Council of Thieves Book 1 - The Bastards of Erebus

[joviality]

Moira looks around at her companions, seeing (apart from Flange) a spellcaster, two marksmen, and a child.

Strange, to think that I may be one of the best combatants to go toe-to-toe...

She resolves herself, casts mage armor, and then moves up to the gap between Darvan and the Hellknight.

Let's see how my old days of warrior training have preserved themselves...

[Veritas]

Moira darts past her companions, moving up into the fray, as Janiven raises her longbow. One of her hands moves behind her, grasping an arrow from the quiver. She pulls the arrow back, steadily gazing down the length of it, as she fires. The arrow flies over the shoulder of the leading Hellknight.

Flange
Heldalel
Hellknights
Eridana
Moira
Janiven
Darvan

Attachments:

[Yimzin]

Darvan rushes back, hiding behind the protection of the group, clutching his deep wound as he does so.

(Darvan uses a withdraw action to move to the back of the party.)

[elgatocello]

Flange swings his sword against the next closest Hellknight.

"I said, 'Stand down or you will feed my sword with your blood!' What part of 'Stand down or you will feed my sword with your blood!' did you not get?!"

Attack
[dice=20] + 6

Damage
[dice=6] [dice=6] + 9[rand=049665371614053266975766617468912871962210287148386224475633365273]

[Veritas]

Flange's weapon skitters heavily off the wall partially dividing him from the Hellknight, chipping off a large portion of stone. The impact is surely jarring to his hands.

Heldalel aims his bow again and releases a shot, slamming the arrow into the first Hellknight, who staggers back. He yanks the arrow out of his arm, and blood caresses down along his bicep.\

The lead Hellknight, just wounded, swings his blade at Moira, who's rushed up to the breech. The longsword flashes in the shadowy light, and deflects away from her chest, as the metal encounters the magical shield she just cast.

The Hellknight in the rear sheathes his longsword and reaches to his back, lifting up a light crossbow.

Flange
Heldalel
Hellknights
Eridana
Moira
Janiven
Darvan

(map sexiness later)

[irishmagician]

Eridana watches as another star spirit returns to the sky, having done what it could to protect her. At the same time she attempts to get better look at the armed men attacking the party.

(Perception: [dice=20]+7)

As Darvan stumbles to the back of the group to recover, she thinks about going back to help him. "I've healed humans before, they're easy to fix. Never did it to a snake, or whatever he is, before..."she ponders. Eridana shrugs, speaking the name of the last star inhabiting her stones and points at the Hellknight who just pulled out the crossbow; her stone shooting towards him. She then moves back behind Darvan, waiting to see if she can be of any assistance later.

(Eridana uses her last Magic Stone)

(Attack: [dice=20]+2)

(Damage: [dice=6]+1)[rand=27882825727072913177388823655161543087051798798254666832651066072]

[joviality]

Moira draws her longsword and makes an attack at the nearest Hellknight, muttering curses at him in several languages.

I just wanted to keep making maps... she thinks wearily.

Attack Roll:

[dice=20]+2

Damage:

[dice=8]+2
[rand=768138469662517334013157058507204270746941212564705672116484493017]

[Veritas]

Eridana's magic stone is loosed and sweeps over everyone's head, snapping off the wall beside the head of the lead Hellknight, bursting with a flare of magic. As the warrior reels back, Moira's sword cuts down towards him, and the longblade cuts away part of the boiled leather, piercing his chest. He slumps down, into the small trail of flowing sewer water.

Janiven draws an arrow and aims at the last one, firing. The arrow thuds into the pelvis of the last Hellknight, sinking in deep. His head yanks back and he howls in pain and anger.

Flange
Heldalel
Hellknights
Eridana
Moira
Janiven
Darvan

[Veritas]

Map!

Attachments:

[Yimzin]

Darvan quickly glances around sizing up the situation. Seeing the lead Hellknight injured he summons up his infernal heritage and unleashes a bolt of eldritch energy at him.

(Magic Missle at the Hellknight that was just struck by the arrow)

[dice=4]+1[rand=34735472191427068252746359996408836883704484998648534184991268814]

[Veritas]

Darvan's magical burst snaps into the Hellknight, and he staggers backwards, clutching at blood running from under his armour. His face has gone pale, but he hasn't yet collapsed.

Flange
Heldalel
Hellknights
Eridana
Moira
Janiven
Darvan

[elgatocello]

Flange swings his sword at the final Hellknight.

Attack

[dice=20] + 6

Damage

[dice=6] [dice=6] + 9[rand=884372800695037416418248309511962349568537203536763394806462121107]

[Veritas]

In steps Flange, moving past Moira as the greatsword rises up, the tip scraping off the ceiling, before the blade chops down, catching the last warrior in the throat. The blade hooks and shivs through his neck, lopping the head clean off, before Flange's blade buries deep into the dead man's shoulder.

(End combat.)

[irishmagician]

Eridana spends a moment to search around the corridor, both to find her stones that she has thrown as well as to see if the attackers had anything useful.

(Perception = [dice=20] + 7)[rand=4784656090571555948888065513498457986862161907237015765950242228]

[elgatocello]

Flange spends a moment to clean the blood off of his sword and sheathes it and nods to the conjuror.

"Well done. I didn't think you had it in you with that sword. Good technique. Do you mind if I take a look at your sword?"