Acqua Alta Finale Main Post #37
This is the thirty-seventh Acqua Alta Finale main post. Players' posts in either thread are due by 11 pm, Tuesday, July 10th. The next main post will appear by 11 pm, Thursday, July 12th.
As Noxias and Yrisz deliver their replies, Konstansz and Rogur are looking ready to deliver their attacks. The speaker claps his arm briefly around the shoulder of the other man and whispers a few words into his ear. The grim-faced man doesn't reply, but takes aim and fires his crossbow before Noxias can finish his spell. His quarrel shoots down from the ramshackle tower in a straight line; the target is Yrisz.
The quarrel is deflected by her mail coat, but even as the miss registers, the man has cocked the one in his hand. The move is made with blinding speed, and the second shot tears a handful of links from her armor. His second reload takes a little longer, as he needs to fish out more quarrels, but with his overhand crank, he can load and cock the bolt at the same time. A moment later, he is already adjusting his aim for a third shot.
The speaker follows suit a moment later. His crossbow bolt splinters apart painfully when it hits Yrisz's armor. Without manually reloading, he simply pulls a lever on his crossbow, and another quarrel is in position, ready to be fired.
A guard shows up at the corner of the northwestern tower, burning torch in hand. She hurls it into the midst of the debris, causing small flock of alarmed creatures to take to the air. Some of them are a little too late, as mere seconds later, the pile violently erupts, and a cloud of fiery garbage rains down on Noxias and Rogur. Amazingly, none of it lands on them or their boat, but they find themselves in the middle of a mass of burning refuse.
Acqua Alta Finale Main Post #45
This is the forty-fifth Acqua Alta Finale main post. Players' posts in either thread are due by 11 pm, Tuesday, August 14th. The next main post will appear by 11 pm, Thursday, August 16th.
The crossbowmen are devastatingly effective, but there are only three of them. Among the four of you, Rogur is spared their aim. He uses this opportunity to tie the boats together and has his coracle tow the other one. Slowly -- the coracles are flimsy craft that were not meant for such maneuvers -- he leads the party towards the northeastern building.
Noxias, mostly recovered from his wounds thanks to Yrisz's prayers, leaps to his feat and pushes his way inside. The interior is lit with natural light from gaps in the poorly-constructed plank walls, as well as by a row of rushlights mounted on a wooden block affixed to the southern wall. Two crude doors lead from the room, one to the north, and one to the east. There are scattered bits of rubbish here, including a wrought iron tripod tipped on its side in a corner.
Virtually at the same time that Noxias enters the room, the far door is flung open by a powerful kick. A hulking reptilian humanoid wearing a coat of paneled leather regards Noxias from a corridor just beyond the room. It grips a rusty length of chain with both hands, one of the ends leading into a vicious complex of spikes. The mouth on its scaled snout is drawn up into a malevolent rictus.
Acqua Alta Finale Main Post #46
This is the forty-sixth Acqua Alta Finale main post. Players' posts in either thread are due by 11 pm, Saturday, August 18th. The next OOC main post will appear by 11 am, Monday, August 20th.
The creature snarls as it is momentarily engulfed in fire, and pauses at the threshold. Rogur takes advantage of this to rush into the room, drawing his sword as he does so. Although Noxias is not as familiar with what they're facing, Rogur and Yrisz recognize it as a dragonborn, a striking one at that, with blue-white scales and red eyes like hot coals.
Rogur does not expect his opponent to resume its advance so soon, and finds his blow narrowly deflected as the dragonborn simply shoulders its way past him. Walking towards the center of the room, it begins swinging its chain around in a wide circle. Rogur ducks under the chain's arc easily, this time.
Outside, the crossbowman on the northwestern tower is still sending quarrels at the boats, but the other two have retreated from the edge of the central structure. It would not take a great leap of imagination to suppose that they intend to confront the party elsewhere within the compound.
Acqua Alta Finale Main Post #47
This is the forty-seventh Acqua Alta Finale main post. Players' posts in either thread are due by 11 pm, Tuesday, August 21st. The next main post will appear by 11 pm, Thursday, August 23rd.
Fear flashes over the guard's face as Zephyr gets to his feet. However, a quick calculation convinces him that his unarmed opponent can be easily subdued again. Gripping his club firmly, he meets Zephyr's charge and swings. Zephyr crouches low and sidesteps. The club hurtles downwards, connecting with nothing. Zephyr then wraps his arms about the guard's waste and heaves, pushing him backwards across the other captive, whose outstretched leg trips the guard, sending him to the floor on his back.
Acqua Alta Finale Main Post #48
This is the forty-eighth Acqua Alta Finale main post. Players' posts in either thread are due by 11 pm, Saturday, August 25th. The next OOC main post will appear by 11 am, Monday, August 27th.
Zephyr casts about, looking for something to use. The room is depressingly barren, though, and there is not much time.
The guard scrambles to his feet and tries to land an upswing blow across the side of Zephyr's head, but Zephyr turns his shoulder in time to block it. Better a bruise there than on his temple.
With no weapon forthcoming, Zephyr tries to recall the eldritch power that has come to him since his return from Faerie. Summoning it forth seems easier each time. The surging flames from his body envelope the surprised guard, who collapses in shock.