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4 posts. Alias of Laithoron.


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As Darvesch struggles back to his feet, a bony fist strikes him in the side of the face and he feels the life-force within him ebb. Undetered from his duty, he bring his axe around in a powerful swing and before his very eyes Grimnon dissolves back into the fog with all of his equipment, no trace of him left behind.

Rolls:
AoO slam 1d20 + 11 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 11 + 2 + 4 = 27 desecrate, Darv prone
dmg 1d4 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 2 = 6 desecrate, +1 negative level


Rather than trying to overpower his older, stronger cousin, Grimnon instead swings for Darvesch's legs but his attack reaches too far to hit. Before Darvesch knows it though, Grimnon pulls back hooking his leg with the bit of his axe.

As he falls, his undead cousin's hand reaches out, seeking to contact his flesh. The inquisitor manages to interpose his shield and knock away the attack, though he can still feel the chill of it even thru his armor.

Rolls:
trip 1d20 + 11 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 11 + 2 + 2 = 26 desecrate, improved trip
touch attack 1d20 + 6 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 4 + 2 = 20 Darv prone, desecrate


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Seized by grief and passion, Darvesch lands a devastating blow that would have split most normal men in twain, yet Grimnon remains on his feet, a steely determination in his sunken eyes.

"Send me on, cousin, to look out for the others yet to come. Wasn't right to let that poor girl go on ahead of us..."

Rolls:
dmg 36 + 1d10 ⇒ 36 + (10) = 46 vital strike


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Darvesch presses on into the fog, but he doesn't get far before he sees a familiar shape standing ahead of him in the darkness. A supernatural chill sends a wave of horripilation across the inquisitor's flesh as his cousin Grimon turns to face him, his flesh bluish-grey in death, much of his innards exposed or missing from where the cannibals hacked away at him.

"I thought you and I would look out for each other, cousin, but I suppose the same sense of duty and kinship you and Uncle Morgaard have to those elf girls doesn't extend to your own flesh and blood. Now look at me, I've got neither..."

He shakes his head sadly. "That's no way for a Hellhammer to rest easy."

Your eyes suddenly note the dwarven axe clenched tight in Grimnon's rotting fingers, and the look of resolve tinged with disappointment in his cloudy eyes.

"We do what we must," he says solemnly before a mighty blow of his axe reverberates off of Darvesch's shield.

Rolls:
Crushing Despair DC 17
D 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 9 + 1 + 2 = 20 resistance, purity

Initiative Rolls
Grimnon 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

waraxe 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24

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