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Healaugh realizes the hurdygurdy threat worked in part because Darvyl was standing behind the halfling, glowering at the group.
Darvyl lies slumped on the deck where he fell, looking up at the marine while awaiting the results of the negotiations.
Out of tricks that can be used in the small confines of the boats, and on his last legs, Darvyl simply stabs at the marine.
Darvyl takes advantage of Greylan's distraction to launch a brutal assault on M3, then shifts to a more defensive position to catch his breath. Flanking assault vs M3 AC, half on miss (1d20+9+2=20, 3d8+7+3=22)
Darvyl moves in against the marines and lays about with his scourge, hitting one marine even as he calls out the other.
Darvyl executes a pair of attacks against the construct, less successfully than he'd hoped. Dual Strike, scourge, sword (+sneak attack) (1d20+10+2=17, 1d8+3=8, 1d20+11+2=21, 1d6+3+2d6=11)
With a flurry of swings, stabs, and chops, Darvyl attempts to befuddle the construct.
Darvyl scrambles up the rope ladder.
"Reckon we need a bit of plan here," he concludes dolefully. "Ddraig, Nechtan, and I hit it until it falls down, while the rest of you attack its master from range?" Darvyl offers helpfully.
"Finally," Darvyl says with satisfaction.
"Oof. Right." Darvyl grabs up his weapons and looks about.
Darvyl stretches out on the sand as Healaugh plays. Soon, he begins to snore gently.
Darvyl knows less than Healaugh about the place.
With a yawp, Darvyl loops around to flank the remaining marine and skewers him from his shortsword while Ddraig has him distracted.
Darvyl rubs his head (free), rises (move), snarls (free), and charges the marine attacking Ddraig.
one of them knocks Darvyl to the ground, thumbing the young tough on the temple with the hilt of his sword.
Darvyl rushes the marines.
Fabes: Spoiler: When you edit your GM posts, I frequently don't see that I'm being waited on -- I saw the part about the marine this morning, then didn't check in again as there were no new posts! Help?
Darvyl, still smiling and laughing, circles around Sven (W, SW, SE) and launches a devastating assault from behind with his scourge. Flanking Assault on Sven (1d20+12=32, 3d8+7+6=23)
Darvyl grins at the two marines as he hefts his weapons. "Which one first?"
Darvyl mutters, "No, I think not," and dashes around to intercept Sven.
Insight;Init (1d20+2=19, 1d20+6=15) Darvyl is ready.
Darvyl stays braced for hostilities, not understanding what's going on.
Darvyl laughs. Being surrounded by human enemies, he is in his element. Nothing like the singing tree.
Darvyl attempts to draw the leader away from his flanking advantage on Nechtan.
Darvyl takes advantage of his superior mobility in the difficult terrain to get back-to-back with Nechtan, then executes a sweeping blow with his scourge, hitting the marine once more.
Seeing Ddraig's peril, Darvyl attempts to lure his opponent closer to the thick of the melee, but fails.
With a loud "Whoop!" Darvyl charges the westernmost marine and slashes enthusiastically with his shortsword.
Following . . .
Darvyl lets out a whoop and charges down the beach at the satyr, shortsword to the fore.
Darvyl advances on the dogs, grinning and slashing.
Spoiler: Wait -- I said I was coming back in after Healaugh, before the dogs
Darvyl steps into the gap left by the halfling and whirls his scourge about him, laying into the hounds.
"Healaugh, fall back!" Darvyl cries, likely unnecessarily.
GM: Spoiler: Delaying at least until after piper, probably after Healaugh. In case I'm not available: I'm hoping Healaugh will step back, then Darvyl will move into his place and use Sweeping Blow (go ahead and roll for me). If the satyr does something to screw this up, we'll just have to wait. |