ProfPotts' Blood of the Redwyrm PbP

Game Master Alexander Scott

There's a brief, subdued, glow of clashing colours a little way off in the mists, visible by all...

Meanwhile...

Lady Beatrix moves wide and cautiously around the battle, reaching the one twin's side (the other twin still no-where to be seen). Clambering to her feet with your aid, the twin stares (with green eyes, so it must be Florencia) at the enraged barbarian...

'You charmed him!' she declares quietly, sounding impressed, 'Magically, I mean!' Slowly, her look of shock turns to a sly smile as she glances towards Beatrix, then back towards the combat,

'Well,' Florencia says, as she incants a few arcane syllables, pulls a rose petal from the pouch at her belt, and gestures towards the two crossbowmen, 'we can't let you have all the fun, now, can we?'

... With that, the crossbowmen both let out involuntary yawns... then slump to the stone floor, asleep...

Spittle foaming at his mouth, Beatrix's champion briefly glances round for a new target and, seeing the halbardeer the only enemy still standing, charges the man, swinging his greataxe over his head with both hands. Sparing a look behind him as Beatrix's champion bellows a battle cry, the halbardeer barely manages to step to one side to avoid the champion's devestating overhead blow - which instead misses, impacting the floor and sending stone chips flying. Moments later, the halbardeer ducks a horizontal swing from the champion's giant friend. Stepping back from the two barbarians, the mercenary looks for his own companions... but seeing none still standing, grits his teeth and thrusts his weapon towards Beatrix's man, catching him a nasty wound in the shoulder - the barbarian barely flinches, even though the wound looks enough to slay an average man, his rage apparantly keeping him going despite the wounds he's received...

Next round please!

"Impeccable timing, Sir Ayden," Sir Jaymin calls out through gritted teeth. "These two seem to have mistaken me for one of the farm animals they're accustomed to pleasuring themselves on."

"Well, it's a little difficult with all the muck-holes you keep leading us through," Jaymin replies as he swings at the wrestler.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

He also takes a five-foot step to start forming a flank with Ayden.

Catching the sounds of battle joined, Sir Garrett spurs Argos towards the fighting...

... And finds Sir Jaymin (on foot) and Aydan locked in melee with two bandits - each bandit wielding a handaxe, and looking to be getting the worse of it...

Though it's still hard to see each other clearly in the mists, Garrett, Jaymin, and Aydan are close enough now that they at least know each other are there, and what's going on... and can all post their next round actions too, of course!

Just double-checking that you saw Jaymin's last attack, since I posted it while you were writing a post of your own.

With the arrival of Sir Garrett, Jaymin says to the bandits, "Really, I think it would be in your best interest to surrender."

He makes another 5-foot step towards a flanking position, then readies an attack for if the bandits don't, to go off before any attack the bandits might make themselves.
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

"Ah! Sir Garrett, how kind of your to join us. I was just politely advising our knight of Thrushberry that he really needs to be far less prejudicial to these fine country folks, setting a bad example of your noble lads, and all"

He grins, gripping his sword and waiting for his opponent to try to make another move.

Readied action Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

dmg 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Just double-checking that you saw Jaymin's last attack, since I posted it while you were writing a post of your own.

Re-check my spoilered post a couple up - I edited it when I saw you'd put up a post for Jaymin too.

The two wounded bandits exchange a brief glance,

'She'd do worse to us than anything you can imagine,' the one who'd pinned Jaymin snarls... and they both move to attack... only to be swiftly cut down by Sir Jaymin and Aydan. Two more dead bandits!

"The caster is over here!," the gnome yells to alert the knights.

Hearing Zurladew call out, Garrett and Argos head out in that particular direction.

"Sounds like Zurladew has found the cause of all this damned fog..."

If the way is clear, Beatrix will urge the twins out of the temple after Rebecca.

Ears pricking up at the sound of the jester's voice, Argos quickly trotts over...

... To find Zurladew, clutching a slender stick and a (human-sized) punching dagger with a silvery blade in his hand, with a small (for a human), thin, man swaying in front of him, seemingly almost recovered from being stunned. The man's dirty skin is covered in myriad scars and his head shaved bald. His left eye is completely missing, while his right is dark. The scars covering his body appear rough and ragged, but cut into some specific pattern... although it's impossible to discern the details through the mists. The shirt and britchs the man wears are ripped and ragged, and a heavy iron slave collar, with a large metal ring imbedded in the front, is locked around his neck - and has been for some time, judging by the layers of blistering across his neck. Still, the man doesn't appear to be restrained in any real way. A bulky satchel is slung over the man's shoulder, and a pouch at his belt looks just the sort of place men of magic keep the components for their spells.

Shaking his head, as if to clear it, the bald man sneers,

'My Mistress will skin you all alive!' he declares with relish... but he also turns a little paler as he peers up at Argos with his one good eye, and doesn't seem to be making any agressive moves...

Meanwhile...

Lady Beatrix tries to urge Florencia out of the ruined temple (having no idea where Giliana has gotten to), but the green-eyed twin shakes her head,

'Can't we watch?' she asks with a pout as she nods towards the men doing battle, 'What's the point of making men dance like puppets if you don't even get to watch?'

Talking, as always, being a free action, Lady Beatrix can also do something this round if she wants... or can simply watch the men hack at each other as Florencia suggests, if she prefers! ;)

"Knock him down quick, man!," Zurladew says peevishly to the timely arrival of Sir Garrett. "I'd rather not see what other tricks he has." He grabs onto the man's arm to hold him steady for Garrett's attack...

Being completely combat-incapable, Zurladew will attempt an Aid Another to help Garrett hit.
Attack: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 = 15

Garrett charges his blade with a bit of magic, slashing at the stunned, one-eyed man while Argos tries to crush the man with his hoof...

Garrett Attack:1d20 + 7 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 1 + 2 = 14 (higher ground, Zurladew's aid)
Damage:1d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 1 = 11 (arcane strike)

Argos (hoof):1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Damage:1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Sir Jaymin adds his sword thrust to the group.
Attack:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Since the bald, one-eyed, man isn't resisting in the slightest, it's a simple matter to cut him down where he stands...

** spoiler omitted **

With the ragged bald man dead, the fight seems to be over. Garrett recalls another bandit who disappeared into the mists, but after waiting a while there's no further evidence of any new attacks, so it's likely he's either hiding or fled.

Unless anyone wants to do anything in the meantime, the mists will dispurse in a couple more minutes.

"Let's use these mists while they last. Stick together, and feel our way along the wall." He pauses. "And keep an eye up to the top of the wall, in case brigands jump down at you."

The mists and helm do well to cover his blushes.

Zurladew proceeds to search the man more thoroughly, now that his threat has been neutralized.

Lady Beatrix tries to urge Florencia out of the ruined temple (having no idea where Giliana has gotten to), but the green-eyed twin shakes her head,

'Can't we watch?' she asks with a pout as she nods towards the men doing battle, 'What's the point of making men dance like puppets if you don't even get to watch?'

'That is all well and good when the weapons are words or fisticuffs, but now is not the time.'

Beatrix will follow the sisters if they leave, but will otherwise stick around.

And something goes bump in the night. Must be a thread...