Post by Sythe on Jan 15, 2005 22:50:01 GMT
Ic: With the dark of night around him, the slender figure in robes walked along the dark streets. the ciyt was unfamiliar to him, and so he wandered aimlessly along the streets, his current situation not bothering him too much. Watching a human in a Watch uniform lighting a street lanter, the Dark Elf sneered and headed away from the light.
The Elf took a right, then a left, then stopped suddenly. The small alley in which he had headed down stopped in a brick walled dead end. Shrugging at the inconvenience, the Elf turned around, but stopped suddenly again.
Two dark figures holding clubs stood at the entrance of the alleyway, swarthed in dark cloaks. The Dark Elf balled his fists in rage and frustration. Stupid humans, he needed to find a master, not a fight, damn them. Slowly, the figures sauntered forward, and began talking in their crude tongue.
"Well well, wot 'ave we got 'ere then Bert?"
"Looks like a pirssy lil'Elf in fancy clothing."
"Suppose those robes would catch a pretty penny, would they not?"
"Aye, that they would"
With that the men shot forward, thei clubs upraised. Ietheas brought his clentched fists forward and spread his legs. The two cloaked men had planned this well, for walking beasts, there were no windows or doors near by, and no other people either.
(Ooc: Combat time
Two generic Footpads(stats taken from Tyl)
M (3) WS (25) BS (34) S (2) T (2) W (7) I (50) A (1) Dex (43) Ld (24) Int (29) Cl (24) WP (43) Fel (43)
Skills: Silent Move Rural, Silent Move Urban, Strike to Stun
Trappings: Crossbow, 20 quarrels, club, mask, leather jack, Footpad One has a shield, d3GC, d10/-.
Combat order
Ieth
F1
F2
Round 1
Ieth attacks, hits, 5d to F2's left leg
F1 attacks, hits, 0d
F2 attacks, misses
Round 2
Ieth attacks, misses
F1 attacks, misses
F2 attacks, misses
Round 3
Ieth attacks, hits, 4d to F1's head
F1 attacks, misses
F2 attacks, hits, 3d to Ieth's body
Round 4
Ieth attacks, hits, (6 rolled for dmg, second WS check passed, 3 extra Dmg delt) 7d to F1's body (F1 is at -5W, 44 rolled on crit chart, his spine breaks, death is istantaneous)
F2 attacks, hits, 0d
Round 5
Ieth attacks, misses
F attacks, misses
Round 6
Ieth attacks, misses
F attacks, misses
Round 7
Ieth attacks, hits, 4d to F's body, (F is at -2W, 12 rolled on Crit chart, the blow smashes into his groin making him drop his club, he may do nothing for the next 4 rounds.
:00c)
Ic: With lightning speed, Ietheas shot forward just as the men reached him and launched his right fist forward. With a solid thump and a howl from the second Footpad, the Dark Elf's blow smashed into his left leg. Just as the Druchii was retracting his fist, the first Footpad slamme his club into him, but the blow skidded off his skin, doing nothing. the other Footpad followed up with an attack, but missed.
Taking a hop back, the Dark Elf high kicked at his foes, but the attack sailed harmlessly over thier heads. The attacks by the cloaked men ended in similar results.
Still moving with the force of his last high kick, the Druchii kep spinning on the spot and brough his other leg up. With a loud thump, his foot slammed into the head of the first Footpad, who's attack was thrown off by the blow. Jumping forward, the second Footpad smashed his club into the Elf's chest, knocking the wind from Ietheas and causing a sharp pain to jab through him.
Snarling, the Dark Elf faked left, then shot forward at the two men. His hand flat and locked, the Elf's arm shot forward at the first Footpad. With a loud crack, the attack slammed into the Footpad's stomach with enough force to move push deeper. As he brought his hand back, the Dark Elf watched the man flop over like a rag doll. Letting out a scream of rage, the remianing Footpad attacked with his club, but the blow did nothing.
Stepping back, the Dark Elf high kicked again, but missed, as did the Footpad with his club.
The next attack came to the same results for both parties.
Growing tired of this, Ietheas stepped forward quickly and slammed his knee up. With a strangled yelp from the footpad, the kneecap of the elf jammed into the man's crotch, making him drop his club. ietheas calmly stepped back, and watched the man fall to the ground and curl up into a ball.
The Druchii smiled and opened his mouth to taunt the downed man before killing him. However, upon beginning to speak, another pain shot through his chest. Apparently the attack upon his chest had done more damage then he had thought. His face twisted with rage, the stared at the Footpad. His insolence, he should snap his neck right now, crush his - no, wait. An evil smile spread across the Sorcerer's Apprentice as he looked down on the pitiful figure. He had a much better use for the man.
bringing his right hand up, the Dark Elf spread his fingers so hit palm faced the man. Quickly, the Elf began to chant under his breath. Ietheas felt the surge of power as the runes tattoed all over his body began to glow with a dark light. Suddenly with a strange Zot noise, the spell went off. A black beam with a dark purple aura shot from the Druchii's palm and hit the man. (WP test failed, 2 wounds lost, Ietheas regains 2 wounds). The man let out a strangle cry as a bit of his energy was ripped from his body and funneled back to the Elf. With satisfaction, the Sorcerer's Apprentice felt the pain in his chest lessen greatly.
(The Footpad is at -2W, 31 on Crit chart rolled, nothing happends.)
With a bit of a start, Ietheas watched as the Footpad still jerked and sobbed after being hit by the spell. Shrugging, the Druchii brought his hand back up and aimed it at the man, chanting once more. Another beam lanced out and struck the man, his strangled cry quieter then before. (WP test failed, 3 wounds losts, Ietheas regains 1 wounds). The Dark Elf let out a sigh as the last of the lingering pain of the wound on his chest dissapeared into nothingness.
(The Footpad is at -3W, 42 rolled on Crit chart, his heart ruptures in his chest, he dies almost instantly)
Watching the man jekr once more, then lie still, Ietheas grinned maniacly. The Elf went to leave, but looked at the two bodies. As crude at their trappings were, the Druchii was light on coin. turning back around, the Elf went and began to plunder the two bodies.
From the bodies, the Dark Elf took the two crossbows, the forty quarrels, the leather jacks, and the shield from the body who's spine was broken. He also retrieved two of the gold coins the humans used, and fifteen of the smaller silver ones. Standing, the Dark Elf grinned and left the two bodies to rot.
They may have impeded his search for a master, but the two idiots would deffinatly help line his purse.
Thank Tzeench for the moronic ones
The Elf took a right, then a left, then stopped suddenly. The small alley in which he had headed down stopped in a brick walled dead end. Shrugging at the inconvenience, the Elf turned around, but stopped suddenly again.
Two dark figures holding clubs stood at the entrance of the alleyway, swarthed in dark cloaks. The Dark Elf balled his fists in rage and frustration. Stupid humans, he needed to find a master, not a fight, damn them. Slowly, the figures sauntered forward, and began talking in their crude tongue.
"Well well, wot 'ave we got 'ere then Bert?"
"Looks like a pirssy lil'Elf in fancy clothing."
"Suppose those robes would catch a pretty penny, would they not?"
"Aye, that they would"
With that the men shot forward, thei clubs upraised. Ietheas brought his clentched fists forward and spread his legs. The two cloaked men had planned this well, for walking beasts, there were no windows or doors near by, and no other people either.
(Ooc: Combat time
Two generic Footpads(stats taken from Tyl)
M (3) WS (25) BS (34) S (2) T (2) W (7) I (50) A (1) Dex (43) Ld (24) Int (29) Cl (24) WP (43) Fel (43)
Skills: Silent Move Rural, Silent Move Urban, Strike to Stun
Trappings: Crossbow, 20 quarrels, club, mask, leather jack, Footpad One has a shield, d3GC, d10/-.
Combat order
Ieth
F1
F2
Round 1
Ieth attacks, hits, 5d to F2's left leg
F1 attacks, hits, 0d
F2 attacks, misses
Round 2
Ieth attacks, misses
F1 attacks, misses
F2 attacks, misses
Round 3
Ieth attacks, hits, 4d to F1's head
F1 attacks, misses
F2 attacks, hits, 3d to Ieth's body
Round 4
Ieth attacks, hits, (6 rolled for dmg, second WS check passed, 3 extra Dmg delt) 7d to F1's body (F1 is at -5W, 44 rolled on crit chart, his spine breaks, death is istantaneous)
F2 attacks, hits, 0d
Round 5
Ieth attacks, misses
F attacks, misses
Round 6
Ieth attacks, misses
F attacks, misses
Round 7
Ieth attacks, hits, 4d to F's body, (F is at -2W, 12 rolled on Crit chart, the blow smashes into his groin making him drop his club, he may do nothing for the next 4 rounds.
:00c)
Ic: With lightning speed, Ietheas shot forward just as the men reached him and launched his right fist forward. With a solid thump and a howl from the second Footpad, the Dark Elf's blow smashed into his left leg. Just as the Druchii was retracting his fist, the first Footpad slamme his club into him, but the blow skidded off his skin, doing nothing. the other Footpad followed up with an attack, but missed.
Taking a hop back, the Dark Elf high kicked at his foes, but the attack sailed harmlessly over thier heads. The attacks by the cloaked men ended in similar results.
Still moving with the force of his last high kick, the Druchii kep spinning on the spot and brough his other leg up. With a loud thump, his foot slammed into the head of the first Footpad, who's attack was thrown off by the blow. Jumping forward, the second Footpad smashed his club into the Elf's chest, knocking the wind from Ietheas and causing a sharp pain to jab through him.
Snarling, the Dark Elf faked left, then shot forward at the two men. His hand flat and locked, the Elf's arm shot forward at the first Footpad. With a loud crack, the attack slammed into the Footpad's stomach with enough force to move push deeper. As he brought his hand back, the Dark Elf watched the man flop over like a rag doll. Letting out a scream of rage, the remianing Footpad attacked with his club, but the blow did nothing.
Stepping back, the Dark Elf high kicked again, but missed, as did the Footpad with his club.
The next attack came to the same results for both parties.
Growing tired of this, Ietheas stepped forward quickly and slammed his knee up. With a strangled yelp from the footpad, the kneecap of the elf jammed into the man's crotch, making him drop his club. ietheas calmly stepped back, and watched the man fall to the ground and curl up into a ball.
The Druchii smiled and opened his mouth to taunt the downed man before killing him. However, upon beginning to speak, another pain shot through his chest. Apparently the attack upon his chest had done more damage then he had thought. His face twisted with rage, the stared at the Footpad. His insolence, he should snap his neck right now, crush his - no, wait. An evil smile spread across the Sorcerer's Apprentice as he looked down on the pitiful figure. He had a much better use for the man.
bringing his right hand up, the Dark Elf spread his fingers so hit palm faced the man. Quickly, the Elf began to chant under his breath. Ietheas felt the surge of power as the runes tattoed all over his body began to glow with a dark light. Suddenly with a strange Zot noise, the spell went off. A black beam with a dark purple aura shot from the Druchii's palm and hit the man. (WP test failed, 2 wounds lost, Ietheas regains 2 wounds). The man let out a strangle cry as a bit of his energy was ripped from his body and funneled back to the Elf. With satisfaction, the Sorcerer's Apprentice felt the pain in his chest lessen greatly.
(The Footpad is at -2W, 31 on Crit chart rolled, nothing happends.)
With a bit of a start, Ietheas watched as the Footpad still jerked and sobbed after being hit by the spell. Shrugging, the Druchii brought his hand back up and aimed it at the man, chanting once more. Another beam lanced out and struck the man, his strangled cry quieter then before. (WP test failed, 3 wounds losts, Ietheas regains 1 wounds). The Dark Elf let out a sigh as the last of the lingering pain of the wound on his chest dissapeared into nothingness.
(The Footpad is at -3W, 42 rolled on Crit chart, his heart ruptures in his chest, he dies almost instantly)
Watching the man jekr once more, then lie still, Ietheas grinned maniacly. The Elf went to leave, but looked at the two bodies. As crude at their trappings were, the Druchii was light on coin. turning back around, the Elf went and began to plunder the two bodies.
From the bodies, the Dark Elf took the two crossbows, the forty quarrels, the leather jacks, and the shield from the body who's spine was broken. He also retrieved two of the gold coins the humans used, and fifteen of the smaller silver ones. Standing, the Dark Elf grinned and left the two bodies to rot.
They may have impeded his search for a master, but the two idiots would deffinatly help line his purse.
Thank Tzeench for the moronic ones
