SocraticLawyer wrote:Tinuwen tosses a flask of oil to Naruthirdor
Keeping both flaming brands in his off hand, Naruthirdor takes the oil after a quick nod of thanks to Tinuwen. Then after a quicker prayer to Melian for aid against these spawn of Ungoliant, he lets the oil fly: C'mon PUH-LEASE, go oil go: [1d20] = 17
This is a game about killing things and taking their stuff so you can become more powerful in order to kill bigger things and take even better stuff.
Alethan: I'm good with NOT pressing our luck this time. mjulius: That's how I know I'm home. Pulpatoon: The whole point of PbP is to take the scheduling pressure off the game. We're just chatty because we're so eager! Scott308: ...everyone should be reminded of just how wonderful the people they play games with here can be in real life. Leitz: Quality and quantity wise, I think US is the best I've seen. Paladin: I can promise terror, glory, and riches...or a quick and brutal death. Inferno: Come on! That's was Vicar's Head, a completely different doomed village! Rex: I can move to the wait list to let someone else into the game.
Mirkwood Forest, Rhovanion, Middle Earth
Dawn. March 21, Year One of the Fourth Age
Day Three. Damp, cold
His back to the enchanted river, Folco fearlessly slashes his short blade at the gigantic terror looming over him, to no avail! In horror, he hears brave Gilly the dwarf fall, poisoned, behind him!
The great spiders of Mirkwood advance into the wakening nest of delicious little morsels. The hideous monsters attack their squirming, flailing prey! "How they fight! What a meal we will sssoon enjoy!" coos one of the ghastly horrors!
Gilwennen nimbly evades an immense venomous stinger! But poor Folco is bitten again (5hp damage)! And so are Glasik and Elbenwin, before they can even get to their feet! (-2hp and -5hp respectively) Poisoned*, they swing sword and ax with what they each believe is their final breath!
Folco and Elbenwin miss their mark, perhaps due to the effects of the toxic venom! But Glasik retaliates, smiting his enemy (S3) with dwarven steel! Therone and Elbenarin rush to Glasik's side, swords gleaming, and together they slay the enormous frightful monstrosity! (S3) It dies screeching, its many legs flailing wildly!
Naruthirdor opens a silver flask of elvish oil and hurls it upon one of the monstrous leviathans (S1), dousing it in the flammable liquid!
Tinuwen stands beside her sister and gashes a spider's dreadful maw (S2)! Rumil comes to Folco's aid, severing a stalk-like limb from a hideous body (S1)! And Red the dog defends his fallen mistress, biting the leg of the spider that looms over Gilly (S4), drawing blood and blood-curdling shrieks!
Actions?!(*Elbenwin, Folco and Glasik must successfully Save vs Poison to act next round)
Map: One square = 10 feet. Mirkwood is so overgrown that for movement, 1" = 10 feet.
Seeing his sister fall, Glasik knows exactly what his next target is. However, as he tries to move, fire burns in his veins! He can't move! Fear begins creeping into his mind, knowing there is nothing he can do to help Gilly.
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As one bloated and ichorous segmented leg swings over her head, Gilwennen leaps and grabs it, using its momentum to propel herself around it, Naringë describing a graceful, glittering arc which plunges abruptly into the side of the spider’s head, just behind the last of its hideous compound eyes.
Oops sorry. Spammers got hairy again. Naruthirdor tosses on it his flaming branches of fire onto S1. Throwing fire! [1d20] = 17
This is a game about killing things and taking their stuff so you can become more powerful in order to kill bigger things and take even better stuff.
Alethan: I'm good with NOT pressing our luck this time. mjulius: That's how I know I'm home. Pulpatoon: The whole point of PbP is to take the scheduling pressure off the game. We're just chatty because we're so eager! Scott308: ...everyone should be reminded of just how wonderful the people they play games with here can be in real life. Leitz: Quality and quantity wise, I think US is the best I've seen. Paladin: I can promise terror, glory, and riches...or a quick and brutal death. Inferno: Come on! That's was Vicar's Head, a completely different doomed village! Rex: I can move to the wait list to let someone else into the game.
Mirkwood Forest, Rhovanion, Middle Earth
Dawn. March 21, Year One of the Fourth Age
Day Three. Damp, cold
"Sssstop ssstruggling, little onesss. It will all be over sssooon," purrs one of the ugly crawling horrors.
It might be right. Elbenwin and Glasik join Gilly among the dead leaves of the forest floor, overcome by the spiders' insidious toxins!
Rumil and Tinuwen evade stingers dripping with venom, but Red is not so lucky! (-1hp) Gilly's stalwart defender is poisoned!*
Behind the front lines, Naruthirdor pulls a burning branch from the campfire and hurls it atop a great oil-soaked spider (S1) and it bursts into a roaring conflagration that consumes the shrieking, writhing, kicking monstrosity!
Folco quickly puts the flailing thing (S1) out of its misery with a few quick strokes of his sword!
Elbenarin wheels to his right and severs a leg from the terrible spider looming over faithful Red (S4), with a slash of his shimmering blade!
Behind Elbenarin, the elvish sisters Gilwennen and Tinuwen both smite the gigantic arachnid nearest them (S2)! Gilwennen nearly puts out one of its eight hideous black eyes, but the fiendish thing fights on!
Actions?!(*Red must successfully Save vs Poison to act next round)
Map: One square = 10 feet. Mirkwood is so overgrown that for movement, 1" = 10 feet.
With the next closest spider already engaged, the spunky hobbit tries to hide and move closer to it silently so he can maneuver around it for an unseen backstab.
Naruthirdor quickly grabs up two lit branches, one in each hand. And walks towards a seemingly friendless Elbenarin, he waves the branches back and forth over his head as he goes. "Ungoliant is dead by her own hunger," he yells, "spiders burn brighter than starlight! You are next!" While he heads toward spider 4, he's really looking all over the ground to see if he can find anymore oil, knowing he's screwed otherwise. Naruthirdor also tries to give himself some bravery by loudly intoning the words his parents taught him when young, he speaks them the common tongue so all can understand:
"O Elbereth! Gilthoniel!
We still remember, we who dwell
In this far land beneath the trees,
Thy starlight on the Western Seas"
He'll walk southwest so that he can get as safe (and comrade-free) a shot as he can. If he can't find any oil, he'll still throw the firebrand and draw his magic dagger bracing for the worst. He's really hoping to find some oil to repeat the dangerous maneuver he just did, but if he can't he'll hope Elbenarin doesn't succumb to poison and someone else can come before he's slaughtered.
This is a game about killing things and taking their stuff so you can become more powerful in order to kill bigger things and take even better stuff.
Alethan: I'm good with NOT pressing our luck this time. mjulius: That's how I know I'm home. Pulpatoon: The whole point of PbP is to take the scheduling pressure off the game. We're just chatty because we're so eager! Scott308: ...everyone should be reminded of just how wonderful the people they play games with here can be in real life. Leitz: Quality and quantity wise, I think US is the best I've seen. Paladin: I can promise terror, glory, and riches...or a quick and brutal death. Inferno: Come on! That's was Vicar's Head, a completely different doomed village! Rex: I can move to the wait list to let someone else into the game.
Therone
Therone smiles at the bit of poetry- remembering other times when she would write verse of her own, and sing it as her friends played harp and flute.
