Turn SevenContinue staunching my wounds while grabbing a crossbow and shooting the fleeing sergeant.
Spotting an apparently functioning crossbow in the pile of splattered kobold a few feet away, Whiz makes a false move towards it. He feels a fresh spray of blood shoot out of his face as he grabs the crossbow and turns to aim at the fleeing sergeant and, slumping down, one-handedly lets a bolt fly out.
It strikes the kobold in the side; he drops to one knee but tears the bolt out of his ribs and manages to struggle back up and keep moving.
Wound Acquired: Kobold Sergeant:
Pierced Ribs!Bukkar stomps very hard on the Sergeant Kobold's throat.
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.
Escape
The kobold sergeant keeps moving until suddenly Bukkar Crangrom shoots through the air behind him and administers a flying stomp to the head!
…The skull is fractured!
The kobold runs almost blindly away over the field until Lady Foxglove strides over, pushes him to the floor, and shoots him in the beady little head with a looted crossbow.
He doesn’t move again.
Fetch some bolts from one of the deader-seeming kobolds. Shoot one of the fleeing kobolds in the rump, then move to capture them.
A few metres away and happy not to be bleeding to death, Gervedder rummages around a kobold corpse for some bolts,
…but finds nothing.
He realises his crossbow is already loaded and he has the spare bolt he just pulled out of his guts – he levels the crossbow and shoots a fleeing kobold in the backside.
…The kobold drops in pain and
…runs directly at Gervedder in his panicked attempt to find cover.
Gervedder raises his crossbow again.
The kobold throws both himself and his short sword to the ground, and rolls about a bit in a universal grovelling motion.
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.
In the other hedgerow, Whiz is surprised to suddenly find bits of his dress seemingly rip themselves off, nakedness slowly creeping its insidious way up his legs, and he isn’t entirely sure if he feels relieved when this is explained by Tackov’s materialising from his invisible state.
Whiz gives Tackov a cold hard stare, as intimidating as someone with a crossbow bolt in their chin can.
Tackov gives Whiz a long soft sheepish look, as unself-conscious as somebody with bits of bloodied wizard dress and bloodstains covering his hands as he gently rubs up and down his naked thigh can.
The uncomfortable silence and over-long eye-contact broken by Medha’s sudden cry in the middle of the field, Tackov kind of deliberately as if that’s all he was going to do anyway ambles over to the kobold sergeant’s body and gives it a half-hearted kick in the head before seeing what’s up.
Don't move erratically. Use robe as an impromptu bandage to fix up my wounds, somehow. If someone brings me my rib, pocket it. You never know when you'll need a rib...
"Oh, hell. Would anyone help me out here?" wonders Medha, lying about on the floor like… some kind of… pierced liver victim.
"Please? Someone see my rib at least? I'm emotionally attached to my ribcage!"Tackov breaks off from kicking the dead kobold in the head to pick up what
…looks like a rib in the moonlit night. He chucks it unceremoniously on the floor next to Medha and starts some awkward small talk, failing miserably to dig a small hole in the half-frozen ground with the toe of his soft shoes.
”So… er… ribs, eh? I think that was a rib. Or a buffalo horn. What were you doing with a buffalo horn in your chest? Crikey. Hey, I got hit too – you wanna see? Look – right in the thigh!”…Medha totally fails to not move erratically as she jerks instinctively away from Tackov’s horrifying blood and bandage covered naked thigh-hole with like all twitching muscle bits poking out and everything, rolling over and screaming in hideous pain as all around hear a rather ominous sounding snap.
”Hey! That one’s definitely a rib!”Wound Acquired: Medha Correo:
Severed Rib!Thrashing about on the floor in pain, Medha at least manages to tear off half her dress, and is now well supplied in bandages
Body count: two splatted kobolds, one fractured neck kobold, one sergeant, one captured melee kobold with a crossbow bolt in his backside.
Current Players:Name: Tackov Cedtry
Class: Wind Mage
Status:Health: [HP: 35/50] |
Pierced Thigh!Abilities: Wind Blast I,
Wind Step I,
Squishy,
Sissy Slap FightInventory: Minor Mana Potion x1 Name: Whiz
Class: Whiz Wiz(ard)
Status:Health: [HP: 55/75] |
Pierced shoulder!|
Pierced face!Abilities: Shield I,
Gee, Mr. Whiz, You Sure Are Fast! Obviously a Powerful Wizard,
It’ll Make You Blind!Inventory: Damaged dress.
Name: Medha Correo
Class: Curse Crafter
Status:Health: [HP: 30/75] |
Severed Rib! |
Pierced Liver! |
Severed Rib!Abilities: Bad Luck Curse,
Curse of the Fool,
Wandering Asshole,
Curse of the Curse CrafterInventory: Dagger. Half a dress. Bandages.
Name: Gervedder Vietzo
Class: Opportunistic Messenger
Status:Health: [HP: 45/75]Abilities: This Messenger Delivers,
Make Way for the Messenger! Important,
Stop For DirectionsInventory: Crossbow
Name: Lady Foxglove Vainglorious the III
Class: Ravenhaired Crusader
Status: Health: [HP: 50/75]Abilities:Opportunistic,
Honeyed Tongue,
Vain,
Self-RelianceInventory: Minor Health Potion x1 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