[Game Thread] Meseriel's Game (Part 1)

[Spazztick]

(You and Kil are able to determine, logically so, that crossing the river here and scaling the cliff, holds about a 75-80% probability of sustaining injury, including but not limited to: Sever head trauma, Falling down a cliff onto rocks, having other rocks fall on you, slipping and being washed down river rapids. (If you took off your armor, you think you'd stand a better chance, lowering the risk of injury to a mere 60%.) The coast is not far off, just risks being out in the open, though there are less risky places to cross the closer you get to the coast. (25-30% chance of injury with armor on.)

What, from behind!? As Kil and Meseriel are talking over options, the human turns and looks at something behind them. Meseriel didn't hear anything, but turns to look as well, as they both freeze in their tracks, looking at two fairly large wolves, keeping a safe distance away from the two beings at the cliffs edge. One is covered in scars, while the other's fur seems to be in much better shape, likely a pair. The wolves coats are shades of grey, their eyes our a deep yellow. They both pace together at that distance, though their eyes stay on the two that march to risk their lives against bandits. Kil slowly starts to move to draw an arrow from the quiver on his hip, but his movement triggers the wolves to both freeze in their motions. Meseriel can hear him gulp, as he hums nervously, knocking an arrow as he waits.

[Chchazz88]

Meseriel nearly weeps. The wolf covered in scars was likely tortured and attacked many times by men. Such beautiful creatures are not meant to be tainted and defiled in such a way. They would likely try and attack them now, simply out of hatred for all men. Still, Kil was good and deserved to be protected. Meseriel's hand tightened on the hilt of her sword as she braced herself for what had to be done. There was no emotion in combat. Only struggle... skill... death...
With one fluid motion, Meseriel draws her short sword and slings the shield on her back to her hand. Stepping forward to provide Kil with partial cover, she braces herself for the first blow and begins looking for her chance to strike.

"Don't overthink it." She murmurs to Kil, her voice entirely devoid of emotion.

Dice Initiative:

1d20+3

(3)+3

Total = 6

(6)

[Spazztick]

Hate Roots Deep. Meseriel and Kil hold their ground initially, watching to see what the wild animals would do. The pair of wolves hold still for a moment, the smaller framed one standing behind it's larger protector. There's a strong tension in the air, as they size up their potential prey. Meseriel can tell that some of the wounds on the larger wolf are from fighting other animals, while others are almost certainly done by human hands. They start to slowly pace back the other direction. When they turn, the less scarred wolf shows a side they had not seen, a huge gaping gash that leaves a trail of missing fur. It runs from the base of her neck, all the way to her rear flank. It is a wonder that that the creature could live through something so severe, but it has all but healed. A keen eye could see that there is a faint limp in the wolfs step, an even keener tell that the wound was done by a very sharp blade. What story lay behind such an incident, was only for the gods to know and others to wonder.   The Tale Dark clouds cover the sky, leaving the countryside dark even on such an early evening. Rain and hail pelt the earth, like an avalanche of endless snow. A faint noise is barely audible over the scattered thunder, as the cries of a lone timber wolf echoes through the trees. They were cries of pain, yelping that grew weaker as time went on and hope waned. Down among the trees, that poor animal lay in a heap with a hunters trap around it's leg and waist. She was a beautiful wolf, void of any real scarring and donning a coat of beautiful silvers and grays. Its nearly flawless body, now damp with blood and mud, as fighting to get free of the trap had caused more harm on the animal, as was the ways of the cruel inventions. The cruelness of hunters knows no bounds, not in the eyes of their prey. The weakened animal whimpered to itself, as it resigned to it's fate. Movement came from the brush off a short distance and the wolfs head perks up as if a portion of it's hope and will to live had returned. Whatever it had hoped to find, certainly was not what showed up. Two large men walk into the clearing, one with a massive curved sword in his hand, and a number of animal pelts hanging from his pack. The other holds a large skinning knife in his hand, looking ahead at their prize. They exchange no words, only glances as they advance on the weakened wolf. She tries to move away, but the trap restricts her movements, causing only more strife. The animal was beyond frightened, shaking and whining, about to find her end at the hands of men. These men were poachers and they were the worst of their kind, arguably the worst of any kind of being. They were the one's that truly enjoyed their work. They were the ones who preferred to see the suffering of the animals, hear the whimpers and cries as they got what they came for, what would fetch them their coin. Without an ounce of sympathy, the two men pinned the animal down and then the man with the knife went to work. They did not even take the time to put the animal out of it's misery, as they began to skin her alive. The wolf let out a shrieking howl, the pain in it's cry beyond what any could imagine. The sound echoed into the night, lost among the storm. The blade had just reached the rear flank of the animal, when she let out another howl of pain. Only this time, a howl was returned and it was a more vicious and more frightening one than before. The men looked up to late, as the enormous timber wolf leapt from the shadows and clenched it's jaws around the first man's throat. It bit down with the ferocity of thousand orcs, the hatred of all the hells, as it put that man flat on the ground, nearly tearing his head clean off. It violently shook the already lifeless body of the poacher. With that it released it's grip and turned it's attention to the man with the large sword, who was up on his feet screaming and charging towards the monster of a wolf. He fared no better, not even landing a single blow on the wolf, before having the tendons in both his ankles ripped out, with his throat soon to follow. The beast stood as tall as it could, fierce determination in it's eyes and howled into the night, it's victory in this fight assured. The alpha male then went to his partners side, nuzzling her gently as he arrived. Within the hour, all that remained in the clearing were two dead hunters, their blood mixing with the pools of water from the storm, an empty trap and two sets of tracks leading off into the woods. The wolves look as if they're prepared to strike, but they make no move to advance on the two. Instead they keep at their distance, only snarling when either of the two make movements. Meseriel's movements cause the wolves to edge forward, but still they do not charge. Kil starts to draw his bow back in preparation, waiting to see what happens. "I... I won't." He starts humming and Meseriel can feel that unnatural presence from before. She feels herself moving with just a bit more finesse, as well as a reinforced confidence. "They're going to attack us aren't they?" He asks the elf, speaking between his nervous humming.

You are under the effects of the bard song, go figure right, inspire courage. +1 atk/dmg, +1 vs charm/fear
It is to your initiative.

[Spazztick]

Hope my post wasn't to depressing... <.<

[Chchazz88]

"I will attack if they do, but I have no wish to end their lives. Hold steady, good archer." Meseriel says evenly.

I ready an action to attack if they advance into any of my threatened squares.

OOC There is beauty in sadness, strange as that may seem. I thought your post was excellent.

[Spazztick]

One thing certain in life, is death. They stand staring back and forth for what seems like a long time, even if it was only hardly a minute, when Kil shifts his weight and a stick under his foot cracks loudly as it breaks. Meseriel cringe's at the sound and the wolves pounce forward into action, bolting towards the two of them. They move with a quickness, Kil's humming grows louder and more frantic. They dart back and forth as they advance, switching sides as both come leaping towards Meseriel, one from each side. Kil's bow makes a twang sound, as he Dice Attack: 1d20+7 (19)+7 Total = 26 Dice damage: 1d8+3 (1)+3 Total = 4 looses an arrow at the advancing animal. The arrow finds it's mark in the monster of a wolf, as it finishes closing towards Meseriel. The arrow sinks into it's shoulder, it lets out a growl, but the beast doesn't slow. The alpha male gets to Meseriel first, landing down at her side, followed by the smaller wolf on her other side. It was obvious these wolves knew how to hunt together. Meseriel senses the bite coming from behind her, leans to the side and avoids the attack, as she finishes her swinging motion against the larger wolf.

 

Go ahead and take your readied attack on the alpha wolf, as he arrived first, i'll resolve his attack afterwards.
Also don't forget bardsong

Enemy	Lowest AC hit	Damage done	Condition
Alpha Wolf	-	-	normal
Wolf	-	-	normal

[Chchazz88]

With a smooth, practiced motion, Meseriel plunges her shortsword into the wolf, sliding it back out and twirling with the grace of a dancer.

Rolls Dice Attack: 1d20+7 (12)+7 Total = 19 (19) Dice Damage: 1d6+7 (6)+7 Total = 13 (13) Sorry, that's supposed to be +4 to the damage, not +7.

[Spazztick]

Unstoppable. With deft motions, Meseriel predicts the animals movement, plunging her sword into the wolfs side. The wound was deep but a bit further back than she'd have wanted, missing the beasts heart. It bleed profusely but does not give up it's assault, lunging forward it clamps it's strong jaws around Meseriel's ankle. She feels 4 Damagea sharp pain, as it's long teeth grip into her flesh and pull. Before she knows what's happening, the world starts moving rapidly, the sky becoming the main field of her vision. She hits the ground flat on her back, sword and shield at the ready as her situation goes from bad to worse. Meseriel hears Kil's gasp of shock, as he draws back on the string to prepare for his next attack.

 

Your initiative is up, you're prone and have two wolves on you. Good luck!

Enemy	Lowest AC hit	Damage done	Condition
Alpha Wolf	19	14	Injured
Wolf	-	-	normal

[Chchazz88]

Am I being grappled or did it let go?

[Spazztick]

(It let go, just tripped you.)

[Chchazz88]

Meseriel attempts to stand, provoking two AOOs, one from each wolf.

[Spazztick]

 

OOC: Let's see if you're still up while dealing with AoO's while being prone and flanked, so you can make an attack! (Least they can't trip again on these AoO's) Your attack should you wish to take it.

Back on her feet! Meseriel's reactions are fast, she rolls out of the way of the smaller wolfs attack and starts to climb to her feet. The large and injured wolf, clamps his jaws around the base of her shield arm, somehow getting around her shield and ripping into her arm at the elbow. She winces in pain, 6 damage. (This was a threat for a crit that didn't confirm!)a stream of blood running down her arm and dripping of her hand, but despite the injury, she gets up to her feet and readies herself.

[Chchazz88]

Grunting, Meseriel thrusts forward at the wolf's soft gut with her shortsword.

Dice Attack:

1d20+7

(14)+7

Total = 21

(21)

Dice Damage:

1d6+4

(6)+4

Total = 10

(10)

[Spazztick]

Slay the Beast The monster of an animal snaps it's jaws towards Meseriel for another bite. The elf's determination to finish this comes through, as she bashes the animals head out of the way, drops lower to the ground and moves in for the kill. Her short blade sinks into the flesh, coming at an upward angle, this time she did not miss her mark. With a clean thrust she plunged her blade in deep, puncturing the heart and ending the life of the fearsome wolf. It makes a sorrowful cry of pain and then thumps to the earth. The wolfs mate goes into a frenzy, snarling and barking and she leaps forward to try and avenge her fallen companion. Kil's bow string makes a twang, as he fires an arrow at the smaller wolf. The missile flies true, sinking deep into the creatures chest, leaving only the fetching remaining. Through it's fury, it does not react to the pain in a mental sense, though the body twitches and the creature stumbles as it bites at Meseriel. She deflects the bite with ease, the smaller wolf having noticeably less strength than it's counterpart.

Your up, AC 14, 3 HP left, you may narrate if you hit/kill.

[Chchazz88]

For the first time since the fight began, Meseriel's face shows emotion. With a cry of pure rage and ferocity, she puts one iron boot in the wolf's snapping jaws, pinning it to the ground, and plunges her blade through the soft spot near the neck and under the collarbone. Twisting roughly, she hesitates a moment, breathing heavily as life leaves the hunter. Drawing her blade from the corpse, she stabs it into the ground to clean it before wiping the residual dirt away with a cloth. Sheathing it again, she turns to Kil and nods, a solemn look on her face.
"I wonder how many that maneater's killed before. A fair amount, I'd say, judging by it's scars."
Outwardly, she was factual and emotionless, but inside, Meseriel wept for the fallen beast. No creature of nature should lead so torturous a life, and it spoke volumes about the unhappiness of those who would do such a thing as this to such a graceful being.

Dice Attack:

1d20+7

(16)+7

Total = 23

(23)

Dice Damage:

1d6+4

(1)+4

Total = 5

(5)