Acqua Alta Finale Main Post #60
This is the sixtieth Acqua Alta Finale main post. Players' posts in either thread are due by 11 pm, Saturday, October 6th. The next OOC main post will appear by 11 am, Monday, October 8th.
To Rogur's right, a column of smoke rises up at a windblown angle to meet the cloudy sky. A wide beam of sunlight shines through it, crossing Rogur's path with briefly dazzling brightness. It makes the room he steps into nearly dark, but, blinking away the afterimages, he perceives what he needs to.
Next to Zephyr, Polon mumbles a spell awkwardly, and shoots a bolt from his hands resembling those Konstansz has hurled to great effect. He lacks Konstansz's aim, though, and nearly receives a knife in his gut for his trouble, as well. It's only after he's jumped back around the corner that he hears the sound of hurried footsteps approaching from nearby.
"Zephyr," he says worriedly, "I think there are others coming."
Acqua Alta Finale Main Post #61
This is the sixty-first Acqua Alta Finale main post. Players' posts in either thread are due by 11 pm, Tuesday, October 9th. The next main post will appear by 11 pm, Thursday, October 11th.
Dashing out in front of Yrisz, Konstansz hopes to catch up with the fray, but her footing betrays her. Fortunately, she slips forward, not to the side, and simply falls to her hands and knees on the slippery wood.
The second fight between Zephyr and his foe proceeds in a much different fashion. In their first confrontation, the man had Zephyr from behind. Face to face, he is no match. Zephyr appears nearly impervious to his threatening strikes, and bludgeons him steadily, using the side of his pick like a mace.
Heedless of his own safety, Polon startles the two combatants by leaning between them. He stretches his arm out so that his open palm is nearly touching the enemy's nose. The man's eyes widen and he stabs down the length of Polon's forearm with his blade, but the apprentice's aim is not deterred. Polon speaks the words of a curse.
For a second or so, the man's head is wreathed in pulsating shadow. It dissipates and the man falls to his knees, then collapses completely, his eyes rolled up and his tongue hanging loose outside his mouth.
Acqua Alta Finale Main Post #65
This is the sixty-fifth Acqua Alta Finale main post. Players' posts in either thread are due by 11 pm, Tuesday, October 23rd. The next main post will appear by 11 pm, Thursday, October 25th.
A woman with a crossbow steps into the doorway, and scans the room. She doesn't have enough time to even acknowledge the party's presence, when she's felled by Rogur's slingshot. It hits her squarely in the forehead, and down she goes.
Rogur quickly drops another bullet in his cup and waits for a second intruder. There is some shuffling as the party begins to cautiously file into the room. Zephyr heads close to the southern door.
"You've gone through a fair number of my boys and girls to get this far, but you're not done yet; isn't that right?" A voice calls out from behind the southern wall of the room, interrupting any reply from Noxias or Konstansz to Yrisz's question. With the flimsy construction, it sounds like the speaker is talking face-to-face with Zephyr. Even though you can't see him, everyone but Zephyr and Polon recognizes it as belonging to the large, red-haired man in the mail coat. "When I think of what might have befallen them, here in their own dwelling, why, it makes me want to be a poor host, and I still have some guests left who are beholden to my hospitality."