MÖRK BORG: Chapter II: The Greed Lineage

[Sly Boots]

Giant holds up Precious to them, to see if the decapitated, preserved head of a dead bird might inspire/terrify them into pushing past

[Wrathbone]

D6 = 3

D4 = 4 + 1 = 5

[Stormbringer]

Lord Margar catches the blade on his shield, taking no damage!

The undead creature immediately makes another strike! Test Agiltiy (d20 + 2) to avoid this, Margar!


Fechr and Malaiz (and GDTS) are welcome to join in this fight, by the way, or you can just stand and watch Margar fight alone!

[Wrathbone]

Natural 1.

Giant holds up Precious to them, to see if the decapitated, preserved head of a dead bird might inspire/terrify them into pushing past

I have no idea who’s behind me, so I’d probably assume it’s the rest of the party, so I’ll encourage them to help me knock the undead off the walkway.

[Stormbringer]

Natural 1.

Uh-oh!

Lord Margar didn't see this strike coming! Roll d6, double the result, then subtract d2+1.

[Animalmother]

Malaiz stands out of harms way and gives our fearless leader an encouraging (albeit halfhearted) clap. He motions to the terrified peasants to join in.

[Sly Boots]

Giant will poke one in the arse with his dagger to get them moving

[Wrathbone]

2 x 2 = 4

1 + 1 = 2

4 - 2 = 2

[Stormbringer]

The undead creature's blade slashes a great gash which tears a hole in Margar's chainmail, exposing his chest, and ripping the flesh underneath (-2 HP)

Now Margar may retaliate!


The peasants are confused as to whether or not they should be clapping or running forward to join Margar, but they seem reluctant to do either.

The one that just got poked in the arse by Giant Dances the Sea shouts:


PEASANT:
"Please, good sirs! I know not who you are, or what you want, but this castle of our Lord, the Baron Risten V, is besieged by the living dead! Please, will you help us get back to our village? We can pay you with silver! My name is Karva, and I have six silver coins in my home! My friends here are Vrakh, who has twenty silver, Kutz, who also has twenty silver, and this fellow is Gotven, who has eight. Between us, we have fifty-four silver! This can be yours if you will guide us home, sirs!"

[Sly Boots]

With a roll of his eyes, Giant will lean forward enough to gain sight of the walkway and, aiming just behind the rear-most undead (ie the one farthest from Margar) he will cast...

SKELETON BOMB!

[Animalmother]

Perhaps hand your Skeleton Bomb to Fechr so he can go out in a blaze of glory?

[Sly Boots]

Perhaps hand your Skeleton Bomb to Fechr so he can go out in a blaze of glory?

Well, it's my innate spell so I can't really do that.

I could always cast one at him though

[Sly Boots]

Maybe we should prop Fechr up in the doorway so he can go out the ol' Hodor way...

[Animalmother]

Have him repeatedly yelling "Feck off, feck off, feck off!!!"?

[Sly Boots]