5.31.2005
Commence The Attack
Okay Brogg and Cinder, you guys each drink a potion. Brogg, you begin to creep up into the barn. Cinder, you're moving a little faster though, and reach the big snoring thing in the back first.
Nice rolls there. This is what you'd imagine you see, if you had some light. There's like this big-ass owlbear, except instead of dumb owl wings that don't work, he's got big bladed sword wings. He's like an owlbear made of metal and ready to rock. Metal beak, check. Sword wings, check. Killer's eye, check. It's almost a good thing there's no light or you probably wouldn't have even tried to fuck with this guy.
But an invisible super backstab starts you off on the right foot. Somehow, with preternatural theives' luck, you get up to the sleeping behemoth and stick that broadsword right between two metal plates covering Vrill's monstrosity. Double double damage is pretty sweet. The greater owlbear awakes with a roar of pain, and... claw miss, claw hit! Beak HIT. You take 15 hp right off the bat Cinder, as the owlbear grabs you around the throat, pecks you hard in the stomach, and then hurls you across the barn with a roar. The bladed wings rend your leather armor to shreds. Cinder, with that beak hit, make a save vs. poison! The owlbear, excuse me, greater owlbear, gets a 10 on his save, failing, so he's poisoned also. Cinder, gimme 1d12 for extra poison damage.
Brogg, Dave, it's not clear what you're doing. It's hard to see (except with Brogg's infravision), but you know that creatures are waking up. You hear the barking of several collies and the crash of Cinder into the wall. What's it going to be, Brogg, mittens or wand? It might be a little late for friendship... Dave, let me know if you want a maximum viper or whatever, and I'll provide the stats. You guys can go ahead and roll THACOs, dmg, etc.
The collies by the way are leaping out of their pens to attack. There's going to be a few on each of you. Your moves, zombies will go last. It's getting pretty loud in here... you better find that key quickly.
Nice rolls there. This is what you'd imagine you see, if you had some light. There's like this big-ass owlbear, except instead of dumb owl wings that don't work, he's got big bladed sword wings. He's like an owlbear made of metal and ready to rock. Metal beak, check. Sword wings, check. Killer's eye, check. It's almost a good thing there's no light or you probably wouldn't have even tried to fuck with this guy.
But an invisible super backstab starts you off on the right foot. Somehow, with preternatural theives' luck, you get up to the sleeping behemoth and stick that broadsword right between two metal plates covering Vrill's monstrosity. Double double damage is pretty sweet. The greater owlbear awakes with a roar of pain, and... claw miss, claw hit! Beak HIT. You take 15 hp right off the bat Cinder, as the owlbear grabs you around the throat, pecks you hard in the stomach, and then hurls you across the barn with a roar. The bladed wings rend your leather armor to shreds. Cinder, with that beak hit, make a save vs. poison! The owlbear, excuse me, greater owlbear, gets a 10 on his save, failing, so he's poisoned also. Cinder, gimme 1d12 for extra poison damage.
Brogg, Dave, it's not clear what you're doing. It's hard to see (except with Brogg's infravision), but you know that creatures are waking up. You hear the barking of several collies and the crash of Cinder into the wall. What's it going to be, Brogg, mittens or wand? It might be a little late for friendship... Dave, let me know if you want a maximum viper or whatever, and I'll provide the stats. You guys can go ahead and roll THACOs, dmg, etc.
The collies by the way are leaping out of their pens to attack. There's going to be a few on each of you. Your moves, zombies will go last. It's getting pretty loud in here... you better find that key quickly.
