When she hears the sound of branches breaking and footsteps stamping, Mary stops. "Sounds like trouble to me. Watch out Mylos!" But it's too late. Mary looks around and spots the other boar. She points it out. "There's another one over there." The second boar, not having noticed her yet, makes for an easier foe. Mary quickly slips into the bushes after it, whipping out her weapons as she goes, and striking it twice once she reaches it.
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Trigger A creature targets you with an attack and you can see the attacker.
You deftly dodge out of the way, gaining a +2 circumstance bonus to AC against the triggering attack.
Arity will draw her short sword <>
Shout to Bonnie ”Get around to the side. We’ll flank ‘em”
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Move into forest.<>
Albrecht carefully studies the movements of the small pig that attacked Mylos.
Pulling out his bow, he fires a single shot at his porcine foe.
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Mary springs into action, drawing her weapons one in each hand as she surprises the pig with her speed. It squeals in terrible pain as both her blades dig deep into its flesh.
Arity moves into help Mary, offering her verbal support as he draws her weapon.
Albrecht's of anticipating the pig's movements works a treat, as he shoots an deadly projectile into the small pigs flank, making it too squeal and feel agony.
Whilst Arity sends a stone with unerring accuracy at the large pig.
Enraged by the intrusion into their domain and the pain of the strikes against them, the pigs attack the nearest creatures. The big pig attacks Mary hoping to gouge out her lower body. she sees the mouth open and dart towards her, she is quick to skip away, but as she does, her foot gets caught in the foliage. Unable to get out of the way it's teeth bit into her and the tusks gouge into her body. Boyed on by it's success it tries twice more to bit into the woman. , but the nimble elf easily dances out of the way, now that her feet are free of obstructions.
A - Strike 1
B - Strike 1
[.ooc]B 16/20[/ooc]
[.ooc]Albrecht AC 26 - 18/18[/ooc]
[.ooc]Arity AC19/20 - 32/32[/ooc]
[.ooc]Mary AC19/21(R) - 24/24[/ooc]
[.ooc]Flory AC16/17 - 20/20[/ooc]
[.ooc]A 18/30[/ooc]
[.ooc]Bonnie AC 19/20 - 26/26[/ooc]
[.ooc]Mylos AC18 - 22/22[/ooc]
The smaller pig, hearing her mother fight for her life, joins the clash and attempts to bite Arity. Arity unused to aggressive animals, finds that it tusks are more deadly than she every thought possible, as they rip into her midrift. It continue to use its tusks as it attacks again, but it too misses. The young boar, takes it's chance to move closer to it's mother for mutual protection.
Bonnie is taken aback by the sudden flurry of action. She draws her longsword, moves to circle around, and casts shield.
Somewhat surprised, Mylos ◆ grabs his crossbow, ◆ loads it and ◆ fires at the boar that gored him.
"That was uncalled for, pig!"
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Bonnie readies for the sport ahead, circling around to find her quarry.
Mylos still smarting from the sudden injury, tries to send a bolt of deadly force at the small boar, but with the agony in his leg, cannot steady himself enough for an accurate shot.
The smaller pig, hearing her mother fight for her life, joins the clash and attempts to bite Arity. Arity unused to aggressive animals, finds that it tusks are more deadly than she every thought possible, as they rip into her midrift. It continue to use its tusks as it attacks again, but it too misses. The young boar, takes it's chance to move closer to it's mother for protection.
B -11
A -27
Bonnie
Mylos -11
[.ooc]B 16/20[/ooc]
[.ooc]Albrecht AC 26 - 18/18[/ooc]
[.ooc]Arity AC19/20 - 10/32[/ooc]
[.ooc]Mary AC19/21(R) - 14/24[/ooc]
[.ooc]Flory AC16/17 - 20/20[/ooc]
[.ooc]A 18/30[/ooc]
[.ooc]Bonnie AC 19/20 - 26/26[/ooc]
[.ooc]Mylos AC18 - 11/22[/ooc]
Mary kicks a stone into the underbrush to one side of the large boar she's facing hoping to distract it long enough to sneak in an attack...
...but the clever boar is not fooled. Mary then dodges right and cuts back left hoping to flat-foot the creature and create an opening to slide in her rapier...
...but the boar's eyes remain fixed on the elf. Mary shrugs and goes in with her rapier regardless.
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”ARITY!”, cries Flory. She takes a deep breath.
”Not to worry”, she says, struggling to keep her voice steady. ”People and dresses aren’t so different, when it comes to patching them up”
She sings a little song, while making sewing motions in the air. Arity’s grievous wound starts to close. Then, her eyes fixed on the piglet, she moves in closer.
"Ow, Bonnie, I said attack! Thanks Flory"
<>Move into position
<>Tumble through boar square
<>Attack
Fail, attack final
"I'm ... a little slow this morning."
"I'm ... a little slow this morning."
Albrecht grins at the magus. "Let me know ahead of time if you plan to repeat last night's rather impressive consumption of inebriants and I can prepare an elixir that might be helpful."
He moves to get a clearer shot at the smaller pig, plotting its likely path.
Seeing a break in the underbrush he takes the shot.
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Mary tries several times to out manoeuvre the boar, but with the taste of Mary's blood still in its mouth, its eyes never move off her. Despite that she still gets her rapier to pierce the hide and dig into the sow's flank.
A blow that would kill any normal animal, but somehow the wild pig still stands, its eyes bloodshot and full of frenzy.
Flory is on hand to magically sew Arity's wounds and stop the bleeding.
With the boar in a frenzy of pain, it bucks high in the air, just as Arity was in midair leaping. She crashes into the creature and both land plum on the ground next to one another. Arity is quick to react and stick s the animal with her short sword, slicing its artery. Yet the boar still survives, with its blood spilling from the deep wound to the throat.
Meanwhile Albrecht chases a better position to snipe at the younger boar with his crossbow. Finding an ideal shot, he uses a lightly leaved bush to disguise the flight of the bolt, leaving the little boar no time to get out of the way. The bolt lodges in the animals shoulder with a loud thud, as the buries itself in the boar's flesh. It doesn't fall, although it looks unsteady on its feet.
The large boar next to Mary and Arity, , turns on Arity, the last of the foes to leave a deep wound on the beast and so it starts to gore the woman. but it's fury seems to be waning with it's strength. But the die is cast, it continues to turn on the Swashbuckler. Arity's pink and red flesh, hangs from the creatures tusks, she has large gore wounds open up again. The creature tasting her blood continues the assault. despite her wounds, Arity just manages to dance out of the way of the attack.
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[.ooc]B 16/20[/ooc]
[.ooc]Albrecht AC 26 - 18/18[/ooc]
[.ooc]Arity AC19/20 - 10/32[/ooc]
[.ooc]Mary AC19/21(R) - 14/24[/ooc]
[.ooc]Flory AC16/17 - 20/20[/ooc]
[.ooc]A 0/30 - W2[/ooc]
[.ooc]Bonnie AC 19/20 - 26/26[/ooc]
[.ooc]Mylos AC18 - 11/22[/ooc]
Bonnie channels some residual energy from her shield spell (), and steps ◆ forward into the woods ... and vanishes!
She reappears next to the boar on the far side of Mary, driving her sword at its neck.
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Moving around the edge of the fight, Mylos gets closer to Arity.
He starts to speak words of power, an unseen force adding layers to his voice and he weaves a three-dimensional sigil, glowing golden in the air.
Arity's wounds begin to heal.
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Bonnie's sudden appearance by the large boar would normally have caused the boar to react with surprise. But in it's current half dead state, the boar is a sitting duck for the magus'deadly assault and it falls to the ground well and truly dead. With the terrible beating it has taken, it is doubtful its hide is of mush use.
The smaller boar squeals a sound of great pain, as it watches it's mother fall at Bonnie's hands.
Mylos continues to use his healing powers to close Arity's wounds.
The small boar, charges through the undergrowth at Bonnie, who dealt the last blow to the maternal sow. It tries to gore the woman's stomach, , but the emotions of the moment, it cannot find the target. It tries once more
Satisfied that the large boar is truly dead, Mary sidles over to the smaller boar's blind side and follows up with two strikes from her blades.
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Mary's blade runs through the small boar, as it slips out, the wound pumps blood over Mary's shoes and legs. The strike must have gone straight through the boars heart, but it still stands, evading Mary's second strike with ease. The rogue wonders how this small boar still stands, the will to live must be found deep in the creature's very being.
Albrecht tries to predict the pig's next move but unfortunately the chaos of the battle provides too many variables to make an accurate prediction. Nevertheless he fires twice.
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The cloak's hem digs deep into the boar's side, leaving long red wounds, through which you see the white bones of its ribcage. Miraculously the animal is standing. With the bushes and undergrowth baring a clean shot at the boar, both of Albrecht's bolts dig deep into the wooded stems of the evergreen bushes.
Mylos moves to where he can see the creature better, reloads his crossbow and casts Shield
Bonnie brings her longsword, crackling with frost, down on the beast.
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plus 3 force plus
It is far less dramatic than it played down in her mind. She speaks a word and raises an invisible shield ◆ around her.
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With the accuracy that comes from sewing button holes and hems, Arity darts her short sword with a stabbing motion into the boars eye socket, straight back into the boars brain. The force of the strike shatters the skull, sending blood, bone and gore flying all over the three women surrounding the dead animal.
Mary breathes out a sigh of relief as Arity takes down the last of the boars. "Nice work you did there, and your armor even managed to stay on through the whole thing." She wipes her weapons off on a relatively unbloodied part of the boar's corpse and looks up at Flory. "Even our seamstress managed to hold her own. Wonders will never cease."
She examines her wounds and those of Arity and Mylos. "I guess we better patch ourselves up a little in case we run into any more welcoming parties." Mary then breaks out her healing tools and proceeds to treat Arity and Mylos.
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Bonnie collapses next to the dead boar and sighs. "Mary, remind me not to drink so much. I always feel storm-legged the next day."
"Was this just a random attack?"
Bonnie will investigate for clues that it was not.
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Mary looks down at Bonnie with a long-suffering look on her face. "I did remind you not to drink so much, for all the good it did. You didn't seem to be in a mood to listen."
She looks about the forest in case any more boars are around. "I'm pretty sure these two are just some of the local fauna. We must have unknowingly traipsed through their territory, which apparently they did not appreciate. On the plus side, we won't be eating fish tonight."
Mary then returns to treating everyone's wounds.
”Oh, thank you. Man, I’ve never been magically healed before. Felt so weird. Anyway, thanks everyone.”
Mary keeps an eye out for more wild animals while everyone's wounds are being treated. "Let's cut off some of this boar meat and take it with us to the fish camp. We should be able to cook it up there for lunch without further porcine interference."
"No problem, Arity. You sword-wielders are normally more in need of it than I. It is an unusual feeling, like having life itself welling inside you? Thanks for your attention Mary. Roast boar seems reasonable." Mylos breathes in deeply, as if glad to be alive.
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Mary keeps an eye out for more wild animals while everyone's wounds are being treated. "Let's cut off some of this boar meat and take it with us to the fish camp. We should be able to cook it up there for lunch without further porcine interference."
Just as Mary mentions carving the boar the wind shifts and everyone notices a delicious smell emanating from nearby. Albrecht has a campfire set up and has been cooking roast pig for some time. He smiles at everyone. "There's no need to wait. I've managed to cook up a bit of the smaller pig while everyone was being bandaged. We'll probably want to make a proper roasting pit once we get to the camp though so we can slow roast the sow. It's likely to be a little tough otherwise."
Several hours earlier...
As the combat ends Albrecht begins to unpack his medical supplies only to see that Mary has already begun to tend to everyone's wounds. She seems competent enough, if a bit slow. I don't want to insult her by offering to take over. Perhaps I'll just dress the animals and prepare lunch. It looks like she'll be at this for some time.
The investigator starts a fire, then skins and guts the piglet before spitting it and setting it to roast. A quick search of the woods provides some herbs and a few wild mushrooms to complement the meal. While the piglet finishes cooking he dresses the sow and prepares it for travel to the camp.
"Yes, roast boar seems delicious. But let me take a quick look around to make sure nothing else lurks."
After she has been healed and refocused, Bonnie will search the immediate vicinity (100'-ish radius) while Mary finishes healing and Albrecht cooks.
"I've never been one for hunting. Grew up in Vellumis. It's a....it was a big city. This is new to me. Thanks for cooking." Mylos eats heartily.
"Bonnie, I notice you are a magician, what style of magic is that?"
"I don't know, really. I was never one for books. I learned it from my mother, Anne. She'd tell me to imagine I was somewhere else, and there I'd be. Came in real handy when we were boarding ships, we'd grapple and get close, then, as we threw down a gangplank to cross, I'd just imagine myself on their ship and flank 'em all. I can only do it once in a while, though, so I need to meditate after a big fight.
As for the frosty or flaming sword, we used to have a wizard on our crew, what was his name ... Frizzle? Something like that. Couldn't trim a sail or wield a sword, but he'd stand on the poop deck and shoot fire and frost. I can't do it as well as he could, but he showed me how to channel it through my sword."
After lunch Albrecht takes a careful look at the area around the fight.
"So I wonder what the pigs found here. Anything interesting?"
Having satisfied herself that the group was in no immediate danger from any more of the local wildlife, Mary sits down to her roast boar lunch. "Mmmm. This is good. I'm already glad I brought you along on this jaunt, Albrecht."
When she's done, she stands and stretches. "We should try to get to the camp soon so that we've got plenty of daylight to look things over. Hopefully we won't run into any more of our forest friends along the way."
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When she's done, she stands and stretches. "We should try to get to the camp soon so that we've got plenty of daylight to look things over. Hopefully we won't run into any more of our forest friends along the way."
“Maybe they’ll welcome us, with jigs and songs”, says Flory, “or at least join us for dinner”
She helps to clean up afterward, the spider now perched on her forehead.
Mary lets out a short laugh at Flory's joke. "Ha ha. 'join us for dinner' indeed! Good one there." "For a seamstress, she's quite the cool customer under pressure, but perhaps a bit strange. The spider's definitely on the creepy side though."
"I don't know, really. I was never one for books. I learned it from my mother, Anne. She'd tell me to imagine I was somewhere else, and there I'd be. Came in real handy when we were boarding ships, we'd grapple and get close, then, as we threw down a gangplank to cross, I'd just imagine myself on their ship and flank 'em all. I can only do it once in a while, though, so I need to meditate after a big fight.
As for the frosty or flaming sword, we used to have a wizard on our crew, what was his name ... Frizzle? Something like that. Couldn't trim a sail or wield a sword, but he'd stand on the poop deck and shoot fire and frost. I can't do it as well as he could, but he showed me how to channel it through my sword."
"I find how people come about their skills quite interesting. So you were actually a pirate?" Mylos gives her a questioning look.
"Welllll ..." Bonnie smirks, while giving Mary a sideways glance.
"We weren't pirate pirates, I guess. We'd offer transports - mostly bat guano transports - protection from pirate pirates. I mean, if people wanted a fight, we weren't going to shy away, but we didn't start nothin'."
She shares a look with Mary and laughs.
"Okay, maybe once or twice we started something. But they deserved it."
Mary gives Bonnie a sideways glance at the exact same time as Bonnie glances at her. She smiles at Bonnie's explanation and then adds her own. "Piracy is one of those relative terms that depends greatly on your point of view. I suppose the actual pirates that tried to take our guano might feel that we were the pirates after we boarded their ship, took everything they had, and cast the survivors adrift, but we prefer to see ourselves as honest fertilizer shippers acting purely in self-defense." She smiles innocently at Mylos.
"Mary, you know they weren't using that bat guano for fertilizer ..."
"Hey, I'm not one to judge. My past is less than spotless. Whatever skills you both learned are serving us well already." Mylos holds his hands up and smiles at the pair of them. Maybe I will tell them if they ask.
"Mary, you know they weren't using that bat guano for fertilizer ..."
Mary gives Bonnie a hard look. She whispers something to her old captain from the side of her mouth.
Then with a forced laugh, she says. "Ha ha. Well what else would they need it for if not to fertilize something eh? I'm no alchemist and I never ask questions that I don't need to know the answers to."