Rab does his best to lodge the dagger behind the eye housing and twist, turning his face away from the spray of ichor.
Screeching in pain as it moves forward, the red scorpion's chitin turns Samduc's blade aside but Rab's blow manages to nick the scorpion lightly.
Pressing on the attack, the two scorpions continue to attack Samduc although they are unable to bring their stings to bear due to moving forward.
Fortunately, neither scorpion is able to find purchase against Samduc's armor. Gruul charges a cure light wounds spell but doesn't discharge it.
Round two complete!
Round three commences!
Order: Mithven, Beetle, Samduc, Rab, Scorpions, Gruul.
That would be amazing.
Do you still want that light spell, Rab?
Lacking for a better course of action, Mithven draws a dagger and looks to the rogue, hoping he has an idea.
HP=4/7
AC: 13 ff: 10 tch: 13
Fort +2 Will +3 Ref +3
CMD=12
Sam continues his hardest swing at the injured scorpion and retreat a step. Still feeling the effects ot the poison, his swing misses wildly.
It may help us to have the light; leave the spark to me if you have no cantrip!
Taking the opportunity to spring forward, Rab steps nimbly over the scorpion to a perch atop the open door, balancing deftly.
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Rab attempts to vault from the scorpion to the top of the door but unfortunately the scorpion's tail proves to be an unsafe platform, causing him to land back in front of the enraged beast. It attempts to catch him in it's claw but thankfully only scrapes the tip of it's claw across his armour.
This time, the scorpions attack separate targets; the red scorpion attacking Rab who just tried to vault over it and the blue scorpion pressing the attack against Samduc.
The blue scorpion manages to pinch Samduc's armor, causing some damage. Fortunately it fails to find purchase and the claw slips back from Samduc's arm unable to grab onto him.
The sting of the red scorpion flashes down and punctures Rab's armor. He feels pain course through his body.
Gruul reaches over to Samduc, placing his glowing hand just above his wounds, muttering, "Til að loka sár örlög, verður að fyrst að læra að sætta sig við sársauka. Leyfa mér að koma þér aftur af barmi."
Gruul turns his attention to Rabzolga, again reaching forth to aid an ally, Gruul says, "Ég mæli með að þú að vera fleiri varkár í kringum þá sterkari en þú.
Sam continues his hardest swing at the injured scorpion. Still feeling the effects ot the poison, his swing still strikes deeply, the scorpion barely holds to consciousness.
"Finish him, hit him with anything, even a dagger."
Rab rolls onto his back, throwing his dagger with a whumph at Samduc's foe. He uses the momentum of the throw more to detangle himself from his position, his hand outstretched for his porter, Frank, whose face is pale as a candle in the gloom.
Damnit, Frank, throw me the grapple!
Rab twists his body to throw his dagger, using the scorpion's own body for cover.
As his friend cries for the end of the venomous beast, its stinger arcing towards his breast, Rab knows he must be accurate. His breathing stills and time itself seems to slow as he whips the stiletto at the soft underbelly of his foe, hoping the confusion of shuffling legs and shifting chitin confuses the beast's senses.
The little halfling draws a piton from his belt, rolls onto his back, and barks at his porter, Frank, who stands behind the group in the grip of terror.
Throw the grapple, Frank! THROW IT TO ME!
As the stout man rummages in the pack, galvanized by his employer's tone, and casts the grapple to Rab, the halfling hooks the iron end into his belt, ordering the porter to pull. As the bulky man easily pulls the tiny halfling from danger, Rab strikes his piton against the rocky ground. A few sparks at first echo across the eerily silent cavern before one catches, and as the chittering scorpion tries to keep his morsel from escaping, the very ground bursts into flame with a muffled whoosh, Rab emerging only singed from the fuel driven inferno. The shriek of pain and fear from the scorpion brings a smile to Rab's lips as he dusts himself off.
Rab sweats profusely. He mops his brow with a loose sleeve, ragged from his ordeal so far. He looks shaky on his feet, and the puncture wound in his armor seeps black ichor.
Anyone have a healer's kit? he asks calmly, before shuddering to the ground.
Without time to admire the bravery of the halfling, Mithven steps over the prone form of his companion, knowing that although he's not in the best shape to stand in the front line, the scorpion could easily finish off his friend, if he's not already dead.
"Gruul, can you pull him out?" he shouts over his shoulder, even as he lunges at one of the overgrown vermin with his dagger, wincing as the strike just deflects off the chitinous carapace.
move: 5 foot step into Rab's square
attack on the wounded scorpion if still alive, blue if the wounded one went down:
HP=4/7
AC: 13 ff: 10 tch: 13
Fort +2 Will +3 Ref +3
CMD=12
"Not till we finish this!" Gruul says, walking forth with a sinister look in his eye.
Rab performs an extraordinary maneuver and managed to score a blow against the blue scorpion, before igniting the red scorpion in flames. Gruul's magic is all that is required to finish off the red scorpion, which collapes under it's own weight.
Round three complete!
Round four commences!
Order: Mithven, Beetle, Samduc, Rab, Scorpions, Gruul.
Mithven's dagger glances off of the blue scorpion's carapace. The beetle chitters in the background, still apparently afraid of the blue scorpion, despite it being distracted.
Samduc shifts to maximize flanking opportunities and continues to strike as hard as he can at the scorpion.
My STR is too low to take actions.
Ohh yeah, by my armor.
Rab clutches his dart weakly in clammy hands, interposing it shakily between him and the remaining insects.
Samduc's sword unfortunately clatters off the scorpion's chitin once again.
With an extreme effort the little halfling clicks home the crossbow string. Gently, and ever so carefully, he balances a single bolt on the mechanism and rolls over. With a grimace, he squeezes the trigger.
Die, kovosha!
Rab's well-aimed bolt sings through the air and embeds itself between two chitin plates of the scorpion which screeches in pain.
The blue scorpion continues to press the attack towards Samduc, it's brain incapable of tactical thought.
Despite attacking with all of it's might, the scorpion's attacks either bounce off of Samduc's armour or his shield.
Gruul retrieves his dagger from his hip as his hands begin to glow a deep purple. Looking the scorpion in the eye mutters, "Nóg af leikjum."
Samduc takes a step into the doorway beginning the process of flanking the scorpion and swings hard with his small longsword.
lost for words at hitting he can only say "BOOYAA!"
Gruul dips in and manages to slip his dagger in past the scorpion's defences and strikes a fleshy part between two plates of chitin.
Round four complete!
Round five commences!
While the beast screams in agony, Samduc lunges forward and manages to slip his longsword up into the scorpion's brain. It shudders and collapses to the ground.
Order: Mithven, Beetle, Samduc, Rab, Gruul.
Mithven can take an action before the beetle. I've eliminated the scorpion because Samduc has it pegged anyway. You've still got the beetle to contend with though!
Mithven holds his dagger up, waiting for the beetle to approach.
Ready action: attack if beetle moves adjacent
HP=4/7
AC: 13 ff: 10 tch: 13
Fort +2 Will +3 Ref +3
CMD=12
The beetle, seeing that the scorpions are now dead, scuttles over towards the party and emits a brilliant flash of light.
Sam charges the beetle hitting hard.
Mithven staggers back, unable to see through the colors burning behind his eyes.
Rab rubs his eyes in annoyance as he cuts a sleeve from his tunic and begins stuffing it into a flask of oil.
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Gruul steps up and attempts to touch the beetle in order to strike it with death's touch.
Round five complete!
Round six commences!
Order: Mithven, Beetle, Samduc, Rab, Gruul.
Mithven attempts to stab the beetle with his dagger.
The beetle attempts to bite Samduc.
The beetle's bite bounces off Samduc's armor and in response, he deftly slides his longsword into the creature and punctures it's heart.
COMBAT OVER!
I hate to come off a job with no loot, but I'm in no condition to carry on.