The arrow loosed by fletch acted as the spark that lit the fire that was this battle. Though it had missed, his message was clear: “
Dont fuck with us.” Seconds after the arrow flew, the Druid spoke to his canine friend, who darted toward the bush cluster, trying to take down one of the men...
***
Aviram was the first to move, stepping slowly parallel to the man with a blow gun, drawing a javelin, his eyes locked, suddenly the colors of his eyes flashed an icy blue in a deep thunderous voice, he commanded the fifth man, “
Lower your Guard, and Come!” The man stood and his arms dropped to his sides. Face gone blank... for a moment, and he then began to shake his head violently covering his ears and screaming, “
GET OUT OF MY HEAD YOU DAMNED WITCH!”
Command spell~
fail
Aviram: Checks~
quote:
Poison used- Judging by the belt lined with differed colored plumed darts (capped for their safety), The light pink plume was reminiscent of a certain blooming flower of the same color... When combined and coated, and finally injected into a man, caused full and immediate unconsciousness; Drow Poison. Light green plumed feathered darts, struck the same memory, reminding him of a plant that caused toxic effects, wearing down on a mans health until it eventually lead to his death... if not given an anti-toxin; Simple poison (1d3 dmg each round).
Surrouding terrain- the area around you is brush and trail for now, further to the west, the gates to the hold of the dwarves, with their caves and markets. From behind the large man in the back, you see smoke rise... Their campsite. You see bedrolls, as well as a chest, and table.. from the distance it is hard to tell for sure, but it looks to be the table where the men created their darts. Surely they had all sorts of ingredients there to act as anti-toxins, as well as to craft your own, should you get past the sentinel that guards it...
Sense Motive- They seem friendly!
Knowledge local- though these men are a mystery to you, slavers were a term you heard... These men were simply waiting for a worth while being to be captured and sold to the Batignuis.
***
While his animal companion ran to the attack, Oloven had a plan of his own, speaking under his breath as he drew his quarterstaff, the group could swear they saw his eyes change colors for a moment... Suddenly, out in the open field, vines and thick weeds erupted from the ground, ensnaring the man who spoke, as well as the man who stood in the back. Shooting out so quickly, the men had little to no time to react, though not for lack of trying. Cursing and harsh words are all that came from the man who spoke to the group, cockiness seeming to melt into fear. The larger man in the back, simply stood. Frown on his face, rage easily being able to be seen boiling within his chest. While the vines and weeds shot about, Karn (the dog) darted this way and that on a direct path to one of the men with the blow guns in the brush. Though the dog was fierce as it was large, its dodging and nipping at the heels of the man left the creature with naught but a mouthful of leaves, before he knew it, the dog leapt again, this time he had time to react, pushing at the dogs head, leading it away. This was his lucky day.
-Miss, Aoo Miss-
In retort as the dog spun about, the man loaded his blow gun with a dart with a light red plume of feathers, loaded it and fired quickly. Perhaps too quickly, the fear of almost having his legs taken off by a 150 lb dog caused him to become clumsy, firing off a dart feet away from the dogs- well feet.
-Man 3, Missed Karn-
***
While the man felt a wave of- well feeling cool for fending off a riding dog, his buzz was harshly cut off by a screech. He looked up to see the sheen of a metal point. Gorrum had followed the path of the dog and wheeled back into a powerful thrust. The mans eyes widened as he stumbled backwards and fell into the brush, with a powerful jab, Gorrum thrust. A strike that would make a skewer out of any living creature. Gorrums pleased as a pickle look melted as he looked down the shaft of the spear. Its silver tip hit a target alright, but not the one intended. The man had fallen, legs sprawled out with the spearhead in-between them, jabbed into the dirt, he looked up, coated in sweat and the small skirmisher and exhaled deeply
-Gorrum
miss man 3, concielment successful-
***
Mere feet away from the events of the dog and Goblin, a fellow creature of green skin darted toward a her target, a man with a sword so large, he needed two hands to wield, there was a catch she didnt notice until it was too late; he was ready. With a fierce flurry of jabs, the man with the large sword did his best to deflect the attacks from the orc woman, sparks flying about as he attempted to keep up, as she realized he had prepared for her to charge, she let out a growl and knelt down, hiding from the blowguns, looking about the area for her next target. As she looked about the area, an arrow hit the ground next to her, she looked down, eyes wide and then followed its trajectory back to its owner. Fletch, who stood with a grimace and an apologetic grin.
-Quay attack man 4 (total defense), miss-
***
Quays attention was caught by the sheen of metal running past at a blinding speed, Mitsu had taken a full charge at the other man with the blowgun. The sound of metal, tearing leather, and splatter of blood on leaves. Cut from hip to shoulder, the fifth man stood for a moment before falling to his back with a satisfying crunch into the bushes, Mitsu, with is blade pointed up in the air after his uppercut slash slowly lowered his now crimson blade and with a harsh twist, nearly unnoticeable, the blade was clean, as if it had just been drawn. Blood peppered the small area around him.
-Mitsu hit 5, 9 damage-
“
Remmy!” The man with the longsword shouted, clearly being friends with the man mitsu had slashed, quickly ran to the samurai, bringing down a heavy blade to the man. Glare of metal and sparks danced along the leaves, mitsu had drawn his weapon to his shoulder, holding the blade off his armor, just bearly... Rage overtook the man, and the smirk he gave quay began to melt away as the swords began to shake violently against eachother. With a sudden shout the man leapt in the air, pressing mitsu's sword down, and thrusting upward, piercing the samurai's stomach. A deep exhale came from his lips and the blade was drawn from the weakened body of Mitsu, as he fell to his knees, and then onto his side, blood coming from the front and back of his armor... unmoving...
-Man 4 hit, 14 dmg to Mitsu-
***
Quay looked down at the samurai, who in turn was unable to turn to return to the gaze. She began to reach toward him, Suddenly she heard a deep inhale, out of instinct, she bobbed her head off to the left, sending a pink plumed dart sailing into the distatance. A quick glance before her and she was met with the hollow of a blow gun. The man who mitsu had just slashed, lay in the brush, leaves and blood surrounding him. “
Bitch...” He grumbled as as he rolled backwards into the brush, hidden from sight.
-Man 5 Is Hidden-
The man who spoke to them (2) began to laugh, “
You lazy sacks of shit/Royalred>!” He said, voice full of a new found anger developing into rage. "<Royalred>What do you make those stupid darts for if you cant hit anything?! I want them all bagged and tagged! DO YOU HEAR ME?!" It was clear he was beginning to feel the heat of battle, not exactly turning in his favor
The (conscious) members, looked at one another, this was certainly not the unfolding they had expected... More importantly, Mitsu was laying in the middle of a battlefield completely unconscious. The men needed to rethink their strategy... Lest they lose a samuari... Or perhaps all get captured.
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