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

[skofflox]

nodding and winking to Tudd before we surge into the room I deftly move to engage the hesitant orc in the center of the room.

As I approach loudly in Orcish "Yield or die,your choice!"

(Ben. Need to roll init?....)

[Sigmund]

Tudd moves in with Runch and takes swing at the first figure he comes to.

Die roll for Tudd

Rolled on: 2010-12-10 18:54:44.303864
1d20+4; 2d4+4 → [14,4] = (18)
1d20+4; 2d4+4 → [1,3,4] = (

to hit and damage on first enemy

Edit: I put the wrong plus for the to hit, it's only +3, so my hit total is 17 not a8, the damage is correct if it's a hit.

[Benoist]

(Ben. Need to roll init?....)

(Already done. Still the first round of combat)

[Benoist]

Runch engages the hesitant orc: "Yield or die, your choice!"
The orc drops his sword and falls on his knees.

Just as Tudd leaps forward and slays the second goblin, Rissthil makes his way in the room and attacks the orc attempting to get back on his feet (roll for attack).

Smeads, Gareth, Othos and Nimten have still not technically done anything this round.
Gareth, still waiting on your 1d100 roll.

You hear Dallow's (the southermost of Ylarum's porters) hesitant voice not too far away: "Boss... Boss? I think... something's going on, here..."

The orc who just surrendered to Runch laughs hysterically: "Doesn't matter anymore. Doesn't matter anyway...
"We're all going to die, now..."

[thedungeondelver]

Ylarum bellows: "LIIR!  DALLOW!  SNAVE!  MOVE THROUGH ULAS AND NIMTEN'S POSITION!  TARM AND JSON SET YOUR POLEARMS UNTIL I GET THERE!"

(I'm assuming something heavy is going down if they're yelling for assistance.)

[Benoist]

Liir doesn't seem to notice what's going on.
He is pulled by Dallow who moves immediately, followed by Snave, perplexed.

[Drohem]

As Rissthil moves into the room with the initial surge, he savagely slashes at the fallen orc.

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OOC: Rissthil's attack hits AC 7 for 11 damage.

[thedungeondelver]

Ylarum will move SE to the door to just behind Ulas so he can watch his retinue close in and see if he can espy what startled them so.  Once Liir is close enough, Ylarum asks him what he saw.

(DM: if that's a whole bunch of actions, obviously I'm OK with you saying that occupies me for a couple of rounds or whatever; I'll stop and ready for combat at any point foes show themselves.)

[Benoist]

As Rissthil moves into the room with the initial surge, he savagely slashes at the fallen orc.

The Orc lifts a hand for mercy and dies immediately as Rissthil thrusts his sword through him. There is a moment of surprise on his face, then a strange sense of relief, and the body collapses.

Ylarum will move SE to the door to just behind Ulas so he can watch his retinue close in and see if he can espy what startled them so.  Once Liir is close enough, Ylarum asks him what he saw.

(DM: if that's a whole bunch of actions, obviously I'm OK with you saying that occupies me for a couple of rounds or whatever; I'll stop and ready for combat at any point foes show themselves.)

Yes. It's akin to intentions. Ylarum already did his thing for the round. Smeads, Gareth, Othos and Nimten can still act for this round, so I'll get back to you on that when they took their turn.

[Cranewings]

Nimten takes a quick little step into the room behind the last person and gets to the left side of the door, as far from combat as possible.

Taking in the situation, he decides that the party has it under control.

He raises his staff, holding action to bash anything that comes within arms reach, but not looking for the hit.

[thedungeondelver]

The Orc lifts a hand for mercy and dies immediately as Rissthil thrusts his sword through him. There is a moment of surprise on his face, then a strange sense of relief, and the body collapses.


Yes. It's akin to intentions. Ylarum already did his thing for the round. Smeads, Gareth, Othos and Nimten can still act for this round, so I'll get back to you on that when they took their turn.

(Understood)

[skofflox]

Runch engages the hesitant orc: "Yield or die, your choice!"
The orc drops his sword and falls on his knees.

*snip*
You hear Dallow's (the southermost of Ylarum's porters) hesitant voice not too far away: "Boss... Boss? I think... something's going on, here..."

The orc who just surrendered to Runch laughs hysterically: "Doesn't matter anymore. Doesn't matter anyway...
"We're all going to die, now..."
 

kicking the sword away and placing my blade edge against his throat...I look wildly around the swirling melee seeing Tudd cut down another gobo, until the Orc speaks
I bend close to make sure he understands, as my blade draws a red bead from his throat, I hiss "What's that?!,truth or death finds you NOW!"

[Benoist]

(As per PM)

Smeads turns around...

In the circular room, all the puddles of goo are growing and shaping themselves. Here, Smeads sees the bones of an arm suddenly take a V shape as the matter that covered the floor a moment ago rises up and covers it like a glove... or flesh. There, a skull lies on top of another growing mound of thick organic vomit-like matter; it disappears within the flesh and gives structure to a faceless head which eerily seems to be looking directly towards him and Gareth...

Smeads throws a long look at the mirror. Its surface appears as it ever was, a few ripples occasionally breaking its surface as if a wind that wasn't there was gently blowing over it.

Smeads looks back at the forms taking shape in the room. There are more than a dozen of them. He also sees two of the enemies they've just slaughtered rise back up: the monk, and one of the orcs Ulas's arrows killed. The arrow is still there, lodged in its head. The creature grins, as if taking a loud breath in, but there is no sound coming out of its throat. It pushes a silent, ominous growl, embraced by the same thick stuff shaping the faceless mounds of flesh scattered throughout the room, and slowly walks onward...

[Imperator]

Smeads and Gareth: Roll 1d100 each.[/COLOR]

Gareth's roll: 01!

(As per PM)

Smeads turns around...

In the circular room, all the puddles of goo are growing and shaping themselves. Here, Smeads see the bones of arm suddenly take a V shape as the matter that covered the floor a moment ago rises up and covers it like a glove... or flesh. There, a skull lies on top of another growing mound of thick organic vomit-like matter; it disappears within the flesh and gives structure to a faceless head which eerily seems to be looking directly towards him and Gareth...

Smeads throws a long look at the mirror. Its surface appears as it ever was, a few ripples occasionally breaking its surface as if a wind that wasn't there was gently blowing over it.

Smeads looks back at the forms taking shape in the room. There are more than a dozen of them. He also sees two of the enemies they've just slaughtered rise back up: the monk, and one of the orcs Ulas's arrows killed. The arrow is still there, lodged in its head. The creature grins, as if taking a loud breath in, but there is no sound coming out of its throat. It pushes a silent, ominous growl, embraced by the same thick stuff shaping the faceless mounds of flesh scattered throughout the room, and slowly walks onward...

[OOC: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK]

Gareth quickly eyeballs his chances of jumping to the other side of the trap without triggering it.

[Benoist]

Gareth's roll: 01!

Sending a PM.

Gareth quickly eyeballs his chances of jumping to the other side of the trap without triggering it.

You'd have to roll. It's not impossible, but it isn't a cakewalk either, especially with armor and equipment on.