Norwick's envoys and the goblins of the West Rawlins
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_Dwin pumps his legs hard and slams into the right leg of the earth elemental with the force that only a charging dwarf can muster and the room resounds with the sound of steel smashing against hardened earth and stone….and falls flat on his butt with an audible '''oooff".
(( and yes, the goblins took all the enchantments offered, I think the only one out of that list dismissible is mage armor))
Seemingly annoyed by his ineffectiveness versuses Spitter, Grahk throw his axe at Spitter's face and when Spitter raises his axe to block the throw axe he tackles the ex-goblin to the ground and grapples with him. While the few remaining mummies take the opportunity to get in some free swipes.
Grahk: Daughter! Cut head off!
The now not Tensered Goblin's skin takes on a stoney shape and continues to cast.
The Lady gestures at Spitter and the area is soaked in negative energy hurting Rag and Grahk and seemingly healing the mummies and Spitter._
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As Tindra fights off the two mummies on her, she silently curses to herself at not being able to cast spells while shapeshifted. Her feline mouth was not suited for pronouncing incantations correctly. She's sure a strength spell would make Grahk's blows quite formidable.
The werecat groans at a realization. She shared spells with the whole group before entering the chamber, including Spitter! Maybe if she can concentrate on dismissing those spells…
((I did post way back that she offered spells to the whole group. Not sure what Spitter may or may not have accepted. Spells she often offers people are: Strength, Cat's Grace, Mage Armor, Prot vs. Evil, Prot vs. Elements.))
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Dwin reaches the elemental and charges full force into it using his shield and axe as a battering ram (KD attempt). As he charges he yells to the other dwarf.
[d] What the fark are ya foolin with this mud-doll for? We got work to do here!
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_Perhaps the armored dwarf's plan would of worked were it not for the weight of the elemental or the fact that being of the earth it was exceptionally we grounds. Nonetheless some very nice disc shaped pieces of metal are left where the bullets were tossed.
The Lady merely sneers as Dwin runs by and getsures towards Belin who is now left alone on the side of the room. The tensered goblin untensers and seems to be prepping a spell.
Rag rushes forward taking several minor but painful wounds from the mummies and exchanges blows with Spitter her axe slicing his skin with a sickening smoke issuing from the wound. Unphased by the wound, Spitter's return blow creates a deep painful gash across Rag's right thigh.
Grahk shrugs past the mummies and lays a broad strike at spitter which seemingly bounces off SPitter leaving a few choice goblin curses on his lips.
After taking their swipes at the passing Grahk and Rag, 6 of the remaining 8 mummies move up behind Grahk and Rag, the other two making futile attacks at Tindra._
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Gulping down a potion on the way, a bruised and bloodied Ragnhild reaches Spitter and slams the silver greataxe down against the goblin's chest, trying to forcibly smack him down on the ground and give Tindra time to leap to safety. She focuses all her power on Spitter, likely leaving herself open for numerous attacks by the encircling mummies, yet seeming to shrug some of the damage off. The desperate circumstances aside, she can't help but to shoot a quick, feral grin at Grahk as he arrives a step or two behind her, her axe soon swinging in rythm with his.
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_Moving backwards the armored dwarf grabs at a bag hanging on his belt.. Holding his shield up he keeps moving backwards keeping up the pace. Loosening the pouch, he spills some master worked sling bullets between himself and the elemental.
Hoping to cause it fall, he keeps an eye where the female wiggler is, planning on making her life hell, or a minimum taking the fingers of her right hand with him._
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taking quick stock of the situation, and making an even quicker decision, Dwin rushes towards the elemental that Foilir is currently battling thinking "2 axes are better than 1".
Belin! Stay with me, and be ready to ask for Moradin's blessings…we're gonna need some healin'!
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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>_
