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Congratulations to my Georgia Bulldogs! Back to back!!! #OneRaceHuman #OnlyLoveDefeatsHate Last edited by ricktur63; Dec 1st, 2019 at 09:35 AM. Reason: Forgot save and damage die |
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Last edited by Caecielien; Dec 1st, 2019 at 02:58 AM. |
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Night, Déardaoin, 14th of Midsummer 1022. Hi 99, Lo 72; moderate wind; mostly cloudy
The hobgoblin disarmed, incapable of picking his sword up, abandons the attempts as the great wolf bears down on him. Stepping aside the beast's jaws he complains in goblin while drawing a knife from his belt, slashing at Berus' snapping jaws. The other Hobgoblin, busy running one of the bleeding country folk on the ground through the heart to finish the job, glances over at the wolf with an expression of surprise. He looks around the room and it seems, for the first time, he's bothered to survey the terrain and notices there are people standing to oppose them. He also looks up just in time to get a face full of fire. Both of them howl in pain as they are engulfed. Once the fire is out, minus some singed eyebrows, they look alive, unpleasant, and upset about the sudden resistance.
Starchild is too shocked to even yell in pain, though her face reacts in a grimace, as she's drug across the ground leaving a trail of smeared blood along the foot of the bar. Ell helps prop her up against the wall as she slumps on her own. The blood from her chest flows free, and her eyes are beginning to lose focus. By her pallor, it is unlikely Starchild will last much longer without medical aid. Ulfar has to pass this horror show to get into the kitchens. On the table across from the cooking fire is a block of knives, as well as some laying out. He is able to acquire half a dozen in one grab.
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![]() “If you think you can use it,” LilyNot sure if this will be my action for the round. if so disregard dice rolls below. chucked her sword in Darshee’s direction. It felt unnatural to let her weapon go at a time like this. The older elf woman seemed to know something though so she heeded her. Now weaponless Liliane looked down at Starchild, she didn’t look good and it would waste too much time to try to get her outside and come back. Turning away she moved between the bar and the wall of glasses and bottles to the end. At least from this vantage point she could get some cover and Dice ranged attack at H2:
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Congratulations to my Georgia Bulldogs! Back to back!!! #OneRaceHuman #OnlyLoveDefeatsHate Last edited by ricktur63; Dec 12th, 2019 at 09:45 PM. |
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Last edited by Caecielien; Dec 13th, 2019 at 11:45 PM. |
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Night, Déardaoin, 14th of Midsummer 1022. Hi 99, Lo 72; moderate wind; mostly cloudy
Lily passes her sword off and makes her way to the bar. The bottle she tosses, a stout snap top of stout, shatters on the hobgoblin’s head, showering it and Ber with booze. The one with the dagger, now covered in stout, wails in dismay as he is also cut by a flying kitchen knife. Starchild looks into El’s eyes, focusing on something for the first time since she was run through with the ballista bolt. El watches her wince as pressure is applied to the wound. El can feel as the blood rushes between her fingers the wound has not slowed.
Darshee’s challenge, mixed with the sudden turn of the tide and the onslaught from the citizenry, causes the Hobgoblin still holding his sword to step back, his face going from arrogant sadism to genuine doubt and concern. After a quick intake of breath the hobgoblin steps back and looks at Berus and his snapping jaws. Overcome with hatred, the hobgoblin slips behind his companion and rushes forward, lunging forward and thrusting the blade into the animal’s side. He looks up from Berus with a look of grim assurance, knowing people love their pets and how much it must hurt them to hurt the wolf.
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![]() A grin played at the corner of the deputy’s mouth as the bottle of whiskey shattered on impact dousing the hobgoblin in alcohol. Bouyed by her successful throw Lily grabbed a second and Dice ranged attack at H1:
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Unpacking... to a new normal? Last edited by dalarangreen; Dec 27th, 2019 at 02:19 PM. |
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Last edited by Caecielien; Dec 27th, 2019 at 11:28 PM. |
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Congratulations to my Georgia Bulldogs! Back to back!!! #OneRaceHuman #OnlyLoveDefeatsHate Last edited by ricktur63; Dec 30th, 2019 at 10:41 PM. |
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Night, Déardaoin, 14th of Midsummer 1022. Hi 99, Lo 72; moderate wind; mostly cloudy
The onslaught was more than the two hobgoblins could bare. A rain of bottles, and multiple blows from both kitchen knife and the single proper weapon in the room cut down the armed hobgoblin. The one with just his dagger, surrounded by the fish which were supposed to be easy shooting in their barrel, flees for his own life out the ribbons of what was once the front door. There is still fire and calamity outside, but for now the tavern is ignored. It is unlikely to stay this way. In the moment of reprieve sounds from outside, screaming and breaking, can be heard through the open window and door.
Unable to focus her eyes Starchild uses what she is certain is her final breath to say “Flee. Take refugee… in the woods. Live to fight…. another…. day…”
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Unpacking... to a new normal? Last edited by dalarangreen; Jan 13th, 2020 at 12:10 AM. |
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![]() As the first hobgoblin fell to the floor and the second decided to retreat, the young half elf scrambled over the counter and across the destroyed tavern to the ugly creature’s side. She snatched up it’s long sword and started back to where she had left El and Starchild. “I’m comin’! I can’t do any good if I don’t got a weapon,” Lily shot at Ulfar. The dwarf seemed different all of a sudden. Lily couldn’t tell what but he wasn’t just a carpenter any more. But she didn't have time to dwell on her feelings, they all needed to move and get out of the Bungled Hare as fast as they could.
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Last edited by silverfeathers; Jan 14th, 2020 at 09:46 PM. Reason: amending hobglin's weapon |
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