If Iommi's attempt to bluff the wolves has no effect or doesn't happen before the wolve's attack Hisao hits out at the closest wolf.
[dice=Invisible attack on closest wolf]1d20+10;1d6+2+1d6+4d6
[dice=Ki Invisible attack on closest wolf]1d20+10;1d6+2+1d6+4d6
Hisao's first thrust misses, but his second opens a werewolf's throat, and it falls with a strangled yelp!
Alphonse smiles grimly as the werewolves' maws and claws fail to find purchase on him.
"Armored I may be by a 'breastplate of faith and love', but this Sky Steel has served me just as well."
[dice=Foereaper]1d20+12
[dice=Foereaper Iterative]1d20+5
[dice=Damage]2d4+13
Alphonse misses with his first swing, but his holy vorpal scythe rips a bloody gash in the chest of one of the werewolves on his backswing!
YYOOOOWWWLLL!!!
The beast still stands, but pants in pain and bleeds profusely from its fresh wound!
Iommi-Tyr Magnusson retrieves and drinks his potion of Gaseous Form, provoking three attacks of opportunity....
AoO bite misses....
AoO bite, flanking misses....
AoO bite, flanking sinks into Tyr's arm for piercing, and since he's already got the were-cooties, no need to make a saving throw....
Grimacing at how hard these beasts are to hit Hisao continues to slash at them.
[dice=Invisible attack on closest wolf]1d20+10;1d6+2+1d6+4d6
[dice=Invisible attack on closest wolf]1d20+10;1d6+2+1d6+4d6
With uncanny grace and lethal precision, the invisible ninja opens major arteries in the inner thighs of his two remaining attackers, and both werewolves collapse, howling in pain as they bleed out their life's blood!
On his bamboo perch in the Heavens, The Monkey King beams proudly at the skill and panache of his favorite mortal ninja! He claps and chuckles....
Well done, Mister Hisao! That's proper ninja-craft, there! HAHAHAHA!!!
Alphonse flicks out his scythe, and the blade vibrates as it hits the first werewolf, striking its head clean from its body!
[dice=Foereaper]1d20+12
[dice=Damage]2d4+13[dice=Iterative]1d20+5
[dice=Damage]2d4+13[dice=OH BABY CONFIRM]1d20+12
Alphonse flicks out his scythe, and the blade vibrates as it hits the first werewolf, striking its head clean from its body!
Cleanly beheading one werewolf with Foereaper and dealing a finishing blow to the one he wounded previously is enough to convince the third werewolf harassing Alphonse.... It turns and withdraws, whimpering in fear and submission!
Bite misses....
Claw misses....
Claw misses....
Flanking bite
Flanking claw
Flanking claw
Flanking bite
Flanking claw
Flanking claw
Again, the three werewolves attacking Alphonse are frustrated and fail to find any soft spot in his mighty panoply!
The three around Paddy:
Bite
Claw deals slashing and curse (Fort DC 15)
Claw deals slashing and curse (Fort DC 15)
Flanking bite
Flanking claw deals slashing and curse (Fort DC 15)
Flanking claw
Flanking bite deals piercing and curse (Fort DC 15), plus trip fails to drag Paddy prone....
Flanking claw
Flanking claw deals slashing and curse (Fort DC 15)
Bite
Claw
Claw
Flanking bite
Flanking claw
Flanking claw
Flanking bite
Flanking claw
Flanking claw
The Beetle Man dodges or parries all incoming bites and claws with supernatural speed and skill!
Against Iommi-Tyr:
The three werewolves surrounding Tyr are perplexed and startled when the sage gulps down a potion and transmutes into a cloud of multicolored gas! They sniff the gas.... It still smells like their prey, but how does one rend and eat gas!? The three werewolves hold their actions, unsure of what to do!
I need a bit of description of the area in which we stand, including some specifics.
Are there trees very nearby, for example, and how high up are the canopies? Are we on a hillock or in a ravine? How wide is the road (path) if we are on one? If there are trees, are they easily climbable?
My first thought is to Dismiss the Gaseousnees once I'm thirty feet up a tree looking down at the Werewolves and then Bomb them from range. But I need a hint of description.
You are in a relatively clear, flat area, on a dirt road running southeast-northwest. The nearest trees are about 60 ft to either side, where the forest has been cut back away from the road, leaving about 130 ft of grassy battleground with few other features.
Boy, those were some sneaky werewolves.
We are no common werewolves, school-boy! We are Loup-garou!
Round One: Rough Roundy Piper
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Silver, the Wolf-beings did not like silver. It made their flesh as soft as other beings. But one hurt it. One deemed stronger than the rest. Clearly if Nacht rended that wolf-being, the rest would cower.. and the hunt would begin.
Nacht only had 3 such weapons, though that did not matter. The one known as Keenstar had served Nacht well. The legs, yes Nacht would cut from the legs up, being squelled when this happened. As the excitement rose, Nacht revealed its face blade sinking into the flesh of the wolf-beings. The eyes of one predator to another oozed from his form.
Round Two: The Round Train Runs on Wolf Pain Baby! WOOOO!
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The thrill of reaping was strong, very strong, each stab met with resistence, each thrust with the squish of flesh, and the fear... Nacht could smell the fear.
Round One: Rough Roundy Piper
=================================Silver, the Wolf-beings did not like silver. It made their flesh as soft as other beings. But one hurt it. One deemed stronger than the rest. Clearly if Nacht rended that wolf-being, the rest would cower.. and the hunt would begin.
[dice=Fort Save]1d20+8
Nacht only had 3 such weapons, though that did not matter. The one known as Keenstar had served Nacht well. The legs, yes Nacht would cut from the legs up, being squelled when this happened. As the excitement rose, Nacht revealed its face blade sinking into the flesh of the wolf-beings. The eyes of one predator to another oozed from his form.
[dice=Multi Ant Keenstar Slash]1d20+11;1d8+9
[dice=Multi Ant Lead Silver Shortsword]1d20+10;1d6+7
[dice=Multi Ant Lead Silver Shortsword]1d20+10;1d6+7
[dice=Multi Ant Lead Silver Dagger]1d20+10;1d4+7[dice=Confirm Multi Ant Keenstar Slash]1d20+11;1d8+9
The superior beast dissects the werewolf that stuck it, then begins the death process for a second by plunging two silver blades hilt deep into its shaggy hide! The blood sprays....
Rd 2:
Iommi-Tyr Magnusson floats away on the breeze to a relatively more safe point and prepares to Dismiss his Gaseousness (perhaps in round three).
Round Two: The Round Train Runs on Wolf Pain Baby! WOOOO!
=================================The thrill of reaping was strong, very strong, each stab met with resistence, each thrust with the squish of flesh, and the fear... Nacht could smell the fear.
[dice=Multi Ant Keenstar Slash]1d20+11;1d8+9
[dice=Multi Ant Lead Silver Shortsword]1d20+10;1d6+7
[dice=Multi Ant Lead Silver Shortsword]1d20+10;1d6+7
[dice=Multi Ant Lead Silver Dagger]1d20+10;1d4+7[dice=Confirm Multi Ant Lead Silver Shortsword]1d20+10;1d6+7
Nacht finishes off the second, wounded werewolf with a slash to it's jugular vein, bringing the red rain....
Whirling like a death-dervish, flashes of silver.... And the third drops with a wimper!
Rd 2:
Iommi-Tyr Magnusson floats away on the breeze to a relatively more safe point and prepares to Dismiss his Gaseousness (perhaps in round three).
A breeze catches the gaseous Norseman, and carries him to the canopy of a nearby tree, some 60 ft from the battle....
The remaining six werewolves soon realize their pack mates have been slaughtered with ease by these heroes.... They howl their grief and regret as they withdraw, shifting back into big gray timber wolves and darting off to hide in the dark forest. The Lusty Fools are again the victors!
AAAWWOOOOOOHHH!!! We are no match for these bravos!
YYAAAOOOOOWWWWLLL!!!! My brother! Cut down in the prime of youth!
WWAAAAHOOOOOOOHH!!! Mercy, bold slayers! We mistook you for prey!
YYAAAAAOOOWWWOOOOOHHH!!! My mother! Slain by an invisible demon!
The remaining six werewolves withdraw, swiftly shifting back into wolf form, and scurrying off into the shadows....
We get to city. Friend in big holy city will cure you, yes?
[dice=fort]1d20+12
[dice=fort]1d20+12
[dice=fort]1d20+12
[dice=fort]1d20+12
[dice=fort]1d20+12
Alphonse sees Paddy begin to suffer and takes the effect of the curse onto himself, which is immediately purged from his system by the Divine Grace of God.
"Hunt down the rest or they'll just spawn more!" he cries snd tends to Paddy's wounds.
Nacht and Hisao hunt the remaining six down, ending the epidemic....
In latter generations, artists would make woodcuts and drawings depicting the slaughter of the werewolves of France by The Lusty Fools....
Alphonse tends to the bloody wounds of Paddy, and later, after he assumes solid form again, Iommi-Tyr....
The loupe garou of the French countryside have left their taint among the heroes, there is little doubt....
An owl hoots nearby as if to say "well done, heroes!"
A cool night breeze rustles the grass....
That night, Iommi-Tyr has unsettling dreams of hunting and eating his prey raw.... The pain of the wounds enters the dreams as visions of overly hairy goblins chewing at raw meat....
The scream of a wolf-being plummeting from several hundred feet before bones and meat rupture, blood spurting from the corpse as it impacts the ground. Nacht comes soon after floating, the sound of beetle wings. " Wolf-beings are always enjoyable to hunt. "
The morning of June 22nd, The Lusty Fools see the smoke plumes of chimneys and house fires indicating the location of Reims....
It was here in Reims that Saint Remy prayed for and received the holy chrism used to anoint the kings of France ever since, according to legend.... The holy chrism is kept here in the Cathedral of Saint Remi....
Iommi-Tyr Magnusson lies prone on the ground some sixty feet from the werewolf carnage, bleeding and broken -- and easily found after the fleeing werewolves have been run down. Easy, that is, from the sound of moaning and agony, coming from the base of a tree.
Um, guys, can anyone heal me, please?
Nacht seems confused as a familiar being moans in pain... simply watching intently. " Can you not... do so yourself? Like this...? " The scrapping of metal echoing from Nachts lips and the sound of acidic blood sealing along his wounds.
Iommi-Tyr Magnusson lies prone on the ground some sixty feet from the werewolf carnage, bleeding and broken -- and easily found after the fleeing werewolves have been run down. Easy, that is, from the sound of moaning and agony, coming from the base of a tree.
Um, guys, can anyone heal me, please?
Ah, thank you, Sir Alphonse. I feel much better.
But I was bitten by those Werewolves quite badly; I fear I may be infected with their curse. I hope we can soon find out whether I need greater healing.
Iommi-Tyr Magnusson also drinks a potion of Cure Light Wounds.
(And after sleeping a full evening, filled with pleasant dreams about Viking maidens, I am at full health.)
Iommi-Tyr Magnusson lies prone on the ground some sixty feet from the werewolf carnage, bleeding and broken -- and easily found after the fleeing werewolves have been run down. Easy, that is, from the sound of moaning and agony, coming from the base of a tree.
Um, guys, can anyone heal me, please?
[dice=Paddy 2]4d6+1
[dice=Iommi 1 and 2]8d6+2
[dice=Religion]1d20+10
Alphonse knows the story of Saint Remigius, a patron saint in France, who annointed Clovis King of the Franks several centuries ago, using a miraculous oil known as the chrism, which appeared in an empty jar after St Remigius prayed to God for some more. This holy artifact, the chrism, has been used ever since to annoint the kings of France, and miraculously, it never runs out or goes rancid....
[dice=Knowledge History]1d20 +23 +1d6
[dice=Knowledge Religion (if called for)]1d20 +23 +1d6
Iommi-Tyr knows that the city of Reims began in Roman times as a Gaullish hill fort, established by a tribe of Gauls known as the Remi. It doesn't surprise Tyr much that most people believe the city to be named for the much later Christian missionary Saint Remy or Remigius, who annointed Clovis the Frankish king with a miraculous oil known as the chrism, received by St Remy after praying to the Christian God for some after running out. The rumor that the chrism used to annoint French monarchs ever since is the same holy oil could easily be the result of a hoax perpetrated on French Christendom by the Church.... Then again, Tyr has witnessed plenty of "miracles" in his lifetime attributed to the Christ-God and by pagan deities, such that it wouldn't be too surprising if the chrism were a genuine relic of the Christian Faith....
The Lusty Fools reach Reims by late morning of the 22nd of June, and are admitted by the guards of the northern gate after paying a toll of a copper piece each.
The streets within the city wall are cobbled, with gutters that stink of human and animal filth. The buildings, in the French provincial style, are stacked two and three stories high, and form narrow streets and alleys that run in all directions, forming an urban labyrinth for the newcomer to explore....
Vendors hawk their wares from street carts or colorful tents in makeshift markets in the larger squares and plazas, and townsfolk jostle with travelers for space to come and go through the streets and squares, while perfumed-and-painted harlots and shady-looking characters of all description linger and beckon from shady alleys....
After wandering more or less aimlessly for an hour, a clangor of church bells from a belfry that towers above the other buildings to the north announces the hour of noon, and reminds the Lusty Fools of the fateful night three weeks ago when their fellowship was formed in answer to the call of a fallen bell in Notre Dame of Paris....
Moving through the cobbled streets to the cathedral known as Notre Dame de Reims (Our Lady of Reims), The Lusty Fools enter in time to hear a nasal-toned priest whine out the noon mass to a crowd of odorous townsfolk.... An acolyte struggles vainly to cover the stink of the unwashed mob with a censor that wafts the smoke of burning frankincense.... The choir's transcendent music is almost beautiful enough to make the heroes momentarily forget the stench of a French crowd....almost....