Round 3, the blade
Subject Round 3 actions
Salix reaches up from where he is standing, trying to detect the smallest hint of life from the little girl. Her pale face looks at him, its death grimace seared in his mind. Her pale skin reflects blandly in the fire light. He places his finger tips at her throat, attempting to feel the weakest sign of a beating heart. One second, two second, three seconds... Time seems to stop as he attempts to discern the slighest sign of life from the little body. Finaly, he comes to the conclusion that her soul has been drawn to the great beyond. He sighs and says a small prayer to Obad-Hai that she had lived a good life and that she was in a good place now.
Steeling himself, Salix draws the dagger from the little girls body, inspecting it closely to see if it migh be the weapon the cleric was supposed to have "blessed" in this obomonation.
OOC: Mark, what do we see of the dagger/knife use to kill the girl?
From: Mark
Subject Turn
It is a beautiful day here today so it will be tonight before I get anything out.
Welcome back Karl and Chris. I hope your trip was a good one.
From: Mark
Subject Round 3
Init for round 3.
Allistair, Surin, Kal, Harp, Ranthir, Mund, Salix, Ragnar, Man, Bloodhulk
Allistair keeps an eye on the door to his left and on the opposite wall. He runs through the spells he has prepared for the day and keeps the sleep spell at the top of his mind. It might come in useful in this situation.
Surin keeps a close watch on the door next to him. If anyone came out that door, they would find a dagger deep in his guts faster than a loose gold piece would disappear back at the carnival his family ran.
Kal wants to weep at the death of the little girl, but there are still foes around. Salix and the others are better equipped to help her, if she can be succored. "Harp, Ragnar" he shouts, "the girl needs your help. Get over here." Figuring that the others would need someone to take the place of the healer, he moves deftly past his allies and takes up position next to Ragnar. His rapier darts in and punctures the disgusting flesh of the creature. Thick blood squirts out of the wound, covering the elf's hand (AC13,6+12=18, hit, damage 10).
Harp hears Kal's call for aid. Now? When they had this overblown bag of blood to kill. "Ragnar, you are better versed at healing. Kal is here now, go see what you can do to help the child. Mund and Kal and I can take care of things here." With that the 1/2 orc launches another series of blows (AC13, 11+13=24, hit, damage 16, 12+8=20, hit, damage 11). More bloody chunks of flesh fall from the creature and splatter on the floor.
Ran sheaths his sword and drops his shield, moving to release the little girl from her bonds. He struggles with the straps, fumbling a bit. "Salix, Kal please help. Maybe we can still save her."
Mund, his blood still seething in his veins, hacks at the bloated form again and again (AC13, 5+13=18, hit, damage 13, 16+8=24, hit, damage 16). Finally the creature falls, almost collapsing in on itself, as half congealed blood flows from the many wounds. The barbarian bangs his ax on the floor, smacking off the blood covered frost that is there.
Salix helps Ran release the girl from her restraints. They ease her to the floor and the druid checks for a pulse. Hoping against hope for the flutter of her life's blood he touches his fingers to her throat. One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds. He places his ear over her mouth and hears nothing, feels nothing. Salix looks up into the distraught eyes of his friend "I am sorry. She has already passed on. There is naught I can do." His eyes almost in tears the druid moves to pick up the dagger that the now dead cleric had used on the girl.
OODM: End of combat. I will write up a bit more out of combat time.
From: Porter
Subject Round 3
With the battle over, Mund sees that the little girl is dead. What a waste. Probing his wound, Mund says sarcastically "It's a good thing we have Ran here to run in without thinking, or we might have been able to do this without anybody getting hurt."
Mund begins going through the priests clothes to see if there's anything worth having. "Want me to go head and kill him? It ain't like we're gonna get anything out of him."
From: Josh
Subject Round 3
Kal kneels and says a quiet prayer. He works some of her spilt blood into the leather hilt of his rapier. "You will be with us as we avenge your death."
From: Mark
Subject The blade
Salix helps Ran release the girl from her restraints. They ease her to the floor and the druid checks for a pulse. Hoping against hope for the flutter of her life's blood he touches his fingers to her throat. One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds. He places his ear over her mouth and hears nothing, feels nothing. Salix looks up into the distraught eyes of his friend "I am sorry. She has already passed on. There is naught I can do." His eyes almost in tears, the druid moves to pick up the dagger that the now dead cleric had used on the girl.
The weapon is vicious looking. It gleams with an inner light that illuminates the alter and the intricate etching on the blade. Motif's of death and blood sacrifice run up and down each side of the blade. Groves are cut into the blade and the hilt so that blood would channel and flow down the pommel and out the end. Salix has never seen such a cruel looking weapon. He gathers it up and heads back to the group.
He holds up the weapon for the others to see. As he passes it around the inner light of the blade seems to brighten when Ally and Mund handle it. Mund checks the sharpness of the blade with a finger tip and almost looses the end of his finger. "That thing's sharper than it looks. Damn edge almost cut my whole finger off."
OODM: Discuss, talk, plans of action?