Makoa lets loose a furious roar and steps closer to the enemy.
Makoa's attack is roughly as effective as his opponent's have been so far, which is to say, not at all. Together, however, the two of them might just bring the shoddy old mission down entirely...
Hezekiah climbs the stairs to G11 and tries to take in the situation, readying an action to cast Charm Person on anyone who approaches with hostile intent.
The skinny guy who just tried to stab Jugger decides that the sailor's club looks like it might hurt if it lands, and so turns tail and runs. When he gets to the intersection, though, he looks one way, seeing Hezekiah and Clifford, and looks the other, spotting Makoa and Jagor, and comes to a shocked halt. “Boss! They're everywhere!”
The mission bell stops ringing, and from a doorway at the end of the other hall, a scrawny looking fellow with a three-legged dog at his heels appears in the hall. The dog begins barking incessantly at the new arrivals, while his owner draws his rapier.
Ghorum comes crashing up the stairs in his armor, making enough noise to cause people in the street to think the bell had started ringing again. “Trouble f'r sure!” he shouts, with apparent glee.
Jugger hears more scraping from beyond the door to his left, and then it opens, revealing a shorter fellow, his face covered in scars and tattoos. He also has a rapier out, and he tries to stab Jugger with it at once; the point simply scrapes across Jugger's armor without slipping through, however. Behind the scar-faced man, Jugger can see an elf with a longbow, aimed more or less directly at him.
Still in his defensive posture, the man in the rags and patches makes another attempt to slip past Jugger. Even wounded, though, it's just not that easy to get past the broad-shouldered cleric.
“Dammit, boss, lemme at 'im!” the teenager yells in frustration, forced to once again stab around the doorframe toward Jugger. The awkward angle, however, means Jugger can easily turn the attack aside with his club.
Out by the stairs, the half-orc with the morningstar turns his attention to Makoa, and this time his blow hits not carpentry but flesh, hammering the barbarian . He laughs, shouting in Orc,
Still in his defensive posture, the man in the rags and patches makes another attempt to slip past Jugger. Even wounded, though, it's just not that easy to get past the broad-shouldered cleric.
"Yah!" bellows Jugger as he takes a swipe at the ragman. "Looks like I tipped the rats from th'bilge!"
Jagor attempts once again to slip past the star-wielder. Acrobatics 1d20+7=20
Jagor attempts once again to slip past the star-wielder. Acrobatics 1d20+7=20
As Jagor rolls away from the warrior, he accidentally leaves an opening, and the morningstar wielder pounces on it ruthlessly, hammering him .
Around the corner, the elf lets fly an arrow, trying to shoot around his fellow gang member at Jugger. The attempt is completely ineffective, however, and the arrow flies down the hall to embed itself in the wall at the end of the corridor, just over the skinny thief's head.
Clifford move to H10 and tries vainly to stab the youth
Around the corner, the elf lets fly an arrow, trying to shoot around his fellow gang member at Jugger.
"Merciful Desna!" Jugger shouts as the arrow whizzes passed. "Look'ere! I was just wantin' t'speak with yer raggy-man boss - it's no need t'pin me t'the hull! Seein' he's called you lads t'fight is a bit disturbin' t'that plan, though."
Jugger brings his club up and around once more, aiming to put the patchwork figure to rest.
As the skinny man at the hallway intersection ducks away from the arrow, the movement disrupts Clifford's aim, so that the halfling stabs only air. Jugger manages to draw more blood from the scalp of the ragged, patch-cloaked man, and he grunts in pain. At the other end of the hallway, Makoa's mighty swing comes within a hair's-breadth of striking his opponent, but is just a bit too wild to make contact.
As the skinny man at the hallway intersection ducks away from the arrow, the movement disrupts Clifford's aim, so that the halfling stabs only air. Jugger manages to draw more blood from the scalp of the ragged, patch-cloaked man, and he grunts in pain. At the other end of the hallway, Makoa's mighty swing comes within a hair's-breadth of striking his opponent, but is just a bit too wild to make contact.
Hezekiah tries to even out the odds somewhat and casts Grease on H7, H8, I7 and I8, trying to figure out if Jugger is friend or foe.
Correction: Cast Daze on Clifford's adversary.
Correction: Cast Daze on Clifford's adversary.
The skinny man shrieks as a glob of acid burns its way through his trousers and sears an ugly red-black patch into his skin. "Mage!" he shouts. "Mage!" Assuming a defensive posture, rapier weaving and feet moving rapidly back and forth, he tries to pull back from Hezekiah and Clifford .
The guy with the dog rushes toward Jagor, apparently hoping speed and surprise will help to catch the half-orc off-guard. As wild as his attacks are, however, Jagor dodges with exceptional ease. (The dog, however, stays at the end of the hall, barking.)
Over on the stairs, Ghorum looks around a little blearily, then grins. His form wavers - almost as though any onlookers were intoxicated and having trouble focusing on him - and suddenly, he is standing in the hallway, just where the skinny gang member had been a moment before. "Let's try that again, lads!" he calls out, raising his holy symbol and calling out, "Pour out your blessings on your thirsty flock, O Accidental One!" He then steps into the hall and readies his mace, turning to examine Jugger. "And who're you, lad?" he calls out.
The scarred man in the doorway makes another stab at Jugger, but the sailor deflects it easily. The man in the patched cloak wipes blood from his eyes and steps backward , looking angry. He pulls a crystalline flask from within his cloak and drains it, then produces a knife and takes on a fighting stance. Before he can close, though, the younger man in the doorway steps out into the hall, followed by the balding fellow, who now looms in the doorway. Freed from the confines of the room, the teenager's stroke is much sharper, and cuts Jugger deeply . At the same time, the balding man stabs in as well, but the attack is wide.
Facing off against Makoa, the half-orc with the morningstar makes another wild, angry attack, but nothing comes of it, save for an old and faded painting crashes to the floor from the wall next to the barbarian.
For my action:
Earth Breaker, Raging, Power Attack 1 (1d20+6=23, 2d6+11=16)
"WAAAAA!!!!" Makoa roars as he swings his mighty hammer.
Jagor continues to dodge and weave, keeping the dog's owner off of Makoa's back.
"We have company, Makoa. Jagor watch your back."
As Jagor ducks as weaves around the rapier from the guy with the dog, the elf fires another arrow down the hallway, whizzing past Jugger and ruffling the hair in Ghorum's beard, but not accomplishing much else of interest.
Clifford looks at the skinny one and says 'You should go sit this fight out here friend if you want to survive your wounds'
He then delays to see hpw the man react
Since I want to be diplomatic , I'll forego my attack :)
"And who're you, lad?" he calls out.
"Name's Jugger," replies the big man as he tries to bludgeon the spear-weilding youth.
"I'd elaborate, but as ye can see..." He says as he flickers from sight, reappearing a split-second later."... I'm a might busy at the moment"
The skinny guy looks uncertainly back and forth between Clifford and Hezekiah, then says, "All right..." He moves toward the windows, raising his hands.
"Coward!" roars the half-orc with the morningstar, but the word is largely cut off by a scream of pain and rage as Makoa's earthbreaker finds its target at last, sending a spray of blood and filling the air withthe sound of breaking bones. Though the warrior still stands, he seems almost on the verge of collapse.
Around the corner, Jugger produces much the same effect on the teenager , pummeling him mercilessly before teleporting a short distance away to catch his breath. The youth still stands, but he seems to be holding onto consciousness by the thinnest of threads.
Clifford stop delaying then and move to K10 flanking the half orc
His attack is not as successful he could hope for but at least he give a +2 to attack to Makoa
Hezekiah tries to finish off the half-orc, thinking that even the searing acid is more merciful (and leaves less of a stain) than Makoa's earthbreaker.
Hezekiah's blast catches the warrior in the back, searing into his spine. The attack seems to be the last straw, and he collapses to the floor, unconscious and bleeding to death.
The skinny guy cowers in the corner where Clifford directed him, staring with wide and terrified eyes at the bloodied body of the half-orc on the floor of the corridor.
The guy with the dog makes another attempt at stabbing Jagor, but it is no more effective than his last try.
Ghorum apparently decides that Jugger is a friend, or at least an ally, under the circumstances. He steps into the doorway, chanting "As chance laid its hand on you, O Cayden, lay your hand on this man." A pale blu glow wraps around his outstreched hand, and he places it on Jugger's arm. Jugger feels his wounds begin to close .
The scarred man steps out into the hallway, hoping to catch Ghorum off-guard, but his attack is so off-target Ghorum doesn't even have to move in order for it to miss.
The man with patched cloak steps up, but his way is blocked by his scarred ally. He swears under his breath, then attempts to slip past the scarred face and move past Ghorum, but fails. Ghorum knocks him backward, where he becomes entangled with his ally and falls to the ground .
Jugger and Ghorum hear a door open at the end of the hall around the corner, and a wavering, elderly voice say, "Balston? Balston, what's going on out here?"
The balding man appears at the corner and stabs again, this time toward Ghorum, but misses once more.
"Makoa do nice work. This man want to talk to Makoa now."
Jagor steps back from the man attacking him to give Makoa room to swing his earthbreaker.
The elf sends another arrow whipping down the corridor. Jugger thinks it was probably aimed at Ghorum, but it actually gets closest to hitting the skinny guy in the corner.
Clifford shouts ; 'Jagor !' : He then indicate to go downstairs
Doublemove to J11 downstairs going past Hezekiah
He steps into the doorway, chanting "As chance laid its hand on you, O Cayden, lay your hand on this man." A pale blu glow wraps around his outstreched hand, and he places it on Jugger's arm. Jugger feels his wounds begin to close .
"Gods bless ye, Brother! First round's on me!"
Seeing the ragman fall, Jugger decides to take this opportunity to try and keep him there.
Earth Breaker, Rage, Power Attack 1 (1d20+6=15, 2d6+11=18)
"Me have nothing to say. But Koth want to meat you."
Clifford disappears down the stairs, while around the corner Jugger tries and fails to strike the cloaked man on the ground - even on the floor, the figure rolls and twists out of the way of the blow.
Makoa turns his full attention on the man with the dog, with bloody and lethal results - the barbarian's earthbreaker crushes the life from the man's body, dropping him bonelessly to the floor. The dog gives an agonized howl, rushing forward to stand atop the body, alternately licking the man's dead hands and growling and barking at Makoa.
Hezekiah watches the halfing rush past him, shaking his head in confusion, before slowly making his way down the hall to the interaction of the two corridors. Seeing the thugs facing off against Ghorum, he reaches into his pouch and draws forth a small bit of butter, wrapped in wax. He crushes it between his fingers, pointing down the hall and saying loudly, "Fett!" A spray of grease appears on the floor and walls at the bend in the hallway, splashing through the open door at the far end of the hall. Though the scarfaced man manages to keep his feet, there is a heavy thud as the balding man drops heavily to the ground.
Ghorum booms out a laugh, trying to hit the ragpatch figure while the man lies on the ground. If anything, though, the greasy covering makes him harder to hit, it seems, as the cloaked figure slips sideways and avoids the dwarf's attack. Ghorum then takes a step back, making an "after you" gesture toward Jugger.
Carefully maintaining his balance, the scarfaced thief takes a step forward for another stab at Ghorum. It's an attack with a lot of effort behind it, but not much accuracy.
The cloaked figure carefully rises to his feet , then tries a slash at the sailor through the doorway. The attack finds a weak spot in Jugger's armor .
The balding man rises slowly to his feet as well, but can't do much beyond that.
"Heh. He never forget that meating, Makoa. Heh."
Jagor sees Clifford's motion and moves down the stairs to meet him
"Heh. He never forget that meating, Makoa. Heh."
Jagor sees Clifford's motion and moves down the stairs to meet him
The elf archer wastes another arrow trying to shoot past his allies to hit Ghorum.
Clifford move to P10 downstairs while saying to Jagor
'We are bottled in this corridor . Maybe we can climb up a window on the other side but we'll have to be stealthy '
Clifford move to P10 downstairs while saying to Jagor
'We are bottled in this corridor . Maybe we can climb up a window on the other side but we'll have to be stealthy '
"Jagor know Clifford have plan. Jagor lift Clifford to window?"
Carefully maintaining his balance, the scarfaced thief takes a step forward for another stab at Ghorum.
"Surely yer dear sainted mother told ye to ne'er hit a man'o'th'cloth, yeh?"
"Might be why she'us cryin' when I left her this mornin', you'n yer disrespect."
Charge, Earth Breaker, Rage, Power Attack 1 (1d20+8=20, 2d6+11=13)
Makoa charges the enemy, wildly swinging his Earth Breaker as hard as he can, hoping to connect for a swift finish.
Seeing the tight passage, Ghorum shouts to Hezekiah, "Make way for the hammer!"
Hezekiah takes a step back and readies an action when Makoa runs past. Ghorum does the same , which allows Makoa to run up the hallway and turn the corner, his earthbreaker already swinging. Both Hezekiah and Ghorum touch him as he runs past, . As he sprints, Ghorum calls out, "The sailor's on our side! Leastways, I think he is..." The scarfaced man stares in horror at the charging half-orc, but can do nothing except issue a short scream before the earthbreaker crashes down on him, killing him instantly.
It seems to become immediately clear to the man in the patched cloak who the real danger is, and he immediately turns his dagger on Makoa . Shaken by the force of the half-orc's attack, however, the dagger strike is weak and awkward, threatening to take some of Jugger's beard but nothing of Makoa's flesh.
The balding man steps carefully up behind the ragpatch man, though he looks fearfully over his shoulder at the elf archer. Nevertheless, he makes an attempt at hitting Jugger that misses wildly.