Chapter One, Part Two: The Road to Brinewall

[Porteiro]

Jeddy steps forward for a better shot, but one of the annoyed spirits of his former home once again sends the bolt wild.

(rolled a 7)

[TheTick]

Initiative List: ShowHide

Ettercap - 21
Corby 1 - 21 (-11hp)
Corby 3 - 19
Owen - 17
Faraway - 14
Jeddy - 13
Corby 2 - 13 (-7hp)
Horcrust - 12
S'Vith - 5
Giant Spider - 5

Jeddy's bolt whizzes past the Corby engaged with Faraway, but it looks over nervously.  The Corby being held by S'Vith writhes and struggles, but stays held.

Whatever creatures that fired the catapult seem to have recovered.  You can hear yelling from the top the castle to the north.

(Horcrust and S'Vith are up)

[SteveRogers]

S'Vith jabs a fierce first into the side of the corby struggling in his arms.

Grapple Roll 1d20+11 : 18 + 11, total 29
Damage Roll 1d6+3 : 2 + 3, total 5

[SteveRogers]

*fist

[SpamHead]

After sidestepping for a good shot, Horcrust fires a precise laser into the corby's face.

Attack Roll 17 + 2 = 19

Damage Roll 6 = 6

[TheTick]

Initiative List: ShowHide

Ettercap - 21
Corby 1 - 21 (-11hp)
Corby 3 - 19
Owen - 17
Faraway - 14
Jeddy - 13
Corby 2 - 13
Horcrust - 12
S'Vith - 5
Giant Spider - 5

Horcrust's blast of fire sears the face of the corby being held by S'Vith, and the Monk's fist cracks rib bones, felling the foul birdman. (Corby 2 is DEAD)  The last remaining corby hears the crack and smells the burning, and begins to panic.  It strikes wildly at Faraway, missing with both claws.

(Owen, Faraway, Jeddy - you're up)

[Phil]

Seeing the birdman with fear in its eyes, Owen hesitates.  He closes his eyes, and asks Sarenrae to reveal to him the nature of the creature's soul.

Detect Evil for one round.

[TheTick]

(uses your move action)

Owen shudders involuntarily at the evil aura he senses.  It is a truly lost creature.

[Phil]

Ah yes, forgot Paladin's have a better DE than the spell.

Owen is repulsed by the sensation of evil that assaults him, but is nevertheless comforted in the knowledge that no innocent blood has been spilled.  He holds his sword high, ready to strike it down if it approaches his reach.

Ready a power attack if it (or a different enemy) comes to melee range.

[Lotofsnow]

Faraway, ignorant of his companion's moment of doubt, instead chooses to take advantage of the opportunity he has been given to fell the strange birdman who assaulted his friends.

Flank Attack 1d20+8 : 18 + 8, total 26
Damage 1d6+4 : 6 + 4, total 10

[TheTick]

The last corby raises it's arm in a vain attempt to block Faraway's blow, but it is for naught.  The creature is smashed to the ground, unmoving. (DEAD)

There are no visible threats, but the sound of yelling can be heard atop the keep, and an odd rumbling sound comes from the eastern end of the courtyard.

[SteveRogers]

S'Vith whistles and wipes a bead of sweat from his brow with his forearm, "Now what, lads?"

[Lotofsnow]

Faraway glances around.

We probably should either see about that catapult or head for cover in the trees.

[TheTick]

Anyone else with thoughts?

[Phil]

As the battle ends, Owen takes stock of his wounds.  Blood seeps from the armor on his sword arm from the ettercap bite, and the pain is still fierce.

"Faraway, before we face the next group of foes, perhaps..."  Owen gestures towards his wounded arm.