The bug-watching slave does not respond to Archonia's question, his focus on the life of the cave bug unwavering. Meanwhile, the short sword-counting slave begins his assault on Mount Numeracy once again.
He starts out strong, confident. He's got this.
"
One short sword!"
"
Two short swords!"
"
Three short swords!"
"
Four short swords!"
11:29, Today: The Host rolled 6 using 1d6. Init: party 1-3 lost city 4-6.
Then, it all goes to shit. He looks around the smithy as if he might find the right number behind the chest or in the tub. He does not find it. He never has.
"
I can only," his roar reaching the height of a bellow here, "
count to four!"
Enraged, he grabs two of the innumerable short swords (all mundane) and acts out his anger, launching himself at the young squire, Percy, who has the presence of mind to block his twin slashes with his shield.
11:55, Today: The Host rolled 4,3,7,1 using d20,d6,d20,d6. Math attacks Percy.
Then, from behind the tangle of creepers in front of the cavemouth, a serpentine heads pokes forth and emits a most sibilant hiss, most likely a signal of some kind, meaning something along the lines of "
Slaaay thee Intrudersss," which any of the guests would know were they fluent in yuan ti, which they are not.
(Just the one)
Harkening to the signal, a squall of tasloi (
as they will later come to be known) drops from the vine canopy into the midst of the party, each of the twelve of them gripping a net in their simian hands with shields and javelins strapped to their spindly backs.
Later the guests, should they survive, will find a page of some lost explorer's journal which will describe these aboriginals as follows:
Tasloi are long-legged, flat-headed humanoids. They walk with a crouching posture, touching their knuckles to the ground from time to time. Their skins are a lustrous green and are thinly covered with coarse black hair. Their eyes are similar to a cat’s and are gold in color. Their feet are long and prehensile. Often they can be heard at night, speaking in their high and whispery voices.
For now, though, they hoot and shriek like monkeys and toss their nets every which way.
12:19, Today: The Host rolled 5,11,12,8,17,5 using d20,d20,d20,d20,d20,d20. Too many nets.
Forgot the -2's for Protection from Evil but a 15 hits Hieroman on the nose.
12:22, Today: The Host rolled 5,4,17,8,3,0 using d20-2,d20-2,d20-2,d20-2,d20-2,d20-2. TOO MANY NETS!
With nets raining every which way, inevitably they snare a couple of the unlucky, Hieroman and Brant in this case.
Both are entangled for 18 minus their dexterity rounds.
The tasloi have ACs of 6 this round.
Tasloi finished third in the Gencon 1986 rankings for most offensive representation of an indigenous people. Cook was said to have been bitterly disappointed at this result, claiming that he had done all that was humanly possible to make those "little buggers" as subhuman as possible.
The yuan ti at the cavemouth has an AC of 0 for its snake parts and 4 for its man parts. 50/50 chance of striking either.