"True - but that comes in due time. No need to rush." Altai nods to Harvak. "That I do not doubt. The Dreadwood's a strange place."
<shrugs>
"What the plan, Stiggy? We go in, kill them all, and loot?"
"What the plan, Stiggy? We go in, kill them all, and loot?"
"Aye, let's lae a body ay them livin' sae we can ask heem queschuns."
"OK, we go."
Gittik sets off towards the voices.
Okay. Gittik proceeds down the stairway. It goes down 20 feet east, and switches back on a 5foot by 10 foot landing, and goes down 15 feet west, turns south 5feet, and hits a hallway. The hall goes east 40 feet where it opens into a room. 15 feet inside THAT room, Gittik sees an elf(?) in chain shirt holding a bolt of cloth. The elf sees him also. To the west, this hallway opens into a 20 foot north wall by 25 foot west wall room.
THIS room appears empty.
The whole place is lit with torches.
Dimensions:A-U top; 1-6(right now) side grid
A-D 2-6 is the west room.
e1 is where the stairway deposits into the hallway from the north.
e2-m2 is the hallway.
at i3, there is a hall turning south.
N-U 1-2+ is the east room where the elf is.
The elf is at P2.
Initiative. Everybody can start their actions at E1.
(note: this is all natural caverns; stone floors, torch lit; just sticking to a squareish setup for ease of translation...)
I shit you not: you guys probably won initiative. The elf...rolled a 1.
Unless you tie.
You guys won initiative...
He's got two arms.
No, seriously; he has a longsword banging at his hip, and wears a chain shirt. He...looks elven, from a distance, and in shadowy lighting. He's depositing a big bolt of cloth on the ground to the north, when he sees Gittik peeking around the corner. Guy's got no pokerface whatsoever; he's not playing it off or anything. He's gonna start squawking.
Map expansion: When Gittik runs by the south hall at I2,....it goes I3, I4, curves east to J4 at least; you can hear the sea loudly from that hall, as well as more people.
Didn't anyone notice my old grid had no #3?
Stig moves to H2.
Harvak moves to G2.
Beldan hurries around the corner before ducking into the side passage. At I3 he attempts to hide in the shadows caused by the flickering torchlight and peer around the corner, his dagger drawn and ready.
Since it seems a little crowded down the passge for now, Becton will move to C2. He'll look around the small room there, while trying to keep an eye on the action.
"Hope someone's going to silence him before he alerts the whole complex to our presence..."Becton utters in stating the obvious.
Riese moves to J2 and concentrates on his wand, pointing it at the elf...
1d20 7=21 concentration, 1d20 3=17 ranged touch, 1d6 2=8 damage.
A missile of cold erupts from the wand and slams into the elf.
Riese blasts the elf or whatever it is with a blast of freezing ill humor from his wand. He looks at Riese; he was drawing a wand; covered with hoarfrost he emits a smoky breath and crumples to the ground.
Beldan finds a convenient shadowed alcove in the wall at his position and becomes of the sudden completely hidden, immersed in the darkness.
He can hear somebody at least, possibly just around the corner; he's breathing hard...
Altai; Elgan's round one go. Noone at this moment sees anymore foemen, but they are there.
In case DM Heathy keeps this rolling.
Altai pokes his head around the corner and spots the downed elf. "What just happened?"
Elgan moves to f2, turning into a wolf.
Is that it for Altai?
Two warriors come lumbering up the hall Beldan ducked down.
One is a tall northman in leather, with a battleaxe, who foams at the mouth. He moves to I2, and doesn't see Beldan in the alcove.
He smites Stiggy with a battleaxe, 8 in damage.
The second one, at I3, is....strange looking to say the least. Her skin is pale green, and long white hair in a bow down to the back of her calves. She's eerily beautiful, even though her eyes are black with white pupils.
She wears a floral silk shortrobe, and chain shirt, and has a katana.
Apparently she doesn't see Beldan either, for she's standing right in front of him, starting to gesture spells.
A human swordsman in leather with rapier and dirk confronts Gittik in the hall at square L2; he does stab Gittik with the rapier, and does 3 h.p. damage.
Round 2!
Do I have a clear shot at anyone at this point - Harvak and Stig looks like they might block a shot at the Northman?
Yeah. He's 7'6" tall. (heh heh...)
You get -4 to hit, but you can bust a cap in his ass.
Gittik's eyes bulge with fury, and he swings mightily, if inaccurately, at the rapier-wielding dandy.
Meh...it goes way high, over everybody's head, and into the wall above the door down the hallway.
Gittik's eyes bulge with fury, and he swings mightily, if inaccurately, at the rapier-wielding dandy.
The kukri misses; the scimitar hits but doesn't crit. Almost got the femoral vein; not quite.
The dandy shrieks as the berserk halfling opens up a wicked wound on his quadrucep. His powdered wig plops to the ground."You'll pay for that, you rapscallion!"
Then the dandy emits a nervous, high-pitched laugh (like Mozart in Amadeus) as the cleric's bolt hisses by overhead.
"You'll pay for that, you rapscallion!"
"Me no know what that mean, but you die for that!"
"Hah," retorts the preening poppinjay, "I'm just toying with you. Woe betide thee, little mouse, when the tiger tires of this trifling tit-a-tat."
ooh....he's getting inside your head...
"Me cut of your balls and, and... GAAAH!"
Harvak is unsure as to where to go (can I move?engage either the barbarian northman or the she-freak in the pretty dress?
You're hemmed in, Harvak...
you can throw an axe at the northman, or use your bow; either one at
-4; if you have a 10' reach weapon you could spank him with that.
The green girl has cover from the wall.
1d20 7=27 concentrate, 1d20 3=5 ranged touch. Damn.
Riese, in his excitement of being able to activate the wand, neglects to aim it very well at Gittik's attacker and freezes a small section of wall next to the man.
(lol) The first guy you dropped has a combat wand;....yeah, I think it's a cool addition to the game...I think the mechanics are pretty tight.
The pusillaminous peacock giggles at Riese's attack.
"Ha ha! If you ever learn to aim that thing, you meagre strumpet's waif, you might be dangerous."
"Ha ha! If you ever learn to aim that thing, you meagre strumpet's waif, you might be dangerous."
"Hey, Iron Rabbit Shit, this one know your mummy!"
Waif not wife, you degenerate beastlicker. Now concentrate on killing this moron so you can loot him for gifts for thy lovely Jane....
"Huh. This calls for stronger measures." Seeing that Stig and Gittik are taking a beating, Altai decides to even the odds a little. His hands twist and weave as he casts a spell...
“Hello lovely,” says Beldan in a low voice, sidling up to the exotic beauty, his dagger in her ribs. “You have my heart. Best stop with the spell or I’ll have yours. Surrender and you don’t get hurt, I promise.”
She looks at you.
"This is a most intriguing seppuku I commit...wherein I behead my second, who cuts the hara." Her voice sounds sonorous; baritone, and mighty like the growl of a lioness.
You don't know what the hell she's talking about, but you know she's drawing the long sword with her left hand.
She IS drawing steel.
Beldan’s too soft hearted – or too easily distracted by beautiful woman. He hesitates, doesn’t punch the shiv in straight away – and by the time he realizes that this woman means business, and will likely kill him, he’s lost his chance, she’s moved, and his desperate thrust merely slices her robe.
Harvak sends his throwing axe straight at the lumbering northern bersekering barbarian1d20+5=24-4=20 1d6+2=8
The axe hits him in the chest with a slurping thwack. He's still up, but the foaming at his mouth is now overwhelmed by gouting blood.
His eyes roll back in his head and he wails like a wounded wolf.
Elgan, having been distracted up till now by the constantly shifting forest of knees he finds him in, suddenly has a clear view between the hastily moving companions. He sees Beldan emerge from the shadows to place a knife at the ribs of the strange green skinned lady. (But hey, he usually wears a furskin coat, who is HE to judge?!?) He also sees that his friend seems to be somewhat enamored of her, as he doesn't seem to react as she draws her sword!
With feline grace, Elgan dodges past the legs of his shorter companions, and between the legs of his taller ones, to leap upon the green skinned lady with a savage roar!
Elgan ATTACK! (1d20 3=20, 1d6 3=7)
I'll tell you what--
that square, I2, is currently occupied by a berserk viking dude.
If Stiggy drops him on his attack this round, you do what you said, and that's that. You can occupy the space of a dropped dude.
If, however, Stiggy doesn't drop him, you can attempt to overrun him and knock him prone; however you can't attack her because overrunning is a standard action.
He'll also get an aoo on you.