Oct 25, 2017 8:54 am
Maeriks hits and pushes past the Ulathi corpses. Five in a row. The spacing is so tight that he is forced to dip low each time and heave upwards, throwing the bloody bodies over him so that he can pass under. Blood is everywhere.
By the time he is past the last obstacle the passage is too narrow for Maeriks to sprint down normally with his arms swinging to the side. He shifts his shoulders to keep moving. Soon he is completely sidestepping, stumbling and leaning forward as he tries to keep moving.
His body begins to catch and drag on both block walls. First a hit on his back knocks him one way only to be hit in the belly by the other wall. Still a few feet to go.
Maeriks yells out and lurches forward with everything he can. Now he is scraping his own body sideways along both walls, heaving forward painfully for he last set of powerful drives with his legs.
Finally he is able to reach out with his arm and get his elbow and shoulder just past the edge of the closing. He arcs his arm around the block and pulls his chest and other shoulder and arm through with a dragging scrape against his hide armor both front and back. His weight fully forward, he topples over to the ground.
Now lying on his side on the stone floor, he uses both hands to press hard against both blocks. His hips drag free. His thighs, knees, shins, and then feet scrape hard against corner of the left block. Maeriks grimaces from the pain.
The stones cinch shut with a dull thud and low-toned pulse. Maeriks jerks his left sandal free just before it is clinched tightly between the blocks.
The seam between the two great blocks has no gap between it. Once it is shut, it is barely noticeable that there are two blocks at all. The Great Cube Door is restored. It slides forward flush with both corners of the hallway and completely blocks the entrance to Throne Room.
Thorn has grabbed Maeriks and pulled him forward, helping him make the last drag free from being crushed and moving him completely clear from the sliver arc edge of the Throne Room and into the hall.
Maeriks lies on the ground. Bruised. Scraped. Covered in sweat and blood. Gulping and spewing huge puffs of air in and out.
He cannot get enough air to speak, but he is able to look at Thorn and the others around him.
He feels sick at his stomach, his vision is splotchy, and his head is pounding. He fights the urge to wretch.
Maeriks suffers small damage below for brutal pull through door.
CON save DC 8 or puke all over the floor and suffer woozy Poisoned condition for 1 round.
By the time he is past the last obstacle the passage is too narrow for Maeriks to sprint down normally with his arms swinging to the side. He shifts his shoulders to keep moving. Soon he is completely sidestepping, stumbling and leaning forward as he tries to keep moving.
His body begins to catch and drag on both block walls. First a hit on his back knocks him one way only to be hit in the belly by the other wall. Still a few feet to go.
Maeriks yells out and lurches forward with everything he can. Now he is scraping his own body sideways along both walls, heaving forward painfully for he last set of powerful drives with his legs.
Finally he is able to reach out with his arm and get his elbow and shoulder just past the edge of the closing. He arcs his arm around the block and pulls his chest and other shoulder and arm through with a dragging scrape against his hide armor both front and back. His weight fully forward, he topples over to the ground.
Now lying on his side on the stone floor, he uses both hands to press hard against both blocks. His hips drag free. His thighs, knees, shins, and then feet scrape hard against corner of the left block. Maeriks grimaces from the pain.
The stones cinch shut with a dull thud and low-toned pulse. Maeriks jerks his left sandal free just before it is clinched tightly between the blocks.
The seam between the two great blocks has no gap between it. Once it is shut, it is barely noticeable that there are two blocks at all. The Great Cube Door is restored. It slides forward flush with both corners of the hallway and completely blocks the entrance to Throne Room.
Thorn has grabbed Maeriks and pulled him forward, helping him make the last drag free from being crushed and moving him completely clear from the sliver arc edge of the Throne Room and into the hall.
Maeriks lies on the ground. Bruised. Scraped. Covered in sweat and blood. Gulping and spewing huge puffs of air in and out.
He cannot get enough air to speak, but he is able to look at Thorn and the others around him.
He feels sick at his stomach, his vision is splotchy, and his head is pounding. He fights the urge to wretch.
Maeriks suffers small damage below for brutal pull through door.
CON save DC 8 or puke all over the floor and suffer woozy Poisoned condition for 1 round.
OOC:
Congrats, CB. Good show.Rolls
scrape and bruise damage - (1d3)
(2) = 2