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Dog survives but loses a point of CON.

Dog rages and hacks at the boney foe:

-10/17 RR

Attack 1: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 212d4 + 12 ⇒ (2, 4) + 12 = 18
Attack 2: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 82d4 + 12 ⇒ (1, 1) + 12 = 14

[Beep-boop-bop; Dog bot reporting]

Will: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

[Beep-boop-bop; Dog bot reporting]

HP:-55/74
Rage Rounds: -3/17

attack 1: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 132d4 + 14 ⇒ (3, 1) + 14 = 18
attack 2: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 92d4 + 14 ⇒ (1, 4) + 14 = 19

Weed-bot's attack GA: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 121d12 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23

Weed-bot rushes the closest tree trunk and hacks with his axe:

sunder: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 221d12 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24

Weed-Bot

-8/38HP

See Turran! This rabble is no match for us! I wish you all were here when I was hunting sheep.

great axe on gobo rider: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 10 + 1 = 271d12 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23

Weed-Bot
-14/38 HP

Don't worry Turran; you keep healing, I'll keep slaying these canine curs and their pathetic friends!

axe hack a big wolf: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 10 + 1 = 271d12 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20

Weed-Bot
-17/38

Weed stands and hacks at the giant wolf attacking him (taking AOO)
great axe: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 10 + 1 = 181d12 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19

Weed-Bot
-13/38

great axe: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 10 + 1 = 301d12 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15

Weed-Bot attacks one of the goblins in front of him:
greataxe: 1d20 + 10 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 10 + 1 - 2 = 101d12 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16

With a burst of speed Eterran rushes the barricade, trying to hack the foes behind it.

greataxe: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 191d12 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Eterran bot: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Grimm-bot: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 2 + 1 = 201d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Death to all goblins. Beep-bop-beep...

Beet-bop-boop; freaking Vegas trips....

Etteran on watch: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Curral-bot looks to purloin a glass or two from their new landlord. Better yet a bottle or two!

Curral bot:

Your jest wounds me, surah, and yet your keen wit does indeed pierce my gossamer words.

Let me save the tales of undead and goblins for your answer, or perhaps we may pour a glass in the company of your father and deliver these words to him directly?

Curral bot responding to post from Discussion forum:

Heading back out the gate to the winery. The party enters the large estate grounds under a brick archway. The path towards the main building takes you through rows and rows of grape vines. Tasaerle catches sight of the group approaching and greets you while working on trimming some vines.

“Welcome! Has Curral come to take me up on my offer to sing?”

Curral-Indeed fair Tasaerle. My mind has done naught but wandered since our last encounter, and I have counted breathlessly the moments that stood betwixt seeing you again. I have fought through undead and goblins alike, sparing no risk and taking every chance for the opportunity but to serenade your soul with the dulcet sounds of my prose and flute.

"Oh maiden fair,
Tasa-erle,
Doth labor 'mongst her father's grapes,
Her abject beauty strikes my heart,
Like a vampire's from a steak,
To spend time,
Amongst the vines,
In such tranquil company,
T'woud truly set my spirit free,
And yet my thought dwells upon such fact,
That though juice of yon grapes be sweet,
Such grace as springs from cherished lips can only be the sweeter...."

diplomacy/perform: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

Curral bot:

A fine haul considering this is but our first daring dash beyond the walls of the fair Fort! I know my friends that you are all eager to spend your newfound spoils, as am I, but before we let the golden crowns spill out betwixt our fingers and fatten the purses of merchants, tavern masters, and mayhap ladies of lesser repute (or gentlemen of lesser repute Idril; no offence intended I assure you) -he says with an extravagant wink- let us first set up an understanding of accommodation between us and the master of Cerwin's Vineyard. Placing our abode amongst the fair fields of grape will not only keep us closer to the Spire (best to arrive fresh for adventure I say!), but will also keep us out from under the Paralictor's direct eyes and the stench of this fair burg (sweet as it may be). Not to mention I have been promised the chance to perform for the patrons of said establishment which could bring us not just coin but mayhap information as well that may better establish our affairs and efforts. -he pauses for effect and in a sly stage voice says- As well I should imagine sweet suckled grape, aged to a ripe color and fine temperament, will also be ours to enjoy as the bounty of my performances, and I fancy a chance to joust for fair Taeserle's virtue should the fates grant me such grace. Not all treasures are won by feats of brawn and bravery, even thought they may still be earned with the thrust of a keen rapier at the right moment. Ho-ho!

Unless any object, Curral leads the party out to the Vineyard and tries to get the best possible deal on monthly accommodations. Once that is settled we can spend some time equipping before setting back out once more into the treacherous depths of the Spire. Let me know if Curral-bot needs to roll or RP anything.

ROLLING FOR ORETT FORTITUDE; BEEP-BOP-BOOP

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19