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Dungeon Crawling, Round 1!

Started by Anastasia, October 24, 2007, 03:31:02 PM

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Dracos

Violence rains down on them as she leaves the ground momentarily, sending one of them slamming into the nearby wall and peppering his face with a series of kicks, flipping to face the last remaining before landing.

OOC: 28 against last remaining, 11,11,6, 1d10.
Well, Goodbye.

Anastasia

> roll 1d20+11
> roll 1d20+11
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+11 and gets 15." [1d20=4]
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+11 and gets 24." [1d20=13]
> roll 1d20+6
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+6 and gets 22." [1d20=16]
> roll 2d10
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 2d10 and gets 11." [2d10=1, 10]


With another roundhouse, Ayane shatters the neck of another spearman! Only one remains now, shaking in terror as he holds his ground! "I'I'll...I'll never surrender!" He says, "FOR THE ORDER!"

Krog is up. Also, would both of you list your spot checks?
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Dracos

OOC: +17 spot.  HP 40.  AC 27.
Well, Goodbye.

Merc

"Krog want know what order. You all keep shout before die..." Krog mutters as he attacks the last remaining spearman, using the flat of the blade, planning to knock him unconscious so they might find out if there's more of these jokers around. They're beginning to give him a headache with their idiocy. Honestly, having kids out in the frontlines? What the hell where they thinking?

nonlethal attack, so -4 penalty. Attack: 1d20+15, damage: 2d6+14. spot modifier is +4.
<Cidward> God willing, we'll all meet in Buttquest 2: The Quest for More Butts.

Anastasia

> roll 1d20+15
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+15 and gets 32." [1d20=17]
> roll 2d6+14
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 2d6+14 and gets 22." [2d6=4, 4]


CLANG! KO! The spearman collapses into a limp heap, as...

> roll 1d20+15
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+15 and gets 32." [1d20=17]
> roll 2d6+14
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 2d6+14 and gets 22." [2d6=4, 4]
> roll 1d20+4 krog spots?
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+4 krog spots? and gets 20." [1d20=16]
> roll 1d20+17 Ayane spots?
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+17 Ayane spots? and gets 24." [1d20=7]
> roll 1d20+16
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+16 and gets 23." [1d20=7]


Free action. However, Ayane, you notice that something in the room with the table caught your eye.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Dracos

"Don't let your guard down yet..." Ayane smoothly commented as she smirked.  "They really should've taken my offer to run, don't you think?"  She turned towards that room, heading into it with a casual stride that hid her cautious awareness and focus, her eyes observing quickly t he landscape around her as she headed towards the table, trying to catch what seemed off before.

OOC: kay.
Well, Goodbye.

Merc

Krog proceeds to finally heal himself of some of his earlier damage as the spearman collapses. "Krog save one to ask questions!" he announces cheerfully as he does so.

Sacrificing bull's strength. 2d8+8
<Cidward> God willing, we'll all meet in Buttquest 2: The Quest for More Butts.

Anastasia

> roll 2d8+8
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 2d8+8 and gets 20." [2d8=7, 5]


As Krog heals his wounds, Ayane looks about!

> roll 1d20+22 (+5 circumstance)
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+22 (+5 circumstance) and gets 30." [1d20=8]
> roll 1d20+16
* Hatbot --> "Kotono rolls 1d20+16 and gets 18." [1d20=2]


Ayane looks about, seeing a man in gray and black with a mask over his face against the wall, hiding in the shadows. He has short swords in each hand.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Dracos

"You'd almost think there was something important here, the way they sought to protect it, giving their lives with hardly a though," she tapped her cheek, her chains twirling up her arms and wrapping up, almost hidden there as she bent over, giving a clear sight to her back and rear as she looked under the table, readying to rip both swords from the man's hand if he took the bait. "Maybe a secret lever or something?  There's no mace here anymore..."

OOC: Dodge against the man AC 28.  Readied Disarm at +23, and AoO Disarms on approach of the same.
Well, Goodbye.

Anastasia

So you're getting close enough to be within disarming range for him?
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Dracos

OOC: No, getting near the table.  Though if that's disarming range, its disarming range.  I was expecting him to enter disarming range on his turn, thus triggeriing both AoOs and readied attacks.
Well, Goodbye.

Merc

Krog picks up the unconscious soldier. "That what Krog save prisoner for! They always good for questions like that!" he says as he tosses the soldier roughly onto the room. "Ayane want ask questions? Krog get feeling you better at tying men up and then get them scream things you want hear..."
<Cidward> God willing, we'll all meet in Buttquest 2: The Quest for More Butts.

Anastasia

Okay, then I'll rule you're about 20 feet away from the hiding man there.

As Krog picks up the knocked out soldier like a bundle to be carried, Ayane can see the man watch. He seems transfixed for several seconds, not immediately charging Ayane.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Dracos

Ayane continues searching around, her motions almost strangely teasing to the watching assassin.  The young woman certainly having plenty experience in making others watch where she's going and not what she's doing.  She tapped around the floor near the table, pretending to check for hidden pressure plates hidden there, her chains coiled about her fingers, ready to erupt in a deadly weave at a moments twitch.

OOC: Holding my readied action.  Though if he stays transfixed for too long, I might just wander over there and take advantage of the free shot.
Well, Goodbye.

Anastasia

Watching, Ayane can see the sneak carefully putting away one of his short swords, withdrawing a little spiked shiruken...

Ball's largely in your court right now, Ayane.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?