Frederick reaches up over his bed and grabs a bit of spider web he had noticed prior to going to sleep.  He mumbles an incantation and the outside of the building on the side where his room is located is covered in a thick, sticky spider web.

That should make their escape harder. Kill them all!

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 244):

Boris hits the closest creature with his sword, again missing completely.

AC: 5 (Leather plus Buckler with +2 DEX Adjustment)
HP: 36/36
Weapon: Short Sword
THAC0/WS/Damage: 18/3/1d6, 1d8 (2 hands).

21:25, Today: Boris Underhill rolled 1 using 1d20.

Rolling for next turn initiative:

12:23, Today: Boris Underhill rolled 8 using 1d10.  Turn 3 Initiative.


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In reply to Boris Underhill (msg # 249):

Stoney swings at one of the fliers.
"Come on and fight me you little buggers!  Stop flapping your wings!"



Hit AC 6  if hit 3 damage
07:30, Today: Stoney Applesmith rolled 3 using 1d4.
07:30, Today: Stoney Applesmith rolled 12 using 1d20.

Yah, a natty 1.

The great warrior...


19:50, Today: Albion Hawkmoon rolled 4 using 1d20+3.  Attackin again!

In a flash, light streaks outward from Sharps, striking the only winged creature not in the room.  The bolt sends it reeling backwards; it shrieks and howls in anger as Frederick's web closes in and seals the only chance it would have at retaliation.  Hawkmoon and Boris charge in but, in their respective haste, did not see one another and collide soundly together (Dex check at +2 please).  This leaves Stoney who spins around and presses the attack forward, swinging wildly as the beasts flutter frantically about.  They can neither reach Stoney nor can he land a hit.

There are three in the room still flying around.  A fourth lays on the floor but is heavily injured from Sharps and could probably be stepped on at this point.

Hawkmoon oofs and tries to give Boris a way to the little.. um.. beings.

14:32, Today: Albion Hawkmoon rolled 17 using 1d20+2.  Oops.

OOC: My bad on being unclear...add that 2 to your dex, or subtract it from the roll.  Either way you look at it, it's a positive in your favor not against.  Neither of you really had the time or room to build up speed so it's not like two linebackers colliding.

In reply to Albion Hawkmoon (msg # 253):

"God's Hooks!" cried Boris, trying to avoid Albion.

00:19, Today: Boris Underhill rolled 13 using 1d20.  DEX Check.

Passed.

In reply to Boris Underhill (msg # 255):

Stoney swings wildly again.  Hopefully not hitting any of his companions in the volley of hammer swings.

"Stop moving you flying chickens!  Step on the injured one, someone!"


08:49, Today: Stoney Applesmith rolled 8 using 1d20.  wildly swinging .

Frederick weaves the mana again with a simple chant and points at one of offensive creatures. 3 darts of mana fly from his fingers and strike the disgusting beast.

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 254):

Recovering his balance, Boris attacked again, swinging his short sword.



AC: 5 (Leather plus Buckler with +2 DEX Adjustment)
HP: 36/36
Weapon: Short Sword
THAC0/WS/Damage: 18/3/1d6, 1d8 (2 hands).

14:36, Today: Boris Underhill rolled 15 using 1d20.  Attack with Short Sword.
14:36, Today: Boris Underhill rolled 8 using 1d8. Damage
14:37, Today: Boris Underhill rolled 5 using 1d10+3.  Turn 4 Initiative.

Sharps takes one of the vile fliers down with a perfect bastard sword stroke. "She how much fun we're all havin'?" Sharps calls out, looking for additional targets.


Sharps: THACO 12

19:50, Today: Sharps rolled 7 using 2d4+3.  Sharps damage.

19:49, Today: Sharps rolled 9 using 2d4+3.  Sharps damage.

19:49, Today: Sharps rolled 24 using 1d20+4.  Sharps bastard sword attack 2. Natural 20!

19:48, Today: Sharps rolled 8 using 1d20+4.  Sharps bastard sword attack 1.

The chaos and confusion is over in a flash.  As Frederick takes another beast down in glowing flames, the final two are pushed in towards Sharps who brings them down with such force that they are easily dispatched without further energy.  The final beast, still fluttering around outside the building, howls in fury at the group.  Knowing it cannot possibly take them by itself, it flies off into the dark sky, heading northward.  A moment of deathly calm and quiet overtakes the room.  This, however, vanishes quickly as the sound of footfalls fills the air.  You soon find the tavern is now wide awake and several guardsmen have entered, weapons drawn.

In reply to The Powers That Be (msg # 260):


To the guard as they enter.
"Glad you are here!  The last of the flying beasties flew out the window, heading north! Please secure the area, so we can investigate, oh and please grab us some drinks.  Adding the puzzle together might take some time, and is thirsty work!"

Then Stoney tuns to the scene, and rubs his chin as he tries to take note what he is seeing, and why it happened.

Hawkmoon did a fair job of being out of the way after the initial issue with swinging a big sword in a small room.

"Would anyone care for me to lay hands on wounds?"

"Not yet, fer me," Sharps replies, his still-dripping wound ignored for the moment as he kneels to get a closer look at the winged freaks. "I scheme better when I'm nursin' a bit o' pain."

In reply to Sharps (msg # 263):

"Sharps, there will be plenty of time to bleed, after we have a drink.  If you are really going to complain, come over and I will ask for some divine inspiration to help your wounds."
Stoney says jesting, to tease Sharps.  But if sharps needs it Stoney will atempt to pray to the gods for healing.

Frederick looks down at his chest then up to Hawkmoon.

I do believe I could use your assistance Hawkmoon.  I appear to have been lacerated by one of those dreadful beasties.  Using a razor knife no less.

Hawkmoon will move to Frederik and lay his hands upon him, causing the wound and the warrior's hands both to glow with a bluish light, and unless his abilities are nulled here.. healing 10HP.

In reply to Stoney Applesmith (msg # 261):

"I'll try and follow it!"

Boris bounded out of the room, down in the hall and into the street. Moving as fast as he could he attempted to follow the creature.

"Good idea," Sharps says. "Someone should go wit him."

When Boris announces his intent to try and follow the creature Frederick speaks to Dinen, both verbally and thru his link with the familiar.

Dinen, go with Boris and let me know if there is trouble.

Dinen Dal comes out of his hiding spot under the bed, happy to not have to defend his master. He was just about to when the rest of the party showed up. Dinen nods to Frederick and takes off after Boris, trailing hims slightly but having no problem pacing him.
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In reply to Frederick (msg # 269):

"Now back to the task at hand."  Stoney says with confidence, that he can solve this puzzle. Years in the abbey studying has given him confidence in matters of the unknown, even if he doesn't know more than the average person.
Inspecting the remains of the little flying creatures, and their claw marks.  Looking at the wounds on individuals that were attacked.  Trying to glean any information on what the creatures are, to see if they are controlled by a master, or are like rats, and just attack out of opportunity and group confidence.

Smiling, Sharps nods in appreciation and admiration to Frederick.

Frederick sits on the edge of the bed and rubs a hand over his chest.  Healing powers always amazed him, especially for a paladin. There's was not a weaving of the mana but a gift of faith given them by their God. It was somehow more pure and soothing than when the cleric wove the mana in the method taught by worshipers of the greater powers.

Frederick watches the others investigate the creatures and speaks up.

Odd, wouldn't you say, that they use tools? Rather than slice me with its vicious little claws it choose to slice me with a razor. Maybe the razor can tell us something.