D&D Act One Scene IV - In the shadow of Sanderjarn

sKeith

Ekbard and Xanthea run after trying to catch up with Bandylegs, "who's about to bust he asks?"

Fourier

Digital Solitude wrote: »

While I can't make out what Bandy says, I can tell he's panicking from his voice.

I start tearing after them, whispering prayers to myself.

OOC: Othegre has asked you to trust her to jump off the cliff do you wish to?

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

Ekvard and xanthea with there longer legs easily cath up with Bandylegs, "who's about to bust he asks?"

OOC: You wouldn't reach them in the few minutes remaining.

Necro

sKeith wrote: »

Ekvard and xanthea with there longer legs easily cath up with Bandylegs, "who's about to bust he asks?"

OOC: Edited as per Fourier. Sorry!

Digital Solitude

Fourier wrote: »

OOC: Othegre has asked you to trust her to jump off the cliff do you wish to?

OOC: Missed that

I hear Bandylegs shouting again, and Ekbard and Xanthea running after him.

I panic and look over at Otherge, grit my teeth, mentally pray and jump.

Fourier

The cliff face explodes open, thousands of dead bodies erupt forward mixed inside the river of ice and begin to flow down the mountain.

Banjo

Othegre casts Feather fall on Moy, the descends the mountainside calling "my God's better than your god, my god's better than yours..."

Fourier

Othegre leaps and halts midair. With vampiric grace she gestures upward with her hand, halting Moy's fall.

sKeith

Ekbard, on hearing the cliff face explode holds the moon necklaces up and shouts stay back mountain. and keeps running while holding necklaces aloft.

Necro

Bandylegs keeps running. He looks over his shoulder to see if he can make out anyone behind him, and sees the explosion.

'Vergedain, save them all, please!'

Fourier

The river of bodies reach Xanthea and Ekbard, but the stream parts midflow and bifurcates around them.

Banjo

"weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" Othegre descends the mountainside, alternately dropping and braking to control her height. "You owe me blood, prayermonkey!" She calls up into the black above her

Fourier

The massive tide of bodies continues down the mountain flowing toward BandyLegs and Saeros.

Necro

Bandylegs casts Protection from Evil on himself and Saeros

OOC: Can I do that on the two of us?

Fourier

The wall of corpses slams into BandyLegs and Saeros.

sKeith

Fourier wrote: »

The river of bodies reach Xanthea and Ekbard, but the stream parts midflow and bifurcates around them.

Ekbard halts his run and halts xanthea run too while still holding the necklace aloft. "lets not tempt faith by falling into a ravine, i think this is working."

Digital Solitude

What am I seeing?

Fourier

The force rips BandyLegs prosthetics clean from their connecting joints and Saeros is slammed head first into the snow, smacking his skull and breaking both his arms as he is buried under a wall of dead bodies. His left arm is suddenly placed under more weight as the mass of corpses shifts, crushing it and a major artery, causing severe wounds.

BandyLegs comes to his senses having been thrown free of the river of death. Not only are his prosthetics gone, his upper legs were severely crushed. More worrying is the trail of blood that puts future heirs of house McGillicuddy in doubt.

Fourier

Digital Solitude wrote: »

What am I seeing?

A torrent of dead bodies covered in ice flowing down the mountain. You and Othegre are falling very slowly.

Fourier

Goodie stares down at the carnage, the wolves have been crushed, the trees bent, horses dead. His companions are hard to see. The river of bodies even went another path and killed a giant.

Goodie the halfling is alright though, he calmly watches a beautiful midday sun and tucks into a bacon and egg ration.

OOC: Off to bed

Necro

Bandylegs writhes in agony on the ground. He curses his bad luck that he cannot heal his own wounds. He manages to lift his head momentarily to scan the area, looking for any sign of Saeros, or indeed his prosthetics.

Digital Solitude

OOC: What the ****

"Vampire, you've saved me...

We need to get to the others, Bandy and Saeros got hit hard, I can't see the others rightly."

OldGoat

Saeors tries to move but gets hit with a wave of pain like none he has ever experienced before and he lets out an explosive stream of profanities, mostly in orcish.
He starts to kick and push with his legs, to try and free himself from the press of bodies.

Fourier

Saeros pulls himself free. He is alive, but his arm is almost completely crushed. His heightened Elven awareness of his own body tells him that unless he does something with the ripped artery in his arm he is looking at death over the next 24 hours very probably.

OldGoat

I look around for other survivors and for any help that might be forthcoming. My outlook doesn't look too good.

I could try to tie a tourniquet with my bowstring but doing that one-handed, with a broken arm seems a foolish task.
I start to try to tie a tourniquet with my broken arm on my other more broken arm. (OOC: If this is a dex roll I'm toast)

I distract myself from the pain by contemplating being turned into a vampire as a last option to save myself.

Banjo

Digital Solitude wrote: »

OOC: What the ****

"Vampire, you've saved me...

We need to get to the others, Bandy and Saeros got hit hard, I can't see the others rightly."

"I saved elevenses, blood bag. Return your britches to the fully un-pissed position and find somewhere safe to drift to; I don't know how long I can keep you in the air and I don't have many other tricks up my sleeve."
Under her breath she mutters "...and anything I've got left in the bank I'm saving for Zippy McTeamwipe..."
Othegre follows the smell of blood and garlic and stale ale towards Bandy and Saeros, waiting for the dead tide to subside so she can land.

Necro

OOC: Has the wall of bodies and ice passed?

Fourier

The flow of bodies and ice has come to a stop.

Thousands of corpses lie strewn on the path.

Tigger

Banjo wrote: »

"I saved elevenses, blood bag. Return your britches to the fully un-pissed position and find somewhere safe to drift to; I don't know how long I can keep you in the air and I don't have many other tricks up my sleeve."
Under her breath she mutters "...and anything I've got left in the bank I'm saving for Zippy McTeamwipe..."
Othegre follows the smell of blood and garlic and stale ale towards Bandy and Saeros, waiting for the dead tide to subside so she can land.

As inoook down on true destruction below the main overwhelming thing I feel is happiness, happiness that that didn’t happen to me.

Necro

Bandylegs scans the area, looking for signs of any of the group - or his prosthetics.

'Saeros! Saeros? Ekbard? Xanthea!'

He crawls over to a rock and props himself against it.

'confound and blast it to hell. How are ye gonna get yersel' outta this one Bandylegs?'