I'm going to shelf this game under 'coma victim' and check back in later, I guess.
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I'm still here, just waiting for things to advance.
"Ugh." Amon rises to his feet, swaying, and stumbles off to find his horse. "Come back, beer pony. Come back..."he mumbles. Despite his injuries and drunkenness, he manages to sheath Oni's Fang without difficulty.
"I'm only a little drunk." Amon protests from the floor. "I'm also a little... hurt. Gimme a min."
Amon sinks to his rear, groaning as his fatigue sets in. He shakes his head, trying to take a drink from an already dry flask. "Ugh... it was that bad?" he mutters, looking down at himself and at the bodies littered around him. "Yep. That bad." he admits. "Anyone got any sake!?" he shouts, falling onto his back.
Amon takes a five foot step closer and to the south of the creature and delivers a final, powerful stroke to the remaining standing warrior. His reserves were spent, this was his last hurrah of rage before he would tire.
Amon, finding an enemy nearby, gulps down his flask of sake.
Amon will lumber closer, spitting out blood and fishing in his belt with one hand for a flask.
Amon is not afraid of death, but charging straight into two spearman is moronic. He takes a hand off the Oni's Fang, draws a throwing axe, and lets it fly at the northmost of the two clay warriors.
It whips past the warrior, burying itself to the handle in the earth behind it. "Gyah! I need a drink!"Amon howls.
Though badly wounded, Amon continues to laugh as he chops through another hillman.
-Posted with Wayfinder
THAT'S AN ORDER SOLDIER!
-Posted with Wayfinder
Okay cool.
Those new baddies... are they medium or large size?
Amon's style seems to be greatly different from everyone else... :P I love having Temp hit points and DR.
Condition:
HP 25/27, Rage 8/9 The first warrior's spear seems to find its way home, but what should have been a fatal stab glances along Amon's cheek, barely drawing a line of blood. Amon bellows in laughter, becoming a terrifying figure in battle. Amon continues his attack, tearing into the bandit that attacked him with drunken, angry zeal.
More blood sprays the air as Amon continues to keep this flank of the battlefield well in hand.
Amon scowls at the dead bandit, but finds just the thing he needs within sight... More bandits! He lumbers through the trees, and the first of the five hobgoblins is treated to the sight of a very angry drunk wielding a literal demon's fang chopping down at him.
Amon bellows. Kiyoshi is, yet again, sprayed with blood.
Amon, up until this point, had no idea they were ambushed. Drinking as usual, the man realized that something was amiss when the world turned sideways and he hit the ground. Groaning, he pulls himself to his feet and picks up his jug. Good. Still some in- He thought, when the hopes of drinking the rest of the sake was dashed as an arrow collides with the clay jug, shattering it and spilling his rice wine all over the forest floor. He holds up the bit of the jug he has, and looks over at the bandit who had shot at him. "You." he says, dropping the broken pottery and slowly pulling Oni's Fang from it's scabbard. "I'ma gon' kill you first."
Sounds fair to me.
I'm okay with you being someone from the same village.
I'm not so fresh... Amon could probably use a bath. And soap. ;) Also, I love how my actions have been so lagged behind due to my initiative on the dice roller I havent even technically reacted to the initial ambush yet. Be ready for a great introduction to your party alcoholic! -Posted with Wayfinder
I messaged Warforgedman with the particulars in getting your stats up on the profile. Something I need to set up myself!
I (Rungok) am ready. |