Right on......
right on.
Alinya casts mage armor on herself.
Right on.
Does she like her position? I'll "pink" her character.
Hell with it; I put Rholfy up front, Edwin behind him, and you can go to it whenever you want.
Rholf looks uncomfortable, but readies his shield and warhammer nonetheless.
right on...
Edwin just stands, staring at the doors.
"But, but,..."
HE is obviously completely baffled by the fact that his charms did not work on the strange woman.
He sniffs, straightens his tie, and pulls out his bow.
"The 'direct approach' is exceptionally uncouth. But occasionally satisfying."
Ragnvaldr, seeing everyone apparently ready and waiting, shoulders up to the door. He tries the handle first to see if it is even locked...
Right on.....she's a byoch.
Ragnvaldr, seeing everyone apparently ready and waiting, shoulders up to the door. He tries the handle first to see if it is even locked...
Eff it; 16 gets the thing open.
The dog comes lurching around the wagon.
Initiative.
+??????? for the dog.....
Just need one roll for the par-tay.
"I want to examine the dog after we disable it."
Right on. Party totally wins initiative. Attack-at-will.
"I want to examine the dog after we disable it."
He's thinking the same about you guys...
Leik throws a mind dagger at the charging "animal"
Leik hits the meatdog, but his blade doesn't seem to do much of anything to it.
Rholf steps up , and takes a swing at the four-legged meat puppet...
+1 Warhammer Attack:
Damage:
With the door thrown wide, the Ulfen shoulders his way in and attacks the creature.
"One pincushion, coming right up!" Edwin drawls as he draws back his bow in a fluid motion which makes it seem slow,...
And Edwin's arrow misses the meatsack of a mutt by a mile. The arrow buries itself up too the fletching in an innocent inanimate object,...
Rholf steps up , and takes a swing at the four-legged meat puppet...
+1 Warhammer Attack: 1d20+5
Damage: 1d8+2
Rholf swings, but his blow does not connect.
It doesn't look hurt by the thing; he feels like he's hitting dense mummified meat.
With the door thrown wide, the Ulfen shoulders his way in and attacks the creature.
Ragn's axe misses as well; his shield bashes the thing to little effect.
He smashes into the thing, but it doesn't budge.
Ragn feels like he just bullrushed a treestump.
{no damage; just kinda needs some Ben Gay for his shoulder now}
"One pincushion, coming right up!" Edwin drawls as he draws back his bow in a fluid motion which makes it seem slow,...
1d20+7; 1d6
And Edwin's arrow misses the meatsack of a mutt by a mile. The arrow buries itself up too the fletching in an innocent inanimate object,...
He thunks an arrow into the wooden door across the courtyard to the north.
Larissa; Alinya are up to bat.
"Well comrades, it looks like my blades are entirely useless against this."
Larissa conjures another instance of Sarenrae's Scimitar and sends it after the dogolem.
She moves just far enough to see in and eye her target from behind the others.
This time her aim's not too good.
The scimitar swishes in the air.
Alinya's up
'Agile little mutt, isn't it?" Edwin mutters darkly.
Alinya's considers the dog-thing, and her companions lack of success in wounding it. I wonder what might be its weakness?
"Well, this works on almost anything." Alinya takes a wand from her belt, and calmly points it toward the beast.
The magic missile does nothing to the meatdog.
It takes a bite at Ragnvaldr, and misses.
That round was a complete wash.
Group's attack!!!
"What are you?"
Golem; pretty much immune to magic.
Fire/cold slows them; lightning heals them.
Hard to stab, but not impossible.
I'll be back in an hour or whatnot.
Seeing the creature's resilience, Ragnvaldr redoubles his efforts as he brings the axe down with fury.
Seeing the creature's resilience, Ragnvaldr redoubles his efforts as he brings the axe down with fury.
Mighty Ragnvalder does a good gob of damage to the thing with this mighty blow. He takes an axe shaped wedge out of its ribcage.
It's eerie though. The meatdog thing is absolutely silent when this happens.
Crit away. They are crittable.
(3.5 flashback over....) ;)
Taking a side-step , Rholf redoubles his efforts to bash the thing...
+1 Warhammer Attack:
Damage:
Rholf connects this time, but can't seem to damage the thing....
Crit away. They are crittable.
Leik will spend his turn making his mind blade into an appropriately sized bastard sword.
"Let's wrap this up, shall we?" Edwin says with a smirk, pulling out his whip and snapping it at the meat-dog.
Larissa, with no other ideas, lets the mystical sword continue.
She just shakes her head in amazement at the display of power by the Ulfen warrior.
"That blow was worthy of dear departed Wod in one of his famous rages!" Alinya waits to see the effect of her companions' blows before spending any more of her scant resources.
Crit away. They are crittable.
HOOMYOW!
The dog is axebit rather harshly.