Hrokon the Assailant's page

"No way. We're getting out of this together."

Initiative for Hrokon in retreat (once more) with +4 bonus: 1d20 + 3 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 3 + 4 = 20

"What the heck is that halfling doing!?", the half-orc thinks to himself.

OOC: Hurgah is up next. Hrokon is 40 feet away from him.

Initiative for a Hrokon in flight:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

"GET 'IM! He's hidin' something we be needin'! If we don't get it we'll never be gettin' out o' here!"

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Hrokon immediately starts backing away rather quickly - headed for the west arm of the Pacstone chamber.
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Do we need an initiative here?

[Xaven] makes a military-like guesture with his hand and says,

"Clear!"

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For his part, Hrokon seems to be making a point of keeping his back to the south wall, still with his sword and shield in hand.

My handsome visage is now added to the NPC images folder. Don't try to ape my style, cause I'm the real Slim Shady.

Hrokon, for the moment, appears silent - looking every bit as confused as Breach and Xerissa.

A Leap of Faith

Hrokon takes a move action to jettison his tower shield.

Just as things could not get any more bizarre, a stone sarcophagus lid comes crashing down the shaft like a missile. While it lands close to Hurgah, it is not close enough that he is in any serious jeopardy.

Attempt to climb down the shaft at ¼ Speed, Climb DC 30, with armor check penalty for masterwork chain shirt: 1d20 + 16 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 16 - 1 = 23 ("fails")

Failure by 5 or more results in a fall.

Attempt to catch himself while falling, DC 50: 1d20 + 16 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 16 - 1 = 22 ("fails")

Hrokon fails to hold on. With minimal grace he tumbles down the shaft, picking up more and more speed. An obscure orcish cuss-word echoes throughout the tube.

Damage for Hrokon’s fall down the shaft:8d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 5, 5, 3, 2, 6, 1) = 33 (“applies”)

There is then a second crash as the big man plows into the stone floor. For a second he remains still, but then slowly raises his head. A pained expression across his toothy face betrays the sheer number of cracked ribs in his body.

". . . Half-Orc! Jump down the shaft and get away from that Fiend! I will heal your wounds and you can face him with us at your back!"

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Rhokon withdraws from the lip of the shaft above. Hey may have dropped his hand crossbow. He seems to have drawn his over-sized shield in front of him before disappearing from view.

“Do it now! Do it now!”

Hurgah is next.

Hrokon rolling for initative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Hrokon fires masterwork hand crossbow with a poison bolt and sneak attack beyond two range increments against a flat-footed Hurgah: 1d20 + 10 + 3 + 1 - 2 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 10 + 3 + 1 - 2 - 2 = 27 ("hits")

Potential damage from bolt with sneak attack:1d4 + 5d6 ⇒ (1) + (1, 1, 4, 6, 2) = 15 + poison ("applies")

Wow! That damage roll was worthy of Hal.
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As soon as the dwarf begins to call upon the wrath of his god, the ambusher above reacts. There is a soft click of a trigger followed by a whisper of a "twang". A tiny darkwood bolt flies down the shaft, striking the gigantic Hurgah right in the neck.

The Reaver wastes no time in clawing it out of his body, but he can smell that something foul and wet coats the bolt.

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OK! now something weird is going to happen and I'll need you all to continue to bear with me. For the moment, there is no need for Hurgah to deduct the 15 points of damage from his hit point total (or 13 after being reduced by his DR).

He does though need to make a DC 24 Fortitude save. It turns out Hrokon wasn't bluffing about the poison. It's a nasty one too.

Surprise Round Initiative Roll for Hrokon the Assailant versus Halstadt Morgrym, with a +4 bonus: 1d20 + 3 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 3 + 4 = 23

Sorry Hurgah but if you let him drop that crossbow and walk away I have to shoot him on general principle. :-)

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Dammit, Hal - quit messin' with my diplomacy roll :-D

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"You break him, none of you leave here alive," the voice answers. "This pyramid becomes your tomb."

Then he calls:"Hang tight little buddy, we'll have this straightened out real quick."

Rather than answer though, the now upside down and gagged Xaven simply begins to turn a deeper shade of red.

The ambusher makes no sign of lowering his "toy".

OOC:Are all orc avatars handsome red-heads?