Cirdan will open his grip on his dagger, and try to draw his sword, while covering himself with his shield.
The Thin Man advances against Sir Cirdan, who has just drawn his sword/ His is able to block the Thin Man's attack with his shield.
[OOC Yeah, that last attack was a natural twenty, confirmed crit with with max damage rolled! Nasty ]
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Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
tarlyn wrote:OOC: ewan Im at my RL game tonight so I'll trust you to roll for me. Also I can possibly do another ray of fatigue if needed as well!
Norzak will go and help Cirdan. Removing a dagger from his belt, he takes careful aim and throws it a the fat man.
The dwarf bursts out the front door and hurls a dagger at the Fat Guy, who is stumbling about with Cirdan's dagger buried in his chest. The knife leaves Norzak's hand and spins through the air, end over end, to impale the fat man in the gut. He tries to scream, but can only manage a horrible gargling sound as he coughs up more blood. He stoops to pick up the pistol he dropped, and fumbles to charge it with powder....
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
At this point, Benn arrives at the front of the house. He has a clear shot at the Fat Guy, while the Thin Man is awfully close to Cirdan, making him a risker target.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Bennedict sizes up the situation, seeing the larger pistol-toting man bleeding profusely from multiple wounds and the injured Cirdan battling an otherwise unscathed opponent, and shifts his crossbow to one hand. "Do not worry, some attacks do not rely on my aim."
Recalling the ancient language of the Harakir, Bennedict closes his eyes and begins an incantation. "Weapon of Ra, bring forth your searing light to devour the darkness."
OOC: Casting spiritual weapon with Cirdan's opponent as the initial target. You can roll the attack for me if you like, and let me know what Ra uses as a favored weapon, since I'm drawing a blank
Cirdan rams the Thin Man with his shield, sending him staggering backwards a two or three paces. Cirdan executes a follow up thrust, but the Thin Man jumps aside at the last possible second, saving himself.
As Benn chants, a patch of shimmering golden light springs into being near the Thin Man. Very quickly, it takes on the shape of a heavy, curved sword composed entirely composed of golden light. The luminous falchion moves through the air of its own accord, striking at the Thin Man!
'''Aaargh!!'' Thin Man screams as the conjured blade rips into the flesh of his back.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Fat Guy has slumped down against the front wall of the house. He's winding the firing mechanism of his pistol with a spanner [ a wrench-like tool].
Thin Man darts to the left and strikes again at Sir Cirdans' face. The rapier impacts the knight's gorget, instead, and the steel plate turns aside the blow.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Bennedict smiles in satisfaction at the prayer's successful completion, relieved that the new incantation actually worked. I would have liked to have tried that one out first, but good to see all the same. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the heavier fellow winding his flintlock pistol and snaps his crossbow back up, firing a bolt at the fellow.
Norzak again this day wipes his brow, getting some sweat on it. Uttering a few arcane phrases a ray flees his hand and strikes the fat fellow right in the gut!
Norzak again this day wipes his brow, getting some sweat on it. Uttering a few arcane phrases a ray flees his hand and strikes the fat fellow right in the gut!
The Fat Guy sighs heavily and slides down to rest on the floor of the veranda. He lies prone, moving very slowly, as if the effort to make even small motions were almost too much for him to manage. Feebly, he attempts to raise the pistol to take aim at Norzak.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Rafael wrote:Cirdan, relying on his superior ability in defending with a shield, raises his defense and tries to cut the thin man with a hit coming from downside.
Cirdan's forceful blow cuts across the Thin Man's torso, leaving a long , shallow laceration. Dark blood oozes out quickly, spreading a crimson stain across his tunic and breeches.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Adam wrote:Bennedict smiles in satisfaction at the prayer's successful completion, relieved that the new incantation actually worked. I would have liked to have tried that one out first, but good to see all the same. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the heavier fellow winding his flintlock pistol and snaps his crossbow back up, firing a bolt at the fellow.
Benn's aim is true and the bolt strikes the Fat Guy in the left shoulder and lodges itself there, only the very back of the feather shaft showing out from the wound.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
The glowing falchion still dances in the air behind the Thin Man. Now it swoops in again to stike him in his back. The blow cuts deep, and the Thin Man topples forward to lie at Cirdan's feet, motionless.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Fat Guy takes aim at Norzak and squeezes the trigger. The weapon leaps in the man's grip and belches fire and smoke.
BOOM!
Norzak feels something hard strike him in the arm. It hurts.
The smoke clears, revealing the Fat Guy lying flat on his face, just barely twitching, the discharged pistol still clutched tightly in his right hand.
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Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
