Dwarven Waraxe Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Dwarven Waraxe DMG: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10Thoric moves forward and grips the thick wooden handle of the ornate waraxe. Muttering something in dwarven under his breath he brings the two handed weapon down on the neck of the dog. Make it quick and painless
Thoric chops off its head.
Azig moves past the carcass of the dog to quickly listen at the doors. He whispers to the dog's body as he passes, "Good doggie. Sorry."
Neghed sighs heavily and looks at the dead dog on the floor. "Ya death was unneeded." He then casts a look at Thoric before shaking off his frustration and turning to follow Azig.
Daranil's posture softens for a moment. His frown could be made out, even through the mask and bandages. "Disappointing."
He continues to hold his weapon, idly twirling an arrow between his fingers. He briefly considers casting prestidigitation to give it a fancy color, but decides against it. Better to be ready in case Lamm actually starts taking this seriously.
Thoric moves forward and grips the thick wooden handle of the ornate waraxe. Muttering something in dwarven under his breath he brings the two handed weapon down on the neck of the dog. Make it quick and painless
As Thoric moves forward into the room, he sees that the dog is unconscious and signals Azig pointing to the desk. He then moves to stand besides the grouping of 3 doors incase something comes through. He stands defensively, shield between him and the doors.
I wonder just how many children Lamm has conscripted and abused over the years... I pray we can save all that remain.
Pak exits his hiding place to confront the approaching children. He keeps his crossbow lowered as not to frighten them outright before speaking.
"Now is not a good time to be here, young ones. It is not safe. I suggest you move along quietly."
He points his weapon down the street away from the fishery.
"If you have nowhere else to go, then simply wait outside across the way until I return. I will help you find proper food and shelter for the night."
Thoric moves forward and grips the thick wooden handle of the ornate waraxe. Muttering something in dwarven under his breath he brings the two handed weapon down on the neck of the dog. Make it quick and painless
As Thoric moves forward into the room, he sees that the dog is unconscious and signals Azig pointing to the desk. He then moves to stand besides the grouping of 3 doors incase something comes through. He stands defensively, shield between him and the doors.
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
You hear people approaching the doors, they are big steps. You might be able to surprise them if you use stealth.
I wonder just how many children Lamm has conscripted and abused over the years... I pray we can save all that remain.
Pak exits his hiding place to confront the approaching children. He keeps his crossbow lowered as not to frighten them outright before speaking.
"Now is not a good time to be here, young ones. It is not safe. I suggest you move along quietly."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
He points his weapon down the street away from the fishery.
"If you have nowhere else to go, then simply wait outside across the way until I return. I will help you find proper food and shelter for the night."
They hear your voice and trust you. Thus they stand across the street, waiting for you to give the clear.
Azig moves over by the door, hiding to let whoever enters pass by him.
Pak nods at the boys and smiles.
"Alright. Good. Be sure to warn any other kids who might return to keep out as well. With Abadar's blessing, I'll be back soon."
With that, he enters the fishery to rejoin his companions and closes the door (or what's left of it) behind him. Pak then quickly takes cover under the desk, amid the ratty furs and readies himself for an attack.
Neghed moves as quietly as he can to be opposite of Azig, hoping whoever passes comes between them. He nods to Azig to signal he is ready and he grips his axe. I doubt we'd be so lucky ta knockout who ever is coming in one blow.
Stealth is an option... but the best form of stealth works with a proper distraction!
Daranil gets an idea. He casually pulls a chair out from the desk and takes a seat. He crosses one leg over the other, relaxes his posture, and idly begins to run his fingertip along the string of his bow. A shame the dog didn't take to him; The scene would have been perfect if he could be petting it.
The elf cocks his head to the side, looking at whoever enters. "Oh, hello." He lets out a soft chuckle. "Can Lamm come out and play?"
The door opens and in comes three thugs. One is a half-orc, another is a human, and another is a halfling.
"Bloo!" says the human upon seeing the dog. "What have you done with him?"
Azig steps up from his hidden location and stabs at whichever one stops between himself and Neghed. "He's better off than you will be!"
Neghed bellows as he steps up opposite Azig and swings his axe at the opponent. "Da dog was spared da axe."
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Azig steps up from his hidden location and stabs at whichever one stops between himself and Neghed. "He's better off than you will be!"
Attack: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 2 = 28 Actual attack since we should have flanking and/or be attacking against flat-footed AC if he didn't notice me. ??
damage if that hits?: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0 I think the rule is 1-1 does 1 non-lethal?Possible Crit?: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 2 = 17
damage if that hits?: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1 LOL! Pathetic damage and this is for a crit!?! That's why I aid another!
Unsure if the intention is to start combat or in what initiative order we should be going, so feel free to fit this in where is should go.
Neghed bellows as he steps up opposite Azig and swings his axe at the opponent. "Da dog was spared da axe."
greataxe: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12; damage: 1d12 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Entering Rage and Attacking, though it seems my luck may have run out earlier.
+2 for flanking? And possibly against flat-footed AC? Might hit.
I can go with that, he's flatfooted and +2 for flanking.
Daranil stands and shrugs. "Well if you're going to just ignore me, then I suppose I'll not waste my talent on you."
The elf decides to take an idle pot shot at one of the enemies not yet tied up in melee.
Daranil stands and shrugs. "Well if you're going to just ignore me, then I suppose I'll not waste my talent on you."
The elf decides to take an idle pot shot at one of the enemies not yet tied up in melee.
shortbow: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5
That's a miss.