Mystara

Juniors take lunch on day 4

Well...it's been quite a morning.

The Guru and Dwervyn have shown initiative and leadership, and have been well supported by up-and-comer priestess Kazandra. Titan has had his usual devastating impact, and Lysander has had the closest of shaves to see another day. Elzix and Bridget have been wisely keeping well clear of the front ranks, survival instincts in this hostile environment being primary.

Mugwort has shown courage and loyalty, but has lost his faithful bugbear crew, and has only what remains of the Air Temple crew that he talked around. Sven has been on hand to sing a lively tune and rally the troops.

Air Temple Bugbears: 2, 3 hp's.

Brian + 2 Gnolls - 8/9, 13/13, and 6/6 hp's + 1 Hobgoblin 1/8 hp.

River Sailor - 0 lvl - 6/6 hp + 4 Men-at-Arms - 0 lvl - 4 hp each. Each can be kitted with Chain Mail + longsword/javelin quite easily.

You have now set free 2 merchants and 3 servants from 114.

You are suitably attired in brown surcoats, and one might be forgiven for thinking you are now the replacements for the Earth Temple followers.

Next on your agenda is 147, 150, 151. You might like to nominate if there are split groups, who is where, and what path you will take to get to your destinations.

QUAN!!!!!

To take us all back to that fateful round...

 

 ... An attack was launched on the party while they were searching an Earth Temple priest's quarters.  A wave of swordsmen, lead by a cleric had burst in on them.  Lysander had instantly dropped the glass of brandy he was drinking (quite a nice drop), and whirled his trident up to face the attackers.  The rest of the party formed up, and the attackers were soon repelled and fled.  Several of our heroes, including Lysander pursued, hoping try and stop the cleric leader. 

 

Charging headlong after anybody really isn't Lysander's style, and he didn't feel right about it now.  But, they had easily countered the cleric and bested the swordsmen, so he supressed the pang of doubt and tried to press the advantage. 

 

However it appears they may have been lead into a trap.  Before long another wave of swordsmen had fell upon the group, and a disorganised melee had erupted.  The party held their own long enough for the trailing members to catch up and join the fray, and things seemed to be going well, considering.

 

Specifically, Lysander had managed to inflict a vicious puncture to the abdomen of the swordsman he faced, and had turned to face a second.  He struck down this new opponent and then, clutching his side, the first had also fallen - his wound overcoming him.

 

And that's when it happened. Things were happening too fast, and something didn't feel right.  Suddenly time felt as viscous as molasses and Lysander felt his eyes begin to move to the right.  His head gradually began to turn as well and somewhere in amongst the clamour of battle a soft, out-of-place crackling could be heard.  Finally his body began to turn to the right as well, and his sight panned over the chaos of the skirmish: Dwervyn charging down the hallway toward the melee; Kazandra desperately blocking a slash with her shield, the Guru smashing his weapon into the groin of an off balance swordsman. A bright flash in his periphery, his head still turning, painstakingly slowly. 

 

And even as it comes into view, it doesn't register as danger right away.  It takes a moment, even within full, fearful effect in view now - speeding toward him, before Lysasnder thinks to move out of the way. 

 

He lunges left, or at least tries to.  He can have only moved mere inches before the stroke of lightening rips through him.  Out before he hits the floor, his body crumples, seemingly lifeless...