[Round 2]
Merrick prepares his sling, scanning the woods nervously.
Wha… what do you think it is? More of the… wolf-things? Adran Merely watches, standing nearby and scanning the forest with his bow half-drawn. Jerry prepares herself as the rest of the group rush off into the night.
Elsa, Mira, Pytor
Just put your hands on my shoulders, you two. Elsa says, hefting her shield. The armored Halfling jogs off into the night, keeping a pace to take advantage of the Humans’ faster movement. It’s difficult to see in the dim light, and Mira and Pytor constantly catch their feet on roots or shrubs and uneven ground.
Sorry… it’s just so thick in here. This is going to be slow going, I’m afraid. She hesitates.
Wait… shhh… she pauses nodding off into the darkness to one side.
Peering through the dim, the humans can just barely make out a figure 40 feet away as it passes through a shaft of moonlight stealing through the forest canopy. The beast crouches as it hustles towards the camp. Orange-red glowing eyes stare out from a Jackal’s head above a hybrid man-beast figure.
What do you think? she asks the others in a hoarse whisper.
Artanis, Adrastia, Pyros
The Halfling turns back to his assailant, bashing the hybrid shapeshifter in the hip with his lit torch! The blow seems to have no effect, but the burning end singes fur and flesh for just an instant. The torch cracks loudly and the top half leans at a strange angle before toppling, still-lit, to the ground. With a wicked growl, the Jackal glares at the diminutive rogue; eerily lit upwards by the head of the torch.
Adrastia surges forward, able to see the creature well enough by the dying torchlight. She lunges with her rapier, clipping the beast in the hip and drawing blood. The Jackal-thing snaps back at her with a frantic bite, but the fighter slaps his face away with the flat of her rapier; her free hand poised gracefully to one side for better balance. Seeing it’s packmate injured, the other monstrosity charges up to attack the dusky hued fighter as well! Black teeth rake across fine chainmail, finding no purchase in human flesh.
Pyros, I appreciate the light but try not to set the forest ablaze, hmm? she says, sparing hardly a glance for the broken torch head.
We should draw these back towards the others. Artanis suggests, hacking heavily into the wounded creature with his magical longsword. With a flourish, he catches the thing with his other sword as well, but the silver-blade skitters harmlessly off of the Jackal-man’s hide!!! The ranger curses quietly.
Adrastia uses the opportunity to lunge once more, skewering her rapier straight into the beast’s chest between the ribs. Red-orange eyes widen in surprise as the point sinks deep. Slowly the creature slides free of the blade and collapses to the forest floor. With a mournful howl, the female nearby turns a hate-filled gaze to the trio before her.
Back at Camp
Adran, Jerry, Merrick
The trio can faintly hear the sounds of combat out in the night, though far away and through dense forest it is difficult to tell exactly where from. After a time, the sound of something else comes tramping through the woods. About 30 feet from the opposite edge of camp, a pair of glowing red-orange eyes can be seen peeking out from the bole of a great tree for just an instant before ducking back. More sound comes from a different direction in the same general area the others left… whether friend or foe is unknown…
[Actions R3?]
[Pyros dropped half a lit torch in a dense forest dry from winter and not yet into spring… this should be interesting…]
[The sound is roughly opposite in position to the eyes at camp]
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Init:
Merrick (1+) =
Jerry: (4+) =
Pyros: 5
Adrastia: (3+3 magic rapier) = 6
J2: 7
J3: 7
Pytor: (4+4 warhammer) = 8
Mira: (6+3 ss) = 9
Adran: (1+8 longbow) = 9
Elsa: (3+6 spell) = 9
Cross: (9+2 spell): = 11
Artanis: (9+ 4 magic LS) = 13
J1: ???
J4: ???
Merrick readies his sling and holds, watching the forest.
Jerry readies her mace and holds, watching the forest.
Pyros Bashes at J3 with a torch! (improvised club, -1 to hit)
Thac0 18 vs AC ??? (-1)
[1d20] = 15, hit!
The torch-club does no damage! The fire does [1d2] = 1 damage!
Wood save vs Crushing Blow (10)
[1d20] = 1! Fail! The torch breaks!
Pyros Stabs at J3 with his iron dagger!
Thaco 18 vs AC 4: need 14+ to hit
[1d20] = 13, Miss! (barely!)
Adrastia rushes up 10 feet and stabs with her Magical rapier at J3
Thac0 ??? vs AC 4
[1d20] = 14, hit!
For [1d6+4] = 5 dmg! (magical weapon)
J3 is
Hurt!
Adrastia vs J3 [1d20] = 14, [1d2=] = 12, [1d6+4] = 1 + 4 = 5, [1d6+4] = 6 + 4 = 10
J3 Bites at Adrastia (AC ???)
Thac0 ??? vs AC ???
[1d20] = 8, miss!
J3 vs Adrastia [1d20] = 8, [2d4] = 2
J2 Moves 30 feet (costing 90/120) and Bites at Adrastia (AC ???)
Thac0 ??? vs AC ???
[1d20] = 10, miss!
J3 vs Adrastia [1d20] = 10, [2d4] = 6
Pytor readies his silver faced warhammer
Pytor holds for the group to move together.
Mira attempts a light cantrip [1d20] = 17, fails.
Mira holds for the group to move together.
Adran prepares his longbow and holds, watching the forest.
Elsa readies her mace and shield and jogs (60x2 /3) 40 feet into the forest
Mira moves (120 /3) 40 feet into the forest
Pytor moves (120 /3) 40 feet into the forest
They are about 90 feet from the action
J1???
Cross is not stabilized!
Cross begins to bleed out!
[-1/8] hps
Artanis slashes with the magical longsword (+1) in his right hand at J3
Thac0 18 vs AC ??? (+1)
[1d20] = 20, Hit! possible Crit
Crit conf: [1d20] = 11, crit confirmed!
Artanis slashes for: [1d8+1] = 2, [1d8+1] = 5 => 7 damage! (magical weapon)
J3 is
Hurt Critically!
Artanis vs J3 Crit Conf [1d20] = 11, [1d8] = 4 +1 = 5
Artanis slashes with the silver longsword in his left hand at J3
Thac0 18 vs AC ??? (+1)
[1d20] = 17, Hit!
The Silver Weapon has NO EFFECT!
Artanis vs J3 [1d20] = 20, [1d20] = 17, [1d8+1] = 1 + 1 = 2, [1d8] = 4
Adrastia stabs with her Magical rapier at J3
Thac0 ??? vs AC 4
[1d20] = 12, hit!
For [1d6+4] = 10 dmg! (magical weapon)
J3 Dies!
Adrastia vs J3 [1d20] = 14, [1d20] = 12, [1d6+4] = 1 + 4 = 5, [1d6+4] = 6 + 4 = 10