Deise will stay low on the roof away from the gap, so as not to present a target. He will wait for an opportunity before making a move.

OOC: is the village elder still tied to the rack?

Once Usopi sees the bad guy and his companions attacking, the large knight rushes toward the enemy to aid in the combined assault.

Osric mouthed a silent prayer to the gods in thanks for Leaf’s magic as he staggered back seriously wounded.

“Hold him fast!” he shouts to Leaf as he tries a tactical withdrawal diagonally towards the horses to gather his javelins.

Such speed and skill! There must be foul sorcery, no man could best me like that he mused, shaken by the experience.

In reply to Osric Grim (msg # 31):

Giles to Kores “Well done- what was that by the way? The black armoured knight seems to have been slowed down- Lord Colm seems safe for the moment”. Quietly thrilled to have hit something he reloads and aims for the other housecarl (but only if he can do so without the risk of inflicting collateral damage from friendly fire on those of the party gathered within).
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Uthen is charging towards the foe. If nothing else, maybe he can split his attention allowing others a chance to strike him although he will certainly try himself as soon as he is close enough.

In reply to Sir Uthen of Sadley (msg # 33):

Winding through the pain of his injuries Deise nods in relief at Leaf.
“Leaf, if you can somehow damage its armour I can attack. We need to keep him distracted and away from him . . .” Pointing at the village elder still tied down.

Sir Turren measures his pace with Sir Uthen's.

Turren's priority is to strike with his sword as Uthen strikes.

As Turren sees the dark fiend look toward Leaf, a terrible war cry rumbles from deep in the knight's chest. Animal like.

'Fight me!'

OOC: Melee striking as one cohesive unit is the priority for Turren. 
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"I'll do my best," she says and looks back to the warlock, making eye contact with him for just a second.

At that moment Turren calls out, and Leofwyn uses his moment of distraction. Holding her hand out in front of her, a thin white line seems to form out of thin air, quickly multiplying and twisting around, growing larger and longer until it forms a large white spear.

She throws it as fast as she can, straight towards the warlock, hoping to make contact before Turren and Uthen begin their attack.


Once she throws the spear, she puts a hand out on Deise's shoulder to balance herself. She shakes her head and looks at Deise, "Phew... I don't think I have a lot left in me."

She looks down to where Deise had pointed at the elder, "I'm ready to go and help him when you are."

OOC: Leaf casts Ice Spear for 5MP

Having secured the prisoner and retrieved the Luna Arrow, Aphail will exit the Moothall by the side door.
He runs around the outside of the building, nocking the Quarrybolt on his bow and preparing to shoot.

Colm stands ready to defend himself should the Dark Witch attack him.  Keeping his distance, Colm copies his young Elementalist companion, calling upon the Earth elements to draw more roots up at the feet of the enemy.  If the Witch pauses to defend himself, he'll be caught and borne to the ground.

OOC - Cast Roots 5MP's (Earth)  23:04, Today: Colm Cernach rolled 15,12,16,15,7,11 using 2d10,2d10,2d10,2d10,2d10,2d10.  Roots = Target 9.

In reply to Leofwyn (msg # 36):

"Aye, just need the right opportunity."

OOC: once the warlock is fully engaged (either by roots or battle), Deise will climb/jump down and cautiously head toward the village elder with the aim of taking him to safety.

The green eyed wolf stalks from Colm's side just far enough to do what must be done, this time snarling at Osric's injuries to begone, lest so large and tempting a distraction for the shouty man's attention be removed from the fray prematurely.

OOC: Caith gets within 5 meters range of her target, and casts GREATER HEALING on Osric (+7Health).

Seeing Osric heading for the horses, Brannon hurriedly begin to lead them as best he can towards the warrior, that he might get to his javelins faster.

At that moment Turren calls out, and Leofwyn uses his moment of distraction. Holding her hand out in front of her, a thin white line seems to form out of thin air, quickly multiplying and twisting around, growing larger and longer until it forms a large white spear.

She throws it as fast as she can, straight towards the warlock, hoping to make contact before Turren and Uthen begin their attack.

The icy spear flies true and strikes the armoured figure between the shoulder blades, the ice exploded but he seemed little harmed.

Once she throws the spear, she puts a hand out on Deise's shoulder to balance herself. She shakes her head and looks at Deise, "Phew... I don't think I have a lot left in me."

She looks down to where Deise had pointed at the elder, "I'm ready to go and help him when you are."

"Aye, just need the right opportunity."

Deise drops down into the now empty, bar one trussed unconcious prisoner, moothall and begins to untie the elder who is calmly surveying the scene.

" Ah, Good Evening."
..............

Once Usopi sees the bad guy and his companions attacking, the large knight rushes toward the enemy to aid in the combined assault.

Uthen is charging towards the foe. If nothing else, maybe he can split his attention allowing others a chance to strike him although he will certainly try himself as soon as he is close enough.

Sir Turren measures his pace with Sir Uthen's.

Turren's priority is to strike with his sword as Uthen strikes.

As Turren sees the dark fiend look toward Leaf, a terrible war cry rumbles from deep in the knight's chest. Animal like.

'Fight me!'

Colm stands ready to defend himself should the Dark Witch attack him.  Keeping his distance, Colm copies his young Elementalist companion, calling upon the Earth elements to draw more roots up at the feet of the enemy.

Again roots rise up from the ground and seize him about his other leg, " Oh, dear. It seems I am trapped. Whatever will I do?"

His blade came across carving through maille and sending a spray of blood from Sir Turrens torso. He reversed the blade and brought it down hard...but the pauldron held.

" Good Harness....Albish?"


The green eyed wolf stalks from Colm's side just far enough to do what must be done, this time snarling at Osric's injuries to begone, lest so large and tempting a distraction for the shouty man's attention be removed from the fray prematurely.



...............

Kores slowed and raised his arms spinning his fingers abou then dropping them to his side, " We are protected, Tobias. Stay by my side."

Giles tried to target the sleeping and tied up huscarl at the far end of the hall, but was unable to make him out in the shadows.
.................

Osric mouthed a silent prayer to the gods in thanks for Leaf’s magic as he staggered back seriously wounded.

“Hold him fast!” he shouts to Leaf as he tries a tactical withdrawal diagonally towards the horses to gather his javelins.

Seeing Osric heading for the horses, Brannon hurriedly begin to lead them as best he can towards the warrior, that he might get to his javelins faster.

Doron sighed and pulled out his bow and nocked an arrow.

As Osric reached them he felt a warm glow enthuse his body and a great number of his wounds knitted back together miraculously.
....................

Securing the prisoner and retrieving the Luna Arrow, Aphail exited the Moothall by the side door.

He ran around the outside of the building, nocking the Quarrybolt on his bow and preparing to shoot.

Aphail made it to the corner and sighted upon the enemy, ready to release.

OOC:


14:54, Today: GM, on behalf of Leofwyn, rolled 4 using 1d10.  ABR. Fail.

14:53, Today: GM, on behalf of Leofwyn, rolled 16 using 1d20.  ATT 20 - MOD 2.

20:49, Today: GM, on behalf of Usopi Venia, rolled 12,3 using 1d20,1d6.  ATT 17 - DEF 6.

20:48, Today: GM, on behalf of Sir Uthen of Sadley, rolled 13,3 using 1d20,1d8.  ATT 18 - DEF 6.

20:48, Today: GM, on behalf of Sir Turren Uvedale, rolled 18,6 using 1d20,1d8.  ATT 16 - DEF 6.

20:57, Today: GM, on behalf of Sir Turren Uvedale, rolled 5 using 1d6. Shield fail.

20:56, Today: GM, for the NPC Blackheart, rolled 2,3 using 1d20,1d10+2.  ATT 31 - DEF 11. vs Sir Turren. ABR fail.

20:56, Today: GM, for the NPC Blackheart, rolled 14,7 using 1d20,1d10+2.  ATT 31 - DEF 11. vs Sir Turren. (-7 hp Turren)

Caith: +7 hp Osric

Leaf freezes as she watches the warlock's blade make contact with Turren. Her face drains of blood, but she knows there's nothing she can do just yet. Her mind whirring, she spins around and jumps down after Deise.



As Deise finishes untieing the man, Leaf holds onto the elder's hand and helps him forward. "Are you ok? What happened here?"

In reply to Leofwyn (msg # 43):

"Please, quickly now, come with us. You are in grave danger here."

Deise looks at Leaf to help him move the villager out of danger. Manhandling him as gently as he can, if he must.

OOC: Deise will assess the wounds of the elder. Presuming he is conscious he will seek to understand what has happened.
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In reply to Deise (msg # 44):

Giles responds to Kores “We are protected? Good to know! Can we get closer to the others or do we need to stay in this spot?”.

Looking inside the moothall he sees no sign of the villagers, but the north wall of the building is open wide.
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In reply to GM (msg # 42):



Snatching up his two Javelins Osric spins and surges back towards the swirling melee hurling one towards the Warlock in one smooth motion. He prays his aim is true as he runs after the missile back towards the fray.

He has no time to ponder the arrival of a strangely familiar wolf coinciding with his healed wounds as he snatches his hammer back from its belt loop on the move and races to attack the Warlock with his hammer, the remaining javelin clutched in his left hand.

OOC: 17:59, Today: Osric Grim rolled 6,4 using 1d20,d8+1.  Thrown Javelin,ABR for 5HP dam. That will hit with up to and including +14 adjustment. Although I suspect 4 may not be enough ABR...
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Adrenaline surges over Sir Turren's pain. The Knight takes the blow, grunts and falls... To one knee, teeth grit, suddenly lashing out low for a leg blow. Perhaps this sudden shift as if dropping, then striking regardless will catch the devil unawares.

Uthen presses his attack. He fears there is little he can do, but that is not going to stop him from trying.

As the rain of blows bounced off of the offending enemy and blood sprayed from Turren's wound, Usopi hesitated at the realization of what he needed to do. He breathed deeply inward, bracing himself for the sensation he knew was coming. Then he dropped his shield and mace to the ground and reached back to draw Moarraltach from its hide sheath.

As his hands wrapped around the hilt he felt the ever-present embers of frustration and resentment deep inside him burst into a bright flame. This man had clearly made bargains with dark forces, and he stood in the way of their quest to preserve the goodness of this land. He needed to die, and he needed to be killed before any of his companions suffered wounds that magic could not heal.

Moralltach swung toward the armored foe as a deep growl began to build in Usopi's throat.

13:07, Today: Colm Cernach rolled 2 using 2d6.  SER Roots #1 Active.

Colm's grim face does not improve, even as the Dark Witch is held at both feet by roots.  His power and arrogance are complete, the sum of all his training and experience brought to bear, to destroy Colm's warband in a single moment.  Colm circled the melee to the rear of the Witch and nearer to Aphail and Osric.

OOC - Presumable he can't move, defend or evade fully, being trapped by both feet? Unless he spends a round to cut his legs free?

"Constables Osric and Aphail! Stand by me and make ready to attack!"

We'll do some weapons juggling next round.  13:09, Today: Colm Cernach rolled 7 using 2d6.  SER Roots #2 Still Active.

Aphail had the Quarrybolt nocked in his bow as he moved around the Moothall.  He loosed at the Dark Witch, then moved in to stand by Colm as ordered.

16:04, Today: Aphail MacRoach rolled 4 using 1d6+3.  Quarrybolt.  Auto Hit, ABR.  Damn it Bounced!

Aphail drew the Handfasting Gift Fey Arrow from his quiver, nocked and stood by Colm.

The emerald eyed wolf swiftly turns from Osric, and growls in anger at the ruin written in blood across Turren's body.

OOC:Caith casts GREATER HEALING on Turren for +7 Health.

" Ah, Good Evening."


As Deise finishes untieing the man, Leaf holds onto the elder's hand and helps him forward. "Are you ok? What happened here?"

"Please, quickly now, come with us. You are in grave danger here."

Deise looks at Leaf to help him move the villager out of danger. Manhandling him as gently as he can, if he must.

The old man waves Deise away, " I am perfectly fine....though I will be in quite a bit of pain later once my blessing fades."

He begins walking through gap in the north wall, looking towards the destroyed front doors.

" You know....he did a lot less damage than you folks."

..............

As the rain of blows bounced off of the offending enemy and blood sprayed from Turren's wound, Usopi hesitated at the realization of what he needed to do. He breathed deeply inward, bracing himself for the sensation he knew was coming. Then he dropped his shield and mace to the ground and reached back to draw Moarraltach from its hide sheath.

As his hands wrapped around the hilt he felt the ever-present embers of frustration and resentment deep inside him burst into a bright flame. This man had clearly made bargains with dark forces, and he stood in the way of their quest to preserve the goodness of this land. He needed to die, and he needed to be killed before any of his companions suffered wounds that magic could not heal.

Moralltach swung toward the armored foe as a deep growl began to build in Usopi's throat, Usopi struck him a heavy blow across the back but the dark plate held. Usopi almost imagined he heard an echoing growl of frustration in his mind from Moraltach.

Uthen presses his attack. He fears there is little he can do, but that is not going to stop him from trying.

Adrenaline surges over Sir Turren's pain. The Knight takes the blow, grunts and falls... To one knee, teeth grit, his hand closed around Falchorus driving the silvery javelin forward and saw it slide above his opponents greave and transfix his lower thigh, blood ran down the shaft and over Turrens hands.

" Ugh..it is only fair."

He looked towards Usopi, " That is a fine blade."

He followed the line of Usopis swing with his own blade, the grey blade hitting like a hammer at the top of Usopis breast plate then again just as hard into his sternum. Usopi stumbled back a little, looking down he expected ruin but the old handed down harness was whole...though a little dented...as was he.

" This is...disappointing.  My two slaves taken, and your saineolaí sent away my pet.  I will kill one of you for each wound. Is that fair?"





...............

Giles responds to Kores “We are protected? Good to know! Can we get closer to the others or do we need to stay in this spot?”.
Kores shrugged and began walking towards the ensnared enemy, he raised his hands and thrust them towards the enemy, " CONFODIO!".

The dark armoured figure looked towards Kores, " Thats not going to work on me."

Kores looked very dejected.

Looking inside the moothall Giles sees no sign of the villagers, though he does see Leaf, Deise and an old man, but the north wall of the building is open wide.

.................

Colm's grim face does not improve, even as the Dark Witch is held at both feet by roots.  His power and arrogance are complete, the sum of all his training and experience brought to bear, to destroy Colm's warband in a single moment.  Colm circled the melee to the rear of the Witch and nearer to Aphail and Osric.

"Constables Osric and Aphail! Stand by me and make ready to attack!"

Snatching up his two Javelins Osric spins and surges back towards the swirling melee hurling one towards the Warlock in one smooth motion. He prays his aim is true as he runs after the missile back towards the fray. The javelin flew straight and true but thudded hard into the enemys pauldron before dropping to the ground. He did not even look in Osrics direction.

He has no time to ponder the arrival of a strangely familiar wolf coinciding with his healed wounds as he snatches his hammer back from its belt loop on the move and races to attack the Warlock with his hammer, the remaining javelin clutched in his left hand.

Aphail had the Quarrybolt nocked in his bow as he moved around the Moothall.  He loosed at the Dark Witch, then moved in to stand by Colm as ordered. He frowned as the Quarrybolt deflected off the enemys armour and embedded in the wall of the moothall.

Aphail drew the Handfasting Gift Fey Arrow from his quiver, nocked and stood by Colm.

The emerald eyed wolf swiftly turns from Osric, and growls in anger at the ruin written in blood across Turren's body.

Doron sighed and loosed his arrow, he reached down and ruffled Gats fur, " Best stay with me. He is beyond you."

As he looked back up he saw with amazement that his arrow had penetrated the enemys armour.

" Prince Doron? I am honoured.", said the dark form with admiration.



OOC:

Caith casts GREATER HEALING on Turren for +7 Health.

16:04, Today: Aphail MacRoach rolled 4 using 1d6+3.  Quarrybolt.  Auto Hit, ABR.  Damn it Bounced!

OOC: 17:59, Today: Osric Grim rolled 6,4 using 1d20,d8+1.  Thrown Javelin,ABR for 5HP dam. That will hit with up to and including +14 adjustment. Although I suspect 4 may not be enough ABR...

21:01, Today: GM, for the NPC Doron, rolled 4,6 using 1d20,1d6+1 ((4,7)). -5 hp to Blackheart.

21:08, Today: GM, on behalf of Sir Turren Uvedale, rolled 1,6 using 1d20,2d4+1 ((1,2,3)).


21:14, Today: GM, on behalf of Sir Uthen of Sadley, rolled 16,5 using 1d20,1d8 ((16,5)).


21:17, Today: GM, on behalf of Usopi Venia, rolled 9,3 using 1d20,1d10+2 ((9,1)).


21:25, Today: GM, for the NPC Blackheart, rolled 2,4 using 1d20,1d10+2.  ATT 31 - DEF 11.

21:24, Today: GM, for the NPC Blackheart, rolled 13,5 using 1d20,1d10+2.  ATT 31 - DEF 11.