Sunday, August 07, 2005

Moonmist battle continues

Everybody showed up yesterday, a week off from my schedule but welcome anyway. I re-arranged my terrain, set up more minis and we resumed the battle. Revan charged the Eldritch Moon Knights; Dante threw his clubs; Joseph Prax gave the party a prayer and a blessing and banished an earth elemental, healing wherever needed; Rivet searched buildings and foiled traps; Gendar the Magic dropped fireballs into clusters of enemy archers on the tops of towers; Taito punched out rust monsters, climbed walls and defeated archers; Black Eyed Bill swashbuckled his way through the enemy on a balcony, climbed on a building to slay an archer, and fired a rope by crossbow to cross to a tower top and defeat an archer there as well. Timmy Darkwind snuck across the battlefield, attacking powerful enemies who were unaware of him. Thumbs used a little stealth and a lot of sheer thuggery to work his way through Eldritch Moon Knights. Flegol shot his rain of deadly arrows with ruthless power, accuracy and speed to bring down even the mighty among the enemy. Buddy Nagel filled in the gaps of the healing duties, as so many arrows and fireballs kept hitting the party that his services were needed every round. Lola fought along, kicking butt and enjoying it. Geena and Aiko, the mighty dwarven women, partnered up to blaze a trail through the enemy on the right flank, working well as a fighter and monk can together. Mick the Gangly, now something of a one-man army, worked his way up the left flank, his trademark ranseur laying the enemy low like a farmer reaping wheat. Telpin and Nightsong Sharpfang joined together in the same battle song but divided like stereo speakers so that all of their allies could hear and benefit from its encouragement; they also helped with minor fighting, healing and spellcasting duties. Henderson charged across the river like it wasn't there and engaged an evil elven spellcastress in melee; once she was no longer a threat, he went on to other, lesser enemies. Captain Fergus Dowrimple evaded enemy fireballs and fired off his own powerful ones, assisting Gendar in covering the party's safety across a large battlefield and flying up in order to be above melee threats and to lengthen his field of vision and pick targets.
And in this way, another couple of blocks worth of Moonmist has fallen to the party's relentless attack. I awarded a flat 3,000 experience points. Roddy, who has never missed a session, told me that Revan just leveled to 11th (or was it 10th?) and pretty much everybody else is just a level or two behind that. Treasure will be determined next session, in two weeks.

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