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If Ignatio's bluff fails - and I strongly suspect it will - I'll hex Dravago with Misfortune while also drawing a flask of acid from my pack.
I draw my axe and attempt to intimidate the tieflings nearest to me, in an attempt to stall the conflict.
Chompsky to assist
The armored half-orc draws his greatsword and casts a spell, red runes bursting into existence around his wrists.
Wat then draws his weapon, causing the tielfling in front of him to become visibly rattled as Chompsky growls.
The shaken trielfling stands in place unsure whether or not he should attack. Meanwhile Dravago swings at Ignatio and Ostenso flees into the main room and casts a spell. Dravago hits Ignatio , possibly interrupting his spell .
The two tiefling behind the party move forward and swinging maces at Krazga. Both hit uselessly off his heavy armor.
Euphemi's curse affects Dravago.
Krazga
Wat
Tiefling
Euphemi
Ignatio (concentration please)
With a roar I swing my great sword at Tiefling #2!
Edit: And with an overhead chop, take a big chunk out of the ceiling.
I 5-foot step to N10 and power attack Dravago.
Chompsky attempts to bring down Tiefling #3
Trip attempt:
From where I am, I cast burning hands due west, sending a gout of flame past my new found ally into the two tieflings.
I then draw a flask of acid from my belt pouch.
Round 1
Krazga swings his sword wildly, but in his haste he hits it off the cieling and jarrs his hands.
Wat however, has far more luck and steps forward slashing at Dravago and leaving a deep gash in his calf. Chompsky also bites his foe, though he cannot drag the now bleeding tiefling to the ground, but he does seem to be woozy from the bite.
The tieflings then lash out in attack, two attack Krazga and fail, two attack Ignatio, one landing a blow , finally one tiefling and Dravago attack Wat. He receives a blow from the tielfing and still reeling gets slashed by Dravago's claws.
Finally Ostenso casts magic missile on Ignatio.
Leaning around the sorehanded and cursing Krazga, Euphemi unleashes a wall of flame, both teiflings are affected fully, but seem resistant.
Finally Ignatio's spell fails, disastrously, and a fiendish centipedem appears and bites at him, but narrowly missing before dissappearing back to hell. Shaken by his failure, but dedicated, he calls out for courage in his allies.
I take my axe in both hands and, with a might overhead chop, lunge for Dravago.
Chompsky, mirroring my savagery, goes straight for the throat of deformed bandit lieutenant.
I five foot step to N7 in order to cover Euphemi, and then strike at Tiefling number 2 again with my great sword.
Round 3
Krazga moves, repositioning himself before taking a much more measured strike at his foe, this time he hits hard, disembowelling the tiefling with brutal force.
Wat and Chompsky have far less luc failing to land their respective attacks.
The tieflings try to retaliate, one attacks each of Krazga, hitting him in the side , Ignatio, failing to hit, Wat, and Chompsky, again failing as the dog lunges under his weapon, the battered and shaken tiefling then falls unconcious. Dravago lashes out at Wat, breaking one finger on his shield, however his other clawed talon strikes the andoran .
Finally Ostenso casts magic missile on Ignatio once more.
Euphemi aids her new protector by casting a hex on the opposing tiefling, who is now cursed with misfortune.
Ignatio then moves forth with his rapier, and enacts a bloody vengeance on Dravago.
"Ye bastirt!" I yell at the top of my lungs. I bring my axe around for yet another attack, as Chompsky attacks the nearest Tiefling.
Chompsky:
Trip attempt:
Wat:
EDIT: Sorry, I originally had Chompsky attacking Dravago but he can't reach him.
"My turn, little man"
Krazga swings at Tiefling #1, and if he drops, moves over by Chompsky to start working his way down the line...
Round 4
Once again, Krazga's mighty blade claims a life, beheading his opponent with brutal force.
Chomspky bowls his opponent to the ground savaging as he goes, while Wat tries unsuccessfully to land another blow on Dravago.
A tielfing tries to hit Chompsky, while another succesfully batters at Ignatio . Dravago attacks Wat rending him with both claws. Fianlly Ostenso casts yet another magic missile at Ignatio, clearly intent on avenging his being made a fool of. .
Euphemi curses Dravago, but the large tiefling resists the hex.
Finally Ignatio moves forward, stepping to the left then pirhoutetting around Dravago as he attempts to slash at him, he end up behind and the the right of te man, but his movement unbalances his strike and his counterattack fails.
Wat crashes down as his wounds overcome him. His loyal hound moves to stand across his body and savage his attacker.
Trip:
Krazga rushes past the tripped Tiefling and leaps Chompsky, risking a blow from Dravago before delivering a vicious slash of his own to the horned fiend.
Round 5
Krazga moves through the press of bodies, avoiding a slash from Dravago as he goes, then missing his own attack.
As Wat crumples, Chompsky moves to attack, but the angered hound fails to bite at the willy heavyset teifling.
The tripped teifling attacks the dog fromt he ground. But fails to hit the large hound. The other teifling guard attacks Krazga. Landing a solid blow on the half-orc. . Dravago turns his attentions to Krazga aswell. slashign with both claws, one scrapes him . Ostenso uses magic missile once again
Euphemi curses Dravago again, and this time it takes effect.
Finally tired of the constant barrage Ignatio spins to face Ostenso and stabs him full in the chest, eliciting a small spray of blood, as the teifling cries out in pain, but still stands ready to fight on.
Sensing that the momentum of the fight is turning against him and his allies, Krazga throws everything he has in to one massive blow aimed at Dravago.
Wat:
Chompsky goes for the throat of the downed bandit.
Round 6
Krazga launches another failed attack, while Chompsky finishes off his foe.
A tiefling steps forward to attack Ignation but misses horribly, while Dravago attacks before stepping back down the tunnel. . Fianlly Ostenso flees to the door beyond the limit of Euphemi's light, now out of sight to Ignatio.
Euphemi moves further down the hall, bringing the light with her.
Finally Ignatio steps back and takes a healing potion.
I five foot step over in pursuit of Dravago, ignoring the other Tieflings for now. I line up another powerful blow, aiming for Dravago's head...
Chomspky springs away from the body of his downed master to assault Dravago once more.
Trip:
Dravago is readying himself to launch another attack when Krazga drives his blade straight through his heart. The other tielfing is turning to the spray of his masters' demise when Chompsky leaps over Dravago's body and tears at his throat, leaving him coughing and breating on the floor.
Ostengo flees true the door beyond, shouting loudly, and slams it after him.
Euphemi moves forward and heals everyone once.
Wat:
Chomp:
Krazga:
Ignatio:
They are left in the half-lit corridor, the sounds of desperate battle replaced by eerie silence, broken only by occasional moans fromt he dying tieflings.
I nod to Euphemi, "Thank you for the healing, madam."
I then wipe the blood off of my blade on to Dravago's corpse, and then wander over towards Ignatio.
"Did any one see where the damned spell caster went? I'd rather not have every tiefling in the city waiting for us once we are out of this... crypt? Lair?"
"Aye, let's get him now, and make a quick end o' this mess. Euphemi, lass, could you spare me some more o' yer healing magics?"
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Smiling at Euphemi, I bow my head softly in thanks, before looking at the Half Orc. "Through the door there!" nodding towards the doorway the mage had fled through, I frown softly. "I do not fancy going after him however. yes we just downed one of the big players but there are two of those mummy bastards around here somewhere. We need to be careful and thorough in this!" Nodding softly I stare around the room. [b]"While Wat is being healed, perhaps we should search these bodies and the room for anything that might help us!"{/b]
Euphemi informs Wat that her healing can only affect a person once a day, but as Ignatio searches he finds three potions on Dravago.
"Allow me, hound master."
I mutter a short prayer under my breath to Gorum, asking him to mend the broken body of my comrade.
"Also, if you wish, I can lend you my shield. Its good steel. I'm amazed that little wooden thing has survived any fights at all."
"Now to prepare myself..."
I begin casting another spell, runes dancing along my armor until they erupt outward in to a forest of spikes.
"Also, fancy man, whatever that rag wrapped man was, he was no mummy. Under those rags he lives and breathes. Why he would disguise himself like that I do not know. Perhaps he will tell us before he dies."
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"Hound Master. Madam... I see. So a man that manages to get your Green ass off a wrack, and armed, without a drop of blood being spilled, deserves only the title of 'fancy man'? A little more thanks would be welcome but I do not mind... Now... Lets all follow the nice 'fancy man' and hunt those wretches down before they escape!" Sighing softly I pick up the purse of coins and tie it to my belt, before tossing a potion to Wat, Euphemi and the Half Orc. "I'll divide up the coinage later and we can come back for the rest!" Pulling my rapier from its sheath once again, I move to the door and open it slowly, before taking a torch off the wall.
"I meant no disrespect, not-fancy man. It is simply what the tiefling spellcaster called you. Lead on and I will follow."
The room within is empty of life, to adorned with rich trappings and casrpets, and a desk with a candle still lighting on it. The only other exit is a now opened secret door that leads back out into the hallway in which you fought the helldogs.
Keeping Blacky close to my shoulder, I look for signs of his passing, to see if I can tell which way he went, listening for the sounds of a fleeing spellcaster.
I take the steel shield, testing its unfamiliar weight, and wipe the blood off my axe on Dravago's body.
"I thank you, half-orc. By what name can I call you?"
"Krazga Ironsoul. And you?"
I wander over and take a quick look at the desk, looking for any papers, letters, notes, or similar things.
"Wat Lollard. Pleased t' meet you."
I pick up the letters and peruse them, striking a sunrod for the purpose and to allow the others to also see.
One letter is a crumbled request for more skeletal wolves and an expression of annpyance over not being acceppted to 'the Council'.
The other reads:
'Palaveen, While we appreciate the work of your Bastards, the Council never intended this association to be anything more than that. We shouldn't need to remind you that if your tiring applications continue, we'll need to solve this problem in a manner less concerned with your continued good health.'
I read the letters aloud for my fellows, wracking my brain for some meaning behind the words.
"I am also less than concerned with these Bastards continued good health. Anyone know where they may have gone? Or I suppose we could go back and check the other door in the last room."
"And maybe we should stay together until we are sure that these tieflings are all dead, for your sake if not mine. So do we give chase, or do we assume Ostengo and this Palaveen have made good their escape and waste more time reading letters?"
The large chest is locked.
From beyond the open doors you hear sounds, shouting and calling. A few catcalls can be heard over the growing din. Then a voice booms out.
'Come out and face us manlings!'
The remaining doors lead through the hallway and up wide stairs.