STIGGY!!!
Aww, hell with it; I'll dmpc him once.
Stiggy chops at the foaming berserk with his dwarven waraxe.
r20nat r20--he hits right next to Harvak's axe and opens up a massive cavern in the guys' chest. So, yes; Elgan is now at i2, along with a pond of blood and a dead giant; he bit that katana-wielding lady.
She (1-50 Beldan, 51-100 Elgan) chops Beldan with a quick slash of her katana; 10 h.p. in damage.
The ass with the rapier and dirk goes at Gittik; both times missing the raging badgerboy.
ROUND 3!!!
"See, my little Puffin?" he tells Gittik; "I'm having a fun time whittling away at you. I'll soon tire of this though. Make your peace with whatever wretched little rodent deity your kind worship."
The battle rages on...
Gittik hacks away at his epigram-toting foe.
"Who laughing now, huh?!"
1d20 7=24 Concentrate, 1d20 3=14 ranged touch, 1d6 3=7 damage.
Riese seems to have good focus on the wand's activation and fires off another arctic blast.
My bed time approaches. If he can Stig will try to kill someone: Attack, damage: (1d20 8=19, 1d10 4=6).
Gittik's foe isn't talking. He's lieing on the ground, spraying blood.
Stiggy slashes the greenskinned swordswoman around the corner, and Riese blasts her with freezing pain. She still stands, but she is direly harried.
Appearing in a puff of lavender-scented smoke, the celestial beetle sinks its mandibles into the woman's midsection.
The beetle does the samurai in; she drops bleeding on the floor. It then skitters to L2, past Riese and Gittik.
Becton calls out, "If you need patching, say so...otherwise I'll have a hard time sorting wounds in all this blood spatter."
By the way, he's been standing in the room opposite everyone else all this time...did he notice anything in there...or was he just too focused on combat and all?
Gittik's at 12 h.p. of max 24
Beldan's at 2 h.p. of 12
Stiggy took 8 h.p. dmg from the berserker...
The room looks totally deserted of anything; it is as nature initially imagined it.
There's a few tidepools scattered amongst the stalagtites and stalagmites; pretty murky water.
Harvak moves to I4.
Wiping blood off himself.
"Wa diz fowk hae tae bleed a' place when ye chop them tae pieces? 'At fellow's bluid sprayed nigh tae th' ceilin'."
Still on initiative... ;)
Gittik's at 12 h.p. of max 24
Beldan's at 2 h.p. of 12
Stiggy took 8 h.p. dmg from the berserker...
Gittik - two wand shots for you:
1d8+1=6, 1d8+1=9Beldan - 1d8+1=7
Stig - Healing Spell (1d8+2=7)
Everybody's healed up...
F+*~it. You guys search the dropped guys and get
masterwork rapier(duelist)
masterwork dagger(duelist)
masterwork chain shirt(samurai)
masterwork katana(samurai)
masterwork battleaxe(berserk northman)
About 400 gold pieces in coin and other stuff.
there's...somebody in the room where the elf fell; you can't get to the elf yet.
The smack-talking rapier wielder is gone, as is the berserk northman, but the chick is still alive; you can stabilize her wounds pretty quick.
From the room that the rapier-wielder came from, you hear frantic whispers.
From the hall that the berserk and the samurai came down, you hear screams and fighting, then you hear a booming voice bellowing,
"ORCUS!!! OOOOOOOR-CUUUUUUUSSSSS!!!
Top of initiative; you guys' move.
“Thanks Becton,” Beldan looks up from where he was huddling on the floor, nursing his half hacked off arm, and grins weakly. “Almost good as new.”
He turns to the green woman, lying bleeding on the ground. “She’s not dead yet. We might be able to … ask her what’s going on … feisty as she is.” (Beldan seems to have a thing for psychos).
“Now … lets get you out of that chainmail shirt,” he mutters, trying to access her most serious wounds, after kicking her sword behind him, out of her reach into the alcove.
A moment later his playing doctor is interrupted by a booming yell from further down the corridor.
“Uh oh…”
On his turn, he drags himself and the woman out of the corridor into the alcove to allow the others to get past.
Gittik has a quick peek round the corner from N2 into the room the whispering is coming from.
The room continues 15 feet down from the hall entrance on the north/south wall, and completes a rectangle.
There's two more in here: one is a tall human with all gold teeth, dressed in the robes of the Scarlet Brotherhood.
The other is a halfling female guttersnipe.
There's bolts of cloth lining the north wall, and kegs of something lining the south wall, and a table at r-s 3.
They're at r4(Tall monk) and s4(halfling).
The wounds of the greenskinned samurai aren't gushing any more.
masterwork rapier(duelist)
masterwork dagger(duelist)
masterwork chain shirt(samurai)
masterwork katana(samurai)
masterwork battleaxe(berserk northman)
About 400 gold pieces in coin and other stuff.
Top of initiative; you guys' move.
I can't even get into that room with my move. Move to L2.
Stiggy waddles down the hall to back Gittik's play.
Riese; Elgan; Altai...Becton's at I3, behind Harvak, after the healings.
If needed, Becton will finish Beldan's efforts and patch the green woman up for further questioning later...it seems.
Standing by otherwise to see what mayhem happens next...
"There two more here!"
Gittik misses the monk.
There's only Elgan left to go in this round; really not sure if you want him to go help Gittik or head down the hall with Harvak, or I'd dmpc something real quick...
Can't tell where people are anymore. I only placed the ones that stated their positions. From reading back it seems that some people are in the same squares, like Beldan and Becton.
meh...Elgan runs up, under the table at r3, and bites the monk.
He misses.
The monk punches Gittik twice; misses both times.
The halfling stabs at Elgan; hits; Elgan takes 3 h.p. damage.
Allright; new round.
Moves his max to P3.
Can't tell where people are anymore. I only placed the ones that stated their positions. From reading back it seems that some people are in the same squares, like Beldan and Becton.
Altai's at E1.
Stiggy's at L2.Riese is at J2.
Gittik is at q3.
Elgan is at r3 under the table.
Beldan is in an alcove to the west, off of I3
Becton is at I3.
Harvak is at I4.
There's a human monk at R4, and a halfling rogue at s4.
Moves his max to P3.
Stiggy looks down at the "elf." He's not dead, but he's not doing anything.
He actually looks more like a drow/human half elf, with ashy gray skin.He has a combat wand and a masterwork longsword on his belt. He wears a totally undamaged chain shirt.
Stiggy looks down at the "elf." He's not dead, but he's not doing anything.
"Doon git up, laddie."
Thanks mate
>>>>>UPDATED MAP<<<<<
Indeed...thanks!
Assuming that the green woman is stable, and won't be going anywhere soon, Becton moves to N3 to provide support (and crossbow) as needed for now.
Gittik has at the monk once more.
"Why's everyone headed that way?" Beldan asks Harvak, gesturing back up the passage. "The scary sounding guy is that way," pointing down the passage.
"Because we don't want anyone flanking us with a surprise attack.."
The monk takes a lungwound from the kukri; somehow he manages teeteringly to fight on.
From down the hallway you hear, "HA HA!!! GROG!!! GROG AND MUTTON!!! HUR HUR HUR!!!
This is round five, so I guess Gittik has next round before his rage peters out.
Beldan will delay until Harvak goes. If Harvak heads down the passage towards “Orcus”, Beldan will tail him.
ORRRRRR-CUUUUUUUUS!!!
Altai sprints down the corridor and picks up the quasi-elf's fancy firearm. "What have we stumbled into?", he asks nobody in particular.
"Mmmm - smell nice."
Altai sprints down the corridor and picks up the quasi-elf's fancy firearm. "What have we stumbled into?", he asks nobody in particular.
It's a fakeywand(tm) of ice, 1d4. In the discussion thread, post #270, fakey put up a spoiler with the goods on them.
The monk goes down under the pinscers of the heavenly arthropod.
Riese moves towards the voice screaming Orcus and, if he sees him, fires off his wand-1d20 7=22 concentrate, 1d20 3=20 ranged touch, 1d6 2=4 damage.
the hall winds to I4, J4, K4,5,6,7 and into a seacave that occupies k-p 8-14. at squares "15" is the ocean. Riese gets to k7 and fires off his 2 attacks.
At LMN 12 is a boat overturned; the remnants of two savaged smugglers, torn limb from limb, are draped over it. l-p rank 8 is taken up with 20 casks of brandy. At NO 10-11 stands a merrow, an aquatic ogre. He wields a heavy flail with a skull-shaped metal ball on a chain. His arm is inserted through the back end of a medium hammerhead shark, sans dorsal fin, pectoral fins, and tail; it serves as a ghastly shield.