A loud crash caught Yafira's attention. The orc burst out of a cell further down the hall. She turned to the sounds of fighting and saw four humanoids facing off against what looked like a walking corpse. If I help them, maybe they will help me get out, she thought. She'd ask questions later.
She reached her hand through the bars, took a steadying breath, and recalled the one cantrip she could cast without her components. The black humanoid fell, giving Yafira a clear shot at the corpse. (Ray of Frost)
Yafira's motions mimicked Zinnia's, and a similar ray of frost flew from her fingertips, only her aim was more true. The ray lanced across the room and hit the first creature. It recoiled as frost spread over his whole body, his movements slowing to a crawl. He slumped, but did not fall, continuing at the Dragonborn.
It raised its arm, bringing it down on the Dragonborn. Though it was slow, it managed to score a solid hit on the Drabonborn's side. The hit was solid, but not enough to put the Dragonborn down.
The other creature continued it's campaign against the man who'd kicked it senseless. The monk attempted to dodge, but the creature managed to land a savage blow against his side, slamming him up against the bars of the cell. His head cracked wickedly against the bars, and while he managed to stay conscious, it was only barely.
Desperate, the monk lashed out with the palms of both hands, hitting the creature in the face swiftly and powerfully. The first hit snapped the creature's head back so hard it broke its neck, the second hit ripped the thing's head off its body and sent it soaring through the open door. The monk slumped against the bars of the cell behind him, very nearly out of this fight. For good.
Yoru aimed for a kick behind to creature's knees to bring it down and swung her sword around the creature's shoulder height, estimating his height when on its knees as she aims for its neck again, hoping it would cut it off cleanly this time.
(Technically, you can either do the kick or the sword, so I'm going to go with sword.)
With a cry of rage, Yoru brought her sword around the frozen creature's neck once more, this time the blade slicing clean through, the thing's head rolling across the floor as the body slumped further slightly, then was held up due to the ice holding it together. Its body now standing awkwardly in the middle of the isle.
(Currently, there is one very injured man with a head wound, Luce is at 8 health, and the rest are unharmed. Zinnia is down a spell slot for Magic Missiles, and Luce's sword is now a makeshift dagger.)
You all stand around for a moment, waiting for more of these things to come through the door, but to your ultimate relief, you hear nothing but your own heavy breathing. The man slumps to the ground, his injuries beginning to overwhelm his discipline. Now that the adrenaline has worn off, he curls himself back into a ball and begins to chant something softly, as if trying to ward off his fears.
At this point, you are out of combat. You can role play to your hearts content, but anything you do that would have an affect, such as opening a door or looking somewhere or trying something that has a chance to fail, you'll have to wait for me.
The man rested his head against the bars, and said "I have had better days, though I have also had worse. I will need to rest before I am well enough to do anything like that again. We should have some time, at least. There are never more than three that come in here, so I do not know when they will be missed."
Luce does not need anyone to prop her against a wall. She's still standing--and she can still fight--though she's clearly wounded. So she waves off any assistance from the human woman. "If you're not a healer, don't bother. Is anyone here a healer? And where are those keys I gave you? Let's get the rest of this crew out."
She pauses to stare down at what's left of her sword--a mere jagged dagger now. She tucks that into her belt, opting for the iron bar club she had stowed away there earlier. She picks up the other iron bar club for good measure. That will be her weapon for now: one iron bar club and her shield.
Meanwhile, if no one can bandage her up or heal her, it's time to get into that damned armor. She starts the long process of donning chain mail.
The man, who will soon be introducing himself because he doesn't like being referred to as "The Man", points to the chest, "If you get my pack, there should be some medical kits in there still. I am sure whoever put us here has not taken it."
Luce gathers her own equipment and adjusts her weapons. (She has the jagged-dagger-sword, two iron bar clubs, her shield and her crossbow. She'll be using a club and shield for the time being.) When she has everything, she stands near the human male and stares down at him. Hopefully he knows what to do with the healing packets.
Raveneye: Whoa. Forgot to check in recently.
Jan 29, 2019 9:10:58 GMT -6
beesauce: the ones that paralyze. i had an accident. Sprained neck, pinched nerve. Lost feeling in my legs. Nightmare's IRL
Dec 10, 2018 14:39:07 GMT -6
bilance: Nice to hear from you again bee. what kind of rabbit holes have you been jumping in
Dec 10, 2018 2:04:28 GMT -6
beesauce: dead alive bilance
Dec 10, 2018 0:06:35 GMT -6
bilance: hello anyone still here?
Dec 9, 2018 23:14:28 GMT -6
beesauce: Raveneye. I was banned permanently from Writersbeat.com. Online Literature is not a great site for communication, in the same way Writersbeat was dying and now upgraded, looks great. Now that I'm banned it can go back to being annoying w/same ol'toxins/sry
Nov 21, 2018 13:01:00 GMT -6
beesauce: funny glassy. how my phone actually started ringing. i guess if you answer unknown numbers and call back you can get spammers -- should be illegal phone virus harassment. be careful who you call back, what a weird world
Jul 28, 2018 21:17:31 GMT -6
bilance: activation of activeness in new activity activate!
Jul 23, 2018 8:17:21 GMT -6
beesauce: errors and chaos always came first
Jul 17, 2018 20:57:38 GMT -6
Tglassy: I don't write much poetry, but I wrote one a few weeks back that was very close to my heart, and I found that I actually enjoy it. It helped that I wasn't trying to stick to close to any rules this time, and was just writing the lines as they felt right.
Jul 17, 2018 20:16:08 GMT -6