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Once again, Aeth misses with her Acid Splash spell.

Screaming in pain and fear, the man steps back into the room from which he just exited, slamming the door shut in Bekra's face. You can hear the hurried and panicked stomps of footsteps and his shouting as he moves through the room. "Attack! We're under attack, Mr. Gaedren!" Another door slam can be heard, and then the sounds become muffled.

Edit: It's Bekra's turn.

New Edit: My Bad. It's JC White's turn. Sorry about that...

{Not at all. It'll make my life a little easier, too. I should probably do that more often.}

John hears nothing through the door.

The door crashes open into a small room, ten feet wide by twenty feet long. A wooden desk sits in one corner of the room, its side preventing the door from opening all the way. The table is heaped with dozens of slate boards covered with chalk scrawls, while to the east a cabinet slouches against the wall. To the south, a few moldy boards have been nailed over a door. There's an additional door located to the east, which is partially ajar.

The room into which you have burst is thirty feet across and forty-five feet wide. Its floor is slick with seawater, bits of seaweed, and fish blood - the air is thick with the accompanying scent. Wooden catwalks to the north and south - one of which leads to the door at which you stand - allow access to the western part of the fishery, while the floor here is only five feet above the river below. An open bay to the south allows direct access to the sloppy, muddy water, while to the northwest stands an immense ten-foot-tall wooden vat, its sides caked and waterproofed with tar. Inside is a foul-looking mixture of chum, seawater, and who knows what else. To the east are stacked many barrels and crates, each marked in paint with a fish. Nearly two dozen small hammocks hang from under the catwalks, each with its own ratty blanket and pillow.

A pair of children in ragged clothes use long oar-like stirring rods to keep the mixture in the vat churning, working from atop the each catwalk. They look particularly haggard right now. Three additional children toil away, moving buckets and barrels around. A massive half-orc stands on the lower at the foot of the catwalk's stairs, a flail in his hands. His face bears several angry pucker-shaped scars.

The man you've already attacked is hurriedly moving across the floor past the half-orc and towards the other catwalk's stairs.

Upon the gunslinger's entry, the half-orc giggles cruelly, shouts "Get the intruders or it's fifty lashes for yuh!" and prepares to charge.

{We'll just go ahead and continue following initiative if that's alright with everyone here. The half-orc is adding +1 to the attached roll.

Also, FYI, I will be visiting my In-Laws over the 4th weekend, and will be unlikely to log on for too long, so we'll probably have to postpone additional action until Tuesday. Feel free to post if you'd like, but I probably won't be back for a few...}

redface Sorry... been distracted by some stuff this weekend.
Mr. Dainty Paws follows the gunslinger, scrambling up the walls and running up the door frame at the interior the large room, its bizarre legs clinging to the ceiling.
{Double move into the room that everything's in, clinging to the roof using its 40' climb speed.}

Aeth followed after Mr. Dainty Paws and Jonathan. She will attempt to strike the half-orc with an acid splash, assuming he's within range and she didn't have to double move.

{Acid Splash, +2 ranged touch...}

Aeth's acid splash strikes true, but it barely injures the half-orc. He screams in rage.

{Just a note to players. I'll have extremely limited 'net access for the next week or so. My apologies.}

Bekra stomps into the room with her teammates, irritated that the half-orc is too far away for her to hit him with her khopesh. "Faern's wrath be upon you!" she shouts, and shoots a fiery ray at the half-orc.

{That's a -1 to hit, but it is at least a touch attack....}