
TarkXT |

AS Noonan and Mumbar prove their utter unfaithfulness to the god of killy and healy NAri manages to hurt one of the cultists while Weep Not laughs at a guy who largely ignores her (makes his save).
Noonan's wild rampage is cut short as the bowmen back off and shoot him square in the chest 7 damage and 5 damage respectively.
The two clubmen watch the big man fall before approaching 5 ft. shift and lifting their clubs to bash the orcs head in.[ooc]6 damage. your low acs are killing me here I'm not even rolling all that high
The man in the top hat smiles as he lifts his gun into the air and casts anotehr spell.
"REJOICE MY BROTHERS FOR A NON-BELIEVER FALLS! I WIELD IN MY HAND I WIELD THE DARK TOUCH OF NETHYS'S WRATH! IN MY OTHER HAND I HOLD HIS VENGEANCE!"
Ouch. Time to start rolling good guys it's looking bad. I actually forgot about their buff until I finished the turn.

Mumbar Clochhafan |

I tried to use the spear to attack from distance. Trying to use reach feature to limit access to his low AC. Keep them clubs away. Apparently this tactic is not a viable one. ;-)
*Grunt* of pain from the club.
Aiming once again at the one he has wounded before.
Attack 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19 damage 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
"Rejoice..."

TarkXT |

Both saves made. Soooooo, who feels like joining the Cult?
BAcking up and thrusting forward Mumbar manages to catch the wounded cultist by surprise and easily impales him pulling it out just in time for the man to slump to the ground.
NAri's attempts to put fear into the gunman fails and with a smirk he laughs.
"Ya can't bewitch me heretic I hold the will of NEthys in my heart and your DESTRUCTION in maaaah hand."
He raises up his gun and takes aim.
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26 Attack 1 on Mumbar targeting touch AC.
1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 Damage
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8Crit confirm on Mumbar
3d8 + 9 ⇒ (7, 2, 7) + 9 = 25 Damage
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18 Attack 2 on Mumbar
1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11 Damage
And shoots Mumbar in the face.
As the rest of the cultists move in to finish off the group the gunman raises the staff in his otherhand. The cultists halt briefly ready to jump at the merest gesture. Readying actions.
"Surrender now and CONFESS your sins to the master and you may yet be spared the hand of destruction and presented the hand of life."

Mumbar Clochhafan |

2 hours give or take...
As another club-wielding thug takes a tumble, Mumbar takes a split second to appreciate the glistening wetness on his spearhead. Casting his eyes about for the next opponent, he hears the distinctive sound of a hammer and cock resounding, without thought he drops to the ground as he feels splash of wetness swinging him back. Hard. A second shot rings out, accompanied by another serious tug on his much repaired hide armor. This one empathetically encouraged him to drop all the way to the ground.
No time for words. So many things he could've done better.