| Braxton Raith |
| Male Human(Tintalian) Alchemist(Beastmorph)-3/Drunken Brute (Barbarian)-2 |
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Braxton pulls out a acid flask as he rushes forward and wishes luck for his wild throw.
After his wild throw Braxton curses, so he moves closer and draws one of his bombs and tosses it one of the enemies moving towards him.
| Corum Merandur |
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Corum looks at the three duplicate figures moving with him with relief.
"Back me up, Braxton. Bad guys a coming."
| Mayor Doyle |
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Braxton's bomb explodes on impact. After the flash and debris clear, the ugothol drops... it's arm is destroyed, and a black oily substance gloops out.
Mayor takes Errik's hesitation as a chance to regain his authoritative presence... it turns to tantrum levels... " Should give a gaunt fruit for what slithers off your treacherous tongue?" He pushes up his remaining sleeve.
"I will embrace death After I turn these impudent interlopers into ... I will " the spittle starts to fly "I will hunt you down... and your bones will be a for your "
The trueform Ugothols lope over to the many Corums. They scramble to either side.. as if trying to herd all of the Corum's in.
One of the still-human looking workers charges Braxton with a hatchet, the one near him armed with a club cautiously strafes to flank. Though a nasty swing, Braxton deflects enough to only receive a imminent welt from the shaft.
The third still-human worker limps scorched over to Doyle's side... eyeing Errik.
| Braxton Raith |
| Male Human(Tintalian) Alchemist(Beastmorph)-3/Drunken Brute (Barbarian)-2 |
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Hearing Corum's cries for back up he shakes his head, "Little busy prying off this guises! HAHA!" He draws his crowbar in two hands and smashes the guised workers.
| Mayor Doyle |
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A hairy chunk flies off the side of the worker's head from Braxton's blow. His slick black true skin balloons out from the wound. He starts to grow and his human skin dries, cracks, and is sucked into the black skin like dead leaves sinking in oil.
Mayor Doyle turns, and looks over the battle... You now see Errik has been encased in a transparent bubble.
About a hundred feet to the southwest, you see two blond young women wrestling with each other near a large mound of felled trees. They look identical from here, though the one in the cloak appears to be badly injured.
"You could surrender... or things could turn "
| Corum Merandur |
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Corundum and his three figments retreat towards Braxton, readying a color spray as they close.
| Errik |
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Status:
HP: 27/27(13 Non lethal) | AC: 17 | Touch: 12 | Flat Footed: 15 | Fort:+1, Ref: +6, Will: +6 | CMD: 15 | Spells Cast: 1st 3, 2nd 1 | Arch Luck: 6/8 used| |
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| DM Bloodgargler |
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Mayor Doyle tells the worker near him to join the others fighting Braxton and Corum, then walks over to Errik.
"You and your allies the power to best me... join me, and I will spare their lives."
The Faceless Stalkers trying to corral Corum lope after... swiping at him and his illusionary doubles with their disproportionately long limbs. They begin to strike when a blast of scintillating colors stops them briefly in their tracks.. twenty feet from the elf wizard.
The one clonked by Braxton takes a step back out of the crowbar's reach, then swings at him and connects with his hatchet. The other tries to club him... also from a distance, but succeeds only in knocking Braxton's hat askew.