Nasar's Clubbed Narrative

Game Master Nigawabi

Nasar the rouge has always had a wild time holding onto people. When he is cursed with a sentient shadow of an Ooze he slowly begins to turn the only thing by his side. Where will this dynamic duo go next!?!


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M Fetchling Rogue 9 | HP 73 | AC 21 T 18 FF 21| Ft +7, Rf +15, Wl +5| Init +12 | Perc +13|

Nasar eyes up the sun, gauging how much time they have left. "Hmm I need to grab a couple things first. Then I'll wait for them. Few miscellanies items before we go. Want to tag along?"
Nasar is looking to purchase
- 3 iron spikes
- A masterwork survival kit
- Extra firewood and tinder


Male Human

With the sun being on a decline its past noonish, Sure I'll tag along, and with that they go purchase the necessary things without a hitch and make it back to the library as the sun starts to reach the golden hour. The girls are standing around talking to a tan human male who looks to be in his 30's. They laugh as they see Nasar and Deract and wave him over.

Lily introduces the man, Nasar and Deract this is Alfonso we met him in town and were just finishing up a conversation.

Alfonso speaks in a suave lighthearted accent as he extends a hand to shake, Please to meet your acquaintance Nasar and Deract, you two are very lucky to have such fun loving gals around you all day. I'm sure you know the beauties you have with you! And they all give a girly giggle.


M Fetchling Rogue 9 | HP 73 | AC 21 T 18 FF 21| Ft +7, Rf +15, Wl +5| Init +12 | Perc +13|

Nasar adjusts his cowl and scarf, keeping his face hidden from the stranger...since someone just gave out his name for free. "I'm sure you are Alfonso." He then turns his attention to the team. "It's about time we settle down for the night. We need to be rested and up bright and early."


Male Human

They all nod as they wave Alfonso off. He sighs in dismay as he grabs Lily's hand, Alas we must end this nice day together so soon? What if I may never see you again and only be able to see you in my dreams?

Lily holds his hand and trails up to his face and holds his face and gives him a peck on the lips. It doesn't have to be in your dreams. And she gives him a wink as they all walk away to find an inn.

Genesis looks around, So are we splitting rooms since we have a bit of cash now?

The merchant gave you each 200 gold for the escort.


M Fetchling Rogue 9 | HP 73 | AC 21 T 18 FF 21| Ft +7, Rf +15, Wl +5| Init +12 | Perc +13|

"That's fine, I'll be taking a single room to make some plans for the mission. Start moving gear from my pack to the bag of holding. And-" Nasar holds out a hand to Marissa and speaks pretty sternly "I'll be taking back that rune now Marissa."


Male Human

Marissa huffs and pulls Llamrei’s hide out and hands it over to Nasar. They all make their way to the in and all get their rooms and unless Nasar has anything else to attend to they all head to bed.

Just note what is going in the bob of holding.


M Fetchling Rogue 9 | HP 73 | AC 21 T 18 FF 21| Ft +7, Rf +15, Wl +5| Init +12 | Perc +13|

Items moving to the bag of holding:
Flask, Empty
Flint'n'Steel
Hot Weather Outfit
Sack 9
Jar 5
Good Lock DC 30, break DC 18; hard 5, 15 hp (Must be installed into door or lock)
Super Cool Lock (Open Lock DC 40, break DC 28; hard 8, 60 hp) (Must be installed into door or lock)
Gauntlet of Fumbling
Orb of Bounty Call (Platinum)
Silver Necklace
10 Days worth of horse feed
50 feet of Fishing line
Darkleaf Lamellar Armour +4 AC, Light, Dex Cap 7 {Broken}
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Nasar packs everything away sits on his bed holding the runic hide. I don't understand, nothing happened to that guy when she- unless she drained only a small- he could have been under her control- unless her draining is controllable- but why wouldn't she- what the hell did I miss today?- And why I'm I so angry about it?! After letting out a sigh, unable to get his thoughts straight "I can't focus like this, I need time to take my mind of this. Or better yet...I need to work this one out the best way I know how." Nasar uses the rune to work out some unsolved frustrations in the arena before bed.


Male Human

The rune glows faintly before Nasar is whisked to the arena lobby where many people gather and talk some of varying species and other Nasar can even fathom to understand.


M Fetchling Rogue 9 | HP 73 | AC 21 T 18 FF 21| Ft +7, Rf +15, Wl +5| Init +12 | Perc +13|

Nasar takes a stroll around keeping an eye out for some familiar faces as he makes way to the overseer to try and get a fight set up.


Male Human

He slips past Balthazar the dragonkin as he argues with another patron of the arena. And he sees the two TMNT brothers drinking and having a grand ol time but beyond that all the other faces mix in with the crowds.

Nasar finds Varis in his throne watching an exhibition take place between a Vrock male and an aasimar paladin. He looks to Nasar, Is it not glorious to be apart of something so great, to give the people a show and experiences they will never forget. You have been dearly missed Nasar, but seeing as you are here now and the arena has been fixed from its prior pest problem you may want to indulge yourself in- He smiles and goes to drink from his large chalice. Glorious combat?


M Fetchling Rogue 9 | HP 73 | AC 21 T 18 FF 21| Ft +7, Rf +15, Wl +5| Init +12 | Perc +13|

Nasar smiles at Varis ”Ai, a good fight is exactly what I’m here for. I assume since I’ve been so missed, you already have an opponent in mind for me?”
Well the voices haven’t come back yet. Good sign. I was somewhat scared about coming back here that I’d lose control so this is a good start.


Male Human

Varis smirks, Two warriors have faced the Brachidyos so far and neither of them have been able to slay the beast. They kept getting tossed around by its explosive discharge. Think you have what it takes to take down this titan of a beast? He drinks from his chalice once more.


M Fetchling Rogue 9 | HP 73 | AC 21 T 18 FF 21| Ft +7, Rf +15, Wl +5| Init +12 | Perc +13|

Nasar looks certainly puzzled ”The what? I don’t even know how to pronounce what you just said, let alone know what it is.”


Male Human

Varis laughs, A Brachidyos. Bra-key-dee-ous. It is a giant 2 legged beast that uses its arms like a fighter would. Except it can apply it’s explosive saliva to create devastating explosions! he laughs, Care to tread where others have failed?


M Fetchling Rogue 9 | HP 73 | AC 21 T 18 FF 21| Ft +7, Rf +15, Wl +5| Init +12 | Perc +13|

Nasar does some warm up stretches as he laughs ”Sure sign me up, I was ready to fight just about anyone. Not fully sure how this will go but hell the challenge sounds like fun!”


Male Human

Varis leans back in joy as a bit of his scarlet red wine escapes the chalice to drop back in. Excellent! Effi tell the shadow keepers a new challenger wishes to face the Brachidyos! He waves off his Elephant ally. Nasar go see the lobby steward when you are ready to be taken down to the arena. People will soon start placing bets and if you win you will earn your winnings! He sips from his chalice. May the shadows be in your corner kayal. And he sends Nasar away unless he has anything else to say.


M Fetchling Rogue 9 | HP 73 | AC 21 T 18 FF 21| Ft +7, Rf +15, Wl +5| Init +12 | Perc +13|

Nasar goes to the weird not shop keeper for some bandolier, 2 fly pots and 6 jars of liquid ice.


Male Human

The shade merchant in the lobby conjures up the items and moves them over and above Nasar he can see the bets rack up on a large shadow monitor. The shades ghastly voice echos, Remember these disappear after the match so use what you need. Good luuuuck.

The slowly rises with Nasar’s chances versus the Brachydios sitting around 5% to win and the total betting rising ever so fast against him. Nasar spies Shock Top the lizard at the betting counter as well before he finishes up.


M Fetchling Rogue 9 | HP 73 | AC 21 T 18 FF 21| Ft +7, Rf +15, Wl +5| Init +12 | Perc +13|

As Nasar gears up, putting on the bandolier and loading it with the two potions along with all the liquid ice. ”Unless you’re betting on me, might as well just hand your gold to me now. I don’t plan to leave that fight until I’ve defeated that beast.”


Male Human

A cyclops holding two beers in hand yells aloud to a nearby giant, Oi you hear him! He thinks he's coming out alive! He and the giant laugh hardily.

Anything else Nasar wants to do do it then approach the counter.


M Fetchling Rogue 9 | HP 73 | AC 21 T 18 FF 21| Ft +7, Rf +15, Wl +5| Init +12 | Perc +13|

Before entering he goes back to the counter for one last item. ”Can I also get some sort of pair of bracers/gloves that are heat resistant?” After that, Nasar will have everything he needs and is ready to start the fight.


Male Human

The shadow hands him two Grill Gloves with the amazing heat resistant technology to grab anything by the hot steamy horns. They fit snuggly enough to allow him to use his hands as usual but now have 2 rubbery bright red gloves over them. He makes his way over to the counter and begins to make his arrangements, as he is taken to the center to be teleported to the arena he faintly hears the shadows calling to him once more. Whispers of death and violence echo in his head anticipating bloodshed.

Nasar stands now in the arena in one corner of this 60 feet area. The announcer stands in the middle with a hand raised and begins, AND NOW WITHOUT FURTHER ADO THE SHOW YOU ALL HAVE BEEN WAITING TO SEE! THE FEARLESS NASAR IKMEER FACING OFF AGINST THE MIND BLOWING BRACHIDYOS! LAIDES, GENTLEMEN, GENIES, AND LEMURES LET US SEE OUR CHALLANGER!

For reference.

A large gate opens as two red eyes peer through the darkness, two large scaly feet emerge as a giant bipedal lizard with sapphire blue scales makes its entrance. Green spittle dripping from its mouth topped with a giant blunt horn atop its head. Its arms look swollen and round at their ends, perfect for delivering brutal punches. It lets out a massive roar as it steps out. It slams its arms against the ground as it sways back and forth almost like a boxer would.

The announcer looks back at the beast before saying, AND NOW... GET READY FOLKS! His hand flies down as he floats upward to avoid the brawl. FIGHT!

Initiative Nasar: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22
Initiative Brach: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

The beast stands 50 feet away from Nasar and is a Huge sized creature.


M Fetchling Rogue 9 | HP 73 | AC 21 T 18 FF 21| Ft +7, Rf +15, Wl +5| Init +12 | Perc +13|

"Must my full name really be made known so casually...at least I keep my face hidden though." While mildly annoyed with his identity constantly given out for free, Nasar grabs a potion of flight and chugs it right away to start the fight using the distance between them as a buffer while he uses his first turn to gain the ability to fly.


Male Human

The Brach roars once more and Nasar is a bit taken aback by the strength of the roar.

Twist Away: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (10) + 15 = 25

He isn’t deafened by the roar but he is a bit off as the beast salivates profusely and moves around waiting on Nasar’s move. It’s shiny deep blue scales glistening in the shadow arenas lights.


M Fetchling Rogue 9 | HP 73 | AC 21 T 18 FF 21| Ft +7, Rf +15, Wl +5| Init +12 | Perc +13|

In his slightly disoriented state, Nasar as ends upwards 20 feet and approaches the beast, only moving 20 ft forward. This puts Nasar 30 ft away and 20 ft up in the air relative to his enemy.


Male Human

The beast laps up its spittle and smears it all over its fists, coating its arms in green slime. It roars once more as it prepares to make its approach.

Twist Away: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (20) + 15 = 35

Nasar only slightly is taken by the bestial roar but is otherwise fine.


M Fetchling Rogue 9 | HP 73 | AC 21 T 18 FF 21| Ft +7, Rf +15, Wl +5| Init +12 | Perc +13|

Nasar now moves the remaining 30 feet, putting him 20 ft directly over the beast. While still somewhat staggered, he is unable to do much more now besides having a nasty staring contest with the loud animal.


Male Human

The monster plants a fist on the ground leaving green residue on the floor as it uses the fist to pivot to the side giving Nasar a chance to attack as it passes him and it rears back and sends a fist flying upward at Nasar.

Punch: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29
DMG: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Nasar is decked by a giant fist and as it gut punches him it leaves a giant green blob of saliva on him.

The slime can be wiped off with a standard action.

The announcer yells out, OHH AND THE FIRST TRADE OF BLOWS BEGIN!!


M Fetchling Rogue 9 | HP 73 | AC 21 T 18 FF 21| Ft +7, Rf +15, Wl +5| Init +12 | Perc +13|

Nasar does in fact take offense to the monster moving around while he gets all up in its maw, so he takes a slice’a’roo at it.
Cuckri: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (13) + 16 = 29
dmg: 1d4 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
Hp 63
With Nasar stabilizing himself in the air, he begins his own assault onto the beast now that they are face to face. Or face to entire body. Unsure of the level of intelligence the monster has, Nasar begins with a classic fake out to open for more sick combos, but it’s even more stylish since he can do even more twists and turns since he’s flying.
feint: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (6) + 22 = 28
.
Kukri: 1d20 + 16 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 16 - 2 = 21
dmg: 1d4 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
snek: 5d6 ⇒ (3, 4, 5, 5, 3) = 20
.
Kukri: 1d20 + 16 - 2 - 5 ⇒ (17) + 16 - 2 - 5 = 26
crit?: 1d20 + 16 - 2 - 5 ⇒ (20) + 16 - 2 - 5 = 29
dmg: 1d4 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
critdmg: 1d4 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
snek: 5d6 ⇒ (1, 6, 5, 2, 1) = 15
.
Cutlass: 1d20 + 15 - 2 - 5 ⇒ (11) + 15 - 2 - 5 = 19
dmg: 1d6 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
Snek: 5d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 3, 6, 4) = 20


Male Human

Nasar cuts into the beast on the attack but doesn't seem to tear through the monsters thick scales.

Nasar twists and turns as he slashes at the monster, the first feint attack manages to knock it off balance but it stabilizes itself with its massive pronged tail. Nasar slices into the beast and manages to get the second slash it though it is extremely difficult to pierce the beasts scales and not all of Nasar's damage goes through.

The announcer speaks, And a flurry from Nasar with his signature feint combo! But it seems the Brachidyos is built to counter flanks and feints! That tail could prove as a mighty challenge unless Nasar tries to-

The begins to chant like its 'Suplex City', CUTTTT ITTTT OFFFFF!!! And they clap 5 times.

The beast backs up planting both hands as it plows backward giving Nasar a chance to take an attack of opportunity once more before before it rears back and secretes more green fluid out the top of its head as it headbutts the ground spraying more green fluid everywhere on the ground around the beast.

The saliva on Nasar's chest turns a bright yellow.

Take an attack of op the beast is now 40 feet back and surrounded by green fluid.


M Fetchling Rogue 9 | HP 73 | AC 21 T 18 FF 21| Ft +7, Rf +15, Wl +5| Init +12 | Perc +13|

AoO: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (8) + 16 = 24
dmg: 1d4 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
After taking a swing with his Kukri, nasar takes the time to scrape off the goop. With it changing colors that sounds like its charging up to explode. After that Nasar puts away his cutlass in exchange for one of his liquid ice jars.


Male Human

Nasar missed.

The beast picks up its hands and charges mid-air Nasar scrapping up more goop from what it left on the ground to bash him. The goop turns yellow as he travels toward Nasar.

Punch: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23
DMG: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

More yellow goop is plastered onto Nasar's face as he whips out the flask and it sent reeling as the blow lands him right in the mouth sending him spinning. The beast lets out a roar not as powerful but definitely lets Nasar know this thing means business.


M Fetchling Rogue 9 | HP 73 | AC 21 T 18 FF 21| Ft +7, Rf +15, Wl +5| Init +12 | Perc +13|

Hp 54
With the beast right up in Nasar’s Grill again, he takes the opportunity to fly up again to be now 20 feet above the creature’s head. After the repositioning, Nasar rains down the first jar of ice.
Ice lob: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 6


Male Human

The ice bomb comes crashing down on the Brach and the cool frost cloud envelopes the beast, as the frost washes away the spittle from the beasts hands and head it looks Nasar with it lets out a roar before retreating some 60 feet away from Nasar with saliva oozing from its mouth again soon after.

The yellow goop on Nasar's face though he can't see it turns a bright red and begins to feel warm on Nasar's face.

Announcer:OH BOY AND A DIRECT HIT FROM NASAR WITH A FREEZE BOMB, COMPLETLY NUETRALIZNG THE BEASTS EXPLOSIVE SALIVA! BUT CAN HE SAVE HIMSELF BEFORE IT BLOWS UP IN HIS FACE?!

The crowd cheers as they watch the ice storm explode on the beast.


M Fetchling Rogue 9 | HP 73 | AC 21 T 18 FF 21| Ft +7, Rf +15, Wl +5| Init +12 | Perc +13|

Nasar takes a moment to wipe off the goop that seems soon to burst. ”C’mon Club, let’s show off our new trick. Get on my hand and start charging up.”
With his standard action to wipe off the goop, he uses the move action to start club’s charge time. Then he can finish getting him primed during next turn.


Male Human

The beast slobbers all over its arms to reapply its explosive saliva. The various spots on the ground covered in goop turn red after being on the ground for this long. The beast lets out a roar that is just barely out of Nasar's range to hurt him. It moves to the side to close the distance after to about 40 feet.


M Fetchling Rogue 9 | HP 73 | AC 21 T 18 FF 21| Ft +7, Rf +15, Wl +5| Init +12 | Perc +13|

Nasar spends the more a bit more time readying Club, cupping his hand so he can pool around and get spicy and ready to be thrown. While club is heating up, Nasar closes the gap so Nasar is once again 20 feet directly above the beast.


Male Human

The beast looks straight up and salivates extremely before he roars and spurts forth its spit upward in a shower.

Reflex: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16

oh god im so sorry

Nasar is bathed in the green goop but the saliva that hits Nasar's hand reacts almost instantly turning bright red and blowing up on his hand. This chains into an exponentially bigger explosion from both Club and the goop he is covered in.

Clubsplosion: 4d10 + 9 ⇒ (1, 6, 10, 2) + 9 = 28
Brachi'die'os: 2d8 + 8 ⇒ (7, 6) + 8 = 21

The crowd sees a giant fireball of fire envelope the rogue and blow away as the pressure releases outward. Club can be felt dissipating back to the Plane of Shadow off Nasar's hand.

The crowd erupts in a roar as the announcer yells out. AND A RAIN OF PAIN ON NASAR AS HIS PLAN IS FOILED BY THE BLAST HUGRY RAGE OF THE BRACHYDIOS!! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN CAN HE STILL STAND AFTER A BLAST LIKE THAT?!

Nasar hears the crowd yelling various things.

I never saw an explosion from him like that!?
What a light show!
No! My winnings are as good as gone!?
Your winnings are all but mine!!

Nasar floats above the best a charred mess but still floating as the magic hasn't worn off.


M Fetchling Rogue 9 | HP 73 | AC 21 T 18 FF 21| Ft +7, Rf +15, Wl +5| Init +12 | Perc +13|

Hp 5
Nasar looks, bad. He has the appearance that a stiff breeze could finish him off. ”Oh to hell with this”
ice: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Nasar throws the liquid ice at the horrifying explosion beast before rising high into the sky, 30 feet to be exact so he can possibly start healing.


Male Human

The beast takes another ice shower as it washes off his saliva he was just covered with. It lets out a roar as it jumps up trying to hit Nasar but Nasar is too high.


M Fetchling Rogue 9 | HP 73 | AC 21 T 18 FF 21| Ft +7, Rf +15, Wl +5| Init +12 | Perc +13|

Nasar reaches into his pack for his wand of CLW ”I AM SICK AND TIRED OF BEING
BLOWN UP AND SET ON FIRE! NOW YOU BE A GOOD PET AND STAY THERE YOU BIPEDAL B~*&#”

umd: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (9) + 14 = 23
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Hp 9


Male Human

The beast jumps up trying to reach Nasar before he lets out another bestial roar that shakes the arena around him causing rocks to shuffle and Nasar to squirm.

Twist Away: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28

He is fine otherwise. The crowd starts to cheer for Nasar as he heals up.

Get back in and beat his a$&!!
Give up already!
Go for the tail!!


M Fetchling Rogue 9 | HP 73 | AC 21 T 18 FF 21| Ft +7, Rf +15, Wl +5| Init +12 | Perc +13|

”Stupid roaring, throwing me off my groove.”
With his only actions nasar wands himself again to heal a bit more.
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Hp 16


Male Human

The Brachidyos slams its hands on the ground leaving green residue all over the place as he growls at the dangling meat sack floating in the air. The announcer begins, And now healing his wounds what is our contender to do? It shouldn’t come as a shock that the Brachidyos doesn’t have much for range but it’s not down and out yet!


M Fetchling Rogue 9 | HP 73 | AC 21 T 18 FF 21| Ft +7, Rf +15, Wl +5| Init +12 | Perc +13|

Nasar begins back peddling away from the monster, using his 60 ft of movement to put him right at the edge of the arena, with his second movement he lowers himself back to head height as he was before.
”OH COME ON DON’T GIVE UP NOW YOU SCALY KANGAROO! YOU CAN REACH ME NOW, JUST HAVE TO COME GET ME!”


Male Human

As Nasar reaches the edge of the arena he sees a sheet of darkness below made up of thousands of shadow hands grabbing at whatever is unfortunate enough to fall in.

The crowd cheers as the beast gives a roar and charges Nasar head on! It secretes its explosive juices as it prepares for a flying punch.

Fists of Furry: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31
DMG: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Nasar is met with a wild jab leaving more fluid on him, he is almost knocked off balance with the sheer amount of damage he’s taken but stays upright.


M Fetchling Rogue 9 | HP 73 | AC 21 T 18 FF 21| Ft +7, Rf +15, Wl +5| Init +12 | Perc +13|

Operation Hail Mary
Perfect
Nasar flies feet over the void, forcing the beast to hug the edge of the platform just to try and hit him with its exploding goo. However, Nasar scoops the goo off his body and gets a nice handful to hang onto instead of just wasting it into the void.
If Club isn't available, I'll just use this instead. Looks like it turns red and then explodes. So the moment this stuff shifts to red I'll throw it at the platform. The blast plus the weight of the beast might be able to cause part of the ring to break, and if not maybe the blast itself can cause it to fall off.
Nasar's current plan is to wait out the attacks of the monster long enough to return to sender the slime and try to get a ring out win.


Male Human

Climb+Goop: 1d20 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 4 = 24

Nasar manages to cling to the wall as the beast tries to plow his way into Nasar, Nasar can feel the hands grabbing at his pants but he manages to not get dragged in. The Brachidyos flails about and without intervention steps off the edge and onto the hands of the void.

The beast is taken to the side and pulled down onto the hands as they grab at him like a school of piranhas. The announcer yells out, And the beast is pulled into the Well of Shadows!! That definitely won’t be enough to kill the beast but Nasar defenitly has an advantage here folks!

Varis can be heard as he raises his chalice, Slay the beast Nasar! A ring out will not suffice in this bout!

The beast struggles as the hands grab and restrain it.

Nasar can freely stand on the beast as it’s toppled over adding 20 feet of floor to the arena. The beast is pinned and immobilized for an undetermined amount of time.


M Fetchling Rogue 9 | HP 73 | AC 21 T 18 FF 21| Ft +7, Rf +15, Wl +5| Init +12 | Perc +13|

Nasar seeing a great opportunity to strike at the brackeeadose, he descends from the wall onto the tum tum or back of the beast. As he moves he re draws his cutlass so he may commence the execution sooner than later. A familiar sequence of words coming out as he feels the finale closing in.
"kill...kill...end...slice...rend...no...mercy...kill"
Nasar brings his kukri down first trying to pierce the beast's scales(?) better than last time.
kukri: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (15) + 16 = 31
crit?: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (16) + 16 = 32
dmg: 1d4 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
critdmg: 1d4 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
snek: 5d6 ⇒ (5, 5, 6, 4, 1) = 21


Male Human

DMG taken overall: 58

Nasar rends the scales of the beast upward and plunges his blade deep inside as he tears through flesh and meat. The beast roars in pain and struggles around trying to release itself from the grips of the shadows.

The announcer cries, And a massive blow to the Brach as Nasar finnaly gets the opening he has been waiting for! Who knows if he will have enough time to slay the beast before it gets back up!?

The crowd cheers as Nasar cuts into the beast. The beast struggles to get up and flails about.

Pin: 1d6 ⇒ 3

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