Male Enuka hp: 66/66| AC 22|Fort+7| Ref +3| Will +3| DR 3/-| Speed 40 ft| Perception +5| Init +2| 0 lvl 5| 1 lvl 6/6 Barbarian 2/ Oracle 3
Brill-Mane looks at the bark roll, and goes to read it. It is ok, I expect some of you are still like pups. My vision, it has faded, though with the fade came some other things. I think I failed to mention my Brills for which I am named. Hopefully you never have to see them.
Male Enuka hp: 66/66| AC 22|Fort+7| Ref +3| Will +3| DR 3/-| Speed 40 ft| Perception +5| Init +2| 0 lvl 5| 1 lvl 6/6 Barbarian 2/ Oracle 3
Brill-Mane looks at the Human female with a strange glance. She is strong. She should be leader. He slides his giant blade back into its sheathe, and sits down. He said that the 'King' Will come for us. And that the King is tougher. Brill-Mane translates. Should be a fun fight. I'd say we could cook him, but Giant doesn't taste all that good.
Male Enuka hp: 66/66| AC 22|Fort+7| Ref +3| Will +3| DR 3/-| Speed 40 ft| Perception +5| Init +2| 0 lvl 5| 1 lvl 6/6 Barbarian 2/ Oracle 3
Brill-Mane launches himself at the Giant, his large falchion clearing it's scabbard. The blade comes down with a flash. falchion: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
in giant: My Name Is Brill-Mane
Male Enuka hp: 66/66| AC 22|Fort+7| Ref +3| Will +3| DR 3/-| Speed 40 ft| Perception +5| Init +2| 0 lvl 5| 1 lvl 6/6 Barbarian 2/ Oracle 3
In Giant:
Da 'orses be for da king Throg. I get in by the bac'. There's a hole dere. But' if you jus' smell da' 'orses you be missin out. 'eres a big 'izzard too. Da' King gonna wans da' 'orses but we no need to say nuttin bout da 'izzard. Jus come round da back. Influence: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19 Please dice Gods don't fail me now.
Male Enuka hp: 66/66| AC 22|Fort+7| Ref +3| Will +3| DR 3/-| Speed 40 ft| Perception +5| Init +2| 0 lvl 5| 1 lvl 6/6 Barbarian 2/ Oracle 3
Don't move, Brill-Mane says in the common tongue. They are on their way. Hide, and let me. When I launch myself at them that is the signal. A grin spread across the Enuka's face. He then shouted in a booming voice, in a language none of the rest of you understand. In Giant: Grombol, Throg? Dat you? Be lookin for food for da King. No see nuttin doe
Male Enuka hp: 66/66| AC 22|Fort+7| Ref +3| Will +3| DR 3/-| Speed 40 ft| Perception +5| Init +2| 0 lvl 5| 1 lvl 6/6 Barbarian 2/ Oracle 3
I am Brill-Mane little white robe. I can do some things, heal, throw rocks, and shoot my brills. This swords on my back isn't for show either. Though my sight isn't the best. I do believe an ambush is smart. I could be bait. After all you are all to tiny to be more than a bite sized treat.
Male Enuka hp: 66/66| AC 22|Fort+7| Ref +3| Will +3| DR 3/-| Speed 40 ft| Perception +5| Init +2| 0 lvl 5| 1 lvl 6/6 Barbarian 2/ Oracle 3
All right then small one. But be careful if you are hurt and I cannot see you, I cannot come and save you from your arrogance. Just go walk some distance away and leave my sight if you feel brave little ones. Brill-Mane says with a strait face. He sounds as of he is talking to little children.
Male Enuka hp: 66/66| AC 22|Fort+7| Ref +3| Will +3| DR 3/-| Speed 40 ft| Perception +5| Init +2| 0 lvl 5| 1 lvl 6/6 Barbarian 2/ Oracle 3
Brill-Mane Crosses his arms over his chest glaring at the small red man. This small one has no right to lead anyone. I don't even think he could lift my blade. He lets out a low growl, but stands composed. While this wasn't often common where he came from, after all there the strongest ruled, he supposed he would go along with the leaders of this building.
Male Enuka hp: 66/66| AC 22|Fort+7| Ref +3| Will +3| DR 3/-| Speed 40 ft| Perception +5| Init +2| 0 lvl 5| 1 lvl 6/6 Barbarian 2/ Oracle 3
Do these weak ones think to lead me? Brill-Mane takes steps to give his blood print, his hulking form towering over everyone. He gives his blood print without hesitation. He does it with a detestful scowl.
Male Enuka hp: 66/66| AC 22|Fort+7| Ref +3| Will +3| DR 3/-| Speed 40 ft| Perception +5| Init +2| 0 lvl 5| 1 lvl 6/6 Barbarian 2/ Oracle 3
skill checks:
perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16 Brill-Mane moves to take a seat in the church. Too stuffy, this isn't how goes should be worshipped Sitting in the back Brill-Mane hears a creak come from the seat. |