Dungeon Crawling, Round 1!

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20+14
* Hatbot --> "Kodinner rolls 1d20+14 and gets 20." [1d20=6]
> roll 2d6+24
* Hatbot --> "Kodinner rolls 2d6+24 and gets 32." [2d6=3, 5]

With a fine maneuver of his sword Krog shatters the skull of the shouting spearman with a fierce slash! The spearman crumples to the ground, life slain!

> roll 1d20+14 cleave
* Hatbot --> "Kodinner rolls 1d20+14 cleave and gets 30." [1d20=16]
> roll 2d6+24
* Hatbot --> "Kodinner rolls 2d6+24 and gets 29." [2d6=1, 4]

Taking quick speed from it, Krog whips his blade back like a huge whip! It slices through the neck and chest of the spearman that wounded him, ending his life in a flash of steel! Krog is yet not done, attacking the third spearman!

> roll 1d20+9
* Hatbot --> "Kodinner rolls 1d20+9 and gets 18." [1d20=9]
> roll 2d6+24
* Hatbot --> "Kodinner rolls 2d6+24 and gets 28." [2d6=1, 3]

The third is put down with astomach stab, his guts and blood running down Krog's sword! Only one stands to oppose him now! Meanwhile, the disarmed archers flee in a panic, screaming as they run to the hall! Only the one with a bow still left aims and fires at...

Ayane, you're up for various AoOs here, I think. The running archers are prime targets, and you can try the still armed archer, too.

[Dracos]

"Tsk, Tsk...not so fun without your bows?"  Her spinning chains are as dangerous as ever, flashes of blood leaving painful slicing cuts as they run.

OOC:
+18 disarm on the archer, 4 attacks at +8 on the others, 2d4+1.  Ac is 29 still.  Hp 18.

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20+18
* Hatbot --> "Kodinner rolls 1d20+18  and gets 28." [1d20=10]
> roll 1d20+6
* Hatbot --> "Kodinner rolls 1d20+6 and gets 20." [1d20=14]
> roll 1d20+8
* Hatbot --> "Kodinner rolls 1d20+8 and gets 18." [1d20=10]
> roll 1d20+8
* Hatbot --> "Kodinner rolls 1d20+8 and gets 13." [1d20=5]
> roll 1d20+8
* Hatbot --> "Kodinner rolls 1d20+8 and gets 28." [1d20=20]
> roll 1d20+8 crit check
* Hatbot --> "Kodinner rolls 1d20+8 crit check and gets 21." [1d20=13]
> roll 1d20+8
* Hatbot --> "Kodinner rolls 1d20+8 and gets 17." [1d20=9]
> roll 2d4+1
* Hatbot --> "Kodinner rolls 2d4+1 and gets 6." [2d4=2, 3]
> roll 4d4+2
* Hatbot --> "Kodinner rolls 4d4+2 and gets 10." [4d4=1, 2, 4, 1]

With a stream of blows, Ayane wounds two of the archers considerably! They buckle under the assault, whipped and half broken by a single spiked chain! However, they continue to flee! After that, a quick lashing disables the bowshot of the last, knocking his bow well down! He too turns and runs, the archer corps routed!

Ayane, you're up now.

[Dracos]

With a playful grin, Ayane seemed to vanish, appearing further down the corridor, chain spinning as she blocked the corridor ahead.

OOC: AC 26, HP 18.  Withdrawing (no AoOs on my square, so if a lancer is still up, no freebie) and moving up to 20 feet past them.  My move would be 100 feet, so that should effectively let me cut off those fleeing.

[Anastasia]

Ayane sprints ahead like a rustle of fall leaves, skin even stained with red patches of beautiful crimson. She darts ahead, blocking the way for the retreating troops! She also gets a slightly better view of what lies ahead. The big hall ends with a large inset metal gate that is now open, an image of a river and eagle over it's center. Past that gate is another room you can't make out, but you can see two figures coming from it, several hundred feet away.

Current initiative is Krog=Archers>Ayane>Spearmen and knights.

Ayane, you intend to block the retreaters as much as possible, yes? Does this include AoOs and attacks?

[Dracos]

Yes.  Trying to drive them back towards Krog really or at least make it reaallly painful to continue on.

[Anastasia]

The disarmed and demoralised troops hesitate, caught between a rock and a hard place! They look on in open panic, calling, "Sir Tristain! Lady Morrigan! Help! We are routed!" one of the spearmen shouts past Ayane. In reply to that, a hearty voice is heard from the other end of the hall, loud enough to carry the long distance. "Fiends! Cease your actions straightaway and face us!" the man calls, "The Wrath of the Eagle and River shall fall on you!"

The troops are hesitating a moment. If you're going to react to the called challenge, that will alter things somewhat. If not, I'll move you on. Will you?

[Dracos]

"Fiends?  I think more than ten on two is enough to change that call...  but if you can get past my friend there, I'll let you go," She remarked to the knights, not changing her position.

OOC: Wholeness of body, 16 hp healed.  34 hp.

[Merc]

"Why Krog and little human friend the fiends? You ones who attack! We fight back!"

Krog's dry reply cuts at the challenge, as his expression turns into a jeer. "We fight back much better than namby pamby men, Krog think."

Krog then roars at the hearty voice. "You want fight, then Krog say same thing he tell namby pamby men! If you no want say sorry...Run less! Talk less! Fight more! You no make Krog think you is got honor with how act!"

His speech is very rough, Krog speaking from his heart, rather than putting much thought behind it, merely the feeling of annoyance at how these so called knights keep challenging them to fights as if they were the bad guys.

[Anastasia]

The soldiers look shaken, frozen in the middle. They start t hang back, taking defensive positions! They look on at the storm of movement and denial that is Ayane, then the fearsome brute that is Krog! Between them, they look to grimly defend themselves!

Soldiers are defending. You're free to attack them or not, obviously, they're not going out of range. If anything, they're pinned down.

Krog, you're up. Initiative is Krog>Ayane>Soldiers(Disarmed and disarrayed)>Two figures 300 feet away.

[Merc]

Krog moves towards the group of knights, and stops just beyond the range of their attacks, grinning down at them, as he raises his sword and starts swinging it above his head, as if adding power for the moment he swings downward, ready to chop every single one of them down from that spot in one strike.

"Krog just want to ask...when sword slash...HOW MANY OF YOU THINK SURVIVE IF STAY WHERE STAND?!?" Krog bellows at them all, the half orc baring his teeth, trying to further throw the group into disarray, almost bored with these so-called knights, but not willing to rush in and destroy them even further unless one of them feels the foolish need to strike at him.

[Anastasia]

The disarmed warriors look completely shaken up, frozen and staring at Krog in terror! Meanwhile, from far away, the two figures still approach!

Ayane!

[Dracos]

"Now now, I didn't say I'd let you go if you stood there..." She walked a step forward, lashing out at the closest one.

OOC: 10 foot move, one attack, +12, 2d4+1

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20+12
* Hatbot --> "Ko-dinner rolls 1d20+12 and gets 24." [1d20=12]
> roll 2d4+1
* Hatbot --> "Ko-dinner rolls 2d4+1 and gets 6." [2d4=2, 3]

Smack! Ayane's retort is a brutal rejoined, knocking this spearman to the floor! After a second chaining, this one has no more fight left in him. His collapse is utter, blood pooling out of his mouth! Meanwhile, the two can see the figures approaching. One is a man in gleaming white plate armor with a red eagle emblazoned, while the other is a delicate woman wearing a white cloak and with a soft one piece bathing suit and sash on underneath. While the man has a massive greatsword in hand, the woman has a bow and arrows at the ready. They're approaching quickly, about 240 feet away now.

You're up, Krog.

[Merc]

Krog makes a face at Ayane's display. "Okay, maybe Krog's little human friend -is- fiend. But....Krog still a noble and gentle half-orc, though..." Krog murmurs as he stops swinging his blade and lets it slam down hard to the ground, forgetting about the lingering threat he'd made about how the soldiers would die once he swung down. Poor little soldiers. It wouldn't be surprising if they just fainted or something.