can't talk this over? I'm sure there's no real compelling reason for you all to die for no reason. Who were we supposed to have murdered, by the way?"
"Uh, are you sure we can't talk this over? I'm sure there's no real compelling reason for you all to die for no reason. Who were we supposed to have murdered, by the way?"
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"Oh, I see...." the priestess screams; "now that you see doom, fairly right and just, looming on the skyline you want to talk....." she spits. "Talk to what fiends take the lot of you when we put your bones in Oerth!"
The fall of the Scarlet Shroud has clouded her reasoning. She's off the wagon and on a bender, and won't stop until she's full-on blooddrunk.
You get the feeling, however, that when this woman isn't a ravening battlemad lunatic,.....she's quite a convincing public speaker.
...
The fall of the Scarlet Shroud has clouded her reasoning...
"Oh, I see...." the priestess screams; "now that you see doom, fairly right and just, looming on the skyline you want to talk....." she spits. "Talk to what fiends take the lot of you when we put your bones in Oerth!"
"OK, then. How about the rest of you, then?" He indicates the bloodied archer in the corner. "You don't look so good right now. No need to go down just because your companion has lost the plot. Oh, and you didn't tell us what mideeds whe've committed."
...
The fall of the Scarlet Shroud has clouded her reasoning...
Stiggy:
(not meant to hide info; just to try to keep the main battle somewhat clear)
you hear a flutist. It's Rowan Kellani, she who haunts the Halls of the Lotus Dragons; she's playing Danny Boy for you.....it's so serene. She really is a good flutist, even if she was an utterly psychotic b+!*~ in real life.
She smiles; winks; keeps on playing.
"OK, then. How about the rest of you, then?" He indicates the bloodied archer in the corner. "You don't look so good right now. No need to go down just because your companion has lost the plot. Oh, and you didn't tell us what mideeds whe've committed."
"Oh, I see...." the priestess screams; "now that you see doom, fairly right and just, looming on the skyline you want to talk....." she spits. "Talk to what fiends take the lot of you when we put your bones in Oerth!"
The flying dwarven boxer retorts; "ya know what you've done! Wid it make yer day to hear us speak of your evil perfidiousnessesiss?!? Oh, you make me want to birth a gorgon!!! Daft tart you are!!!"
"Please feel free to enlighten me. I so love listening to dwarves interpreting the Common tongue."
Stiggy:
** spoiler omitted **
Elgan elf looks around at everyone and their various hovering, screaming, etc. emotive vocalizations.
He looks up at the taller opponent he has materialized next to and says calmly,...
"'Ow 'bout yew chere'? Tawk, er daie?"
If (he/she/it) so much as LOOKS at him angrily, he shimmers into a Dire Bear and tears (he/she/it) a new one,... He has just about had it with all of the unnatural strangeness around here, and is quite happy to take it out on someone.
Oso looks about and seeing that Stiggy is down but everyone else is looking good to go, he calls on Kelanen to give him some healing for the dwarf warrior.
"I know he wields an axe, but he is very good with it. Very good!"
Stiggy feels much better now. Done with his near-death experience; he wipes some blood sweat and dogspit off his brow and gets ready to make havoc.
Elgan; it's a free-for-all; people are more fighting and running their yaps than having a conversation. Pick a target, dude!
The priestess of We Jass would've aoo'd Oso, but she was too dang far away.
Beldan; Elgan up to bat.
**COUGH, COUGH**
"Aff me dug! Ah've fowk tae mince."
<Stands up.>
Yah; the cleric that deathtouched you is glowering over ye;
Oso, Altai, and Elgan are beside yeh.
Like I sedd.....she's hose'd
not yet...Bel'n'Oso are up to bat then it's their turn...
maybe in a bit,....
Beldan has been hanging about trying to make casual conversation with the naked drow woman ... not doing too well at the casual part. Been trying to think up a good excuse why she should have to climb up the ladder directly ahead of him ...
Suddenly he realises that everyone is gone (except the caveman and the afore mentioned dark elf) and that he can hear the sound of battle and spells from above.
“Oh dammit ... five minutes, that’s all ... just five minutes without a fight ...”
He climbs double-quick up the ladder , then tumbles out of the way of the avenging priest of Wee Jas to end up hiding under the table at I5.
End of turn - no attack.
"What? Who ordered the strippers?"
She darts her eyes at the surprisingly nimble rogue, then sets them hard on Stig, Oso, Altai and Elgan; "We Jas,...." is all she says.
Elgan!!!
"Surrender or face the Sword, the Axe and the Kukris!"
"None of us fear death. For it is the purview of our goddess;" the priestess retorts.
Elgan's up.
"Surrender or face the Sword, the Axe and the Kukris!"
"None of us fear death. For it is the purview of our goddess;" the priestess retorts.
Elgan's up.
<Shrugs.>
"Hey, et's yer funeral, lassie."
"She looks like the sort who'd be into funerals."
"They're all my funerals."
Somebody wanna go for Elgan? Or do you guys wanna try to call the whole fight off/go for a detente? I sense.....trepidation...
Somebody wanna go for Elgan? Or do you guys wanna try to call the whole fight off/go for a detente? I sense.....trepidation...
"AROOOOOOooooooooo!"
Elgan cannot find through her armor a whit.
The masked wizard at j1 raises a hand up in the air, and the cleric of We Jas is swept up and away to k1.
The wizard speaks; "don't need you following our fearless leader...."
the cornered archer drops her bow, pulls long sword, and slashes at Gittik;
he takes one slash for 10 h.p. in damage.
The dwarf flyer lands at c3, setting up flanks with the archer, and smacks Gittik as well. He takes 6 in damage; save d.c. 18 again, or he's sickened.
The cleric can't go til after you guys; she lost her init waiting around all invisible to touch Stiggy to death and whatnot; so she's after you guys.
FIGHT!!!
Altai points at the beleaguered archer in the corner before making a shoving motion along the far wall.
The bar waves a meaty paw at the far corner of the room. Suddenly, the cleric and her wizard companion are pummeled by brick-sized hailstones.
They both take a pummeling for a bit o' dammich.
Altai points at the beleaguered archer in the corner before making a shoving motion along the far wall.
She don't save; they take 20 h.p. in damage. I gave her 175 lbs. of weight; doubt she ways that much but....
1d20+19
2d6+24
1d20+14
2d6+24
Stig has to move to L2 to reach her, 25 feet away, and so just gets 1 attack; he hurts her pretty badly though.
Bel; Oso; Gittik are up to bat I reckon.
The "duskblade," if you will, says, "cover me; I'm gettin us out of here!"
The cleric says, "NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
“We should let them go,” opinions Beldan peering out from under the table. “They seem to think they’re the good guys – doesn’t seem right to kill them all. Besides, they’re girls.”
"Maybe we should." Altai looks at the arcane spellcaster. "You seem smarter than the others. How about this - you guys take off, and we'll deliver the body of the Red Shroud to the temple of Wee Jas, fully intact in case you would wish to revive her."
"NO!" yells the cleric; "I'm not going without her body!....
we'll cede the day. I'll give up this fight."
She lays her mace on the bar.
"Yield...."
she hops up onto the bar; starts heading over to the body; looks at Stiggy, Elgan, Altai, and Oso who can aoo her at any time;...
anybody want to do anything?
Pretty much all of their side stop, though none of them drop weapons necessarily.
“We should let them go,” opinions Beldan peering out from under the table. “They seem to think they’re the good guys – doesn’t seem right to kill them all. Besides, they’re girls.”
"You mean WOMEN, ye daft tairt!" huffs the dwarven wrassler.
“Oh? Yeah, well you’re certainly not a girl …”
"You mean WOMEN, ye daft tairt!" huffs the dwarven wrassler.
<Stiggy winks at her.>
"You mean WOMEN, ye daft tairt!" huffs the dwarven wrassler.<Stiggy winks at her.>
"O, that lucky too, freshy!"
The cleric kneels over the body; holds her hands over the heart and pulls back; the chest seems to heave upwards as if pulled by phantom strings. She pushes forward; the chest lowers. A push of air can be heard from the dead vigilante's mouth. And the cleric starts intoning a spell, kneeling there over her fallen friend...