Chrystosm drops his crossbow and grabs hold of Nimeon's shoulder, launching himself into the air and somersaulting over the paladin's head and past Dorial to land besides the worg Acrobatics 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21. Then think I have time - if not, it'll have to wait , landing lightly on his toes, he whips out his rapier in one smooth movement and stabs the beast. Attk 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 Attk 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Though Simon's touch sends a stench of burnt fur throughout the small space, the young wolf still stands, though only barely. His head lolls and his step falters, but his teeth remain sharp and his resolve strong.
Nimeon follows Chrystosm, taking a massive swing at the Worg. Any regular wolf would be bleeding out at the woodsman's feet now, but the Worg's tough hide seems to absorb the blow.
Nimeon, I applied this attack from earlier: Longsword Two Handed: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 151d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
The small wolf whines, but the Worg growls back. The young animal gives one last shake of his head, then launches himself at Kast, going for his throat. The beast is weak, and misses, though his blood paints the front of Kast's shield as it slides down the front of it, barely managing to find his footing when he lands.
"What is wrong, Hooman, is your blade brrroken?" The wolf snarls as he answers Nimeon's fruitless attack with one of his own, his huge jaws opening wide as if trying to snap off the human's head in one bite, then dart suddenly at his leg, pulling him prone.
Simon, who had been just waiting for a chance at the fox molester jumps at the chance, but the wily worg shifts at the last moment, avoiding the attack.
GM Ankheg, did I hit the worg with my last attack?
Chrystosm sings a line from an old Chelish folk song
"If youu were the only girl in the worg..."
Before attacking again.
Attk 1d20+4 Dmg 1d6+1
Ack, yes, you did, and this one as well, and so did Simon(worg hit for 25 total so far)
Battered, bloodied and burnt, somehow Graypelt is still standing after Chrystosm's latest attack. Though his thick coat is stained with blood, the canid warrior still looks ready to take on all comers in the defense of his home (or his search for a good meal).
The Worg, rocked back on his hind legs by Nimeon's powerful smite, seems nearly ready to topple. He gives it another shot, for with the doors shut behind him, he has nowhere to run. He snaps at Nimeon, though the attempt is pathetic given his condition, and misses, one of his teeth breaking against the elf's armor in the attempt.
Nimeon, dancing between Kast's crazily careening sword, Dorial's dart, and Othoe's errant ray of frost, still manages to land another heavy blow against the powerful wolf.
The wolf's eyes light up with shock, burning brightly as he paws at this, his final wound. Bright blood stains his paws, his chest, and his muzzle as he teeters back and forth. Finally, his eyes dim, and the proud beast tumbles forward, leaving a slick trail of blood down the front of the Erastil's errand boy.