Mithven steps back and to his right, clearing the way for the others to pass by. As he does, he mutters and gestures, pointing his finger at the mite who struck him, and smiles as the offending creature suddenly finds his footing slippery.
See how well this works...
HP=4/7
AC: 13 ff: 10 tch: 13
Fort +2 Will +3 Ref +3
CMD=12
Gruul moves to where Mithven was, looking down at the pitiful creature, muttering, "To the boneyard with you..."
Mite 2, Reflex:
In a spectacular display of dexterity, the mite manages to remain upright following Mithven's application of grease.
Samduc's long sword cuts deeply into the shoulder of the mite in front of him, and although Samduc feels some resistance, the creature drops dead in front of him.
Similarly, Gruul's attack causes the mite in front of him to collapse in front of him, although it still breathes albeit with short, shallow breaths.
Round Two
Rabzolga - 25
Mites - 18, mite 1 dead, mite 2 unconscious
Mithven - 10
Samduc - 9, shaken
Gruul - 6
Following the combat more with his keen hearing than anything, Rab springs forward at the sound of heavy breathing and the victorious mutter of Gruul.
To the boneyard, indeed...
Padding silently up the stairs, Rab slips by Mithven, sliding over the empty space with an easy grace and complete silence. Dropping to the ground next to the hewn mite, he wraps himself in his cloak, and disapears among the folds of the mite's form and the spreading pool of blood. He clutches the handle of his crossbow with white knuckles, ready to spring up and attack in an instant.
Attack:
Samduc reverently prays as he dispatches on of these little horrors.
Mite 3 Perception:
Mite 4 Perception:
Mite 4, to his eternal chagrin, didn't notice the slender figure of Rab nipping between his comrades and using the mite's former kindred as cover. As the mite prepared to charge towards Samduc, the twang of a crossbow echoed through the room and the mite was lifted from his feet and forced to backflip by the powerful bolt from Rab's crossbow. It landed on it's head with a loud crack, lying motionless.
Mite 3, incensed by the death of his comrades, charged the prone halfling with a wordless cry of rage.
Mite 3, charge @ Rab:
Mite 3, damage @ Rab:
Fortunately, the mite's weapon couldn't cut through Rab's armour, although it did leave a nasty bruise.
"Wait a bit Mithven and we can flank him together."
Samduc moves to just east of Mite 3 w/o granting an AoO.
Unwilling to risk throwing another dagger in the directioin of the halfling, Mithven looks for other threats, trusting Samduc and the others to finish off the last mite. At Samduc's direction, he attempts to move to flank the mite, but slips and falls on its dead companion.
HP=4/7
AC: 13 ff: 10 tch: 13
Fort +2 Will +3 Ref +3
CMD=12
Edit: Samduc and I posted at the same time.
Unable to safely stand while so threatened, Rab rolls the bleeding creature over himself for cover.
Looking at the last frail excuse for a fey, Gruul ignores it's attempts at combat and instead looks down at the unconscious mite in front of him and says, "You do not deserve my mercy, attacking us like this."
"Come on little fella, surrender before you get hurt."
"Don't make me come in and get you."
"Mites aren't so mighty"
Samduc manages to slip his longsword through the mite's defences, and despite the creature's natural resistance to damage, it sighs as it expires.
COMBAT ENDED!
What next then?
Sam points to the doors. "Time for the traditional listening at doors and peering through keyholes of your trade."
Sam begins to search the mites for anything of value.
"Nice little tune up, let's let our scout scout."
Rab presses his ear to every door in turn after a quick search for traps. He takes his time with it, too- no need to be unprepared again.
Rab finds no traps on any of the doors. From beyond the west door, he hears nothing. From beyond the north door, he also hears nothing. From the east door, he hears some kind of scuttling noise from the other side of the door.
Mithven retrieves his dagger and rejoins the others. "which way, then?"
Rab makes a spider motion with his hand at the eastern door, and points westerly before rummaging through the mite's robes.
Samduc wishes to avoid ruining any surprise by advancing in his armor and makes a quick opening motion to Rab. He points to Mithven and motions him forward.
Mithven moves up behind Rab, looks at the door, and nods his readiness, checking over his shoulder to see if Gruul is moving up as well.
Gruul clasps his hands together uttering a small prayer, followed by placing a hand on Rabzolga's shoulder. "Be careful as you advance."
Rab turns the handle quickly, throwing the door open wide but slinking quickly back into the shadows.
COMBAT STARTED!
Initiative
Scorpions:
Beetle:
Rab:
Mithven:
Gruul:
Samduc:
Mithven moves up even with Rab and a rainbow of colors bursts from his hands into the room beyond, targeting as many of the vermin as possible.
Samduc will charge the closest active baddie if possible. If this is not possible he will move and ready a small longsword swing.
Power attack/Dam
None of the vermin appear fazed in the slightest by the dancing colours around their bodies.
The beetle stays where it is, apparently afraid of the scorpions.
Stepping forward, Samduc places himself between the vermin and the party. With a masterful stroke, he pierces the chitin around one of the scorpion's claws which lets out an enraged chittering.
Rab is up next. I'll update the campaign tab with loot.
Rab holds his dagger sideways at the edge of the wall, using the polished edge as a mirror. Picking his target, he deftly sheathes the blade and steps out, a loud twang accompanying the motion. A bolt whizzes towards the scorpion, near the unprotected joint.
Rab's shot unfortunately goes wide by the smallest of margins. Enraged by Samduc's earlier blow, the red scorpion attacks the diminuitive Paladin.
The scorpion screeches as each attack is turned aside by Samduc's armour and shield. Unable to get through the door, the blue scorpion likewise joins in the attack against Samduc.
Although the scorpion's claws are turned aside by Samduc's shield, the sting loops over the shield and manages to pierce his shoulder.
Rab curses as his comrade is hit with a hiss, his teeth gritted. He racks his brain for the poison's effect, or something in his myriad pack that could aid the plight.
I cannot allow you to go down comrade. May this aid you.
Samduc feels the scorpion's poison course through his body, sapping his strength. Rab lacks the knowledge of what the scorpion's poison is but common sense would dictate that Samduc will need rest to recover from it once the fight is over. Gruul moves up behind Samduc and casts resistance.
Round 1 over.
Round 2 commences.
Order: Mithven, Beetle, Samduc, Rab, Scorpions, Gruul.
Samduc winces at the poision, but knows only to keep the scorpions away from his less armored companions and holds his ground. Another swing at the injured scorpion with as much power as he can muster misses wildly as the armored hobbit desperately holds the door.
Seeing Samduc injured and the ineffectiveness of his first spell, Mithven tries another in his repertoire to try to disrupt the number of attacts targeting the halfing.
HP=4/7
AC: 13 ff: 10 tch: 13
Fort +2 Will +3 Ref +3
CMD=12
Rab switches tactics. Offense, sometimes, is the best defense.
Samduc, step back, let one in. It cannot defend from all sides!
To help stifle the creature's advance, Rab searches for the flask of oil he had just yesterday.
With a stifled AHA, he cracks the flask against the hard stone floor. Oily liquid seeps out, covering the space in a slight sheen.
Be a dear and light that, would you Mithven, he asks casually, even as he draws his dagger.
That'd be the square directly south of me.
Trusting his fellow hobbit, Samduc takes a step back.
Again, the beetle refuses to move, apparently afraid of the scorpions.
Samduc moves back after his attack fails to connect. His move back permits both scorpions to move into attack range, although doing so provokes attacks from both Samduc and Rab.
Rab twists his dagger deftly, but it's clear he is no knife fighter. He seeks to aid the more powerful Samduc where ever possible, instead of the direct approach.
Gruul's left hand begins to glow a deep blue.