"Ouch!" Edwin says, deadpan, as the wolf bites him. Again.
"Now that's just rude!" He mutters, sliding to the side, leaving a smear of blood on the ground behind him.
The detective steps swiftly back a step, and opens his mouth to scream, but nothing comes out. The Worg, however, doesn't seem to like what he hears,...
Edwin hears, from somewhere on the ground, "They're definitely light on manners!"
[dice=ATK 1]1d20+8
[dice=DMG 1]1d6+1+1d8[dice=ATK 2]1d20+8
[dice=DMG 2]1d4+1+1d8
Leik hits W3 twice; it's getting deader, but still up.
There's four left.
If it makes you feel better, I rolled 3 one's to hit in one round.
"Ouch!" Edwin says, deadpan, as the wolf bites him. Again.
"Now that's just rude!" He mutters, sliding to the side, leaving a smear of blood on the ground behind him.
The detective steps swiftly back a step, and opens his mouth to scream, but nothing comes out. The Worg, however, doesn't seem to like what he hears,...
2d6
W5, up to now totally unbloodied, is now bleeding out of its ears and staggering around now, looking dazed.
Alinya's up.
Alinya crawls backwards on both hands, grateful once again for her arcane protections. Her third hand applies its last charge of frost magic to her wolf. "Well cast, Edwin!" she manages to call, "Few living creatures are resistant to sonic energies!"
Edwin straightens his tie, not that it does much good against the backdrop of bloody wounds he now wears.
"The pen is mightier than the sword. But few can withstand a thorough drubbing to the ears!" He agrees.
Alinya crawls backwards on both hands, grateful once again for her arcane protections. Her third hand applies its last charge of frost magic to her wolf. "Well cast, Edwin!" she manages to call, "Few living creatures are resistant to sonic energies!"
Her wolf takes some damage; good damage this time. It's still fighting thoug.
The worg's go.
Rholfy is hit for 5 hp in damage.
Leik is missed
Ragnvaldr gets hit for 8 hp, tripped on a 15 vs his cmd.
Larissa's hit for 7 hp damage.
Group's attack!
Worg 1 and 3 are pretty messed up, 4 and 5 not so much but have taken a bit of damage.
+1 Warhammer Attack:
Damage:
Rholf yelps when the wolf bites him, and convulses from the pain as he swings, causing him to miss wildly... Pain and frustration momentarily get the better of him, and he has to bite back a word or two as he regains his composure, glaring at the feral animal standing over him...
"You'll pay for that bite with your life, mutt."
"You taste like suckling pig, humon....."
the wicked worg retorts.
(through a mouth full of broken teeth.....)
Larissa grimly directs her assault against Alinya's attacker .
Larissa misses both attempts.
"Nice try, humon;" it hisses.
Damn smack talkin' worgs......
edit I missed the scimitar; while it's talking smack, the scimitar puts a stripe on it.
It's still alive though.
Alinya considers her gravely reduces resources, mentally reviewing the few spells she has left before she rests. They don't seem particularly helpful. With a half shrug she decides against an actual spell, instead she tries to directly draw off some of the wolf's life-force, creating a direct channel from her conjured hand to Pharasma's Boneyard.
"This crawling around in the dirt is getting absurd. Absurd!"
[dice=ATK 1]1d20+8
[dice=DMG 1]1d6+1+1d8[dice=ATK 2]1d20+8
[dice=DMG 2]1d4+1
Leik only connects once, but it's too much for the wounded worg.
It falls.
3 left.
[dice=crit confirm roll]1d20+8
[dice=extra dmg if crit]1d6+1
It's deader still....;)
Alinya considers her gravely reduces resources, mentally reviewing the few spells she has left before she rests. They don't seem particularly helpful. With a half shrug she decides against an actual spell, instead she tries to directly draw off some of the wolf's life-force, creating a direct channel from her conjured hand to Pharasma's Boneyard.
"This crawling around in the dirt is getting absurd. Absurd!"
The worg recoils from her touch.....she can't get ahold of the canine.
Edwin; Ragnvaldr left to attack.
"My father's wolfhounds would have ripped you apart by now."
Seeing the wolves dropping quickly, the Ulfen chuckles a hoarse laugh and steps up to assist the fallen Rholf.
"My father's wolfhounds would have ripped you apart by now."
"Doubtful. They were owned by humons. THAT betrays weakness."
Seeing the wolves dropping quickly, the Ulfen chuckles a hoarse laugh and steps up to assist the fallen Rholf.
The viking's mighty shield smashes the worg unto its doom.
Its soul departs for Wargrvalhall.
Worg 4 attacks the mighty Ragnvaldr.
misses.
Worg 5 decides that discretion is the better part of valor, and full defense retreats up the road a ways.
Group's attack!
Rholf channels to heal the group, then scrambles to his feet.
Channel positive energy:
"Thanks, my new and very large friend!"
The changeling remains focused on the foe as her mystical scimitar contines its own assault. .
Rholf makes everybody feel much better.
The scimitar and claw find the worg's blood, and it is more injured now.
It still has some fight left in it though.
Leik; Edwin; Ragnvaldr; Alinya up to bat this round.
With the remaining worg in retreat, Ragnvaldr turns to the only survivor still impudent enough to attack. With a furious yell, he brings both arms sweeping down with terrible strength.
Ragnvaldr finishes the worg harshly and with a wicked finality.
The place is silent.
End of combat (besides the worg that is fleeing; if you want to range weapon against it go for it.....)
xp 500 each.
"Let it run, that it may teach its children to be wiser than its companions," Ragnvaldr pulls a ragged looking cloth from his pack, cleaning the gore from his blade and shield. After a moment, he glances around at the others.
"I am Ragnvaldr the Grey, warrior of the Winterheart tribe and oathsworn to Pharasma's holy service," he says emphatically, placing a fist over his chest after stowing the axe in his hip sheath.
Castiel (or to Ragnvaldr and Leik......an unconscious dude in armor, in a hastily created stretcher) coughs and wheezes, and then stares off into something in the sky.
Kneeling by the man's litter, the Ulfen places a hand on his neck.
"This man seems out of his senses... has he been stricken by some curse or magic?"
He seems okay all over. He's breathing and has a pulse.
He's just recently........been afflicted; i.e. his muscles are still goodly sized and not locked up.
But he's in a coma.
You've seen it before, when people get hit in the head, or really sick without the benefit of divine or standard healer, or just.....the afflictions of old age,....(which are rare in this cruel world; rarer still in this cruel world's cruel northern climes).
Sometimes, the comatose wake up inexplicably. Sometimes, they're in near perfect health, and they magically wake up. And,....sometimes they wither and float gently to Pharasma's place of greeting.
It's really a mystery that perhaps only the Lords of Reality understand.
Leik will rub its antennae together (attempt to focus on the ring to see which way he needs to go to find the egglings)
Standing next to Castiel's stretcher, Rholf says to Ragnvaldr; "He's... elsewhere... We're heading back to Lepidstadt with him and information. Our task is very... time-sensitive. You two" Rholf also gestures to Leik all friendly-like "are most welcome to journey with us."
Rholf then says a quick prayer of thanks, channeling healing energy once more.
Channel positive energy:
Leik will rub its antennae together (attempt to focus on the ring to see which way he needs to go to find the egglings)
South.
"are you heading south by chance? I must go that direction to save my clan's young."
"Indeed, you are most welcome."
Larissa looks at the other party members to assess the injuries.
Larissa looks at the creature's interesting physiology as though she's just realized he's not human. "I've never seen someone like you, ah, sir. I will ask for my goddesses' blessing to heal you. Do you heal like one such as I?"
Frowning, she closes her eyes and beseeches her ladies once again.
Leik's wounds close fully after the second wave of energy washes over it.
"Indeed, I am harmed and healed just like humans. My exoskeleton is a bit less squishy though. I believe my clan's younglings were taken through Lepdstadt for slavery or worse. I have a ring that can detect their direction from me, and it tells me south. We should be able to get care for your fallen comrade in Lepdstadt as well. We should be going soon."
She smiles at the eventual success of her prayers and nods. "Let us continue before the cur returns with a new pack."