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Henry grabbed his bow as things started looking ugly. Screwing up his eyes, he took a tentative shot at the lead dog, only to watch the shot whiff by a decent margin.
"Dangit." he muttered, and started reaching for another arrow.

 
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Dog 2 [D2]Stretching its long legs, the snarling canine furthest from the group tore across the loose scree, flanked by its compatriot. While the other dog took Argonar head-on, this beast trotted forward a few more steps to come at Argonar from the side.

ActionsDouble Move to the space map-left of Argonar [A]


Dog 1 [D1]The beast flashed across the ground in a mottled blur of snow and shade, using its momentum to carry it directly into the brawny Argonar with reckless abandon. Massive jaws snapped closed on his meaty forearm, fangs sinking deep into the flesh in a welter of blood.

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Dog 3 [D3]While its packmates sought to bring the devotee of Kurgess to his knees, the third of the dogs made directly for Anja. The animal slowed for heartbeats as it closed, long enough to lift its wide muzzle to the air and take a deep sample of the space near the wild woman. As if enraged by what its nose was telling it, the beast lunged forward so wildly it missed her tender flesh entire.

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Attack Anja [AB] (8 vs AC 17; Miss)


Human Enemy 1 [HE1]The man's sneer faded into cold, dead professionalism as he finally stopped growing. Easily twice his previous height, the leather-clad croney lumbered forward with all the grace of an elephant. Despite his ungainly step, he was clearly well-practiced fighting with his pack, for the swordsman slipped his blade in between glittering teeth with such precision it sunk straight to the hilt in Anja's gut, laying her low.

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Henry (H) 8/8 14/13/11 None
Dog 2 (D2) 6/6 13/12/12 ?
Dog 1 (D1) 6/6 13/12/12 ?
Dog 3 (D3) 6/6 13/12/12 ?
Human Enemy 1 (HE1) 10/10 13/11/12 ?
Anja (AB) 0/11 17/14/13 Disabled!
Gilda (G) 10/10 19/10/19 None
Argonar (A) 10/12 17/14/14 ?
Dorin (D) 8/8 12/12/11 None
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Anja had begun to change. But she was just too slow, too hungover, still asleep.

Blood burst from her nose and mouth and she turned to see Argonar on the other side of the coach through the halter of the animals. She could not see his face and that thought was pain more than any sword could do to her. She almost lost control of her legs, knees buckling for an instant, but grabbed the edge of the sword as it left her body, using its momentum to pull her back to standing. A bit of breeze whispered in her ears and she smelled of iron and dirt.

This was different. Dying here outside. The house had prepared them well and to exceptional depth. She had almost died before, almost bleed everything inside her out, almost lost her brothers and sisters. But unlike here, in the House there was always the knowledge that Creyton and their instructions wouldn't let them lose everything. That no matter how difficult, and dangerous, and potentially deadly their training had been they wouldn't die from it even if it felt like they should.

Anja was on the brink of a line that neither the House nor her instructors could pull her from. It would frighten anyone. I should frighten her, a little wisp of a girl nearly woman. But it does not. Gilda and Henry, Dorin and Argonar were with her. She would protect them from anything and everything. This beast of a man would have to trample her corpse before she'd let him harm them in any way. A bloody howl burst from her lips, teeth sharp and terrible, talons sprouting from her fingertips. The howl was wordless unless you knew her. But in it were the names of her siblings, a cry of purpose and intent and being.

She should move. She should run. But for her brothers and sister, she chose to stand. The house could teach them many things but one thing it did not teach them. How to be a family. It wasn't suffering that taught Anja it, it was belonging. Family isn't something you learn. It's something that happens when frightened and small you share each other's beds and when happy and light your give each other your laughter. Anja would give her siblings everything; her last breath, her last smile, her last moment.

She strikes. A fury. A protector. A sister.

It's all she has left, her thinking clouded by moments with Argonar and Dorin, Henry and Gilda. She was never one to wait. To sit tight. To delay. She is every bit as chaotic as the nature that feeds her soul. It is a telling fault, but one her siblings know well. She collapses, eye blank, wide and white, dragging the dying dog atop her as her claws rend its skull. Her breath shudders.

The House never prepared her completely for this. And in the Black she wonders in the last if Creyton will miss her closeness or if she never reached inside that metal housing of his heart after all.


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Dice Heart of a Lion:
1d20+7 (12)+7 Total = 19

Dice Damage 2:
1d4+3 (4)+3 Total = 7


 

 

 
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Gilda had gladly accepted Argonar’s assistance up into the strange cart. She had shaken her head when Argonar stated to the waif that he and Anja would walk. ”The cart’s right here, why would you -? Oh, never mind, do what you will.” She had already lost interest, her hand holding the key tightly. It seemed warm, and she felt… what did she feel? Comfort. Connection. A bond. She looked around her, feeling as though Abadar himself were traveling with them. She smiled and held the key in her sweaty palm. Her interest in her surroundings faded, and the warmth from the key made her feel like she was safe in bed, or in the comfort of Basil’s presence, or even nowhere at all. Her eyes began to drift closed, even while she began to mumble to Dorin. ”You think… you could… make a necklace for this…?” And then she was gone.



An unknown amount of time passed while Gilda dreamed. She was deep underground, in a cavern filled with glittering gems, hunks of shiny ore, pickaxes and shovels, and the scent of dirt. A set of iron rails held a mine cart loaded with treasure, and in the distance, there was a figure working. Gilda strained her eyes, trying to discern the facial features. The man was short but muscular, with dark blonde hair… but she couldn’t see his face. The key was still in her hand in the cave, only it was a pickaxe now, a familiar pickaxe with familiar etching on the handle. She knew the figure who was working so hard in this cave, had seen him in dreams, had seen him long ago, and now he was here, he was before her. She was reaching out, her hand stretching to touch the shoulder of the man whose face lay just beyond her vision.

”Dad? –“



The wagon jolted to a stop and the snoring Gilda rolled off the padded wooden bench to the floor below. The rude awakening was doubly surprising, mostly because she hadn’t even realized she’d nodded off. Her exhaustion had faded but was now replaced with a sudden shame. I fell asleep! Is everyone alright? Who knows what she had missed during her unexpected nap. She pulled herself up to a sitting position and noticed that they had reached… something. A tower? With no windows? Yet that was not where the others were looking. Her eyes looked around and saw figures in the distance. Her ears heard a growling, unfamiliar voice, and suddenly there was Henry firing his crossbow at – what? A dog?

What was happening?

”I don’t – what – who are those people? she fairly well shouted at Argonar, only to see that something about her brother gilda doesn’t know what’s wrong with him; I’m guessing blindnessdidn’t seem quite right, but she was suddenly fearful. Something was pressing in her palm, something warm and hard, and she looked down to see the key that she had never let go of.

What? For a split-second her mind was still catching up with everything going on about her, but that was all. She saw the dogs and a man advance, saw Anja take a vicious hit and sway on her feet before seeming to recover. Gilda put her hand to her mouth, frightened and feeling very small. But the hard lump of key in her hand was like a warm embrace, and the fear passed, replaced with an unexpected seething rage. The years of training they had faced kicked in, and Gilda stood up tall in the cart, her voice strong and full of conviction that had not been there moments before. She moved over to stand aside her sister and reached out with the hand holding the key.

”Abadar! To you I pray, heal my sister!” she bellowed while pressing her hand on the thin girl's frame. A
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”Whoever you are, we did not come here to fight you, but we will not tolerate threats, and I'll see you buried before you hurt my siblings again.”

 
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It was well known, amongst the orphans of the House, that Argonar had always wanted a dog. Innumerable attempts had been made over the years, some simple and some elaborate heist-like schemes, for him to sneak a dog in as a pet, but thus far (for he did not consider the matter settled) Creyton had always found him out.

And so it was that the young man's spirits were raised at the sight of the guard dogs, despite the danger. Too large for his taste, still the soft fur, black noses, and thin ears hinted at playfulness that the bared teeth hid.

And then he sensed more than saw the malevolent presence manifest behind him. "No, I don't 'reckon', child of Ejlvajn" hissed in his ear, so full of hate that the hairs on his arms stood on end, and his skin crawled under the armor below where the fleshy hand fell. What in the nine hells... he thought, before the world went dark for a long moment... and then returned, changed. He tried to gather his thoughts around the enlarged soldier and the vanished cart, the strange man who had known who they were, but while he was thinking, the others were acting.

Two of the dogs came towards him, one sinking teeth into his forearm, eliciting a grunt of pain, but even worse the large man seemed to land a severe blow to Anja, but the tough wild young woman stayed on her feet, fighting back, and Gilda was already there to help her sister.

Time stretched out between heart beats again, and Argonar remembered an early training session with Gander Elden. He had stood there, battered and sweating while Gander stared at him with those measuring eyes. "You have a mind that rebels against structure. That can be a disadvantage, leaving you easily distracted. Or it can be a strength, letting you adapt to each challenge you find." she taps him hard on the forehead, "Learn to make it a strength, for your sake and your siblings."

Argonar focused, seeking to avoid Flanking Foil: Whenever you hit an adjacent opponent with a melee attack, until the start of your next turn, that opponent does not gain any flanking bonus on attack rolls while it is flanking you and cannot deal sneak attack damage to you. It can still provide a flank for its allies.being surrounded, then dropped a hammer blow fist onto the head of the dog in front of him. For the love he bore for the dog and the pain in his heart for striking it, he pulled the blow to ensure there would be no lasting harm. The dog stayed on its feet, though its legs were wobbly and it was perhaps a bit cross-eyed. He took a step diagonally up beside the dog he struck, away from the second dog.

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Standing in his spot on their hired carriage Dorin enjoyed a significantly taller view of the battlefield then he was used to. It almost looked like other people were fighting from here and he was an observer. Like that gladiator match they had all seen a lifetime ago in a much happier place then this. That had been a fun day, today was not. The whole thing seemed both surreal and much to fast at the same time. That is until reality came crashing down as he saw the blow that laid Anja low and the blood streaming from Argonar's arm. Help Anja he heard Argonar yell. Dorin felt something heavy in his hand and without realizing it saw he had drawn his hammer.

Without realizing it was him he heard his voice shout "Anja!" as he flung the hammer with all his might at the tall man with the bloody sword. The hammer flew from his grasp and rather then arcing through the air its flight stabilized and it flew directly toward the man's chest. 7 damageIt struck him hard and bounced off. Instead of falling to the ground it reversed course and came to a rest in Dorin's outstretched hand.


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Henry (H) 8/8 14/13/11 None
Dog 2 (D2) 6/6 13/12/12 ?
Dog 1 (D1) 6/6 (0/6 Nonlethal) 13/12/12 Staggered!
Dog 3 (D3) -1/6 13/12/12 Dying!
Human Enemy 1 (HE1) 3/10 11/10/11 Large?
Anja (AB) 3/11 17/14/13 Disabled! (Player Left)
Gilda (G) 10/10 19/10/19 None
Argonar (A) 10/12 17/14/14 ?
Dorin (D) 8/8 12/12/11 None
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Seeing the fight get ugly, Henry dropped his bow, drew his sword, and moved to cover Gilda's flank.
 
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Dog 2 [D2]The dog that had cut outside to engage Argonar from a different direction shied away ever so slightly as the brawler's fist connected with its packmate's skull, echoing with a hollow thud. Fortunately, the uninjured beast was saved from a head own encounter with the brawny man by the appearance of a much less muscular target - Henry.

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Dog 1 [D1]Knocked clean senseless by the young man's single punch, the dog that had previously tasted Argonar's tender flesh could only howl and snap dazedly back at the bruiser.

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Human Enemy 1 [HE1]"Oi there! Don' ya worry lass, she's done and done good, yeah?" The man with the wicked short blade, still gleaming with Anja's heart's-blood, snarled a laugh at Gilda in the pigeon argot of lower Andoran. Giving the fledgling dwarf priestess a vile wink, he spun and turned his blade on Argonar next. Much to his surprise and consternation, however, Dorin's hammer seemed to appear out of empty air and collide solidly with his unarmored skull. He staggered, missing his strike entirely, and nearly went to his knee before recovering. When the man straightened, his face was a mask of crimson gore; the hammer had, quite literally, split the man's skull, and whitish-pink material peeped through the split scalp. The message in his eyes as he glanced across the battlefield at the diminutive wizard promised death by any means necessary.

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Anja and McGeeUnder Gilda's spell'd hands, the vicious wounds across Anja's torso began sealing themselves closed. Of a certainty, they bore the fresh pink of new scar tissue, and the copious red ichor formed a sizeable pool in comparison to her svelte frame. No fresh stain, however, joined that which had already been spilled.

For the briefest of moments, her eyelids fluttered, then opened on orbs unfixed to any anchor points. Her chest spasmed before a series of wracking coughs brought up a glob of rapidly congealing blood. Afterwards she seemed to breathe easier, though she made no effort to rise. "Gilda...," the young woman questioned weakly, then those fogged hues closed again. Though her chest rose and fell to the closest of observations, the Foundlings' wildest sidling lay still and silent.

Despite McGee's steady and experienced hands at the reigns, the snarling and snapping of enraged dogs and the tangy copper scent of blood proved too much for the eternally disinterested donkeys. Suddenly alert and acutely interested, with their satellite ears swung towards the brawl across the too short distance, they jerked at the leather chord in the girl's hands and unexpectedly shot forward. Towing girl and cabby behind them, they set to getting as far as they could away from the commotion with a will.
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”Anja? ANJA!” Gilda’s eyes welled with tears and her sorrowful cry turned to a scream of pain and rage as she saw the light fade from the wild girl’s eyes. She continued to press the key into the girl’s side, beseeching Abadar to breathe life back into the girl’s wounded frame. She was screaming Anja’s name over and over, trying to somehow will the girl back to life. If I’d been here a little quicker… if I’d been standing in front of her, and not sleeping…

Her tears coursed hot and stinging down her cheeks, and it was all she could do to tear herself away from her dead sister. Shouts and barks drew her back into the moment, drawing her attention to the large figure standing a short distance away. The pain went from her eyes, replaced with dark, smoldering rage.

”YOU! MURDERER!” she bellowed out at the figure, and then the key was gone and the mining pick was in her hand instead, and she was moving to the figure and preparing to strike a blow. ”BASTARD! YOU KILLED MY SISTER!” She 5 foot step near the dogsstepped next to her brother Argonar and swung the heavy pick as hard as she could at the large man who stood before them. Her shield was holding key in off hand, pick in main hand. AC currently 16stowed away, forgotten, and in her rage she wasn’t sure she’d have even registered a blow if it came. Unfortunately her tears of rage turned her vision into a hundred points of refracted light, and the blow came
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”YOU! MURDERER!”
Argonar started at Gilda's agonized cry, he tried to spare a quick look over but all he saw was his enraged adopted sister rush up and aim a wild, vicious strike at the man, ”BASTARD! YOU KILLED MY SISTER!”. He wasn't sure what was going on. He thought Gilda had healed her, thought things were going to be ok, but now he wasn't sure, Need to end this he thought, dropping his focus on defense and instead Martial Flexibility: Flanking Foil Cleave (2 daily uses left)adopting a method of momentous attacking. He struck sharply with his elbow into the lower ribs of the large man, allowing the rebounding energy to launch the same fist at the dog beside him. Because he was a boy with a good soul who loved far more than he hated, he still struck even now with diminished strength to spare lives; the dog did not deserve to die, and the man, well, perhaps he could answer questions. He felt his eyes stinging as he said to Gilda, "Surely she is not dead! Check her again!". He turned to face the last dog, AC 15 until my next turnsomewhat off-balance from his attack

 


 

 

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Taking a moment to survey the battlefield Dorin 5 foot step directly south, assuming north is "up"stepped back away from the fight

He saw the flurry of movement that was an angry Argonar and observed that the only opponent who was not doubled over immobilized by pain was the dog immediately to his left. Dorin held his hammer to his side and with a small flourish raised a pointed finger at the animal and quietly said "Ray of Frost at D2. Ranged touch attack into melee
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Henry had seen Anja go down, and heard the rage of his siblings, but it couldn't be true, right? Not like this.
The young thief ran that thought through his hand over and over as he struck out at the beast next to him.
Anja wasn't dead, couldn't be dead. Gilda would help her.

Henry's grin wouldn't come, but he didn't think about that, he just had to keep moving. Keep fighting. Gilda would help Anja. His blade struck out but narrowly missed. Henry blinked and felt moisture. He grit his teeth and held his position, he needed to focus.
 

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The Fall of (a) ManPerhaps it was Dorin's flying hammer cracking his skull open, leaving grey matter to expand in the visible canyon splitting his forehead. Maybe it was his preoccupation with his own bloodlust, spurred on by having felled the woman even now lying prostrate on the littered ground. Maybe he just wasn't that great a swordsman. Whatever the reason, as the man's enlarged steel swung through the air and missed Argonar by a mile, the mercenary failed to recover quickly and protect his weak spots.

This proved his greatest tactical error in a life time of tactical errors.

Argonar's elbow, driven with all the fear and rage of a sibling bereft, struck with such force the impact ripped through the man's leather and left a noticeable indention where his chest once curved outwards. The giant man's eyes rolled up in his head and he collapsed soundlessly in the dirt. Rebounding, the fist caught the dog leaping for the young man's flank off-center, crushing the poor beast's windpipe.


Dog 2 [D2]Fully engaged with Henry now, weaving in between the slight man's blade thrusts, the last member of the pack didn't notice its isolation and lack of support. Even as its master fell and its pack members littered the ground around it, the canine doggedly went in for another bite against the far-too-fleet Henry.

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Henry (H) 8/8 14/13/11 None
Dog 2 (D2) 6/6 13/12/12 ?
Dog 1 (D1) -4/6 13/12/12 Dying!
Dog 3 (D3) -2/6 13/12/12 Dying!
Human Enemy 1 (HE1) 3/10 (-2/10 Nonlethal) 11/10/11 Large? Unconscious!
Anja (AB) 3/11 17/14/13 Disabled! (Player Left)
Gilda (G) 10/10 19/10/19 None
Argonar (A) 10/12 17/14/14 ?
Dorin (D) 8/8 12/12/11 None
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