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Rats in the Streets of Cabarda Round 4
As Ersuns enchanted sword fells the wererat, Jabbar's eyes rise up at the hovering Vulkyrie with an expression as telling as the great scar across his cheek, neck and shoulder. This was not the first time he was struck by a Vulkyrie javelin, but it may well be the last. The old smuggler grits his teeth together in great anger and terrible pain as he struggles to rise from the mud in a pool of his own blood.
His sword slips from his fingers as he rolls up onto one knee; his right arm now limp and unresponsive. Jabbar grimaces, all at once weakened, disarmed and off balance. Yet somehow he summons the strength to shout through the storm. "CURSE YOU VULKYRIE! HAVE YOU NO SOUL?!"
The Vulkyrie does not respond. It simply readies its last javelin as its other hand reaches for its horn. Jabbar fixates his stare on its black eyes with pure dread. Both at once disturbed and mesmerized by how eerily they reflected any available light flashing through the rattling shutters and swaying lanterns of nearby buildings. Jabbar knows the Vulkyrie can hear him, (as well as Burrai and Ersun) and yet had no more sympathy for them than an owl towards its next meal.
Jabbar exhales a deep breath as anger gave way to despair. There was no pleading with the Vulkyrie. No way to rationalize anything past its discipline and the hunter/prey mentality of its Vul brain. Not so long as it had the luxury of arrogant pride, aloof detachment and relative safety of flight in the very least.
Jabbar's eyes close with the anguish of finality, anticipating the sound of the horn that will summon the rest of its kind upon them. This was not how it was meant to end! This was not justice! The Vulkyrie had no right to interfere! Such malevolence, callous indifference and willful disregard for true heroism, sacrifice and right action was a sin against everything good and just. There was only one thing left he could do.
-Whispers- "Great lord Ishvar, seer of all outcomes, wisest of all gods. Hear my prayer and take my life for the sake of my friends! Strike down this murderous Vulkyrie so the others can go on and continue to serve the good people of this land."
Suddenly within the storm a bright light flashes through the dark clouds as a bolt of lightning reaches out to touch the javelin readied in the Vulkyrie's grip. The winged monster shrieks its last as its flesh cooks and its feathers burst into flame; falling in a ruined, smoking heap upon the muddied street.
Jabbar's final expression is a happy one as he topples over for the last time.
<End of Round 4> <End of Combat>
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Bleeding Damage ( * )
Fire Damage ( # )
Cold Damage ( @ )
Spell Damage ( ^ )
Spell Healing ( ^ )
Poison Damage ( ! )
The order of initiative was:
(23) Stranger/Wererat (-3! Con)(-14)(-13)(-16^)(-15^)(Deceased)
(20) Aletia (-9)
(18) Ren
(17) Rhats
- Rhat 1(Prone)(-1)(Blinded)
- Rhat 2 (-19^)(Incapacitated)
(5) Burrai (-1)
(4) Ersun
(2) Jabbar (-22)(Right Arm Disabled; Serious Damage, -3 Str)(Deceased)
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<End of Scene>
As Ersuns enchanted sword fells the wererat, Jabbar's eyes rise up at the hovering Vulkyrie with an expression as telling as the great scar across his cheek, neck and shoulder. This was not the first time he was struck by a Vulkyrie javelin, but it may well be the last. The old smuggler grits his teeth together in great anger and terrible pain as he struggles to rise from the mud in a pool of his own blood.
His sword slips from his fingers as he rolls up onto one knee; his right arm now limp and unresponsive. Jabbar grimaces, all at once weakened, disarmed and off balance. Yet somehow he summons the strength to shout through the storm. "CURSE YOU VULKYRIE! HAVE YOU NO SOUL?!"
The Vulkyrie does not respond. It simply readies its last javelin as its other hand reaches for its horn. Jabbar fixates his stare on its black eyes with pure dread. Both at once disturbed and mesmerized by how eerily they reflected any available light flashing through the rattling shutters and swaying lanterns of nearby buildings. Jabbar knows the Vulkyrie can hear him, (as well as Burrai and Ersun) and yet had no more sympathy for them than an owl towards its next meal.
Jabbar exhales a deep breath as anger gave way to despair. There was no pleading with the Vulkyrie. No way to rationalize anything past its discipline and the hunter/prey mentality of its Vul brain. Not so long as it had the luxury of arrogant pride, aloof detachment and relative safety of flight in the very least.
Jabbar's eyes close with the anguish of finality, anticipating the sound of the horn that will summon the rest of its kind upon them. This was not how it was meant to end! This was not justice! The Vulkyrie had no right to interfere! Such malevolence, callous indifference and willful disregard for true heroism, sacrifice and right action was a sin against everything good and just. There was only one thing left he could do.
-Whispers- "Great lord Ishvar, seer of all outcomes, wisest of all gods. Hear my prayer and take my life for the sake of my friends! Strike down this murderous Vulkyrie so the others can go on and continue to serve the good people of this land."
Suddenly within the storm a bright light flashes through the dark clouds as a bolt of lightning reaches out to touch the javelin readied in the Vulkyrie's grip. The winged monster shrieks its last as its flesh cooks and its feathers burst into flame; falling in a ruined, smoking heap upon the muddied street.
Jabbar's final expression is a happy one as he topples over for the last time.
<End of Round 4> <End of Combat>
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Bleeding Damage ( * )
Fire Damage ( # )
Cold Damage ( @ )
Spell Damage ( ^ )
Spell Healing ( ^ )
Poison Damage ( ! )
The order of initiative was:
(23) Stranger/Wererat (-3! Con)(-14)(-13)(-16^)(-15^)(Deceased)
(20) Aletia (-9)
(18) Ren
(17) Rhats
- Rhat 1(Prone)(-1)(Blinded)
- Rhat 2 (-19^)(Incapacitated)
(5) Burrai (-1)
(4) Ersun
(2) Jabbar (-22)(Right Arm Disabled; Serious Damage, -3 Str)(Deceased)
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<End of Scene>
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Thanks to each of you for helping us to carry on. We still managed to make the best of it. I really look forward to the next scene, but first, we need to discuss what happens after Jabbar's death?
