Jammers Summary: Chapter 7, Turn 12
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IC:
Round 2:
Sekeht holds a marble in his hand and looks at the spellcaster on the southern balcony. The marble races from his hand toward the target, but the marble flies above his head and strikes the stone wall behind him.
Ferric takes two strides to stand in front of Kain's prone form as he knocks another arrow to his bow. Ignoring the chaos and javelins protruding from his armor he sights his arrow on the the endmost native of the southeastern balcony while saying "Sekhet, drag Kain into the hall and tend to his wounds." Loosing his arrow he knocks another saying to those around him, "I'm working from the end someone take out their center." Ferric then fires again. Both of his arrows strike the witchdoctor, but they both also bounce off seeming to do no damage.
Charging around the corner Ives bellows "HUZZAH! STAND AND DELIVER!" The giff quickly moves to bring his glaive to bear in a quick strike against the first native he bears down upon. The weapon's steel head cuts through the air in a deadly arc as Ives steps into the attack. His great strength leaves a bloody mess as his glaive crumples the neck and chest of the native warrior in a mortal blow.
"Lerra, Allagan do something magical what!" Ives booms out after his attack.
Raken starts hacking at the nearest native with his scimitar. His vicious chop with his long, curved blade leaves a deep wound in his opponent's side.
His foe stabs back with his spear, slicing Raken's leg open.
Holland continues to focus his attention, moving the flaming sphere down the length of the northern balcony, though he cannot see it beneath the balcony's railing. As he does so, however, many natives collapse and fall over in agony. The smell of burnt flesh continues to permeate the hall.
Talus spins around in the air to face the southern balcony. His fingers dance as he tosses a handful of sand and chants. Two of them men along that balcony slide to the floor behind the balcony railing.
Nilaroo should reach the top of the stairs, drawing his two handed sword. he swings at the first native within reach, but that worthy narrowly ducks beneath the massive sword. Nilaroo in his turn sucks his gut in just enough to avoid the return spear thrust.
Cresting the stairs, and spotting a likely target, Freneth hurls his atatl propelled javelin at the feather dressed man before him, but he misses the badly burned foe who rushes forward and stabs with his spear at Freneth. The native misses in his turn as well.
Dhebun rushes up the north stairs shouting fiercely, though he winces at the throbbing pain in his arm.
From her position behind Allagan, Leera quickly withdraws a speck of fleece from a spell pouch. She makes a series of short, graceful gestures and utters a single arcane command. A bank of roiling pink mist rises from the floor to surround Leera, Allagan, Sekeht, Ferric, Holland, Kain, and Dhebun.
Almost at once, those within the bank of rolling mist recognize it as an illusion and can easily see through it. Judging from the cries of frustration from the natives, they cannot.
Allagan stands in place, giving Leera cover.
A wave of half a dozen javelins flies through the mist but they miss everyone.
The witchdoctor chants as he pulls what looks like a length of bloody intestines from a satchel and ties it in a knot while pointing it towards Talus. A moment later a pair of pale, ghostly hands materialize around the half-elf's throat and begin choking him.
*********** Round 3:
Keeping in step with Raken, Ives launches another attack at a native his glaive cutting through the air in another fierce blow. Ives' blow slams downwards and the native warrior crumples to the ground as Ives brings his weapon to a position ready to strike once again.
This time, however, the warrior behind the one he slew steps forward quickly and stabs with his spear. But Ives' armor easily deflects the obsidian spear point.
Raken continues hacking at the nearest native, this time his scimiter slices into his foe's neck. The warrior collapses while blood spurts from his wound.
Holland tries to turn his flaming sphere to the south balcony, but of course the balcony railing stops it from crossing the gap over the head.
Talus draws his two daggers and flies at the witchdoctor as the ghostly hands continue to choke him. His ruby hilted dagger slices into the witchdoctor's arm.
The witchdoctor howls in pain and yells something in a language no one understands as he swings his warclub at Talus' head. The half-elf easily dodges the blow.
Nilaroo takes two mighty swings with his massive sword, slicing two of the badly burned natives in two at the waist.
Freneth bends his small frame back, and using his atatl and full arm length, he projects his javelin through the chest of the next warrior, dropping him.
Another warrior leaps across the bodies, however, moving with a confidence that can only come from experience. His spear slides through Nilaroo's defences and leaves a deep gash on his arm.
Dhebun reaches the top of the stairs and finds Freneth and Nilaroo blocking him.
Leera calls out "Watch out, I think those things are poison! I feel strange!"
Leera chants and motions towards the witchdoctor, then she calls out to the target, telling him that she is in danger and that he must stop the attack, in any way possible. he doesn't respond to her calls at all as he fights with Talus.
Allagan stands in place, giving Leera cover.
With Talus in the way and his arrows bouncing off the witchdoctor Ferric begins loosing arrows at the man's neighbors. Two of his arrows fly into the first man and down him.
Sekeht looks down the hallway to make sure nothing's coming then he pulls Kain into the hallway.
Date/Time: 1:57 pm, 7th day of the 11th Month, 5049 OC
End of Turn Health Percentages: Leera: 80% Kain: 80% ?? Talus: 60% Italapate: 100% Nilaroo: 70% Sekht: 100% Holland: 100% Raken: 60% Ferric: 60% Dhebun: 60% Allagan: 100% Freneth: 100% Ives: 80% Vais(NPC): 100% Oquid(NPC): 100% The NIGHTWIND: 100%
