3. Skyway Robbery - Genesis 18:32
05-03-2020, 12:27 PM
[Judy auto succeeds (Intensity 1 spell)]
[Zwiche: 9,9,9,9,7,7,5,3 Result: I sees skies of red, red ground too]
[Finch: 9,7,5,4,3+ED:10 Result: Stabbed]
[Andrea: 10,5,2,1,1+MD:10 Result: NAY NAY]
[Henry: 7,6,5,3,3 Result: CHOMP]
[2nd Footsoldier: 6,3 Result: Failure]
[Cavalry vs Finch: 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2 Result: Count your blessings Finch]
Andrea rejoins the front just in time to bear witness to a harrowing sight: The vengeful giant before her claims six heads with one grand sweep of his axe. Blood sprays about and coats friend and foe alike in the results of Zwiche's martial prowess. The confederate soldiers nearly break at the sight but a lieutenant from further back cries:
Confederate Lieutenant-[Imperial]: "This terrifying warrior takes arms against the Imperials. LOOK UPON HIM! He reaps their rank with impunity. Be taken in by his tide and follow! Repel these invaders!"
The rallying words refocus the frontline who begin their charge through the fresh clearing made by Zwiche.
The cavalry continue their assault on Finch. It is by some metaphysical grace that no lance reaches Finch despite his lackluster efforts at evasion. One suddenly thrusts their lance to knockaway the others.
Confederate Cavalry-[Imperial]: "Thy blades be still! The mud covered footling claims a title familiar to one spoken in the camps. Let the poor soul be. If his tongue is fat with deceit the footsoldiers will make work of him."
The others nod and turn their steeds towards other targets.
Judy and Henry tag team the second soldier for quick kill. Their scuffle has caught the attention of the soldiers just overhead.
Onlooking Footsoldier-[Imperial]: "Ey! A confederate lurks about the dark below. Thou! Archer! Make firing practice of her!"
[Zwiche: 9,9,9,9,7,7,5,3 Result: I sees skies of red, red ground too]
[Finch: 9,7,5,4,3+ED:10 Result: Stabbed]
[Andrea: 10,5,2,1,1+MD:10 Result: NAY NAY]
[Henry: 7,6,5,3,3 Result: CHOMP]
[2nd Footsoldier: 6,3 Result: Failure]
[Cavalry vs Finch: 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2 Result: Count your blessings Finch]
Andrea rejoins the front just in time to bear witness to a harrowing sight: The vengeful giant before her claims six heads with one grand sweep of his axe. Blood sprays about and coats friend and foe alike in the results of Zwiche's martial prowess. The confederate soldiers nearly break at the sight but a lieutenant from further back cries:
Confederate Lieutenant-[Imperial]: "This terrifying warrior takes arms against the Imperials. LOOK UPON HIM! He reaps their rank with impunity. Be taken in by his tide and follow! Repel these invaders!"
The rallying words refocus the frontline who begin their charge through the fresh clearing made by Zwiche.
The cavalry continue their assault on Finch. It is by some metaphysical grace that no lance reaches Finch despite his lackluster efforts at evasion. One suddenly thrusts their lance to knockaway the others.
Confederate Cavalry-[Imperial]: "Thy blades be still! The mud covered footling claims a title familiar to one spoken in the camps. Let the poor soul be. If his tongue is fat with deceit the footsoldiers will make work of him."
The others nod and turn their steeds towards other targets.
Judy and Henry tag team the second soldier for quick kill. Their scuffle has caught the attention of the soldiers just overhead.
Onlooking Footsoldier-[Imperial]: "Ey! A confederate lurks about the dark below. Thou! Archer! Make firing practice of her!"
