[Ptolus/AD&D] IC Thread #2 - Underground (part 1)

[Benoist]

@ Gareth: Big boy is still standing, but he's crazed, burned, has your sword stuck in his back. He can't be lasting much longer.

OK As far as I see only Nimten hasn't shared his intent yet. It's alright.

Next poster rolls for initiative! (1d6)

Monsters roll for initiative: 3 again (dammit).

[Cole]

6

[Benoist]

You guys suck. I hate you. You're rolling way too well on init.

[Cranewings]

Nimten is holding his action until the end of the round. As he lowers to the ground he looks over the situation and decides that they should be able to handle it on their own.

For now, I'm not doing anything but keeping cover behind my companions. If anything comes within arms reach, through the crowd of adventurers, I'll attack with my staff. Otherwise, I'm not casting Sleep until a couple of us go down.

[Drohem]

Standing on the dais facing the north, Rissthil says to his companions loudly, "don't get hasty!  Let them break upon us!"

[thedungeondelver]

Have we had time for another basketload of personnel to come down?

[Benoist]

Have we had time for another basketload of personnel to come down?

The basket never left after Ulas and Othos arrived.

[thedungeondelver]

The basket never left after Ulas and Othos arrived.

Poop.  The adjective, not the verb.

[Benoist]

OK. You are acting on Segment 3. The bad guys act on Segment 6.

Nimten is holding his action.
Rissthil moves into position northward, on the top step of the dais, as do Othos and Ylarum.
Ulas shoots at at one of the orcs (the eastermost). Roll d20 for Attack. Then shifts towards Othos.
Tudd and Runch are side by side, on the same basic line as the others. Runch casts Cure Light Wounds on Tudd for 7 hit points. It will be effective on Segment 8.
Gareth twists his blade in the oaf's wound. He then stabs him it in the neck, but it seems the creature just died a split second before blood sprays everywhere. The oaf collapses. Gareth comes back to his feet, and unstuck his blade from the creature's back.

Bottom line:
Ulas. Roll for your range attack.

[Cole]

To hit: 11

Damage, if that hits:2

Edit : Note that I just link the straight roll, not applying my dex to hit.

[Benoist]

To hit: 11

Damage, if that hits:2

Edit : Note that I just link the straight roll, not applying my dex to hit.

OK. It's +3 to hit... you just miss him.

Bigger post pending.

[Benoist]

The large oaf finally collapses, dead.

You each are moving into a defensive positions, preparing for an assault... that ends up not coming. Ulas Xegg launches his arrow at the goblins by the red lantern, and misses one of them by about an inch or two. They just saw you take down quite an impressive force, and they are not stupid. They take cover in a room nearby, east of their own position, and you hear a door shut close behind them.

Nimten reaches the floor. Smeads is currently being lowered down from the room's ceiling.

Meanwhile, Gareth gets his weapon back from the oaf's body. He stands up, and looks upon a pretty bare room: there are three pillars, and some new shelves, obviously brought there by the monks or the staff of the Gold Ladder, which seemed to have been loaded with all sorts of weapons, armor, some shields, swords, halberds, guisarms... as a matter of fact, there is an amazing variety of polearms here. Somehow, you don't really know why, but it makes you smile...

In this room, there is still one of the diseased creatures alive, but it seems to want to stay away from the flames still licking the oaf's flesh as its corpse lay down right by Gareth's side. It is terrified, cowering in the shadows along to the north of the room.

End of Combat. (so far... you can catch up with each other, RP, search, whatnot)

[thedungeondelver]

"Gareth!" Ylarum calls out.  "Close back up with us, fellow!"

Ylarum then steps back to the basket and gives the rope a couple of yanks, then quickly back to the position he's at on the map there.

[Cranewings]

"If any of you think it wise, we could hold the creature. Tomorrow, I could make friends with it... so to speak."

Nimten walks a few steps towards he creature, kneeling before it, he says, "I'm sorry you were at the wrong place at the wrong time. I think I can convince these people that killing you won't get them anything, but if you could tell us your name and a little about who lives here, it would go a long way to making us friends."

If the creature doesn't seem to understand, I may not finish, instead switching to another language such as goblin or orc and trying again.

[Lilaxe]

"looks like I've missed all the fun..."

Smeads will close up behind the group, meanwhile getting his sling ready just in case.