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digitaldisciplineDay 26: Follow That Rodent!
Much to my chagrin, Pinky's rat interrupted my time with Rouge, but it turned out to be important. Her penmanship is tiny, but I could at least figure out that the others had run into trouble (my favorite!). Grabbed Noxx-ious (the drunk) and Sybs, told Rouge I'd see her later & sent her on her way, and followed the rat into a part of town we hadn't seen much of before.
Talk about timing - almost as soon as we got there, a whole bunch of Pinky's webs disintegrated, and the day started with some dead kobold fun. Garg and Stumpy were pretty fried, and holed up in one of the buildings they'd already cleared out, and some little halfling bad-ass was trying to run the show. Big attitude from a guy that size, but he's got some impressive scars, so he mignt not be completely full of shit. He wanted to clear out the well where the kobolds had apparently come out, so I "suggested" he do some recon.
Fishing for kobolds with a halfling on a rope is a lot of fun... if you're not the halfling.
"Archers! Ouch! Several! Ouch! Kobolds! Goblins! Ouch!" - Cilantro, the Halfling Pincushion
Not being prone to introspection (or a hell of a lot of caution), I jumped (literally) into the fray.
Note to self: Full Plate is heavy, and not great for jumping in. I landed like a garbage can thrown off a balcony, which certainly got their attention... at least until the axe got the rest of it. The others took a smarter path down... except for Cilantro, who landed like a garbage can kicked down a flight of stairs, busted his leg, and promptly lost consciousness.
We did the flaming web trick and returned upstairs, and I laid out our freshly-unconscious halfling along with all the heads the others had scored before I got there, and went back down to get some fresh ones.
The new blades are pretty damn nice, and nicely seasoned now, thanks.
While I was tossing the heads topside, a quartet of goblins decided my ass looked like a good thing to shoot arrows at. I disagreed vigorously, and promptly splattered the closest one.
Of course, the rest of those cowardly shits ran in the face of superior firepower. Pinky's rat was certainly having an exciting day, because he snooped ahead and came back (floating in the magic fingers of some new Mr. Wizard) a sqeaking, bleeding mouse-kebab. Needless to say, Pinky was, shall we say rather put out.
Giving chase, I got to do a gravity check. Bastards dug a big hole in the floor and covered it with some flimsy shit they could run over safely. Grrrrr.
Mr. Rat-sniping Goblin died from a healthy overdose of Axe-ident. There were still two more on the run, so I ignored everyone else calling for me to wait up and chased those fuckers down.
Let me just say right now that archers are fucking pussies. Step up and swing, don't retreat and fling sticks at me. Besides, your aim sucks.
So now they've got an irate Half-Orc and an irate gnome on their asses. Oh, how cute - they brought friends (a couple of goblins, and a couple of orcs). I have yet to meet the critter that stands for long in the middle of some flaming web while being hit with a big fucking axe.
Oh, wait a minute - I just met the critter. Half-Orcs are, if I do say so myself, stupendous badasses, and this longsword-wielding motherfucker laid out Mr. Wizard Jr., and (surprise surprise) Fritter. In one stroke. Okay, I'm impressed. Busy killing the guys trying to get us from the other end of the hallway, but impressed.
Pinky managed to web just about everyone, and from that point on, it was a whole lot of Sybs and the Orcs being inept with bows and arrows, and Drunken Master making a goddamned pincushion out of the Half-Orc when he finally discovered the rapid-fire switch on his crossbow.
Thirty heads (including "Chuk" Norris, the badass) later, I dragged three unconscious mates topside for Sybs to fret and mutter over. I'm gonna have a word with Cilantro when we go to talk to the mayor about Norris. I think he knows something, and he owes us, big-time.
Much to my chagrin, Pinky's rat interrupted my time with Rouge, but it turned out to be important. Her penmanship is tiny, but I could at least figure out that the others had run into trouble (my favorite!). Grabbed Noxx-ious (the drunk) and Sybs, told Rouge I'd see her later & sent her on her way, and followed the rat into a part of town we hadn't seen much of before.
Talk about timing - almost as soon as we got there, a whole bunch of Pinky's webs disintegrated, and the day started with some dead kobold fun. Garg and Stumpy were pretty fried, and holed up in one of the buildings they'd already cleared out, and some little halfling bad-ass was trying to run the show. Big attitude from a guy that size, but he's got some impressive scars, so he mignt not be completely full of shit. He wanted to clear out the well where the kobolds had apparently come out, so I "suggested" he do some recon.
Fishing for kobolds with a halfling on a rope is a lot of fun... if you're not the halfling.
"Archers! Ouch! Several! Ouch! Kobolds! Goblins! Ouch!" - Cilantro, the Halfling Pincushion
Not being prone to introspection (or a hell of a lot of caution), I jumped (literally) into the fray.
Note to self: Full Plate is heavy, and not great for jumping in. I landed like a garbage can thrown off a balcony, which certainly got their attention... at least until the axe got the rest of it. The others took a smarter path down... except for Cilantro, who landed like a garbage can kicked down a flight of stairs, busted his leg, and promptly lost consciousness.
We did the flaming web trick and returned upstairs, and I laid out our freshly-unconscious halfling along with all the heads the others had scored before I got there, and went back down to get some fresh ones.
The new blades are pretty damn nice, and nicely seasoned now, thanks.
While I was tossing the heads topside, a quartet of goblins decided my ass looked like a good thing to shoot arrows at. I disagreed vigorously, and promptly splattered the closest one.
Of course, the rest of those cowardly shits ran in the face of superior firepower. Pinky's rat was certainly having an exciting day, because he snooped ahead and came back (floating in the magic fingers of some new Mr. Wizard) a sqeaking, bleeding mouse-kebab. Needless to say, Pinky was, shall we say rather put out.
Giving chase, I got to do a gravity check. Bastards dug a big hole in the floor and covered it with some flimsy shit they could run over safely. Grrrrr.
Mr. Rat-sniping Goblin died from a healthy overdose of Axe-ident. There were still two more on the run, so I ignored everyone else calling for me to wait up and chased those fuckers down.
Let me just say right now that archers are fucking pussies. Step up and swing, don't retreat and fling sticks at me. Besides, your aim sucks.
So now they've got an irate Half-Orc and an irate gnome on their asses. Oh, how cute - they brought friends (a couple of goblins, and a couple of orcs). I have yet to meet the critter that stands for long in the middle of some flaming web while being hit with a big fucking axe.
Oh, wait a minute - I just met the critter. Half-Orcs are, if I do say so myself, stupendous badasses, and this longsword-wielding motherfucker laid out Mr. Wizard Jr., and (surprise surprise) Fritter. In one stroke. Okay, I'm impressed. Busy killing the guys trying to get us from the other end of the hallway, but impressed.
Pinky managed to web just about everyone, and from that point on, it was a whole lot of Sybs and the Orcs being inept with bows and arrows, and Drunken Master making a goddamned pincushion out of the Half-Orc when he finally discovered the rapid-fire switch on his crossbow.
Thirty heads (including "Chuk" Norris, the badass) later, I dragged three unconscious mates topside for Sybs to fret and mutter over. I'm gonna have a word with Cilantro when we go to talk to the mayor about Norris. I think he knows something, and he owes us, big-time.
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