[IC] Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

[Samara]

Lapis shivered on the floor, watching the rest of her new team take out the rest of the villains. Her knife gradually slipped out of her hand as her body went slack, and the clang as it dropped to the floor startled her. She glanced around quickly to see if anyone had noticed and briefly met Dal's eyes before he turned back to his opponent, the remaining assassin. She could see his mouth moving, but his words didn't reach her.

She turned instead to try to find Arthur. She knew he was armed, but still worried that he had not survived the fight. Spotting him not far from Dal, she was shocked to see blood dripping from his blade, a dead man at his feet. Of course she knew that he carried a blade, but up until now she had never seen a hint of violence in the man. It made her wonder what else she didn't know about him.

Regardless, he was still the person she knew best in this tavern, so she gathered herself, steeled her expression, and made her way out from under the table to his side. The shaking in her limbs forced her to half-crawl, half-stumble, and her progress was slow. The fight continued around her. Lapis hardly noticed, her focus solely on reaching the familiarity of a known face.

[Cyrania]

Arthur

Arthur wiped the blood off his sword. Then he looked around and noticed that all but one of their foes were gone. Good, only one more to slay. He went to raise his sword, then stopped. "...Lapis?" He lowered his blade back down then knelt by her. "Lapis, are you alright?" She didn't seem injuried, but certain injuries were never obvious. Yet she was shaking...He extended out a hand towards her.

[Fetzen]

Fyr

There were a few too many things going on simultaneously for Fyr to keep track off, but the one thing he was pretty aware of was that one hostile individual, probably the leader of this whole attack, was still standing. Having decided not to throw the spear but to stab the other person with it in his last attack, Fyr still had it available for launch now.

Attack roll

Fetzen Request: [1d20] Roll: [7] Result: 7

His estimate got the unknown weapon's properties completely wrong through. Without having trained with this particular weapon yet, Fyr only managed a trajectory quite different from the one he had actually intended. The spear flew right past the enemy's body and buried itself firmly in the wall behind him.

Great! Could anything else go wrong right now that both his axe and the spear were located somewhere there ?

[Cyrania]

The Leader

With his last man down, the Leader looked around and noticed that he was alone. Surrounded by four, perhaps five, key fighters. He gripped the axe tighter, then swiped with it on Arthur.

Attack Roll, Fail

Roll = 1d20 + 1 = 3, Failure

Only for Arthur to manage to duck down. Then he lunged over the table Lapis was hidden under.

Flight Roll, Critical Success

Roll = 1d20 = 20, Critical Success

And slid across it, ducked past Dalious, and bolted his way towards the tavern entrance.

[Sol Grim]

It felt like slow motion to Dalious, the leader being alone and running for an escape. It was an easy target to say the least. He quickly and with ease loaded another bolt into his crossbow and aimed with a smirk.

"I got him,"he calmly said, locking eyes with Lapis in the process. She seemed panicked, so he gave her a wink. "Watch this, love."

fail

1d20-1=3

He fired the crossbow and missed entirely, not even coming close. The bolt hit the ceiling.

"...shit."

[Samara]

As Lapis made her slow, traumatized way toward Arthur, she heard Dal speak and met his cocky gaze. His arrogance was nearly enough to bring her out of her stupor, but what really did it was the way his arrow whizzed past the leader and stuck fast into the ceiling. A startled, hysterical laugh bubbled out of her and she doubled over where she stood, bracing a hand out on the floor to steady herself. By complete chance, the leader stumbled over her outstretched arm and slowed, just a little, in his escape. Lapis didn't even notice. She had dissolved into a sort of half-laugh, half-sob, and she wondered idly if she was really having a mental breakdown.

[Fetzen]

Axe ? Gone!
Spear ? Gone!
Fists ? Out of range!

Yet there was something both still available and in range: debris!

As the bandit leader sought his way out of the now quite demolished main hall, Fyr's family heirloom firmly in the bastard's hands, he probably hardly witnessed how Fyr pressed one of the larger parts of a splintered table into service as a makeshift projectile.

Attack roll (fail)

Fetzen Request: [1d20-2] Roll: [12] Result: 10

Only when the wooden object was stopped dead in its trajectory by the doorframe it firmly got wedged into, the man hastily took a look over his shoulder and then hurried onwards. Fyr rushed after him quickly, but had to dislodge the part in question again first in order to make room for his overly large (though still malnourished!) body. It consumed enough of a timespan so when Fyr was finally done and able to take a look outside, the hostile was gone.

In his mind, Fyr could not even start to describe the magnitude of this failure. What would his family say once he was back home ? All he had left now was his shield! He needed something new, but how to pay for it ? He still owned some coin to Lapis in the first place...