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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 7, 2007 11:46:01 GMT
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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 7, 2007 22:16:04 GMT
Using whispers and hand signals, Cathmhaol directed his troops. Turning to Myr, he said quietly, "Now then lassie, what's this about a creat..."
His preparations were disturbed by an almighty yell and pounding footsteps as Throgbur popped up 40 yards away and charged towards the lizardmen waving his axe over his head!
"Aw, shite!" cursed Cathmhaol, "Get after 'im!"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 7, 2007 23:39:40 GMT
Thogrud runs forward catching the Lizard men off guard, as he arrives at the first one he swings his greataxe in a huge sweep, decapitating the Lizard man immediatly.
Following behind are Azhedo, Kirdan and Cathmhaol running at full pelt. Alzhedo swings his staff missing widly . Kirdan runs through a lizard man from behind, withdrawing his sword and taking up a defensive stance. Cathmhaol sidesteps a swipe from a lizardman, slashing his throat stepping back and watching the creature die at his feet.
A magical missile comes from the path were Zeric is stood and strikes one of the lizard men in the chest, coming along this path is a glowing badger ready to attack th enearest creature.
OOC- next round of actions please. 3 creatures dead, 1 wounded 8 alive
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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 7, 2007 23:45:09 GMT
OOC: A badger for fuck's sake! What happened, were the voles on strike?!?!? 
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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 7, 2007 23:52:03 GMT
OOC: Let's try this first ...
"Drop yer weapons an' give yerselves up!" snarled Cathmhaol, waving his sword threatenly.
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Post by Throgbur on Feb 8, 2007 8:33:23 GMT
Throgbur (avoiding whoever this Thogrud was) ran straight at the nearest enemy, greataxe swirling overhead...
OOC:
Continue to kill any enemy standing, regardless of a surrender...
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Post by Zeric on Feb 8, 2007 8:56:08 GMT
Zeric sent another magic missile towards his foes, careful to keep himself concealed in the undergrowth. Throgbur, you idiot! Keep yourself safe, he thought to himself, more for selfish reasons than through genuine concern for his 'brother'.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 8, 2007 10:52:35 GMT
With eight Lizardmen left, they doubled up on the Misfits in the clearing. The "cosmic" Badger attacked goring one of the lizardmen, catching him by surprise/
Throgbur takes a huge swipe with his greataxe breaking the Lizard man's shield and gashing his arm. As he struck another magic missile hit the creature, causing its death.
Twirling his staff, Alzhedo, avoided the blow of the lizardman retaliating by hitting the side of the creatures face. Cathmhaol parried a blow on his own shield from the lizard man's great club, before pushing his sword under the arm of the creature. Feeling its ribs break as the sword pushed in he withdrew it watching the creature collapse and die at his feet.
Kirdan struck the weapon arm of one of his opponents rendering it useless and watched as the creatures club dropped from its fingers.
In the space of 2 minutes, the Lizard men were now half their number. With one unarmed, the others dropped their weapons before running off into the swamp.
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Post by Throgbur on Feb 8, 2007 11:12:59 GMT
OOC:
If any are within charge range, Throgbur (that's T H R O G B U R) goes after one anyway, trying to hack it down to stop them from all escaping.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 8, 2007 14:21:59 GMT
OOC- Fill your boots describing it if you like
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Post by Throgbur on Feb 8, 2007 14:38:45 GMT
Throgbur, axe dripping in his hands, spied the lizardmen fleeing. With a bellow and a swing of his axe he was away, flying straight into one and knocking him down, his axe splitting another from head to toe.
With axe slick in gore and entrails he roared with laughter and waved to his brother.
"Brother! See how they run!!"
Beneath his huge boots the still living green, scaly creature squirmed, barely alive.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 8, 2007 17:31:14 GMT
OOC- IF anyone wants to describe the killing off of the rest of the Lizard men , like Harv, then fill your boots. After that if you can let me know what your doing next, seeing as your in the middle of a clearing in the middle of a lizard's swamp
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Post by Zeric on Feb 8, 2007 20:24:55 GMT
With axe slick in gore and entrails he roared with laughter and waved to his brother. "Brother! See how they run!!"Beneath his huge boots the still living green, scaly creature squirmed, barely alive. Zeric got to his feet, after seeing the last of the Lizardmen routed or dispatched, " Yes, brother. It reminds me of the rhyme mother used to sing to me - remember? No, you wouldn't, would you? You had to live in the woodshed, didn't you? The rhyme Mother sang to me was 'Three Blind Mice'." Zeric seemed to take a perverse pleasure in taunting his brother, in slapping him down at his moment of triumph. The others had seen evidence of this many times over the past few months; except Cathmhaol, of course. But still, Throgbur seemed to show respect for his human half-brother. Like a scolded puppy, he kept coming back to Zeric. It seemed a strange relationship. Part symbiotic, part parasitic... But that was families for you. |
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Post by Throgbur on Feb 8, 2007 21:15:30 GMT
Looking devestated at the rebuke, Throgbur sniffed, shoved his still dripping greataxe over his back on its long sling, and picked up the still squirming creature. Sighing at being the doormat of the world, yet unable to spell "doormat", Throgbur deposited the creature at his brother's feet.
"Pressie." he said, hoping to make up for whatever grievous instult he had done his brother.
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Post by Zeric on Feb 9, 2007 0:22:30 GMT
Zeric shrugged, then inclined his head towards Throgbur, " Truly, I do not deserve a brother such as you. You, my sibling, are far too kind and generous. I hope I can be worthy of your noble gift, Throg." He knelt on the lizardman's chest, intoning the words to a spell, his hands began to glow with magical energy, " I, Zeric, shaman of the humans, give you back your pathetic life, wretch!" As he touched his glowing hands to the lizardman's forehead, the glow faded, transferring to the area around its eyes, " I place this geas upon thee, you will bear the visible mark for ten minutes, then, I shall be able to see through your eyes at will and can control your very soul. You will take a message to your tribe, beast. This area is ours. Your people exist at our sufferance only. The humans of this area are under our protection. If I see you again, I will know. Do not doubt this. My power will squeeze your cold heart with the ease you would swat a mosquito." He rose, pointing into the swamp, " Now, get out of my sight and never, ever blight mine eyes again, or ye shall know suffering. Get!!" OOC: Of course, this is all bluff, but I am playing on the primitive's (hopefully) superstitious nature to spread fear among the lizardmen. The use of the word Shaman is deliberate, as I feel he would be more familiar with the term, than sorceror or wizard. Basically, if we can spread fear, it might make further encounters with the blues a little easier. (At least, that's what I'm hoping for...  ) OOC 2: The spell is Light, which will last 10 minutes and hopefully freak him out enough that he will do as he is told. |
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