An Ambush on Bridge Street - Round 2

[Eclecticon]

Situation: An ambush has been ineptly sprung on the Fellowship as they escort the decoy casket to Laketown's town hall.

Combat Advantage dice:
• Arbogast 0/1
• Esgalwen 0/0
• Grimbeorn 0/1
• Hathcyn 0/0

Situation Modifiers:
• The companions have the initiative. 

Physical Modifiers (complications):
• Characters attempting to engage the bowman in melee must accumulate three Athletics successes (great successes count as two, Extraordinary successes count as three)

PC/NPC

PARRY

ARMOUR

HOPE

END

STANCE

STATUS

Arbogast Esgalwen Grimbeorn Hathcyn

• 6 ( +3) • 6 • 4 ( +4) • 7

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

• 13/16 • 11/14 • 7/12 • 8/13

• 26/26 • 27/27 • 27/31 • 14/29

Defensive Rearward Defensive Defensive

normal normal normal normal

ENEMY		PARRY		ARMOUR		HATE		END		NOTES
Bowman Swordsman Unarmed youth Viglunding Spearman Dorwinish		• 4 • 5 • 6 • 5 • 5 • 5		• 1d • 3d • 0d • 3d • 3d • 3d		• 1/2 • 3/3 • 1/1 • 3/3 • 2/3 • 3/3		• 9/16 • 0/16 • 8/8 • 16/16 • 16/16 • 6/16		Dead Dragging casket Dragging casket vs Grimbeorn and Hathcyn vs Arbogast

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

[Eclecticon]

The panicked shouts of the crowd surround the Companions in all directions as the flow of traffic along Bridge Street dissolves into a chaotic mob.  Balin is no longer anywhere to be seen.  From a nearby doorway a lanky youth, his face covered with a hood and scarf, darts out, one hand extended to grasp at the fallen casket. 

[GandalfOfBorg]

If Grimbeorn sees the boy grabbing for the casket, he shouts.  "Oi, boy!  Be off with ye lest you lose that hand if not more."  Grimbeorn remains next to their ruse, protecting it as he vowed.  He goes full defensive, protecting the casket and anyone near him.

  If Balin has disappeared from Grimbeorn's sight, he will change his Action.
Stance: Defensive
Action: Defensive Fighting, 2d (+4 parry)

Attacks spearman, spends bonus die...

Axes -  1d12 : 4, total 4
Rolled 5d6 : 3, 5, 2, 1, 6, total 17

[Eclecticon]

Matt, you've rolled one more die there than you're supposed to - do you want to re-roll your attack, or would you prefer to drop a die from your defensive fighting?

[Telcontar]

For a moment Hathcyn contemplated subduing the man who faced him. The wicked blow he took however, drove the thought from him. He would not lay dead on the planks of Laketown out of kindness to an ancient enemy.

He gave ground to get his spear back in position and struck.

Defensive stance:
Rolled 1d12 : 6, total 6
Rolled 3d6 : 3, 2, 2, total 7

[GandalfOfBorg]

  ooops, sorry.

Axes -  1d12 : 11, total 11
Rolled 4d6 : 2, 1, 6, 5, total 14

[GandalfOfBorg]

  Ya, that's more like my luck.

[Eclecticon]

Arbogast sees the new runner appear and make for the casket.  Hard-pressed as he is, though, he could not leave Esgalwen's side to obstruct this new threat even were he minded to.  Instead, he moves his shield this way and that, seeking an opening in which to completely disarm his foe. 


Rolling to attack and hoping for a ...

1d12 : 5, total 5
Rolled 4d6 : 1, 1, 4, 5, total 11

We're just waiting on Doug now. 

[Eclecticon]

Eh, why not - Arbogast will use his bonus die:

1d6 : 6, total 6

[Eclecticon]

Aaaaaaaaaaaw yeah. 

[tomcat]

Seeing that the enemy archer was quite gifted in his talent, Esgalwen nocked an arrow anew and drew back on her bow. She could not let him loose another shaft of his own. Her mind focused on her target - she shut out all of the noise and confusion around her.
TN 16 great bow 3d

1d12 : 2, total 2
Rolled 3d6 : 5, 5, 4, total 14

7   edge: 10  injury: 16

[tomcat]

Her second shot flew true, striking her target in his abdomen. The Ranger could see the shot was not fatal, but certainly it would throw off the man's aim.
Esgalwen hits for 7 loss

[Eclecticon]

Heedless of the presence of Grimbeorn and Hathcyn by the sides of the casket, the youth skids to a halt before it and makes a frantic grab for a carven handle.  At the same time, the Viglunding shifts his axe to his off hand and bends to take another.  A second later and they have straightened and begin to drag the blood-spattered casket away.  Above the street, the bowman ignores his new injury and prepares to shoot again, this time lowering his aim towards Grimbeorn. 

A cry of feral rage sounds from behind the two Beornings as Arbogast hooks a second knife out of the Dorwninish man's hand and sends it clattering to the timbers.  As Grimbeorn watches, the southerner, with barely a pause for breath, streaks to where his first weapon lies and snatches it up.  When the Wolfslayer returns his attention to the matter before him, he sees that the broad-shouldered spearman has interposed himself between him, Hathcyn and the casket.  He makes brief lunges at both men, using the length of his own weapon to keep them at bay. 


The spearman will spend a point of Hate to Stand his Ground (as per the Adventurer's Companion, p 109).  Any attacks against him next round will roll the Feat die (the d12) twice and use the worst result. 

Attacks:
Spearman

1d12 : 12, total 12
Rolled 3d6+4 : 6, 4, 5 + 4, total 19

Bowman

1d12 : 5, total 5
Rolled 4d6 : 5, 1, 4, 2, total 12

[Eclecticon]

Grimbeorn's elven shield shakes like a drum-skin as a long, black-feathered shaft buries its head in the hardened wood.  The spearman's thrust, at least, is half-hearted, and Hathcyn easily swats the shorter spear off line before it can threaten his lord and companion. 

Somewhere nearby, the screams of the people of Bridge Street have reached the ears of the Lake-Town watch, whose shouts can dimly be heard as they press their way through the throng.  Where they are, though, and how far, is hard to determine.