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

Benoist · October 19, 2011, 05:13:25 PM

Ylarum's sword blow doesn't harm anyone. Not even the door. He hacks a few more times. It soon becomes apparent this tactic isn't going to bear any fruit. You are going to have to come up with something else to get them to move out of there.

Othos just mumbles to himself something that might have sounded like "Damn humans trying to play tin soldiers."

thedungeondelver · November 07, 2011, 03:02:57 PM

Ylarum, to his comrades: "Then we'll deal with with this with cold steel. Othos, move back away from the door. Once he's a few paces back, Nimten, you move to his side."

Ylarum will then put his shoulder and his mighty 18/% strength against the door and wait to see if they do so.

Somewhere, this begins to play...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KSYYEDXaGo0

Benoist · November 09, 2011, 01:17:05 PM

Othos, unsure what to do in those kinds of circumstances, complies with Ylarum's injunction. I assume Nimten does the same. Ylarum's might now competes against the combined push of the undead on its sole merits. He holds fast as the creatures fists hammer at the door, try to grasp his shoulder and forearm as the wood slowly falls apart... for now...

What does he intend to do from there ?

DM : That tune is indeed very appropriate, and very cool to boot.

Sigmund · November 10, 2011, 10:10:48 PM

Tudd cradles Runch's head, morningstar and shield beside him on the floor, and mutters prayers to Charlathan and whispers to Bug.

skofflox · November 10, 2011, 11:17:27 PM

Quote from: thedungeondelver;488499Ylarum, to his comrades: "Then we'll deal with with this with cold steel. Othos, move back away from the door. Once he's a few paces back, Nimten, you move to his side."

Ylarum will then put his shoulder and his mighty 18/% strength against the door and wait to see if they do so.

Somewhere, this begins to play...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KSYYEDXaGo0

Quote from: Benoist;488796Othos, unsure what to do in those kinds of circumstances, complies with Ylarum's injunction. I assume Nimten does the same. Ylarum's might now competes against the combined push of the undead on its sole merits. He holds fast as the creatures fists hammer at the door, try to grasp his shoulder and forearm as the wood slowly falls apart... for now...

What does he intend to do from there ?

DM : That tune is indeed very appropriate, and very cool to boot.

Indeed, Nimten steps away, relieved, he scampers away...

thedungeondelver · November 10, 2011, 11:42:35 PM

With his shoulders straining at the door and his boots scrunching on the gritty tiles, Ylarum chuckles slightly as he grunts with exertion and says:

"Liir...Dallow...Snave...

run."

Benoist · November 12, 2011, 03:09:05 PM

One of the arms reaches and comes really close to do some damage to Ylarum's shoulder, but the creature's precision is lacking.

Liir, Dallow and Snave do everything in their power to comply with his command, knowing it is not over yet, and that their lives might depend on their combined efforts. They clear the area quickly, and orderly, without saying a word.

By the dais, Tudd is holding his brother Runch. His prayers to Charlathan remain unanswered as Bug faces his teary eyes, as if trying to share his emotions and predicament.

thedungeondelver · November 21, 2011, 09:01:16 PM

(It's time to get this show on the mother-humping road.)

Once Ylarum is sure that everyone is clear, he's going to roll his shoulders so he's facing the door rather than has his back to it.

With a mighty wrench, he'll tear it open (open doors, bend bars/lift gates roll, DM?) and grinning like an arch-devil will attack the first zombie that presents itself.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KSY4Yi2ypno

Benoist · November 23, 2011, 01:58:43 PM

Actually, no such roll is warranted, since the door was completely falling apart.

Ylarum tears it apart. Two zombies immediately try to reach for his arms and throat, groaning like devils as their dried throats try to form some type of words or curse, the powerful smell of decay erupting from every single inch of their bodies as their skin cracks open to reach farther ...

Since he prepared himself for the assault, he gets the initiative, slashing at them as hard as he possibly can...

Make your roll, Ylarum. Good luck.

thedungeondelver · November 23, 2011, 03:12:35 PM

1d20+2=10

...is probably not going to do it.

Sigmund · November 25, 2011, 07:55:52 AM

At the noise of the door giving way, Tudd looks up with a scowl, gently places Runch's head on the floor, grabs his shield and morningstar, and starts trotting towards the sounds of combat, growling.

Benoist · December 05, 2011, 11:21:23 AM

Ylarum try to work with what he's got. He slashes through the mass of claws and teeth reaching for him and manages to not falter, though he doesn't get any significant hit out of his maneuver.

They are luckily not very successful themselves, and don't manage to inflict significant damage to Ylarum beyond a few nasty scratches he can easily ignore for the time being.

Tudd, meanwhile, manages to pull himself together again, picks up his weapon and shield, walks past the henchmen and companions waiting here, trying to figure out what to do, and may lend a hand to Ylarum right away if he so desires.

Sigmund · December 05, 2011, 11:36:17 AM

Tudd swings at the closest enemy target.

skofflox · December 06, 2011, 03:00:27 AM

Nimten watches, aghast as the undead attack Ylarum.
He pulls his dagger free and continues to back away.

thedungeondelver · December 07, 2011, 11:32:56 AM

Ylarum swings again!

(DM: how many are there, by the way?)

1d20+2=17

Hopefully putting the hurt in "I hope this hurts him."