Norwick's envoys and the goblins of the West Rawlins
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(As this is pertaining to a plot two years done, I've moved the thread to Tales By The Fire so people don't confuse it with current happenings.)
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(done)
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((can you update your 1981-esque text-adventure map above for the new positions? - dont get me wrong… i love the map!))
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_As Belin backs towards Dwin keeping a wary eye on the Lady the Tensered goblin sees Belin and disengages and backs away. As Belin and Dwin close together the Lady smiles and makes a gesture and suddenly blades shoot from the ground cutting Belin and Dwin. Though they aren't serious the wounds are indeed painful.
The armored dwarf continues to play 'dodge the rock'. Though not entirely successful he has managed to rotate around but sports a few dents and pains for his attempt.
Mark seems to be casting something with no apparent affect.
Tindra springs towards Grahk and Rag with Spitter and a number of mummies in tow.
Grahk, seeing Rag charging towards Spitter also decides offense is the best defense and pushes past the encircling mummies towards Spitter. Both Rag take some hard hits before closing with Spitter and quickly find themselves surrounded again._
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Dwin keeps hammering at the Tensered Gob… he silently wonders if they are awaiting some message or event from some mystical force that is beyond the adventurers' realm of understanding.
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Like Grahk, Ragnhild stops to stare at the strange situation around Spitter, a light frown of concern creasing her brow before Spitter suddenly moves again, rushing at Tindra with his axe held high.
"SPITTER!!"
Ragnhild shouts the name with all the angry authority and reproach of a mother spotting her child misbehaving, clearly expecting to be obeyed, but as Spitters axe cuts into the sorceress' side, enough is enough. Rage fills her eyes, silver axe swinging and long legs kicking at the remaining mummies around her as she makes her way towards Spitter.
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Seeing Spitter's lifeless eyes after feeling the bite of his axe was all Tindra needed to know she needed to regroup with the others. She takes a brief moment to get her bearings and then makes dash for Ragnhild and Grahk.
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Belin continues to back towards Dwin seeking to get into more of a back to back fight with her kin rather than two solo fights. She stands defensively as she backs away keeping her dark eyes on the bat woman only sparing a brief glance for the advancing unknown dwarf.
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((bumpo))
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- Inside his cold metal helm, Foilir grits his teeth at the moving wall of earth and looks around for a body of water.
Moving as quickly as he can to avoid the plodding attacks of the monster wall, he mutters in gutteral dwarven and turns a ring (Ghostly Visage).
He keeps moving around the the elemental forcing it to move in a circle.
Muttering in gutteral dwarven again, he summons an undead a few paces from him and has it move in the same direction.
As they move in a circle around each other, Foilir keeps an eye for when he is closest to the Lady, hoping to bull rush her to the ground.
As he moves a bit closer he mutters again, casting Bull Strength on himself, preparing to knock her to the ground. *
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After taking a few blows from this Elf-inized Tensered greenskin, and seeing that Belin is a few moments from likely pain, Dwin yanks another strap on his helm which renders him into a ghastly blue shadow of himself (Ghostly Visage).
Can ya see me now, Greenskin?
Continuing to plant his feet and fight in the way in which the Soulforger 'imself was known to defend kin, Dwin increases his determination to deal heavy damage to this goblin.
[d] Belin! get back here, lassy!
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*..........T.................................................F..E
*............................L*...............D..B
*.....................................................................................M
*.............................................K
*............................................GR
*.............................................S
Basic map
X = throne
K = Tindra
S = Spitter
L = Lady
D =Dwin
B = Belin
T = Tensered goblin
M = Mark
F = Foilir
E= Earth Elementalnote mummies are not shown
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_After several dozen undead are felled the incoming seem to lessen giving the defenders some breathing room. The floor is well littered with severed limbs and dead goblin remains making quick movement tricky.
Maybe it was her cat instincts, maybe it was a sudden change of movement in her peripheral vision but Tindra suddenly had an urge to dodge and just barely avoids a crippling strike and instead gets a painful gash on her side that was definitely not a mummy. Turning a quick look at her attacker she sees Spitter…but not Spitter, gone is the life from his eyes, his face gaunt and skin grayish seems quite intent on swinging his axe at her again.
From Grahk and Rag's view Spitter, long having held his ground suddenly stops moving, standing still in the midst of a handful of mummies. The mummies then seem to ignore Spitter and rush towards Tindra. And while the odd sight is still being deciphered, Spitter turns and rushes Tindra axe poised to decapitate Tindra but at the last moment she twists to the side leaving a notable gash on her side.
Mark <g>BAD MOJO!
Grahk stiffens his resolve and with a growl seems to bash at the dozen or so mummies still surrounding him and Rag with renewed frenzy.
Belin prepares for the onslaught of the Lady and takes a quick glance at the Tensered and Dwin sparring back and forth, neither seems to have the upper ground and both support minor injuries but nothing of note.
The Lady advances on Belin as the first axe smashed into her back, then the axe drops to the ground as if gaining no bite on her. She quickly pivots and looks at the new threat.
Tal: :: snorts in derision:: Dwarves like dirt, chew on this!
:: The Lady gestures quickly and before the armored dwarf a very big earth elemental appears from nowhere and wasting no time begins swinging at his head::
The Lady then turns back to Belin (but has no move left to advance).</g>_
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Tindra shrugs off the minor slaps and scratches from the mummies and retaliates with her claws and rends mummies apart with all her strength. In the back of her head, she takes note of the odd feeling, but decides to worry about it after when she has time to think.
Until she sees Spitter.
"He's sick, definitely sick. Could that be what the odd feeling is? Why?" she thinks to herself. She deduces quickly that it's likely to be something from the mummies but her inexperience with these kinds of undead leaves her ill-informed on exactly what it could be.
She takes note of the armored dwarf who appeared and cleared his own path to join Dwin. The cat doesn't bother to wonder who it is, that will be revealed in time she's sure. She does take the opportunity to shift her attacks to see if she can clear some room for her and Spitter to move toward the rest of her party for more hands to fight with and perhaps somebody will recognize what is wrong with Spitter.
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Meanwhile, Ragnhild fights back to back with her own kin, keen blue eyes alert to the fight near the throne, making sure she's never so thick into the mass of mummies that a well aimed kick or slash of her axe won't give her free room to race over. She knows the Dolvaks are no push-overs though, and for now focuses mainly on decimating the number of oncoming mummies as quickly as possible. As usual, Ragnhild fights with full strength and fury and seems to ignore many of the smaller hits she inevitably takes in return.
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- Narrowing his eyes through his helm as he starts to jog a bit faster towards Dwin, the armored dwarf towards the inside of his shield as he reaches for a throwing axe.
As his eye pick a spot on the Lady's back and slows his pace as he transfers the momentum of his motion as well as the power from his legs and arms to the poison dipped axe.
As the axe leaves his hand, he quickly picks up the pace again, reaching for another axe, and taking aim.
This continues as he runs towards his kin-folk, and until he runs out of the poison dipped axes. When the axes run out, he just runs faster towards the lady already picking the spot in her spine where he wants to plant his axe.
Roaring with rage, he becomes more beast like as his blood lust grows. Enjoying the thought of the Lady's gruesome death, he prepares the savagery in his mind.
No one touches his kin.*
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Belin stops moving when she sees Dwin take his tumble. Practically holding her breath to see if the bat wing notices her for a few heartbeats. Throwing up a magical circle against evil as she keeps her dark eyes trained on the devil woman. Noting her approach she steps back 10 ft closer towards Dwin. Her battleaxe in hand she grins at the creature.
Yuh look like yuh need un ale. Yuh seem tuh be having un bad day…
casting another spell as she stands her ground, bulls strength.
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With Dwin now occupied with the Tensered goblin, the Lady turns her gaze to the resilient Belin with the glowing mace shedding an erie purple aura.
'Time to make dwarf paste'
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- The armored dwarf eyes the mummies as they ineptly scrape at his broad shield with their fingers.
His shield hand clutching a small holy symbol, he mutters in gutteral dwarven, his jaw clenching as he does so.
As he mouths the final words (Turn Undead), he pushes them off with his shield.
Annoyed by the undead attention, those mummies nearest are quickly hobbled as he kneels and spins tightly, his axe aimed carefully at the knees.
The keen edge of the Amn can be heard cutting mummified sinew and scraping bone with a clear "ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing".
Mummies lean, mummies fall, and the dwarf stands as he clears some space.
Narrowing his eye towards his blood kin, he starts to make his way towards the bigger threat. *
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Dwin grunts as he sees the new threat and barely ducks in time to save a decapitating blow. He plants his feat firmly and takes his ever-familiar Defensive Stance against the oncoming greenskin. Dwin's first attacks are meant to powerfully knock his foe to the ground if possible, setting up a deadly sneak-attack follow up.
