I believe everyone has gone yes? Mephos your up?
Mephos shoots another bolt at the cannibals.
Koran will rinse and repeat.
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Koran finds himself encircled by 8 cannibals, all flailing at him with their clubs--three solid blows from different directions rain down on "The Hammer", for a total of 15 bludgeoning damage....
Well SH** Koran is down to 2 (0 if he stops raging). And he is confused next round so no running away. looks like Koran is going down. It was a good run.
Two break off the main mob to rush at Lakra....
....but the mutated teenager is too fast for them, and nimbly dodges their clumsy swings.
"By the van!! What the f~~@ is that thing!? Is that a fox-cowboy!?"
"Boobies!! Boobies!! I wanna see some f!~$in boobies!!"
"Guts, baby, guts!"
Three cannibals rush over to assault Kinyama, triggering his readied shot....
How in the world is an outpost like Pandora's Box not outfitted with better weaponry?
Damn government cutbacks!
And two more break away to rush at Professor Radsworth.
"He looks just like my psych professor at USF!"
"Let's skin him slow!"
To confirm crit
Kinyama is struck twice for a total of 9 bludgeoning dmg.
Two clubs strike Radsworth, knocking him unconscious!
Shit! The boys are in trouble.... Gotta make this pulse of healing energy really count....
Kate's held channel is triggered by seeing Radsworth drop.
The cannibals finish their turn, sorry it took so long, and was so brutal! :-/
Mephos!
Ooh! Ooh!
Mephos shoots another bolt at the cannibals.
[dice=attack]1d20+1[dice=damage]1d8
Your bolt sticks in the arm of a scrawny cannibal with a ball cap, and he howls!
Koran will rinse and repeat.
[dice=attack]1d20+8[dice=damage]3d6+11
[dice=will save if that hits]1d20+3
Koran's backswing knocks a teenager with a goatee senseless.
14 cannibals left.
That would make it me who is confused.
Koran attacks the closest creature.
Kinyama!
Squeak!
Oh my mistake. acrobatics away to avoid AoO assuming that is a success Kinyama ducks around the van and shoots from behind it (use 1 grit point for focused aim).
"Good Lord! There are too many!" Prue cries despairingly as she sees Radworth go down, swinging her rifle around to target his assailants before they can do any worse.
Lakra takes a five foot step back from the redneck cannibals and draws his axe. He looks over the shoulder of the slacker-jawed of the two yokels attacking him and screams "PAM ANDERSON!" at the top of his lungs.
Radsworth feels the healing energy wash over him, but in his current situation, he considers all options.
1: Stand up and get pummeled by the angry hillbillies.
2: Lay on the ground and try to fire a shot, then get pummeled by angry hillbillies.
3: Lay on the ground and pretend to be dead, possibly getting mutilated by psychotic angry hillbillies.
He decides that sometimes... cowardice is prudent.
I... I could die here! Please please please let them leave! Please!
He does his best to not move, laying on the ground.
Gotta hack my way to Radsworth so they don't skin em. Jilted college kid cannibals can be pretty vengeful.
Oh my mistake. acrobatics away to avoid AoO 1d20+6 assuming that is a success Kinyama ducks around the van and shoots from behind it (use 1 grit point for focused aim). [dice=attack]1d20+5[dice=damage]1d8+8
The agile kitsune springs into a backward roll, pistol blazing when he comes to a stop, and another cannibal bites the dust.
13 still standing.
"Good Lord! There are too many!" Prue cries despairingly as she sees Radworth go down, swinging her rifle around to target his assailants before they can do any worse.
[dice=Rifle vs. Touch]1d20+6
[dice=Damage]1d8
Prue's bullet rips through the cannibal's club arm, and he shrieks and falls to his knees, the fight running out of him with his blood and tears.
12 left.
** spoiler omitted **
Seeing Radsworth overwhelmed, Grimm strides up to one of his attackers, who appears to have been burnt, and smashes in the back of his skull with the Morningstar.
11 to go.
Lakra takes a five foot step back from the redneck cannibals and draws his axe. He looks over the shoulder of the slacker-jawed of the two yokels attacking him and screams "PAM ANDERSON!" at the top of his lungs.
1d20+9
Sense Motive
"Really!?" The slacker-jawed creep turns to see if Miss Anderson is really there, exposing his neck.....
"Please, Mother, keep your children safe!"
positive energy healing to all wounded PCs.
Second channel burned.
"W-wait a second.... These are some kinda freaks! Look at these guys' skin and eyes.... And muscles....."
The cannibals suddenly seem to sense that the fight has gone against them, as half of them lie sprawled out dying on the ground.
The rest turn and withdraw from combat, fleeing back to the northwest from whence they came.
"Oh, thank God!"
Kate hurries down out of the tower and runs over to kneel beside Radsworth.
"They jacked you up, Rads, but I think you'll be okay...."
Casts cure light wounds on Rad....
"Koran and Kinyama, looks like you guys took some hard hits, too...."
Cure light on Koran;
Cue light on Kinyama.
Radworth pulls himself up to his feet, looking at the others.
"Thank you Kate. All better now I think. Well then..."
Rad kneels down and opens up his pack. He pulls out his map and draws a big red asterisk and the number 7 next to this area. He then opens a brown journal and jots down some notes. He mutters his thoughts out loud.
"The seventh time I almost died, this time at the hands of savage hillbillies who have not only terrible taste in music, but even worse taste in jewelry."
He jots down a few more notes then claps his book shut loudly and replaces his things.
"Well, if a group that large is defending territory, it means a few things. There MUST be some source of food other than themselves. I cannibal society wouldn't last that long without another source of nutrition. It also likely means they have something that makes staying put favorable to roaming and pillaging. Either that, or they have enough in their .. tribe.. to send hunting parties long distances while defending what they have."
Not liking the situation much, Rad checks on his last special round, then waits for someone else to lead this group. He certainly isn't the one to do it.
Grimm waves back at the frog guy, Thanks for your help!
Grimm wipes his morningstar off in the sand to get some of the grime off of it.
He remarks, Great job Kate! Are you free for dinner later? I can call ahead and have them ice up some champagne? What do ya say?
Grimm reloads his crossbow before looking around to see what the group concensus is.
Prue would probably make the best leader. She seems to have gotten on top of things quite quickly back there. he thinks almost aloud.
The sounds of fleeing cannibals grows fainter as they withdraw further to the northwest, possibly heading toward a beachfront hotel about a hundred yards north of the park entrance, the top floors of which can be seen rising above the trees that frame the park.
Grimm waves back at the frog guy, Thanks for your help!
"Hey, I just pilot the boat, Hulk. They got anything good on 'em? I don't suppose one of 'em left behind a cooler of brews?"
Kermits question does raise some the same thoughts in Rad.
He pokes through the fallen bodies, looking for anything useful, salvage or otherwise.
He also makes a note to look for the necklace made of a child's head. If he finds it, he will take at a moment to bury it as best he can.
I'll check with the concierge. He replies to the frog pilot.
Everybody okay?
Man Koran, what a show! Remind me never to get on your bad side
Grimm begins to check his gear and starts to mix some chemicals in small glass vials in case this happens again .. hopefully next time we can surprise them. he thinks aloud.
Grimm will look around for anything useful including peering inside the window of the van, although somewhat reluctantly.
Kinyama puts his gun away and loots some cannibals.
Great job Kate! Are you free for dinner later? I can call ahead and have them ice up some champagne? What do ya say?
Kate smiles at Grimm.
"Sounds delightful, Dr Grimm. I'm a vegetarian, though, and while I'm sure they have alot of nice restaurants on St. Armand's Circle up the road there, I have a feeling they mostly serve meat around here these days."
Kermits question does raise some the same thoughts in Rad.
He pokes through the fallen bodies, looking for anything useful, salvage or otherwise.
He also makes a note to look for the necklace made of a child's head. If he finds it, he will take at a moment to bury it as best he can.
Radsworth finds and grimly buries the small, decayed head in the shell and gravel to the side of the paved driveway leading into the park entrance.