Dead Men at the Tollhouse - Round 2

[Eclecticon]

Situation: The Fellowship has disturbed three wights' siege of the tollhouse buildings.

Combat Advantage dice:
• Hathcyn 2/2

Situation Modifiers:
• The companions have the initiative.

Physical Modifiers (complications):
• The canal between the Elven Quarter and the tollhouse allows any number of characters to fight in Rearward stance until the wights are able to cross the bridge. 

PC/NPC

PARRY

ARMOUR

HOPE

END

STANCE

STATUS

Arbogast Esgalwen Hathcyn Laeral

• 6 ( +3) • 9 • 7 • 8

• 2d ( +3) • 1d ( n/a) • 2d ( n/a) • 3d ( n/a)

• 13/16 • 11/14 • 7/13 • 10/12

• 26/26 • 7/27 • 29/29 • 28/28

Open Forward Defensive Rearward

normal weary normal normal

ENEMY		PARRY		ARMOUR		HATE		END		NOTES
Root arm Missing jaw Rusted helm		• 7 • 7 • 7		• 4d • 4d • 4d		• 7/8 • 7/8 • 7/8		• 20/54 • 0/54 • 0/54		DEAD DEAD

STANCES

Forward - action order 1 Close combat TN 6+ parry Forward Maneuvers

Open - action order 2 Close combat TN 9+ parry Open Maneuvers

Defensive - action order 3 Close combat TN 12+ parry Defensive Maneuvers

Rearward - action order 4 Ranged combat TN 12+ parry Must be 2 other PC's in Close Combat; May not use if outnumbered 2:1 Rearward Maneuvers

From any Stance Escape combat Must start in Rearward or roll TN 10 + highest attribute level of opponents Athletics roll. On success, may safely flee from the scene of combat

[Telcontar]

Hathcyn wielding the spear two handed uses the shaft to parry the flurry of blows. He gives ground to keep the creature of bone and much away from his person. The violence of the attack leaves little room and he doubts the creature will tire like a living man. He must out fight the creature with skill or speed. Swiftly he dodges and thrusts again with his keen spear.

Rolled 1d12 : 12, total 12

Rolled 3d6 : 4, 3, 6, total 13

[tomcat]

Nimronyn swung once more in an attempt to behead the dead thing, hopefully rendering it lifeless once more.
Same stance - Esgalwen attacks
TN 13 longsword 4d

1d12 : 8, total 8
Rolled 4d6 : 6, 4, 6, 1, total 17

11  edge: 8   injury: 18

[tomcat]

RESULTS

Esgalwen hits with a 25 success for 17 loss and a TN 18 piercing blow.

The wight's test:
TN 18 4d

1d12 : 6, total 6
Rolled 4d6 : 4, 4, 3, 3, total 14

[Eclecticon]

And that's a 14 hit from Hathcyn, plus a penetrating injury.  Let's see how the wight fares:

Protection roll

1d12 : 1, total 1
Rolled 4d6 : 1, 2, 2, 1, total 6

[Eclecticon]

    I'm not sure what's up with the die roller lately - it seems like it's decided it owes you guys something! 

Tom, would you like to tell us how you slay the wight?

[Eclecticon]

Arbogast repositions swiftly, lending shield and blade to Hathcyn's efforts.  He hacks at the mud-wight, landing cunning blows that would prove the end of an orc or Man, but which do little against the dead. 

Across the canal, Laeral looses an arrow at the root-armed wight as Esgalwen's blade lodges for a second time in sodden wood and old bone. 


I won't roll for Arbogast this round, as he would've gone to assist Hathcyn if we were more strict about the regular initiative order and that's now taken care of. 

Laeral is another matter:

1d12 : 5, total 5
Rolled 3d6 : 2, 1, 6, total 9

[Eclecticon]

Attack roll for the sole remaining wight:

1d12 : 4, total 4
Rolled 3d6 : 5, 6, 3, total 14

[Eclecticon]

Try as she might, the Elven wanderer cannot find a clear shot as woman and wight grapple desperately in the moonlight.  Once again, Esgalwen finds grave-cold hands at her throat, and this time she cannot escape swiftly enough.  The wight's mud-and-bone hands close with brutal force, choking off air and lifeblood alike.  In mere seconds, Esgalwen's vision begins to dim, and the world seems to resound with the tolling of a great and deep bell, receding further and further into the distance. 


That's a miss for Laeral (who will probably shift tactics soon), but a savage hit for the wight!  15 thanks to its doubled attribute level due to fighting in the dark.

[Telcontar]

The leaf like blade of the spear found its mark in the Wight. So concentrated on chocking the life from Hathcyn it paid little attention to its own defenses. The spear made a squishing sound as it passed by blood and muck, but like cutting a string on a puppet the spear had found its mark. The limbs of the wight went limp. The mire and filth oozed off of the bones as it lost its shape and fell to a pile of bank slime and old bone.