[ooc] Bandits win initiative.(16:12:43) ChatBot: Murometz rolls 1d20 and gets 14.
(16:12:51) ChatBot: Murometz rolls 1d20 and gets 17.
(16:13:01) ChatBot: Murometz rolls 4d20 and gets 20,12,11,16.[/ooc]
Twenty yards, a dead-on shot for Aerex with his fine new bow and his particular knack with it. But a mere half-second before Aerex let loose, Sweetcloak fired his smallish crossbow at the charging Quorridge. The bolt grazed Otto’s mailed shoulder, and careened harmlessly away (14)
Everything happened at once. Sweetcloak’s companions, mounted on their nags and garrons, proceeded to attack as well.
The one called Queenie, notched a short-bow of her own (though no master-work weapon), and fired swiftly in Aerex’ direction. At first Aerex thought she had missed, but seconds later could feel warm blood running down his arm. She had shredded a bit of shoulder with her shot, but the projectile didn’t stick nor wound too deeply. The pain was immediate but bearable. (17(+2))
The dwarf called the Court Jester, fired a hand-axe at Quorridge with blinding speed, and the weapon struck home, somehow finding a crease in the armor. The axe-blade remained stuck deep in Quorridge’s thigh as he rode by the dwarf, intent on Sweetcloak. The Court Jester rose up in his saddle, to his full four foot height and whooped and hollered, another throwing axe already in hand. As he shook, the bells on his jester’s hat jingled. A psychotic, to be sure. (20)
Unger and Egmont, brothers by the looks of them, wheeled their horses hesitantly and aiming while doing so, each fired throwing knives, both at Lord Quorridge. The knife missed Quorridge by a few feet at least, as the old knight bore down on the bandit-leader. Aerex winced, as the other blade sailed by him, having also missed it mark. (12, 11)
Pockmarked Maryel, who was aptly named, and whose nose featured a nauseating, shadow-casting wart, threw a javelin at Quorridge, but the missile glanced off the mail, just as Sweetcloak’s bolt had moments earlier. (16).
Finally there was Poor Wil, but he did not attack, no. He just looked nervous and feigned attack with his short sword, while keeping his bony garron from actually approaching either the run-away Quorridge or the ever-alert Aerex, who was already notching another arrow, before even knowing if the first had hit its mark.
Quorridge for his part took his time getting there, but once there, struck like a thunderbolt, sending Sweetcloak toppling from his horse with a hit from his gruesome blade, blood spurting in all directions, as he dropped. The bandit’s mount reared and bolted at that moment, leaving the somehow barely still alive Sweetcloak squirming on the ground, his arm nearly severed at the shoulder-blade.
[ooc]Aerex, you take 5 dam from Queenie's arrow. Quorridge took 6 dam from court jester's axe. Sweetcloak took 13 dam from Q's mighty blade. Also, Aerex, need a hit roll from you. If you hit, Sweetcloak could be dead! You get bonus +2/+2 to hit/dam, because you face Bandits, your sworn enemies, your chosen foes! Before next initiative I will roll bandits morale