Huzzzah!!!
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Huzzah!
Rholf would be helping pull Castiel along... When the worg shows up, making its demand, he breathes "Ehh... Perhaps we'll all live through this...."
When the norseman horseman makes his presence known, Rholf's optimism quivers momentarily; "Uhhh... This could be bad..." As the rest of the wolf-kin arrive, ostensibly in pursuit of the insectoid, he exhales noisily "Busy road..."
To the great big viking dude, Rholf says with a nod; "Good eve, large friend. We would indeed seek to keep our ailing companion intact. You seem to be more interested in yonder mouthy dog, and far be it from us to deprive you the pleasure of felling the thing. We shall tend to the oncoming pack of more reasonably sized puppies. Unless, of course, you have a better strategy in mind."
The little insect guy, he's not too sure about...
Sense Motive:
"Uhhh.... We will be happy to dispatch the worgs for... errr.... with you."
"Resplendent! I was beginning to get worried."
Initiative.
Beat a ......17.
Party can try to beat 17.....the newcomers have allready rolled lower than that.
Edwin, unused to the continuous physical exertion of assisting to haul a fully armed and armored comrade across rough ground, is actually grateful for the chance to catch his breath when the ginormous wolf stops them and demands tribute.
"Pleasure to meet you." He says genially to the large norseman.
"Both." He adds as an afterthought to the large insectile creature.
"No offense my good fellow, you are fine physical specimen of canine alpha masculinity. But this very day my friends and I have dispatched both a Manticore, AND an alligator quite a bit larger than you! I hate to resort to physicality, but if pressed I assure you, we have no qualms about adding a few wolfskin rugs to todays trophy haul." He says, knocking an arrow to his bow. A silver arrow,...
Initiative....
Right on.
Group.
Canines.
New guys.
FIGHT!!!
"Heavens. Today seems almost unnaturally long." Alinya has not been helping with the stretcher, but she has described several spells that would have helped if she had thought to research them. The spells she is lacking could, as mentioned, summon a fine pack-horse. Or create a floating disc of immaterial force to bear poor Castiel. Or endow the whole group with the ability to soar through the air. "I really must spend some of our gold," she sighs.
"Oh, how curious! A talking dog! And a northern barbarian! And a talking... bug! I feel like I'm caught in one of Nonna's stories. Are little pigwiggens with fey wings about to attack us? Or a unicorn?"
Alinya's fanciful levity quickly fades to the grim realities of combat. For the last time today she summons a floating disembodied hand to do her bidding.
To the northman and the bug she says, "I'mAlinyaPleasedToMeetYouBoth, but introductions later, perhaps?"
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Edwin takes a 5'step back, putting the security of Rholf between himself and the large talking canine. He then calmly fires a silver arrow at the beast.
Nonplussed as his arrow flies wide of it's intended mark, He calmly draws another.
"That was your only warning shot!" he says gravely.
Right on......Larissa and Rholfy up to bat.
Right on......Larissa and Rholfy up to bat.
.....and,.....I can't post on Paizo right now worth a flip, so I'll be back in a while.
Huzzzah!
"Resplendent! I was beginning to get worried."
"No need to worry, O strange new friend. As dear Edwin has already said, we have faced great evil already today, and I am sure we will once again prevail. Is it rude to ask... ah... what you are?"
Alinya is slim and short and very young, and carries herself with a noble bearing that's borne out by her upper-class accent. Her traveling gear is ever so well made, and surprisingly low on mud considering the state of the rest of the party.
The small creature is a humanoid insect being who is approximately 3ft tall and looks like a strong wind could blow him away. Its shell is mottled dark brown/black, and it reflects light with a reddish sheen.
"I am a Dromite. I am from the warren near here. We live underground in hives, and I am on a mission to recover some of our egglings who have been stolen from us."
"Kidnapping!? A most grievous offense. No matter the species." Edwin says while pulling another arrow.
"Well, Let us first attend to these rather overeager canines, and go from there, shall we?" He asks pleasantly, as if out for a stroll.
The Ulfen seems oblivious to the banter going on around him. His eyes are focused on the worg, the bright metal axe slowly turning over in his hand.
The teen-aged girl in the party stares wide-eyed at both of the newcomers before realizing she's being rude. The stare does make it hard to overlook the fact that her rather large eyes don't match each other. Her long black hair seems to have a mind of its own, moving restlessly about her shoulders seemingly contrary to what breeze there is.
Concluding that the newcomers are friends, she smiles and turns to the matter at hand. With a brief prayer, she conjures up a glowing scimitar that flies toward the creature that originally hailed the group.
The Ulfen seems oblivious to the banter going on around him. His eyes are focused on the worg, the bright metal axe slowly turning over in his hand.
She starts a low, rolling growl that you can feel in your chest between the powerful but calm palpitations of your heart.
Her grin wraps around her face, her mane stands up almost as if electric, as if to say that she senses you are the buck in this herd with the most points.
The teen-aged girl in the party stares wide-eyed at both of the newcomers before realizing she's being rude. The stare does make it hard to overlook the fact that her rather large eyes don't match each other. Her long black hair seems to have a mind of its own, moving restlessly about her shoulders seemingly contrary to what breeze there is.
Concluding that the newcomers are friends, she smiles and turns to the matter at hand. With a brief prayer, she conjures up a glowing scimitar that flies toward the creature that originally hailed the group.
[dice=Spiritual Weapon (scimitar)]1d20 + 5
[dice=Damage]1d8 + 1
The scimitar of Saranrae draws first blood. Mayhap it's a sign.....
Rholf's up, then the wolves, and then the newcomers.
Nitey nite!!!
"An excellent spell selection Larissa! Most effective."
"The lady wields the sword. Or one of her angels. I only ask that they use it on our behalf."
Rholf says a short prayer, beseeching Sarenrae to bless him as the ever-present flames atop his mop dance their peculiar jig, leaping up into the evening air.
Prayer completed, Rholf steps to face the oncoming pack of hungry pelts , hammer and shield at the ready.
"The lady wields the sword. Or one of her angels. I only ask that they use it on our behalf."
"Oh I quite agree. And the effects are most spectacular! As are Rholf's newly bulging thews," Alinya pauses, almost blushing. "Um... thews are muscles, right?"
Okay. Wolves are up.
attack coming shortly.
The huge b%*$~ wolf charges Larissa. She's hit, and savaged; 16 hp and trip roll 22 vs her cmd of 15; the huge thing shakes her like a ragdoll and slams her prone.
It puts a paw on her commandingly, and glowers and growls at the viking badass.
"I take the fallen lambs of your herd......are you going to defend them?"
The five worgs coming behind Leik.....the back two circle around to approach from south.
One charges Leik, but doesn't get past his 22 a.c.
The next goes after Alinya. But the heroes continue to enjoy the protection of sucky dice rolls........that wolf misses as well.
The final wolf, seeing Leik missed by its compatriot, also charges the insectoid hero, and hits; Leik takes 8 hp of damage, and a 16 vs. his cmd which I can't seem to locate.
So, it's......the group's attack. Newguys, group, wolves; if you mix it up at this point it's all copacetic.
HUZZAH!!!
Ragnvaldr presses his way through the crowd, stepping between Larissa and the alpha wolf. He comes in low, but launches himself forward with surprising force.
"You want anything more than a taste, you come through me first!" The Ulfen clangs his axe on his shield, preparing for the wolf's counterattack.
From her position on the ground, Larissa growls, sounding a lot like the b**** that threw her down. Flexing her clawed hands, she Doug's into the she-wolf's soft belly even as Sareneae's Spiritual Scimitar comes at the creature's flank.
She doesn't try to move, but her hair is in a frenzy and her fallen quarterstaff rolls away like it has a mind of its own.
Rholf takes a magic-imbued whack at the wolf directly in front of him with his shiny hammer.
+1 Warhammer Attack:
Damage:
Ragnvaldr presses his way through the crowd, stepping between Larissa and the alpha wolf. He comes in low, but launches himself forward with surprising force.
"You want anything more than a taste, you come through me first!" The Ulfen clangs his axe on his shield, preparing for the wolf's counterattack.
The Northman smashes hard. A tooth flies out of her head, another sticks in his shield.
She doesn't budge any though; the CMD roll too low.
From her position on the ground, Larissa growls, sounding a lot like the b**** that threw her down. Flexing her clawed hands, she Doug's into the she-wolf's soft belly even as Sareneae's Spiritual Scimitar comes at the creature's flank.
[dice=Spiritual Weapon (scimitar)]1d20 + 5
[dice=Damage]1d8 + 1[dice=Claw]1d20 + 4
[dice=Damage]1d4 + 2[dice=Claw]1d20 + 4
[dice=Damage]1d4 + 2She doesn't try to move, but her hair is in a frenzy and her fallen quarterstaff rolls away like it has a mind of its own.
Neither scimitar nor claw finds purchase in the creature's hide.
Rholf takes a magic-imbued whack at the wolf directly in front of him with his shiny hammer.
+1 Warhammer Attack: 1d20+5+2
Damage: 1d8+2+2
Rholf wounds it hard, but it proves to be a tough critcher.
Leik, Alinya, and Elgan are up to bat.
Huzzzah! Nitey nite!!!
Edwin draws and fires, studying the warg for any sign of weaknesses,...
Thanks!!!
Edwin draws and fires, studying the warg for any sign of weaknesses,...
1d20+6; 1d6
Beldan misses his foe.....
Leik; Alinya are up.
Alinya squeals and stumbles backwards as giant fangs flash near her face. All thoughts of offense vanish as she nearly falls over, and instead her hands twist in the fundamental sigils of defense and protection.
"Eeek! Get away from me. Shoo!"
Alinya learns that these things might actually smell fear.......the attacker's eyes lock on her; it's an excited worg now......
Leik's turn.........
Leik will charge to S15
...and attack with his glowing daggers of energy!
As each dagger hits a small wave of red energy washes off of it and it loses some of its glow.
The three "normal" sized worgs on him are faked out by the nimble darting of the insectman, and so don't get an aoo;
big mama worg, however, snaps at him.
He takes a crit, no confirm; Leik takes 16 hp in damage.
dc 16 vs his cmd to be tripped by the mama worg.
His daggers both connect though; it's getting carved up ruthlessly.
Their attacks, shortly.