Blood in the Rye - Round 2

[Eclecticon]

Situation: The Fellowship has interrupted the capture of a trio of wandering strangers by Viglundings led by Wulfdan the Traitor.

Combat Advantage dice:
• Arbogast 1/2
• Esgalwen 1/1
• Grimbeorn 1/2
• Hathcyn 0/0

Situation Modifiers:
• The Viglundings have the initiative. 

Physical Modifiers (complications):
• N/A

PC/NPC

PARRY

ARMOUR

HOPE

END

STANCE

STATUS

Arbogast Esgalwen Grimbeorn Hathcyn

• 6 ( +3) • 6 • 4 ( +4) • 4 (Great Strength +3)

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

• 11/16 • 14/14 • 12/12 • 5/13

• 19/26 • 27/27 • 29/31 • 13/29

Open Rearward Open Forward

normal normal normal normal

ENEMY		PARRY		ARMOUR		HATE		END		NOTES
Wulfdan the Traitor Viglunding raider Viglunding reaver Viglunding slaver Viglunding warrior		• 5 • 4 • 4 • 4 • 4		• 3d • 2d • 2d • 2d • 2d		• 0/4 • 0/2 • 2/2 • 2/2 • 2/2		• 0/24 • 0/16 • 2/16 • 9/16 • 11/16		disabled Dead vs Hathcyn vs Esgalwen 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]

Esgalwen's eye is not as keen and her second shaft merely scores a line across the back of the slaver's leather corselet, leaving him staggered but not otherwise hurt.  With a curse, he turns and rushes toward the Dúnadan, trying to bring himself within range to throw his spear.  As the warrior who faced Grimbeorn gurgles his last breaths, his compatriots fight on, oblivious for the moment to his fate. 

Behind the Viglundings, the dusky-skinned boy hesitates, his gaze flitting between his companions and the clashing warriors. 


So, the Viglunding Slaver will need to pass an Athletics roll to get himself in range this round:

1d12 : 9, total 9
Rolled 2d6+4 : 5, 4 + 4, total 13

And the remaining Viglundings fight on:

Viglunding reaver (TN 13)

1d12 : 1, total 1
Rolled 2d6+4 : 2, 6 + 4, total 12

Viglunding warrior (TN 15)

1d12 : 6, total 6
Rolled 2d6+4 : 4, 3 + 4, total 11

[Eclecticon]

As the rim of Arbogast's shield clangs against his helm under the battering of the Viglunding's axe against it, and Hathcyn is forced to twist painfully away from a strike that might otherwise have brast his hand asunder, the third Viglunding casts his spear with a scream of wrath...


Attack roll (TN 18):

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

[Eclecticon]

The slaver's spear misses Esgalwen by an embarrassing distance, but Arbogast loses five endurance and Hathcyn nine (OW!).  The Longspear is now Weary. 

[Eclecticon]

Retreating a pace or two, Arbogast raises the Warden's Axe high, its rune-scored blade catching the summer sun.  "The Carrock," he calls, "and the green of the vales!" 


The Fire-watcher is shifting into Open stance and trying to Rally his friends (TN 14):

1d12 : 6, total 6
Rolled 4d6 : 3, 1, 6, 3, total 13

[Eclecticon]

That's a nice little great success - everyone who's injured recovers three Endurance (meaning Hathcyn is no longer Weary). 

[Telcontar]

"Carrock!"

Hathcyn presses the attack.Hoping to finish his foe.

Rolled 1d12 : 8, total 8

Rolled 4d6 : 4, 5, 3, 3, total 15

[Telcontar]

  thats a protection test if it matters

[Telcontar]

  Now that is a well timed Rally.

[GandalfOfBorg]

Grimbeorn strides forth to Wulfdan, putting axe to neck.  "Surrender and call them off!  You will all die this day where you stand if you do not!  Do you yield?!"


 

Battle + bonus -  1d12 : 3, total 3
Rolled 4d6 : 5, 5, 1, 6, total 17

[GandalfOfBorg]

  Changes stance to Forward, Intimidate action

[tomcat]

Ignoring the feeble throw of her enemy, Esgalwen draws and looses another arrow.
TN 16 great bow 4d

1d12 : 8, total 8
Rolled 4d6 : 1, 1, 3, 3, total 8

7   edge: 10  injury: 16

[tomcat]

Something distracts her, for even though the arrow hits the slaver, again it merely scores the leather about his chest. With the man fast approaching, the Dúnadan woman lowers her bow and draws her sword from its scabbard.
She moves to stance

That was a 16 success for 7 loss

[Eclecticon]

As Hathcyn strikes down the man who stands against him, smiting the man in the jaw with the butt of his spear, Wulfdan raises his sole good arm and cries "I yield!  No further shall we trouble you, an you let us go in peace!"  With great reluctance, the two Viglundings still on their feet let their axes fall to the earth. 

The tall stranger, who Grimbeorn can now see is in fact a woman, with short hairs somehow affixed to her jaw as a simple disguise, heaves herself to her feet and, with a desultory kick at the fallen Wulfdan, goes to tend to the bleeding boy.  The old woman likewise struggles upright, presses her palms together and bowing toward Grimbeorn. 

[Eclecticon]

Nice work, guys.  Matt, make sure you mark off an AP for Grimbeorn's successful intimidation.