Norwick's envoys and the goblins of the West Rawlins
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Dwin sighs and jumps back up as he sees Foilir leave the scene, leaving him in the "I duck behind and you push him over" pose. He approaches elemental carefully, and tries to pick up where his kin left off.
I guess its just you and me, Mud-turd!
Belin! Move yer arse and get over here!
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((sorry I think I've totally lost track of this. Where is Belin in relation to everyone? She was closing with Dwin as the bat woman closed on her. Is that right? But now Dwin's run off to Foilir?))
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Tindra snarls in anger as she sees the blast of negative energy engulf Ragnhild and Grahk. This battle just gets more and more annoying. Instinct tells her to stop thinking like a mage and more like the beast she currently is.
Her tail flicks angrily as she crouches low and still, waiting for one of the two mummies to try to strike her. Instead of trying to dodge the blow, Tindra instead snaps her arms up to grab onto the mummies own arm and with all her might lift the mummy and toss it at the other.
// Tindra's strength as a werecat without spell enhancements is a 20 (and she's have Bull's Strength cast).
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_Growing irritated and more furious by the moment, the armored dwarf glances sideways at the lady.
As she unleashes her negative energy he grins seeing his window. He mutters and turns a ring (ghostly visage) and another (Bull Stregnth) and starts to charge her back. He runs furiously at her intent on driving the metal studs from his shoulder plate into her back.
He starts to run as fast as he can, ignoring the elemental that Dwin has just run into like a brick wall.
As he runs, he summons an undead near the lady as a distraction, knowing that the negative energy will only heal it.
Also summoning the undead so close to her will confuse the group as to who summoned it._
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Right leg bleeding profusely, Ragnhild bares her teeth in a growl as the negative energy burst through her body, the painful blast adding to her rapidly growing number of injuries from the persistant mummies. She aims a swift kick at the nearest one as Grahk tackles Spitter to the ground, then raises the axe above her head for a mighty downward swing, shouting out in common:
"Father.. duck avay.. NOW!"
The axe comes swooping down in a gleaming arc of silver, aimed for Spitter's neck.
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Helm misaligned so that only one eye is visible, the now floor-dwelling Dwin exclaims some choice Dwarven profanities as he tucks into a ball directly behind the feet of the mud-creature.
FOILIR! YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO!
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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.
