Trevor snarls and focuses, his weapon seemingly getting larger in his hands He charges again!
One moment she is safely studying the monster from a small distance and the next he slices her open. It was baffling. What was this thing?
@Jean-Phillipe - no kidding on the bad rolls! Trevor too! Let's get this done and out of the way!
Although Trevor's AOO hits with Lazare's aid another from earlier...
So - the creature is rocked with a solid bash from Trevor as it moves to kill Helena!
Lazare is up and then the creature!
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"Pretty blood messed up hey? One minute you are living, breathing and bleeding and then..." He made a cutting motion along his ghostly throat accompanied by a gurgle. "Look on the bright side though, it could always be worse. We could still be down there, waiting to be up here. Like those poor bastards!"
Faster than you can believe possible, the creature spins, slashing the throat of Lazare and Trevor! Blood splashes high on the wall, next to the other patterns, spelling out Wake up, save me
Jean-Phillipe cringes in horror at the combat prowess of the thing, as well as the terrifying message. He stumbles backwards and trips over a loose cobblestone, falling backwards and into a patch of fog, and ends up falling and falling and falling....
….you awaken….
You struggle to wake up and wrench yourself from a terrible nightmare. Your eyes are gummy and crusted shut, but open after you rub them a bit. You are in a grimy cell, dressed in gray linen pajamas, the same as in your dream, but dirtier.
Blinking and looking about, you recognize the others in the cells with you - Trevor and Faradin are in one cell, Lazare, Helena, and Jean-Phillipe are in another. The cells are small, sized to hold two humanoids. They are dirty, and stink of blood and other, less pleasant, things.
Though groggy, you realize you still don’t know who you are. The thought is dejecting.
Hey, wake up damn it! screams a man outside your cell, his panicked voice cutting through your own ruminations of who you are, and who are these other people, and why the heck were they in a shared nightmare with you getting chopped apart? And why are you in a cell now?
Outside your cell a man is tied to a large table. His lips are split and he is covered in fine cuts that leak blood. Another figure, unsettling thin and wearing a blood smeared doctor’s coat, circles the table casually - stopping every so often to scrutinize the man’s wounds or select a different instrument from a nearby sideboard. The sideboard is covered with a strange collection of "tools" - broken glass, rusted knives, sharpened trowels, and similar.
Currently, the doctor spins a pair of pruning shears in her hand, shears that glint in the dull light of the lamp suspended overhead. With careless cruelty, she draws the blade of the shears across the man’s bare thigh, releasing a tortured wail.
[all remember their names, spell casters have full spell slots or channel energy or similar. None of you have weapons or any of your possessions. None of you are wounded, although you are sore as if you have been beaten in the recent past]
Briarstone map You are in the two eastern cells.
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Faradin sits up slowly, probing at his jaw and groaning a little. "F*!* which is the nightmare?" He pushed himself to his feet slowly and limped over to the bars, lying against them and glaring put in to the room.
"Oi! Water or wine if you've got it!" He laughed, not expecting a reply, before turning towards the others.
"Lets get the hell out of here!"
He studied the bars slowly, looking for a structural weakness.
Trevor sputters and gasps as his blood spurts out of his throat and just barely hangs on[ooc]Orc ferocity.[/occ] He knew he would not last another blow and this made him furious! He would not die whimpering in his own blood but go out with a lion's roar!
Trevor digs his fingers into his slashed throat and pulls! Instead of his remaining lifeblood, a brilliant light gushes forth! It grows and grows, disintegrating Trevor and everything in an overwhelming display of spirit
Trevor suddenly wakes up from a very strange dream. Duh huh? He clutches his head and groans, was it something he ate? He grunts and winces as Faradin's voice seems oh so loud. Where am I? Who are these strange people?
Faradin does not detect any weakness.
The doctor slowly circling the "torture" patient does not pay him any attention.
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Wake up. Wake up. Wake up! Its all Lazare can think about for a moment, waking up. Struggling to his feet he takes in the gruesome scene and tries to keep the bile in his stomach from coming up.
Looking around the room, he tries to figure a way out of his cell. What ever this doctor is doing, he doesn't want to be around to be his patient.
The doctor doesn't seem to notice the captives in the cells as she is completely focused on her task of slashing up the prisoner.
Lazare does notice a ring of keys hanging from her belt, however.
By pressing his face up to the bars and rolling his eyes and craning his neck, he also thinks he sees a pile of gear at the far west of the room - a pile of backpacks, cloaks, weapons, etc. - some of which looks familiar to him.
The cell door is, in fact, locked.
The man on the table is not yet negative in HP, although he isn't far from it.
Please note that although O is shown in one square, she is actually moving around the table, always in a square next to it, but constantly strolling around it.
Faradin lunges out and grabs the doctor pulling her back, up against the cage bars. She shrieks a wordless scream of rage.
Trevor grabs her as well! See if she has keys!
Trevor can easily grab the keys off of her belt; he clutches them in his meaty fist, a toothy smile crossing his face.
Trevor unlocks the door!
I am going to put Trevor on hold for a moment; unlocking the door can be his move action in the next round.
If Lazare and Helena don't do anything in this round, it will be the good doctor's turn, then the players again.
Lazare and Helena watch the action from across the room in the cell they share with Jean-Phillipe.
The doctor attempts to wriggle free!
and breaks loose. She steps 5 feet from the bars, turning and screaming at Faradin.
PATIENTS will wait quietly FOR THEIR TREATMENT or they may not like what THE DOCTOR FINDS!
She does not seem to notice that Trevor has her key ring. He moves his hand to behind his back to make certain.
Players may go - in round action if they are breaking out or in narrative if they elect to wait a bit.
map up in a few.
Trevor whines. I'm sorrryyyy! He then huddles in the back while winking at Faradin.
When the 'doctor' moves away, he nudges Faradin and shows the keys.
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Faradin grinned at the doctor, backing up, his hands held high. "My bad Doc."
He moved to the back of the cell, sliding down to sit on the floor. He looked up at Trevor and nodded.
"Lets wait it out. Sucks for that bastard there but best shot for us. I'm Faradin by the way!" He whispered, watching the Doctor pace.
The doctor glares at Trevor and Faradin for a moment longer, and then whirls on the man strapped table, delivering a vicious slash across his abdomen. The man cries out in agony.
The doctor resumes pacing, circling the table as before.
The doctor walks up to the bars shrieking Patients who whine get theirs! Her face changes, looking just like Jean-Phillipe!
Then the dapper human snakes a hand through the bars and punches the good doctor in the throat!
The doctor staggers back to the middle of the room, rummages in a drawer in the sideboard, and comes up with a pistol in her right hand and a sharpened trowel in the other (essentially a knife).
The players get to go - we are in combat time now! Normal rounds please.
Crit confirm misses, even though I am considering the doctor flat footed for the attack. Didn't miss by much though (and I had to read your first post a couple times 'cause I had a hard time believing you rolled a 20!)
Trevor unlocks the door! Time for orc rage!
Trevor can unlock and open the door as a move action; he can move through as another move, or wait inside the cell for the next round so he can move / attack.
But the door is open, so Faradin can move through and attack.
The map (linked in my tag line or at the top of the page) is accurate for where you are and where the doctor is.
You must move sort of diagonally through the door, given how the door is shown on the map.
Trevor will wait so he can move and attack.
@Faradin - I don't think you have improved grapple, so the doctor gets an AOO vs your grapple (let me know if this is wrong - don't have these issues in Star Wars or Numenera!).
The doctor spins on Faradin, slashing with a trowel!
, hitting for
The damage acts as a negative to your grapple, making your grapple attempt fail.
@Faradin - I also believe your AC is 14 in pajamas. Again, let me know if I am in error.
And this map thing seems to be working!
I am using this https://drive.google.com/open?id=0Bw0pUUhskQ8IZHBza1hHdDdubXc which may not be right / current.
I will keep looking elsewhere.
(I found it on page 199 of my core rulebook under performing a combat maneuver, but it is far from clear, I admit.)
Trevor will certainly keep his eyes peeled for a weapon.
You can see weapons on the small table - the equivalent of clubs or daggers (1d6 or 1d4). You can find a broken table leg or two around as well - also a club at 1d6.
The doctor whirls on Faradin, swinging a club!
, missing the fighter!
She screams in anger, her shape briefly changing to this , and then back again to the doctor shape. As a note, this is definitely NOT the thing you met in your shared nightmare.
players turn!
Trevor runs out and to Jean, handing him the keys Gotta get a weapon to take care of Mr.McNasty.
As hard as Lazare tries to squeeze through the bars, he fails.