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[Toaster]

"That'll teach you to shoot me."

Wind Step to hide, and work my way over to where the two kobolds splattered.  Take cover in the hedgerow myself.

[Dwarmin]

Lady Foxglove hissed like an angry Sssykr*, and leaped upon the runty Kobold, intent on throttling it to death.

Action: Dive under there and strangle the little runt! Then, use it's corpse as a bludgeon to kill others!

Spoiler: Foxglove Bestiary De Diaboclus Entry 2: Sssykr (click to show/hide)

 A smallish feline-infernal hybrid that prefers to reside in abandoned homes and alleys of well populated cities, the Ssskyr is an omnivore and opportunistic predator that prefers to strike from ambush at small rodents and birds whenever possible. It's skin is unnaturally tough and resistant to some magics, and is covered in thick bony spines, though these are usually kept retracted unless it is startled. Interestingly, it is intelligent as any human, can speak plainly, and pick up a multitude of languages quickly in whatever biome them reside. They tend to be sarcastic and mean spirited.

It is also unique in that, despite it's unassuming appearance, the Sssykr has the supernatural ability to nearly quintuple it's size and mass-going from what amounts to an overly large housecat to a massive beast that rivals a Dire Tiger and is capable of swallowing a man or woman whole. The exact method and reason that it can do so is unknown, but the presence of stronger Demonic energies and arcane events seems to trigger this rapid mutation, as well as making them angry. They do not like to get wet. In such a state, the Sssykr becomes ravenously hungry-and develops only a taste for human flesh, which coincidentally is the most plentiful prey available. In some places, entire squads of Town Guards and small city blocks frequently vanish due to their ravenous rampages.

Lady Foxglove actually once owned a Sssykr as a pet-despite their fiercesome temperaments, she treated it decently enough to be able to keep one without it lashing out with it's spines when she touched it, or transforming and eating her whole-though she eventually set it free in a fit of black humor. Apparently it had been a dubious sort of gift from a Demonic admirer named Aranchanoloxapox.

[Chink]

Crawl towards the two splattered Kobolds, while keeping my wounds staunched.

[Xantalos]

Bukkar's head would be glowing right now if he'd bothered to learn that in Angry Lighting Class. As it is, he charges up to the nearest kobold and LIGHTNING FISTS it in the kobold. And continues punching it until it is naught but a corpse.

[Errol]

If visible: Bad Luck Curse, Kobold Sergeant.
Either way, advance to the north and assist in clearing out the hedge. With stabby stabbiness and such.

[Harry Baldman]

Hide behind a tree or something, then try to stem that blood flow somehow! Utilize any available measures - clothes, any bandages I might have around, anything of the sort.

[lawastooshort]

Turn Six

Action: Dive under there and strangle the little runt! Then, use it's corpse as a bludgeon to kill others!

Hissing like an angry Sssykr, Lady Foxglove leaps forward into the shadowy bush, clasping the offending kobold between both hands and throttling it so hard she …fractures its neck!

It drops seemingly lifeless to the ground, but as she leans down to grab it by the ankles to use as a bludgeon she has the most chilling premonition of being stabbed right through the chest if she does.

She rests one foot on the kobold and scrunches down until she is satisfied, strategically rearranging her hair as she does so.

Wind Step to hide, and work my way over to where the two kobolds splattered.  Take cover in the hedgerow myself.

Crawl towards the two splattered Kobolds, while keeping my wounds staunched.

"That'll teach you to shoot me," mutters a sudden breeze wafting across the field.

…Invisibly, Tackov gets out of the field of fire and into the hedgerow and safety whilst behind him Whiz contorts half-nakedly across the ground using his unorthodox robe-wearing technique.

…He manages to get into cover next to Tackov, who whispers to let him know he is there and that he can see disturbingly far up his dress and perhaps he should he should rearr-oh gods is that a crossbow bolt sticking out your chin?

Whiz pulls himself up against a tree, still bunching up his robe against his bleeding face.

Charge at Medha, since the other one’s vanished.

Bukkar's head would be glowing right now if he'd bothered to learn that in Angry Lighting Class. As it is, he charges up to the nearest kobold and LIGHTNING FISTS it in the kobold. And continues punching it until it is naught but a corpse.

Ignoring the crawling bleeding wizard and puzzled by the disappearance of the mighty blasting wizard, the kobold sergeant charges out of cover to take on the fancy theatrical apparent wizard with all the smoke and shouting.

He dashes across the dark uneven ground; he raises his short sword in a flash; he sweeps it down in an ugly slash and …severs one of Medha’s ribs!

She falls backwards to the ground as blood spurts dramatically from the huge gaping wound!

Wound Acquired: Medha Correo: Severed Rib!

Bukkar turns and charges the unfortunate sergeant who is now by far the nearest enemy: he LIGHTNING FISTS it in the face!

The blow is glancing, but the accompanying lightning that shoots out of Bukkar’s angry fist smashes the kobold to the floor, where he lies stunned and smelling of singed meat and eyebrows.

Wound Acquired: Kobold Sergeant: LIGHTNING FACE!

Rush out to save the sergeant from the terrible angry man!

…The kobolds, already shaken by the raining kobold crushing their friend, see their leader – wait, no, their non-commissioned officer, he’s not really that important is he, lads, eh? – struck down by the terrible LIGHTNING FIST of rage, issue forth a terrifying warcry, and flee east directly away from the battlefield.

Hide behind a tree or something, then try to stem that blood flow somehow! Utilize any available measures - clothes, any bandages I might have around, anything of the sort.

The fleeing kobolds ignore Gervedder, taking refuges behind a tree and frantically searching his pockets for spare hankies, clothes, bandages or minor healing potions that he might have around.

He does have a minor healing potion!

…He swigs it down, suddenly remembering that in fact it isn’t a minor healing potion, but a major healing potion that, just like the glory of saving the known world from certain destruction, he stole from his lord Baron Uldenago!

It’s got quite an aftertaste of plum and vanilla and red berries – Gervedder’s fairly sure that it’s a Chateau Ryikfeldt 997 vintage potion. He licks his lips, watching the kobolds flee past.

If visible: Bad Luck Curse, Kobold Sergeant.
Either way, advance to the north and assist in clearing out the hedge. With stabby stabbiness and such.

Angrily struggling about on the floor next to one of her ribs, Medha does all she can: …she quacks out a cheap curse that she would have had to flee the village for if she’d sold it to even the densest of illiterate peasants.

Cursing her hastiness, she bounds forward despite the pain. …She stabs the nasty little kobold in the guts!

Wound Acquired: Kobold Sergeant: Mildly Pierced Guts!

Shoot the magic woman!

The kobold sergeant hears the ferocious fleeing warcry of his men. He starts crawling away, yippering after them, and the last kobold steps out of the shadows to cover the sergeant’s retreat.

A single bolt shoots through the air, pierces Medha’s liver, and then the crossbowbold turns and runs.

He doesn’t wait to see Medha collapse once more to the ground, and he doesn’t wait for his sergeant to catch up.

Wound Acquired: Medha Correo: Pierced Liver!

Spoiler: GM Notes (click to show/hide)

I rolled Lady Foxglove’s kobold’s attack before working out the effect of the wound she inflicted. He got a 6vs1! To the chest! Which I would have let him have if she’d picked him up, because fractured necks aren’t all that serious or something. But she rolled a 3, and failed to pick him up by the ankles, so I figured he’d just… lie there.

Also, I think that the kobolds would have had a good chance of killing more than one of you but at considerable cost to themselves, so given the supernatural forces unleashed I think, with their rolling a 2, that it would be more likely for them to flee to safety.

Also also, I know it’s only a minor pause after a minor action, but feel free to offer any feedback or anything. I am not used to being so… serious. Hopefully it is still all ok.

Current Players:

Spoiler: Tackov Cedtry, Toaster (click to show/hide)

Name: Tackov Cedtry
Class: Wind Mage
Status: Invisible and silent, one turn left.
Health: [HP: 40/50] | Pierced Thigh!
Abilities: Wind Blast I, Wind Step I, Squishy, Sissy Slap Fight
Inventory: Minor Mana Potion x1

Spoiler: Whiz, Chink (click to show/hide)

Name: Whiz
Class: Whiz Wiz(ard)
Status: +2 to defence, one turn left.
Health: [HP: 65/75] | Pierced shoulder!| Pierced face!
Abilities: Shield I, Gee, Mr. Whiz, You Sure Are Fast! Obviously a Powerful Wizard, It’ll Make You Blind!
Inventory:

Spoiler: Medha Correo, Errol (click to show/hide)

Name: Medha Correo
Class: Curse Crafter
Status:
Health: [HP: 50/75] | Severed Rib! | Pierced Liver!
Abilities: Bad Luck Curse, Curse of the Fool, Wandering Asshole, Curse of the Curse Crafter
Inventory: Dagger.

Spoiler: Gervedder Vietzo, Harry Baldman (click to show/hide)

Name: Gervedder Vietzo
Class: Opportunistic Messenger
Status:
Health: [HP: 45/75]
Abilities: This Messenger Delivers, Make Way for the Messenger! Important, Stop For Directions
Inventory: Crossbow

Spoiler: Lady Foxglove Vainglorious the III, Dwarmin (click to show/hide)

Name: Lady Foxglove Vainglorious the III
Class: Ravenhaired Crusader
Status:
Health: [HP: 50/75]
Abilities:Opportunistic, Honeyed Tongue, Vain, Self-Reliance
Inventory: Minor Health Potion x1

Spoiler: Bukkar Crangrom, Xantalos (click to show/hide)

Name: Bukkar Crangrom
Class: Ragin' Mage
Status:
Health: [HP: 75/75]
Abilities: Ass of the Flaming Foot I, Lightning Fist I, Always Looking For a Fight, Always Hungover
Inventory: Minor Health Potion x1

Spoiler: Fleeing Kobold Sergeant (click to show/hide)

Name: Fleeing Kobold Sergeant
Health: [HP: 25/50] | LIGHTNING FACE! | Mildly Pierced Guts!
Abilities: Sneaky Charge
Inventory: Raider’s Armour

[Harry Baldman]

Gervedder sighs contently as his stomach wound seems to heal nicely. He's seen some people go this way. Ugly as hell.

Fetch some bolts from one of the deader-seeming kobolds. Shoot one of the fleeing kobolds in the rump, then move to capture them. If I miss, look for Medha's severed rib around here and help her bind her wounds, if at all possible.

[Toaster]

There's an interesting question- can I see myself?


Attempt to staunch the bleeding, using bits of Whiz's robe, since hey, it's already torn up.  If I can't see to do that, go finish off the sergeant.

[Errol]

"Oh, hell. Would anyone help me out here? Please? Someone see my rib at least? I'm emotionally attached to my ribcage!"

Uh. Crap.

Don't move erratically. Use robe as an improptu bandage to fix up my wounds, somehow. If someone brings me my rib, pocket it. You never know when you'll need a rib...

[Dwarmin]

Lady foxglove stomped the Kobold a few times, wondering about the odd omen she had received-sparing her an egregious injury to her attention getters. She guessed it could only have been the Goddess Ravena, in a pleasantly fitful mood, lending her aid.

She reached for the Silver chain dangling alluring between her chest, bringing a small grey icon of a crooked beaked bird in flight. She pressed it to her lips and said a tiny prayer.

"...thanks for saving me a hole in the chest, Lady Ravena. I owe you one." She murmured, so no one would hear-except, presumably, the Goddess. Who was probably enjoying all this, sitting up in the clouds, watching the rolling dice of fate and laughing merrily. Nor were oaths to Gods so lightly given, but Fox had never known Ravena to take much of anything that happened on the worlds of men very seriously.

She decided to leave the scrawny beast alone-no sense tempting fate-and find a different crossbow.

...

Her voice rose as she leaned out from the bush. "Take heart boys! Up and after em! That's our money running away!" she insisted enthusiastically, running over to Medhea.

"Oh, hell. Would anyone help me out here? Please? Someone see my rib at least? I'm emotionally attached to my ribcage!"

"...Did someone say something about barbeque for lunch? What an odd time." She mentioned, looking around coyly.

---

Action: Thank Ravena the Goddess for saving me chest damage!

Then, take the crossbow from a Kobold different then the one whose neck I broke, and twang the lightning faced leader in his beady little head. If no bow is available, assist Gervedder in a duo takedown.

Spoiler: Lumithea Pantheon: Ravena (click to show/hide)

Younger Goddess
Symbol: A steel grey symbol of a Raven with outstretched wings and a crooked beak
Divine Plane: The Grand Vessel
Alignment: True Neutral
Clergy Alignments: Any
Domains:    Freedom, Liberation, Defiance, Avians
Favored Weapon: Scimitar

Ravena is the free spirited, fickle and vain Goddess who primarily receives worshipers from those mortals who have little direction or concrete goal in life-but, paradoxically, are strong of will and heart-having strong short term desires and hungers, and a good deal of pride and self confidence. She is the divine offspring of the deities of Power and Desire, and her station in the Heavenly order is based more on ceremony, than any actual respect for her-which no doubt fuels her fickle nature.

Clergy
Ravena is served in an official fashion by the Ravenhair Order, a dis-collected group of headstrong individuals whose greatest team accomplishment is meeting once a year in Blackbird Bridge Keep to exchange news and settle disputes, or just party. Frequently, massive brawls breaks out during these meetings. The only time the Order ever actually met on the battlefield, was to remove a corrupt Monarch from his perch after he banned haircare products from his Kingdom.

She is accused by some of being a lazy Goddess who rarely helps her worshipers in any fashion, and this is mostly true. Those who earn her favor never do so for very long, but the heroes of the Order were said to be quicker and more cunning than a normal person-able to escape any confinement, and utterly fearless in their pursuit of self gratification. They were said to be able to take the form of birds at will, as well.

Ritual
Ravena observes few rituals-most who believe in her carry a symbol somewhere on them, and what prayers are said are usually short, informal, made up on the spot. The only overarching rule is that when she actually bothers to intercede, the worshiper is inclined to offer to pay her back in some way. Of course, Ravenas attention span is as short as her temper, and she oftentimes forgets whose she helped or who owes her-which means, if she needs something done, it will usually be a random person.

Ravena does not issue punishments to offending mortals lightly, but if she chooses to, she usually prefers to turn them into birds-robbing the haughty of their treasured Human forms being in her own eyes the greatest price-while not restricting their freedoms, in her own way.

Dogma
Ravena seems to embody only a few ideals, not embracing any particular moral bent. She likes individualists, and encourages them to seek out what they really want in life-rather than settling for whatever comes along, or lowering expectations.

It is known she despises any attempt to restrict ones freedom to choose their own path in life-even, such as, sending a lawbreaker to jail. Slavery is a grave sin in her eyes. Consequently, her followers are encouraged to not allow themselves to be pressed into any sort of servitude, by either physical means or philosophical tenants such as good and evil-Ravena warns quite tersely that any followers who even allow themselves to become reliant on her for worship will also violate these rules.

Her second ideal is the defiance-an odd choice, and one that puts her in direction opposition to many time, law and fate related deities. Ravena is known to cheat when the fancy takes her, and if she feels like it, enjoys causing havoc by relaying messages and visions to her followers of potential events so they can 'cheat' too. For their own end, said followers are expected to cheat whenever they feel like it, and not follow any laws or edicts they don't personally endorse-while not an exact call to anarchy, defying the powers that be always pleases her.

Plane
Ravena currently resides on the Grand Vessel, an infinity sized Godship that sails over the oceans of the Water Elemental plane in opulence. It is a place of unending luxuries, where the newly dead dance and cavort for all time under crystal chandeliers and marble bannisters-where wine and food flows freely and light music dances over the water. Where the sky is an inky black speckled with bright stars, and there's not a cloud in sight. There's an eternity of rooms, as well, if someone is looking for privacy...

Only made more tragic by the fact the Grand Vessel is prophesied to one day be sunk by a Holy Iceberg. Seeing as there's no lifeboats, those so committed here enjoys pleasures beyond mortal ken, knowing they are all ultimately going to end when the clock strikes midnight.

OOC: Ahhh, I don't know why I wrote so much.
@Lawas: Feel free to trim it down as you like, but if Ravena ever shows up in our game, at least you'll know about her

[Errol]

"Oh, please. There isn't much meat on these bones, and it's chewy too. Much unlike yours, with all that useless tasty fat on top of it... hehehemwahaha- aaack! Chalk it up to my generosity that you're not rolling in the mud with me for that!"

Mental note: If Foxglove ever depends on my help, make sure pull out grilling equipment first.

[Dwarmin]

"Oh, please. There isn't much meat on these bones, and it's chewy too. Much unlike yours, with all that useless tasty fat on top of it... hehehemwahaha- aaack! Chalk it up to my generosity that you're not rolling in the mud with me for that!"

"Oh, stop whining, you'll live you sneaky little witch. Should have bought a Health Potion for yourself, like, well the one I have here on my designer wyvernleather belt-it's so fresh and delicious, capable of easing the greatest pains and wounds in a single magical draught..." She mentioned idly.

[Chink]

Continue staunching my wounds while grabbing a crossbow and shooting the fleeing sergeant.

[Errol]

"Oh, stop whining, you'll live you sneaky little witch. Should have bought a Health Potion for yourself, like, well the one I have here on my designer wyvernleather belt-it's so fresh and delicious, capable of easing the greatest pains and wounds in a single magical draught..." She mentioned idly.

"Hah, as if I'd ever need one of these! Save it for yourself, when someone stabs you in the gut or something to let the hubris out. Ow! Hmph!"