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Post by Cathmhaol on Jan 18, 2008 22:42:56 GMT
OOC: Hey ho, let's go!  "Fall back t' the room!" growled Cathmhaol, digging out the pouch of black powder and tossing it to Zeric. "Work fast, ye've no got long!" "Rumpleskin - kill that bastard!" he shouted over his shoulder to the dwarf as he looked down the corridor at the approaching drow. He glanced at the rest of the party, "When that bag goes through the door, git ahind something afore it goes off!"
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Post by Zeric on Jan 19, 2008 11:51:15 GMT
Zeric caught the bag, "Fast as I can, Cath. Fast as I can..."
He busied himself making the device ready, working quickly and efficiently, taking care to keep free from sources of ignition.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 19, 2008 12:23:36 GMT
Rumpleskin parried the blow of the dark elves rapier on his pick, before cleaving the drows head open with his axe. The sickening sound of the blow resounding around the room, as the balde bit into the creatures helmet. "Done" he called back at the human adventurer The sorcerer through some copper coins and other pieces of metal into the satchel he was carrying, padding it with some stones and the "Black Powder" leaving a piece of cloth sticking out the satchel for use as a wick. "The southern lot are close,they'll be on us in minutes. Hurry it up" Shouted Delora, as she stood just inside the door looking south. With her back to the paladin, Aribella, who was looking in the other direction who shouted back "The North lot aren't much further behind. You need to make you minds up." OOC- an intermediate post, its now right at the start of the fight. Time to go!  |
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Post by Cathmhaol on Jan 19, 2008 16:11:09 GMT
"Ready, Zeric?" asked Cathmhaol. He scooped up one of the crossbows on the floor and checked it was loaded. He took aim at the doorway, ready to shoot the first drow that showed its ugly, evil face.
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Post by Zeric on Jan 19, 2008 16:17:59 GMT
Zeric hurriedly tied the bag tight, readying a lantern to use in lighting the wick/fuse, "As I can be, Cathmhaol."
"You? " he asked handing off the pack, eager to be rid of it, "Give me the word and I'll light it. Don't be too eager to hang on to it, though..."
OOC: light it up when Cath gives the nod, then retreat behind something heavy, like a dwarf-built stone wall (or a 300-lb dwarf!)
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Post by Cathmhaol on Jan 19, 2008 16:57:35 GMT
OOC: Cathmhaol will wait until he can shoot one of the approaching drow and use the confusion that causes to give Zeric the word to throw the 'grenade'.
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Post by Zeric on Jan 19, 2008 17:47:47 GMT
OOC: Given Zeric's strength, I'd much prefer if someone else (one of the warriors) did the chucking... It'd probably land about two feet behind him...  |
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on Jan 21, 2008 13:14:55 GMT
OOC: I *could* have Rumbleskin try it, but I think he's about as likely to throw it REALLY HARD against the door frame or the back wall... ;D
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 21, 2008 13:28:43 GMT
OOC- Without trying to point out teh obvious, Zeric cant throw it and prepare a spell 
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on Jan 21, 2008 16:43:14 GMT
OOC: Well, to try and get this moving again, I'll volunteer Rumblie for lobbing duty, but you have been warned
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Post by Cathmhaol on Jan 21, 2008 22:17:46 GMT
OOC: Very good of you old chap, but I think I'd rather have someone who's likely to hit the target!
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Post by Zeric on Jan 22, 2008 1:01:16 GMT
OOC: Anyone...?
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 22, 2008 11:18:54 GMT
OOC - if theres no more volunteering Ill go with Rumpleskin being the thrower. Ill update the thread tonight at some point, then we can get moving again as the thread posting has slowed!
yer ever nice DM
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 22, 2008 20:49:17 GMT
Quickly finishing the makeshift bomb, Zeric looks proudly at his handywork, he knew he hadnt the time to make it like he wanted it. But he had enough time to make it effective. The others looked at the leather satchel that had the soaked cloth hanging out of it, the smell of the lamp oil heavy in the air. The pause hung in the air like a bad smell, the other adventurers seemed desperate not to volunteer. Before the heavy set dwarf walked forward, grabbing the bag and lighting it before walking quickly towards the door.
"By Tyr" shouted Aribella as he pushed his way out to the corridor, "Delora find cover", the women quickly entering the room
A couple of bolts flew past his broad shoulders, as he swung the bag twice underarm before launching it some 15 feet into the dark elves in the southern corridor the humanoids unsure what to do about it, replied with another volley of bolts. Causing no damage again, but a couple lodged into the armour of the dwarf as he made his way back into the room.
As the dwarf entered the room, there was a loud bang, a feeling of the world shaking around them and dust beginning to fill the room. The dwarf flat on his face from the explosion, started to laugh hysterically at the damage he had just caused. Looking around the group seem to be in perfect condition.
OOC- Next
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on Jan 22, 2008 22:21:15 GMT
Rumbleskin pulled himself to his feet, feeling suitably impressed with his throw, and prepared to launch himself out of the door. working himself into a rage as he did so...
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