Val'drin Cabot (
valdrin) wrote in
knightsoflegend2014-04-25 12:02 am
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oxford ♔ crawling out of my own skin

WHO || Marty, Matthew, Nels, Miles, Val'drin, Mr. Broggon
WHAT || The Knights investigate a mysterious package sent to a shop owner
WHERE || Sword & Sorcery, in Oxford, England
WHEN || Wed April 16th, about 8pm
HOW || Actionspam
Sword & Sorcery: Old Books for a New Age is located in a strip mall in a relatively nice part of the city of Oxford. A scattering of other cars fill parts of the parking lot, with most of the vehicles congregated to the side nearest the Teriyaki Rok'n'Wok, a rock and roll themed teriyaki restaurant. The bookstore sits farther down the line of shops, in the more deserted section of the strip mall. Val'drin raises an eyebrow at the Rok'n'Wok, slipping one hand into his pocket as he surveys the others.
"Everyone's at least armed, I do hope."

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[He swings at the small one, with an attack of 21, for 15 (Got a little penetration damage in).]
Eight eyes, and you didn't see that coming?
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val'drin shoots at the other small one (atk 19, dmg 6), and it flies aside, legs curling in on itself as it dies twitching. he fixes his second shot on the large spider (atk 25, dmg 7). ]
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[Action point that awful attack for a still terrible one! 7 makes an attack of 18 with a boost from his Inspiration pool, will deal 9 damage if that hits (Boosted with inspiration as well, otherwise terrible roll on that too. Dice hate me tonight. Also that will be all of his Inspiration points for this encounter.]
I've seen about enough of your kind today, spider.
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/init ] Glorified pest control. Feeling particularly knightly now, certainly.
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[All the sarcasm this mission is terrible. Fuck spiders, srsly.
He starts walking towards the chamber further in slowly, keeping his eyes peeled (spot 17).]
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Did anyone bring a flamethrower?
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Eggs. Hundreds of them. And I'm pretty sure they're just about to fucking hatch on us.
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[He saves that shit for Saturday nights generally. Maybe he should start carrying one.]
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[But she's gonna search for something flammable down here. MAYBE SHE'LL GET LUCKY?? (search 21)]
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Ready when you are.
[And str 20 total for when they do the thing.]
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Let's light 'em up.
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Miles takes the bottle with a crooked grin before he heads over to the hideous mess of spider eyes and starts splashing liquor on them, making sure to save enough for the whole family.]
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RIP fancy zippo. ;_;
and also the egg sacs.]
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