[GAME] Changeling the Lost: A Faerie Tale in New York

[Scotty Rave]

Bruce started at Max’s sudden verbal diarrhoea. He turned away from the open door he had found and glared at the others. “Someone shut ’im up, for God’s sakes!†he hissed. “Before we’re ’eard!€

 

[Arieoelle]

Silence reigned for a few minutes as all sound in the castle ground to a halt. Then a sound began to echo, a soft high pitched clicking like crystal knocking together, it was coming from multiple directions and moving closer. Just before the locations of where whatever was making the sound could be pinpointed the music from the ballroom started up again making it impossible to hear.

then suddenly from out of the open door behind Bruce a amethyst glass knife came arcing over his shoulder and stabbing at his heart.

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Thankfully Darkling was quick on his feet and nimbly stepped out of the way. from out of almost every door in the room figures emerged. They looked like life-sized manikins used by artists but these creatures were made of shards of broken glass, animated by twisted Faemagic.



The party quickly finds themselves surrounded by ten of these adversaries, the face of the lady flashing across each of their visages for a brief moment.

((alright guys, our 2nd combat please roll for Initiative and also post your defense scores))

 

[Kain]

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Looking around them at the creepy ...things there was only one thing Max could think to do. His TV-face switched to an image of Eric Cartman and said " God dammit!" in his best Cartman voice.

 

[Scotty Rave]

Sorry about the recent absence. Back in the game. Hope this inspires our two other players to get their heads in as well.

Bruce rolls for initiative (1d10) = 7 + Initiative Modifier: 5 = 12.

Bruce’s Defence Score: 2.

Bruce went straight into a combat-ready pose, tensing his fists in front of him like a boxer and putting one foot in front of the other. The stunt with the glass knife had been a closer shave than he was comfortable with, but he grinned through it, exposing two rows of sharp teeth. He looked from one monster to the next, trying to decide which one to start with. He knew a protracted fight would not go in their favour, not to mention they were at risk of alerting the Gentry in the ballroom to their presence, but if they kept stepping back they would never accomplish their goal. There was still a life at stake other than their own.

“All right, lads, get your war faces on,†he told the rest of the motley. “These things are just glass, they can’t be all that tough.â€