Situation: Grimbeorn and his followers are making a death-or-glory push to breach the Toft-men's stockade.
Combat Advantage dice:• N/A
Situation Modifiers:• The companions have the initiative, as they are defending against a counter-charge.
Physical Modifiers (complications): • N/A
| PC/NPC | | PARRY :+~: | | ARMOUR :<>: | | HOPE :vv: | | END :<3: | | STANCE |
Grimbeorn
Tate
Hathcyn
Anar
| | 4 (shield +4)
2 (shield +3)
4
5 | •
•
•
•
| 2d (helm n/a)
3d (helm n/a)
2d (helm n/a)
3d (helm n/a)
| •
•
•
•
| 4/12
9/15
12/13
8/8 | •
•
•
•
| 15/31
27/29
17/29 WOUNDED
8/30 WEARY
| •
•
•
•
| Forward
Open
Defensive
Forward |
| ENEMY | | PARRY :+~: | | ARMOUR :<>: | | HATE :@: | | END :<3: | | NOTES |
Blood Moon warrior
Blood Moon warrior
Blood Moon warrior
Blood Moon warrior
Blood Moon warrior
Blood Moon warrior
Blood Moon warrior
Blood Moon warrior
| •
•
•
•
•
•
•
•
| 4
4
4
4
4
4
4
4 | •
•
•
•
•
•
•
•
| 3d+1
3d+1
3d+1
3d+1
3d+1
3d+1
3d+1
3d+1 | •
•
•
•
•
•
•
• | 2/2
2/2
2/2
2/2
0/2
2/2
2/2
2/2 | •
•
•
•
•
•
•
•
| 0/14
0/14
0/14
0/14
14/14
14/14
0/14
9/14
| •
•
•
•
•
•
•
•
| DEAD
DEAD
INCAPACITATED
DEAD
FLEEING
fighting Hathcyn
DEAD
fighting Anar
|
STANCES
Forward - action order 1
Close combat
TN 6+ parry
Forward Stance maneuvers (http://rpg.avioc.org/webimages/lotr/tor/forward.jpg) | :<>: | Open - action order 2
Close combat
TN 9+ parry
Open Stance maneuvers (http://rpg.avioc.org/webimages/lotr/tor/open.jpg) | :<>: | Defensive - action order 3
Close combat
TN 12+ parry
Defensive Stance maneuvers (http://rpg.avioc.org/webimages/lotr/tor/defense.jpg) | :<>: | Rearward - action order 4
Ranged combat
Must be 2 other PC's in Close Combat
May not use if outnumbered 2:1
TN 12+ parry
Rearward Stance maneuvers (http://rpg.avioc.org/webimages/lotr/tor/rear.jpg) | :<>: | 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 |
Hathcyn still stood by Grimbeorn. The press was all around them but the Bear standard had not wavered.
Same plan as last round.
Rolled 1d12 : 10, total 10
Rolled 1d6 : 1, total 1
No longer waylaid, Tate ran to where Anar the Dwarf fought. Strong were the Dwarves of Erebor, but the man was sure he would appreciate the help. Flanking the Toft-man, Tate slashed and bashed with his weapons.
:ooc: Tate will attack Anar's remaining enemy:
TN 13 sword 4d:00: 1d12 : 4, total 4
Rolled 4d6 : 3, 3, 4, 3, total 13
:dmg: 5 edge: 10 injury: 16
Shield-fighting [If I successfully hit, roll the feat die. On an 8+ result, do an additional amount of damage equal to PC damage rating plus the encumbrance of shield]
- if the above is a success, this roll applies
Rolled 1d12 : 7, total 7
:ooc: Tate hits for 5 :<3: loss from Anar's remaining attacker
"You stand between me and my people? Have you not learned the lesson of your brethern at my feet? Look upon them once again, drop your weapon and leave!" Grimbeorn bellows at the men who remain.
:00:
Awe - 2d12 : 8, 6, total 14
Rolled 3d6 : 2, 1, 2, total 5
Extra feat die if the standard applies.
Forward stance, Hope if helpful.
Goal is to just get out of this fighting.
The Blood-moon warriors, steadfast followers of Vidugalum even in exile, are to a man veterans of many raids and battles, and have been made hard and cruel by the suffering they have experienced and the suffering they have inflicted. Yet they are still Men, as conscious of their mortality as any other, and they have no desire to die in a hopeless battle. Between his words outside the stockade and his presence now within it, Grimbeorn has made his intentions clear, and though their future beyond this day may be uncertain, those who cease to fight now will at least live to see the sun set in the west.
The man in front of Grimbeorn opens his fingers and lets his axe drop to the bloody ground. Casting his shield behind him, he turns and flees.
:ooc: That's an admirable goal! Your roll just squeaks over the line as a success, for a loss of two :@:.
As Tate joins the fight at his side, Anar casts caution aside and swings his axe in powerful arcs before him.
:ooc: Also shifting into Forward stance. Attack roll:
:00: 1d12 : 3, total 3
Rolled 2d6 : 1, 5, total 6
Though their numbers are dwindling, still the remaining men at the breach struggle vainly as their Beorning foes grow ever more numerous. The warrior facing Anar and Tate gives ground, keeping his sheild ready to deflect blows from both the Dwarf and this new, more dangerous threat.
:ooc: The remaining Toft-men fight on, this skirmish only part of a larger battle.
Warrior (Hathcyn)
:00: 1d12 : 11, total 11
Rolled 2d6 : 3, 1, total 4
Warrior (Anar):00: 1d12 : 11, total 11
Rolled 2d6+3 : 6, 6 + 3, total 15
:ooc: Holy crap! That's five :<3: lost for Hathcyn and 11 for Anar, and both need to make protection rolls!
Hathcyn (TN 18)
:00: 1d12 : 5, total 5
Rolled 2d6 : 2, 1, total 3
Anar (TN 14):00: 1d12 : 2, total 2
Rolled 3d6 : 2, 6, 6, total 14
As Anar prepares another strike, the Toft-man's spear whips forward, snake-fast, and strikes a blow that drives the Dwarf to his knees, the wind smashed from his lungs. Mercifully, his mail shirt, wrought by the craftsmen of the Iron Hills, holds fast, but his vision swims as he struggles back to his feet.
:ooc: Hathcyn suffers a Wound (looking back, I neglected to say as much earlier, but you all had enough time to heal fully from your earlier exertions, so this is effectively his first one). Tom, do you want to narrate how it goes down?
:ooc: quick post to say yes. I'll het more up later.
The dangers of battle were all around the swirling at the gate. Iron forged weapons swung pell mell by friend and foe while men struggled to make purchase upon one another. The sharpened tips of war thrust between the passes of the axe song so no moment knew peace.
Between the standard and his foes stood only Hathcyn's body. His life's blood the shield for banner and lord protected from his own hurt only by a hand axe. He swung the axes as he could to keep iron and wood at bay. The rapid swings of his arm kept the many thrusts from him, but from the side an axe came. The blade shone in the light, in its whistle the death song of ash, it swung towards the staff of the banner intent on cutting it down. Turning his body towards the blow he thought only to keep the banner of Grimbeorn aloft. The blade missed the banner, but found its head thrust into the flesh of Hathcyn as leather gave way to iron.
"Ahh," he cried.
"The iron cuts steps upon me once more, the stairway to my death hall grows. Oh, the hard war tokens mare me yet again, but still stands the banner of the bear!"