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Jernau35 wrote: ↑Fri Sep 10, 2021 11:19 pm About 30 minutes.

Or 2 weeks in real time.

Darklin

Wipes the blood on his hand on his armor and grabs another arrow. Keeps firing like his life depends on it, at the closest wasp. When one falls he moves to the next closest one.

[1d20+3]=15+3=18 Long bow
[1d6]=6 Arrow damage

[1d20+3]=10+3=13 Long bow
[1d6]=4 Arrow damage

The Knife

The Knife hides as deep as he can in the tall grass. His hand slips down to the hilt of the small knife in his boot, ready to cut through a net if it lands on him. His other hand rests on his satchel.

The Splits
Sunday, 28th of Goodmonth
Mid Morning, Sunny, Hot, Breezy

TK remains out of sight, from the wasps and from his comrade, though the rustling in the grasses continue to get closer to the gnome.

Darklin wipes the blood away from his wound and fires as if his life depended on it, mostly because it does. He gets off 2 good shots with his bow, bringing one of them down, but takes the brunt of their oncoming javelin attacks, taking 2 more puncture wounds as the tasloi continue to circle his area, peppering him from their flying mounts. 3 dam

The strange little jungle pixie that suddenly appeared from the grass raises one hand at the wasps and shoots out a bolt of green energy that narrowly misses the target.

The 4 members on the carpet can only watch and worry as the distant attack continues.

Actions?

positions:
same map, one less target
Keg Woodwright AC1 12/13
Keyon AC4 6/6
Elnaerel AC3 8/10 3/3
The Knife AC4* 5/5
Darklin Sylvanas AC4 3/8 1/1 CL, DM, RM
Feanol AC10 4/4 1/1 CL, DM, RM
overall map:
viewtopic.php?p=366477#p366477

The Knife

Realizing that moving away from the prowling monster will probably attract the tasloi, The Knife stays where he is. With a bit of luck it's attracted to the noise of the wasps and not me, he thinks to himself.

Feanol

Holds tight and hopes they get in close enough for her spell to work before it's too late.

Darklin

Fires off 2 more arrows.

[1d20+3]=7+3=10 Long bow
[1d6]=2 Arrow damage

[1d20+3]=13+3=16 Long bow
[1d6]=4 Arrow damage

Elnaerel

Unless something can be done, Elnaerel watches the scene in frustration.

(And if something can be done...

Sling (bullet) - To hit [1d20]=15; Dmg S/M [1d4+1]=3+1=4 L [1d6+1]=2+1=3)

Keyon

The elf maintains a tight grip on the carpet and urges it onward.

The Splits
Sunday, 28th of Goodmonth
Mid Morning, Sunny, Hot, Breezy

Darklin continues his fruitless and unassisted battle with the wasp riders who outnumber him 11 to 1. He gets off 1 more accurate shot with his bow before being cut down by another barrage of javelins that stick into him, making him look a bit more like a porcupine than an elf. He drops to the ground bleeding profusely from several wounds just as another figure who is certainly not TK exits the tall grass.
This strange looking newcomer arrives just in time to see Darklin fall from his wounds before she spots the wasps and their riders above, now focusing their attention to her.

TK is still unseen, and the unexplained and out of place jungle pixie fires off another bolt of energy that doesn't come close to hitting anything important.

Elnaerel practices shooting stones into the sea as her foursome races through the air towards the fight, still over a mile away.

Actions?

positions: Keg Woodwright AC1 12/13
Keyon AC4 6/6
Elnaerel AC3 8/10 3/3
The Knife AC4* 5/5
Darklin Sylvanas AC4 -3/8 1/1 CL, DM, RM (Unconscious and Bleeding Out)
Feanol AC10 4/4 1/1 CL, DM, RM
overall map:
viewtopic.php?p=366477#p366477

Amun will wait at the fringe of the grass until as many wasps as possible comes within range, then she'll sound her horn and charge the nearest one that does not flee with her sword.

Elnaerel keeps practicing throwing stones to the air.

Keyon

Ponders how incredibly sexy and windblown he must look, perched atop his carpet like an elven Aladdin.

But seriously...

His brow furrows as Keyon counts the distant dots. "They are so many..." Obviously, the wasp riders have tired of being bested and brought reinforcements.

Feanol

Finding herself daydreaming about how handsome Keyon looks flying his carpet, then catches herself thinks he's probably thinking that himself, and gets mad at him.

Mad now at Keyon she returns her focus to the range at which she can cast her spell.

Ahlmzhad wrote: ↑Wed Sep 15, 2021 2:35 pm Feanol

Finding herself daydreaming about how handsome Keyon looks flying his carpet, then catches herself thinks he's probably thinking that himself, and gets mad at him.

The Horn
Sunday, 28th of Goodmonth
Mid Morning, Sunny, Hot, Breezy

Keyon looks really good flying the ladies (and Keg) around on his new carpet. They continue speeding towards the others, concerned about the growing number of wasps in the air.

With Darklin bleeding out on the rocky cliffs, and still no sign of TK anywhere, the little jungle pixie tries again in vain to shoot a bolt of light at the wasps.

Suddenly, a scary but strong looking female exits the tall grass where TK disappeared earlier. Unless, this really is TK in some strange disguise. The large barbarianesque female sees the elf dying nearby and knows she must do something for him quickly. She pulls out a strange device that looks like an old fog horn. She waits till the wasps are bunched up enough to get several of them in her blast zone before blowing hard into the unknown animal horn.

All of the wasps she faces start to flutter around wildly, some flying erratically in circles as they dive and then climb again. The tiny monsters riding them appear confused and unsure how to control their flying mounts. They continue to pull on their reigns and chatter wildly, but they can't seem to get them to fly towards the newcomer.

A few javelins fly at the woman from behind her, but none of them hit while she chases the other wasps away with her strange, nearly inaudible music. After about a minute of this trumpeting, most of the wasps have either flown out over the marsh, or left the range of the horn completely, leaving only 5 of the original dozen to deal with. The wasps all spread out in a wide circle around the tooting female, ready to fly back in towards their single opponent for another attack.

Actions?

positions: Keg Woodwright AC1 12/13
Keyon AC4 6/6
Elnaerel AC3 8/10 3/3
The Knife AC4* 5/5
Darklin Sylvanas AC4 -4/8 1/1 CL, DM, RM (Unconscious and Bleeding To Death)
Feanol AC10 4/4 1/1 CL, DM, RM
overall map:
viewtopic.php?p=366477#p366477

As the five remaining wasps closes in on Amun she lets go of the horn and starts swinging her giant sword in broad strokes, painting large circles in the air around her. She spins around every now and then to keep track of enemies in all directions.

"Face her cowards and her blade will be the end of its miserable existence. Its blood will paint the ground upon which she stands! Rats trying to surround her but the mountain lion will eat them all. She will not go down without your bloody head in her hands. Malpa sionnia sutykniecca sa svaim kancom!"

Let me know if anyone gets within range and an attack roll is needed

Elnaerel

"Look! It looks as if many of the wasps were scattering!"