Café de Nuit

tarlyn wrote:Norzak reacts first(I hope) and charges them, yelling at the top of his lungs "Ya gonna get whats comin' to ye. Come meet yer maker, ya jackaninnies!" He waves his short sword at them even as he removes a dagger from his belt. Once he is in range he takes aim and throws it at the first enemy he sees! Then switches his short sword to his good hand!

Norzak's dagger flies through the air, perhaps a second or so after Benn takes his shot with his crossbow. The knife whirls end over end, and plants itself in the chest of the nearest attacker. The man doesn't seem to realize he has been hit, and keeps coming, with a wild look in his eyes.

''Kill the whoresons! KILL 'EM ALL!!''

The half- dozen attackers will be close enough to trade blows in a the space of a few heartbeats!

ewancummins wrote: ''Kill the whoresons! KILL 'EM ALL!!''

"Magic doesn't work with you? Then, try to dodge this sword."

With the calmness of an experienced killer, Cirdan will jump forward and stabb the shouter.

[Power attack!]

Dorgio spins around to see the attackers and runs his free hand over the symbol of Dawn at his belt. “Stay behind us, back to back!” he barks to Konstas and the other searchers.

He moves into position behind Norzak, then focuses on the closest sword-wielding attacker. “Morninglord, maker of the mist-boiling morning, you whose beams burn the blackest night, shine your searing light upon them!”

The lead swordsman, Norzak's dagger still lodged in his chest, tries to parry Cirdan's swordthrust- but fails. The blade tears into his left side, the impact sending him reeling against the wall. Just then, a nimbus of light flares around the dagger stuck in the man's chest. The light fades away quickly, but the dagger is now glowing red hot! A smell of sizzling flesh fills the air, joining the odors of sweat, blood, and offal.

'''AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! IT BURNS!!!''

The foeman screams in pain and passes out, to slump down into the muck. The filthy water boils over the spot where the still glowing hot dagger is submerged.

The thugs keep on coming. Two men with shortswords get close enough to attack Cirdan and Norzak.

The man to the left lunges at Cirdan, but his blade turns on the knight's armor, sparks flying as its point skids off the steel breastplate.

The ugly one to his right aims a backhanded cut at Norzak's face, but the dwarf is too nimble for him, and easily evades the attack.


One of the men to the rear is fumbling with some sort of bottle. It's hard to see exactly what he is doing, but it looks as if he's touching a match to it. He tosses the glass container over his buddy's head. It's on fire!

SMASH, the flask of burning oil crashes into the ceiling over Benn and Dorgio. Flaming liquid rains down from above!

The other two men, unable to help their companions because of the restricted space, content themsleves with shouting encouragement from the rear.

''Get 'em, boys!''

Benn was splashed by the flaming liquid, but Dorgio was fairly soaked with the stuff. The priest's hair, clothes, and skin are burning!

Ever since entering the sewers earlier that day, Dorgio had been craving a cigarillo to calm his nerves. He had mustered up what little discipline he could to keep from lighting one up, thinking it foolish to start a fire in a place where a pocket of flammable gas could be around any corner. So the irony of his current situation is not lost on the now-engulfed cleric. He grits his teeth and starts to mutter something about how the Morninglord was only supposed to set his -enemies- on fire, but whatever quip he was going to make is lost int the pain. With a jerky motion, he attempts to pull something out of his pouch while diving into the nearest pool of water, struggling to keep whatever's in his hand away from the muck.

Bennedict sees the flask of oil flying towards him, ducking to the side in time to only have some of the flaming liquid land on his cloak. Brushing at it in irritation, he grumbles "Well, that is quite enough of that."

Observing the grim situation, he decides it is time to take a chance. In an instant his demeanor changes, as he assumes a hunched posture and lets his eyes roll up into his head. Intoning a curse from the black language of the Sri Raji, he calls down the power of Shiva the Destroyer to strike terror, pointing a finger in the direction of the fire-starter as the incantation reaches a crescendo.

Cirdan will continue to attack whatever enemy is within his sword's range. Striking to kill.

Adam wrote:Bennedict sees the flask of oil flying towards him, ducking to the side in time to only have some of the flaming liquid land on his cloak. Brushing at it in irritation, he grumbles "Well, that is quite enough of that."

Observing the grim situation, he decides it is time to take a chance. In an instant his demeanor changes, as he assumes a hunched posture and lets his eyes roll up into his head. Intoning a curse from the black language of the Sri Raji, he calls down the power of Shiva the Destroyer to strike terror, pointing a finger in the direction of the fire-starter as the incantation reaches a crescendo.

Benn's incantation is evidently effective, as the man drops the just-lit bottle of oil he'd been preparing and takes off running back down towards the intersection.

One of the goons sees the incendiary bobbing in the water and snatches it up- in time for it to explode in his hand! Flaming oils jets out to set the unlucky man and the man next to him on fire. They drop into the muck, screaming and thrashing.

Rafael wrote:Cirdan will continue to attack whatever enemy is within his sword's range. Striking to kill.

Sir Cirdan steps forward and lands a solid blow to the man in front of him -cutting deeply into the man's shoulder and throwing him down into the water, where he lies twitching and groaning. Bright red blood mixes with patches of burning oil about the knight's greaves.

Dorgio, with help from the men behind him [Konstans and the other two searchers] is able to fully extinguish himself, saving himself from worse damage.

Your enemies are in disarray. Both of two uninjured men look fit to break. The one facing Norzak and Cirdan at the front is waving his sword around like a madman, and the the other one is already turning to flee towards the intersection. The two burning men are rolling in the water, trying to extinguish themsleves.

A second later, and the two men are running headlong down the tunnel, one of them trampling on his smoldering companions in his haste to escape.

Bennedict shudders and stops swaying, breathing heavily and looking on in satisfaction at the results of his spell.

"There could be more foes in the tunnels, gentlemen," Bennedict grunts, pointing his crossbow towards the two opponents who are on fire. "Lets regroup."