[Game Thread] Dagongaard

[Anon315]

"I am dangerous, and perhaps a little crazed," spoke Orlais. "Now have you prepared your terms for surrender, or am I to be kept waiting. How I do get impatient..." The smokey shadows seem to emanate from flames held behind those strands of hair covering his face. His cane is at his side, still in its concealing form. He looked over his shoulder briefly to ensure that the others were prepared should it become necessary. There is positively no concern for the fact there are probably enough arrows trained on him to kill him thrice over. He would worry about those when they flew, if any had the unabashed gall to attack him. He would not die alone, this much was certain, and he was very good at not dying.

"The minute is up." He said, eyes tracing the line of trees. "Have you then prepared to disband, or shall I lay upon you such violence that the world will tire of the concept?" Still, there was only the slightest inflection. If he perceived their gazes and shocked expressions, even those bemused by his words, he did not pay them any mind. He was, by his own will and desire, the strongest and greatest man in the clearing. At least in his own mind; his mind had the authority to back itself up, however.

[R34p3r023]

Namine stays hidden inside one of the wagons under a tarp as she had sense they had left the keep. Trying not to make any

Dice hide:

1d20+3

(20)+3

Total = 23

noticeable movements as she lifts the tarp just a crack to

Dice spot:

1d20+2

(3)+2

Total = 5

peer out toward the voices in the trees readying herself for the potential charge.

[Tharivol]

And who might you be? Sam asks. She then brings her left hand to her right shoulder, ready to draw her sword at a moment's notice.

OOC: I decided to make her left handed.

[Solomon777]

The voice replies, ignoring Sam’s inquiry, “Yes, quite…our minute is up.”

In rapid succession taught strings snap and cut the still breeze as several arrows are sent into the camp.

 

Sam

Dice Roll:

1d20+8

(4)+8

Total = 12

Damage if Applicable

Dice Roll:

1d8+2

(8)+2

Total = 10

Orlais

Dice Roll:

1d20+8

(12)+8

Total = 20

Damage if Applicable

Dice Roll:

1d8+2

(4)+2

Total = 6

S’slagh

Dice Roll:

1d20+8

(3)+8

Total = 11

Damage if Applicable

Dice Roll:

1d8+2

(4)+2

Total = 6

Lafayette

Dice Roll:

1d20+8

(10)+8

Total = 18

Damage if Applicable

Dice Roll:

1d8+2

(2)+2

Total = 4

Poison All damaged must make additional FORT save vs DC15

As a lethal rain, arrows that fail to find their target, smack solidly into the ground in random spots within the camps firelight.

[Anon315]

The arrow strikes his leg, and after a momentary strain of teeth as the pain floods in, Orlais smiles. It is a wicked smile, an evil smile, a mad visage which shudders as it revels in the coming carnage. "Very well! You were given a chance! I regret that it came to this... but only slightly."

He raises his cane and points towards one of the archers. Energy gathered around the tip, and launched itself like a black inky spear at the offender's chest.

OOC Eldritch Blast Dice Ranged Touch: 1d20+4 (11)+4 Total = 15 Dice Attack: 2d6 2, 2 Total = 4

[Tharivol]

Ha! My shadow shoots better than you! Sam says when the arrow flying toward her lands a few feet away from her. She then runs in the direction that the arrow came from at a slight angle so that she can see them and they can't see her because of the fire in the camp. She

Dice Initiative:

1d20+2

(20)+2

Total = 22

Dice Attack:

1d20+6

(2)+6

Total = 8

attacks the first person she

Dice Spot:

1d20-1

(6)-1

Total = 5

sees that is not the target of the magical energy shot out of the man's staff.

OOC: Sorry for the time out. I hope this works.

[Solomon777]

The majority of the arrows miss their intended target but Orlais and Lafayette are hit, Lafayette goes down with an arrow to the stomach as Sam blurts out her insult. Sam sprints headlong into the wood as the last of the arrows finds the side of the wagon. Her movement into the brush caused the movement of her intended assailant. This slight change in the shadows was the only reason Orlais could see the archer Sam headed toward. Though Sam crashed through the foliage it was her archer that took the damage as Orlais’s bolt smashed into his side sending him to the ground. His bow falling in the place he once stood.

Another, smaller volley of arrows is fired from different angles and a voice calls out, “Fall away!”

The second volley of arrows finds no purchase and lands harmlessly in the ground around the encampment.