10's a miss... you just don't hate him enough.
Idiot. That bug's not going to last long. Altai snickers to himself as Swertlow drops his weapon and yields, apparently terrified of the un-natural insect. Moments after the bandit's sword hits the ground, the celestial insect melts away in a cloud of sweet-smelling incense.
Holding his innards in with one hand, and his loaded crossbow with the other. Beldan plants his back against the wall of the house, his feet against the stone fence before him, and initiates a weird sort of tumbling climb in through the drapes of the open window behind and above him (ground floor), groaning something about vile assassins the whole time.
Once within the house, he looks about him, particularly looking for doors, stairs, or grannies.
If he sees Granny:
If instead he sees a door or a stair, he staggers towards it, being careful that he’s not leaving a trail of blood.
Gittik watches the supernatural beetle disspate with some relief. He considers butchering Lord Swertlowe - especially easy now he is weaponless - but decides that it might not be the done thing in the human lands.
"You stay here," he snarls, spraying bloody spittle at the human, and heads for the house and the shooter. Beldan might be deaf, blind and stupid, but he part of the tribe now.
You run up the trail a ways. There's a cleric of Pelor (Becton) working a crossbow. He looks surprised at you, until the girl says, "he's with us. He saved me from some bandits, but he's hurt."
The cleric heals the halforc...7 h.p.!!!
Becton is taken aback for a second - reaching for his mace. The girl's reassurances relax his hand and heals the large man who has appeared before him.
Meh name is Harvak. What troubles you people? who are these men?
"Hello friend...these thugs are forcing this young lady's kinfolk out of her home; apparently for their own gain. They were threatening her, and we acted to defend her...if you're looking to help, I suggest that you either help the dwarf there, or that wood elf over there. Otherwise most of us are outside the courtyard these men were blocking."
With that, Becton rushes towards Beldan's cries of pain - hoping to provide some healing support. If he comes across a minion blocking his path, he'll try to get a mace shot in before moving on.
"Beldan, helps on the way...where are you, lad?"
You can't break through the line AND attack, but you get to q13 right behind the dwarf who's also hurt. Your attack misses the guy in leather and shield who's going after the shapeshifting elven druid.(working)
Me too, dude!
Idiot. That bug's not going to last long. Altai snickers to himself as Swertlow drops his weapon and yields, apparently terrified of the un-natural insect. Moments after the bandit's sword hits the ground, the celestial insect melts away in a cloud of sweet-smelling incense.
That's a miss; can't see the sniper.
Holding his innards in with one hand, and his loaded crossbow with the other. Beldan plants his back against the wall of the house, his feet against the stone fence before him, and initiates a weird sort of tumbling climb in through the drapes of the open window behind and above him (ground floor), groaning something about vile assassins the whole time.
Once within the house, he looks about him, particularly looking for doors, stairs, or grannies.
If he sees Granny: ** spoiler omitted **
If instead he sees a door or a stair, he staggers towards it, being careful that he’s not leaving a trail of blood.
You're in a side room to the entrance hall. Granny's standing at the doorway; "what the HELL! 'Cobdammit! Don't you know how to use the door? Wha! Assassin? What the hell are you....hey, oh, Cob dammit! You're bleeding all over the Cobdamned place! Here, drink this!"
She hands you a potion of blue milk like what Luke Skywalker was drinking in Star Wars.
Gittik watches the supernatural beetle disspate with some relief. He considers butchering Lord Swertlowe - especially easy now he is weaponless - but decides that it might not be the done thing in the human lands.
"You stay here," he snarls, spraying bloody spittle at the human, and heads for the house and the shooter. Beldan might be deaf, blind and stupid, but he part of the tribe now.
Gittik busts up in the front door.
"What the!!! Who let that little ape in here?!? You little Chim Chim!" She looks at Beldan, who's healed up to max from the nice potion. "Is that your 'Cobdamned Chim Chim?!? He better not s!*! all over my carpet."She's a little upset, a lot nearsided, somewhat dementia precog, and just NOT in a good mood in general.
Allrighty--turns left are Riese, Harvak, and Eltan this round.
“Granny, Granny! I’m not with Swertalot outside, I’m with your Bitha. Please don’t turn me into anything unnatural! You have some freakish raven headed assassin in the upper floor! … uh, sorry about the window and the blood,” Beldan adds sheepishly, feeling like an orphan schoolboy caught doing something improper again.
“Oh! Blue milk … thanks, but I … oh, ok, yes ma’am!” Beldan drinks down his milk, which heals up his belly wound, popping the crossbow bolt out on the floor.
“No, that’s Gittik, he’s frien – well, no, he’s a goo – well, um, he’s with me. He’s housetrained … I think. Anyway, there was this feathery bird man upstairs, he’s the one who shot me!”
"Feathery bird man? Are you nuts? Oh allright! Leave me alone. I'll be in the kitchen.
Looks like Bitha's brought her little friends to play.
SOMEBODY'S gotta cook 'Cobdamned breakfast around here!
You two children, play nice upstairs. AND NO SLIDING DOWN THE BANNISTER, or I'll beat you 3 shades of blue!!! You'll need a bucket of that milk when I'm done with ya!!!"
She turns and heads to the back of the house, toward the kitchen. There's a staircase running up the left (south) wall of this entranceway.
"And don't let your little babboon s*~! all over my carpet!!!"
:)
Elgan sighs in relief as the huntsmistress' blessing takes hold. And promptly ducks as the large, smelly human steps in wildly taking another swing at him. The swing misses the shorter elf and rings loudly off of the archway.
Elgan slowly straightens back up, and slowly, deliberately, tilts his head and cracks his neck.
Twice.
"Alrigh' den. Les try dat dance agin'." The elf says with a feral smile. IN a blink he shimmers once more, and in his place stands a grey wolf with the same feral grin. The wolf barks and leaps at the human, his jaws snapping audibly as they seek to penetrate his foes defenses.
Elgan's to Hit/Dmg rolls: (1d20+3=15, 1d6+3=9)
"Granny, me come, kill enemies of you! Me kill shooting person upstairs!" bellows Gittik, eyes still rolling with battle-lust.
Moving gracefully for such a stout being, his hips and body turning with the swing of his axe, the blade arcs toward his opponent yet again...
Attack: 1d20 5=25, Damage: 1d10 4=13
[ED: had some IC problems, wasn't showing my results after the first roll....?]
...and it finds flesh.
Elgan's foe goes down under the fangs of the wolf.
Just the two on Stiggy left fighting outside.
Swertlowe seems preoccupied with treating his wounds from the heavenly beetle.
And, of course, the shooter.
Riese!!! Harvak!!!
You can't break through the line AND attack, but you get to q13 right behind the dwarf who's also hurt. Your attack misses the guy in leather and shield who's going after the shapeshifting elven druid.(working)
So...whenever my turn comes around again:
Since Elgan's foe is down, Becton will:
A)Attack one of Stigwold's opponents, assuming they are reachable and not dead by then.
If applicable:
B)Otherwise, he'll take a moment to cast some healing on the injured dwarf.
Right on! I'll keep that in mind; it'll prolly wrap up the combat tonight, then some rp'ing-type stuff and bookkeeping for a day or two; this way we can slow down, let everybody say stuff, and whatnot; I can plot the next move...(unless I have another sick idea driving home from work).
lol
I'm at max hits, although the nose is still broken.
lolI'm at max hits, although the nose is still broken.
Well...I have 4 ranks in Healing...we can always snap that back at some point...it may hurt a bit;-)
lol
I'm at max hits, although the nose is still broken.
You took a hit for 5 from one of the goons. You're shocking, man!!! ;) One of the warriors hit ya.
Oh, yah, last page.
It's been a long week. I'm perpetually dazed and confused, and it'll probably last another week.
Stig: 9/14 HP.
Can't I use a SURGE?
;)
If that last guy is standing after his next hit Stig is gonna point at him and shout "YIELD!"
Right on...
Riese reloads and readies an action to fire at the anyone who remains that makes a violent-looking move.
The two warriors fighting the dwarf back off a bit. The dwarf gives his aforementioned order; they look at him, and the new arrived beastial colossus covered in gore, then at the cleric, yield blades, and hope for the best as they put hands on heads.
Out of the british first story window, a crowheaded man jumps, hits the ground with an acrobatic roll, and runs for the woods like the host of hell is at his back.
Anybody who wants to gets one free potshot at the kenku, otherwise combat is over. I'll prolly divvy up experience points at home in a few 4-5 hours.
Also, here's a fun diversion for inside Granny's house.
Pick a number between 1 and 3, then roll percentile dice, and I'll tell you what you see.
Again, though,....I'll tell you at home; it will in no ways damage your characters.
1d20+3=9, 1d8=7
Imbillie Moltio Explirius!!
Damn, my crossbow is crap and that idiot wizard must've written down that spell incorrectly. No worries, I should be able to decipher the.....*trails off in a talk about magical formulae and theorum*.
He then reloads his crossbow, walks up to Swertlowe's corpse and fires a bolt, point blank, through the back of his head. "Too stupid to live, I suppose. Natural selection is a bit*h, ain't she, Swerty?"
Riese then starts stripping the dead of gear, starting with ol' Swert-bag.
Swertlowe's not dead; Aub showed him mercy. You can eximicute him if you want to.
The elf-turned-wolf sees the bird-man leap from the window and hit the ground running. HE watches, growling, as Reice takes a shot at it but misses. Then he is off like a crossbow bolt himself, tearing past his new comrades and after the Kenku.
Elgan's 'doggie-tackle' roll on the Kenku: (1d20 2=7)
He's got a bolt in him; bleeding out.
I was healing the dwarf previously...so any chance I can take a shot? I'm skeptical but it never hurts to ask.
I was healing the dwarf previously...so any chance I can take a shot? I'm skeptical but it never hurts to ask.
woah...just got back from voting. You crit him; hit him in the head.
He's roadkill.I gotta go get food; I'll work up experience and treasure from the brouhaha in a couple hours.
You guys have Swertlowe and two human bandits captive.
Again, walking around Granny's house, you can pick a number 1,2, or 3, and roll percentile dice, and I'll tell you what you see.
Again, nothing harmful will happen to your characters as a direct or indirect result of this roll.
Again, walking around Granny's house, you can pick a number 1,2, or 3, and roll percentile dice, and I'll tell you what you see.
Again, nothing harmful will happen to your characters as a direct or indirect result of this roll.
Swertlowe's not dead; Aub showed him mercy. You can eximicute him if you want to.
Yes, I do that...
Pick 1
Percentile: 79%
Pick 1
Percentile: 79%
Of course, he and Gittik are upstairs at the moment, searching for the kenku - so he's in no position to object in person.
Stiggy will lift his axe at the first hint of execution.
After poking around upstairs for a bit, Beldan realises that the bird-man has flown, and soon returns downstairs and back into the yard to see what is going on.
Okay!!!
375 xp each for the fight
There's 324 g.p. in coin and easily salable items, as well as
a masterwork 2h maqahuitl (a great club that does x3 on crit)
and
a masterwork falchion (formerly Swertlowes)
Additionally, each partymember gets 450 g.p. from Granny's collection. This can be any item from the PHB that could reasonably fit in her house barring livestock and boats, and any masterwork, cold iron, or alchemical silver weapon is available. Party may also pick potions or scrolls from the DMG, max 2nd level spell on the scrolls. Of course you can give your loot away, you just can't combine moneys to buy something over the 450 g.p. limit, or the 2nd level spell limit.
Also, there's a masterwork greatsword replica of the sword Black Razor. It is magical, however it is only dwoemered to look like a blade of starry night sky. This is available for one of the 450 g.p. loot shares.
Granny collected the throwaway items of at least 10 adventuring parties over the years, so any masterwork, cold iron, or alchemical silver weapon imaginable is available.
Her house is an odd blend of Grandma nick nacks ( tea cups, glass menageries, wyvernskin doilies) and the generally bizarre. Knocking around in Granny's house, you see:
Beldan: 3-79: "huge elaborate xorn puppet held aloft by a pole,"
Altai: 3-2: "a knitted nightmare with red wool flames,"
Stig: 2-93: "crystal that generates a diminutive illusion of a dragon when light shines on it,"
Gittik: 2-93 REPLACE DRAGON WITH NEKKID LADY!!!
Becton: 1-79: "a selection of rusty bent saws."
All the above rolled for useless items were from Richard Pett in Dungeon 121 and 142, and Lawrence Kapture's Wizardly Knick-Knacks in Dungeon 140, except for the NEKKID LADY--that's all me.
Boy, I'm glad it disappeared the first time I typed that post.