Not used to the heat of the hall Nibor finds himself starting to doze, snapping back to attention he turns to the fellow beside him:
Oh goodness, excuse me. I was somewhere else altogether there! Am I here to see the boss you say? Oh no, we just stopped by to warm ourselves by your fire, I was merely curious.
Curious to see how this plays out he settles back on the bench, peeking around to see where Merry is
Rollo's bolt hits the hurriedly dressing guard's shoulder with a satisfying, if not slightly sickening, thunk. He curses loudly and gives up on trying to tie his britches, instead running full pelt for the tower door, a slight shimmer in the air around him.
Meanwhile Merry after practically inhaling her food seemingly appears next to the boss who is sat in his chair. She strums a few strings on her lute and peers round the chair at the boss enquiringly, if not a little too closely, Any song requests my liege? I’m sure I know a few which would put a smile on your face... doesn’t look as though you’ve smiled in a while...
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
I don’t like the look of this Rollo... Coal says before pointing a hand at the running figure and casts Magic Missile three darts of arcane energy spike across the courtyard causing 522 respectively
The bolts slam into the guard, the last one chasing him round the corner.
A few seconds pass with no further sound. Water starts to seep under and around the door before coalescing into a large serpent and shrieking at the three adventurers
The bullet hits home, but appears to have been slowed by the watery body. The rite magic flashes inside the body, sending a quiver of pain through its body.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Coal watches the bullet slow in its trajectory after hitting the water apparition. Lets see if lightning works better shall we? He raises a gauntleted hand towards the water snake and launches a bolt of lightning from a gem located on the central knuckle of his gauntlet. Attack: 20 Damage: 7
The last strike proves too much for the serpent, which falls to the ground and transforms back into the sour-faced, lank haired, moustachioed guard. He has breathed his last.
Report? Report on what? Many thanks for your hospitality good sir, the food was scrumptious! I must speak to your cook to get the recipe. In fact everyone here has been very welcoming! It is a lovely fort you have here, my companion and I might have to include it as part of a regular route... Merry continues to ramble endlessly.
Not used to the heat of the hall Nibor finds himself starting to doze, snapping back to attention he turns to the fellow beside him:
Oh goodness, excuse me. I was somewhere else altogether there! Am I here to see the boss you say? Oh no, we just stopped by to warm ourselves by your fire, I was merely curious.
Curious to see how this plays out he settles back on the bench, peeking around to see where Merry is
Rollo's bolt hits the hurriedly dressing guard's shoulder with a satisfying, if not slightly sickening, thunk. He curses loudly and gives up on trying to tie his britches, instead running full pelt for the tower door, a slight shimmer in the air around him.
Meanwhile Merry after practically inhaling her food seemingly appears next to the boss who is sat in his chair. She strums a few strings on her lute and peers round the chair at the boss enquiringly, if not a little too closely, Any song requests my liege? I’m sure I know a few which would put a smile on your face... doesn’t look as though you’ve smiled in a while...
Insight 21
The large bristly man doesn't even turn to look at Merry, instead continuing to eat his stew and read through his reports. His scowl deepens however.
Wait your turn minstrel. Over there. And get that noise out of my ear.
I don’t like the look of this Rollo... Coal says before pointing a hand at the running figure and casts Magic Missile three darts of arcane energy spike across the courtyard causing 5 2 2 respectively
The bolts slam into the guard, the last one chasing him round the corner.
A few seconds pass with no further sound. Water starts to seep under and around the door before coalescing into a large serpent and shrieking at the three adventurers
Coal initiative 21
Guard 8
Initiative 19
Arnnon initiative - 9
Rollo spins round to the water snake, drawing his pistol and muttering ancient conjuring.
Crimson Rite 1
The end of the pistol glows and Rollo aims at the serpents head and fires
Attack: 17 Damage: 13
rite damage 4
The bullet hits home, but appears to have been slowed by the watery body. The rite magic flashes inside the body, sending a quiver of pain through its body.
Coal watches the bullet slow in its trajectory after hitting the water apparition. Lets see if lightning works better shall we? He raises a gauntleted hand towards the water snake and launches a bolt of lightning from a gem located on the central knuckle of his gauntlet. Attack: 20 Damage: 7
The electricity snakes its way through the...snake, causing it to writhe in pain.
It curses at Coal in Aquan. He can make out whore, mother and dog amidst the crackle of electricity
Arnnon readies himself, shortswords in hand.
Bah, we don't really have time for this.
Attack: 13 Damage: 7
Attack: 18 Damage: 10
Colossus slayer: 4
The last strike proves too much for the serpent, which falls to the ground and transforms back into the sour-faced, lank haired, moustachioed guard. He has breathed his last.
Good work fellas! I've not heard of a shapeshifter that can turn into a elemental before. something odd is afoot here..
Meanwhile, in the hall
The large man bats away his empty bowl and turns to look at the hall. Seeing a few unfamiliar faces, he scowls deeper.
Right, minstrel. Anyone else that isn't one of mine. Come here. Report.
Report? Report on what? Many thanks for your hospitality good sir, the food was scrumptious! I must speak to your cook to get the recipe. In fact everyone here has been very welcoming! It is a lovely fort you have here, my companion and I might have to include it as part of a regular route... Merry continues to ramble endlessly.
The boss man grows visibly more tense as Merry speaks. He holds up a large palm in her direction, blocking his view of her face.
Enough. Be quiet.
He turns to Nibor.
You. Speak instead. No rambling.