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Grobradon looks as the morale of the enemy breaks, "Hunt, or lick our wounds?" He asks Maddie and the others seeing how badly hurt they are.
The ice cold breath tears through Grobradon colder than almost any true winter he's encountered. He grits his maw of fangs and teeth to hold back an outcry.
Ignoring his own wounds, he weaves to Moon and touches her shoulder to heal her.
Snarling, the half orc takes antother swing!
As the Winterwolf shoves past him, Grobradon growls, "Rude much!" And strikes at it with his staff
Grobradon mmphs and casts an entangle on the foes to the far west, who are near trees and hopefully in grass land. "I think we need to keep those to factions from joining into one big one."
I think I'm good where Grob is if I'm reading the map right. And good to have you back.
Understood. Tis a season for Real Life busy busy. Hope things get better for you soon.
Grobradon grunts, nods and puts a Magic Fang spell on Histya, hoping that's almost as good as Silver.
And a Barkskin on Moon herself.
"Emerald, no point in wishing right now unless you have a magic ring we don't know about."
"Wolf tracks should not be that damn big, some of them anyway are immense. We're being stalked... goblin and wolf tracks. Maybe one turns to the other even if the moon isn't with us, maybe it's just riding wolves of unusual sized." He grumbles.
(+2 more to find food and water if applicable)
Grobradon nods, and also goes to the Bloodmoon Camp.
Grobradon nods "Okay." He sighs a bit "I sure hope Meep ISN't infected. I still worry about her too."
Noting Moon's look, Grobradon admits "I'm not sure we CAN take this tribe prisoner. I mean, what if the full moon hits while we've got them in custody?"
"Scouting maybe? But if they were, they did a piss poor job of it," The half orc grunts "Still, good gear here looks like."
Grobradon sees that they're trying to get more to surrender and says in goblin "Stay down, and surrender like she says!"
"I thought she was going to scout back and report," Grobradon admits and races forward to join the action.
Grobradon gets his sling loaded, trusting Moon to know the stealth game.
"Bloodmoon it is," Grobradon nods, "We're making progress but Kassen has to face what don't deal with , and frankly, we don't want lycanthropy infections even if our families manage to hold them off."
"You can only speak for yourself, yeah. Fair." Grobradon nods.
THAT gets a laugh out of him "I'll try to lighten up a bit." The worry about his mom and the grind of not one battle but many has had a toll on him. "Did you really let Krosk go," she asks skeptically. "Feels like forever but yes. He did have to convince us he'd never come after Kassen again. If you promise the same for you and any offspring you have in the future, it would set our minds at ease further."
The Druid blinks in confusion at this , then rubs his forehead, muttering "A do jaké nové vrstvy padlých zemí jsme dnes zakopli, Grob?" If you speak Orc:
"And what new layer of the fell lands have we tripped into today, Grob?" Then he looks at the half-elf who has both stolen his heart, AND could carve said heart into tiny pieces without much effort, "Moon, I care about you too much, and your'e too damned dangerous for me to ever cheat on ya, you know that." Then he looks at Nalka "First. I don't 'own' anybody. Second, your life was spared by us all, not just me. At least so far."
Grobradon listens.
Now is later! Druid 5
(for Hit points 5 or greater) Will finish it later.
"Lugruk has Meep, at least according to according to this one," He looks at the goblin that told him that and asks, "Whats YOUR name again?"
The stirges pull from their meal and fly overhead the half orc to rush before him
As the golbin next to him surrenders, he asks in Goblin, "Good choice. Do you know what happened to the one called Meep, run with me a bit and explain if you have?" And he moves quickly (Double move) closer towards where the others are planning to angle up to help Erigga and Moon though it may take a while.
"I eats bugs bigger than these for breakfast," "Then allow them to return the favor." Grobradon says as all three stirges converge on the goblin who just lost his spider.
Grobradon whirls on the goblin trying to attack him from behind
Grobradon redirects all the stirges to attack the spider and whomps it himself while telling the Goblin who is near him "Ċedi jew għandi noqtolek kif issa noqtol lil din il-brimba?" Goblin:
"Do you surrender or must I kill you as I now kill this spider?"
Orcish cursing arises at this missed opportunity!
Seeing his summoned allies are having trouble finding purchase on the goblin rider, he shoves his staff at the face at the goblin himself with a staff.
Grobradon curses as before he can finish the ritual, one goblin rider just shoots right up to his face. So much for range. fortunately he can at least put all three stirges on the targets before him and they attack immediately.
"Fly my pretties fly," Grobradon cackles... but in a manly way.
Grobradon prepares to summon some stirges but wants to time it just right.
Grobradon winces at mention of stealth as his current armor isn't friendly towards it "Maybe I should take on Wildshape."
"I can get another Stone Brother instead of stirges if you want, Grob nods to Maidie "But I see your point. Yeah, use the protection on Bezolte."
"Anyone got illusion spells? If they're scared of six of us, they might be terrified of yet more?" The Druid looks to the arcane types.
Grobradon has moved ahead as Erigga suggested. At the mention of smoke and fire, the Druid frowns, but then, all this is getting unnatural anyway and fire can be cleansing force if need be.
"Wouldn't mind a shot with that wand myself." Grob says "I can do another Entangle, but placement is tricky. I hate to say it, but shifting ground and wheree we stand makes sense for our own preservation AND to keep the enemy guessing."
Glad he helped Moon, Grobadon turns to see it is a longshot but he takes a sling bullet and hurls it at a distant goblin.
Grobradon races forward, and lays his hand on the back of Moon, "Gozreh promote new growth." then adding "Gonna be so pissed at you if you die on me."
Grobradon takes a sling toss at the goblin, asking others "HOw we doing?"
Grobradon is wounded and not feeling too hot. But he grins as Moon tears the troop up like it was nothing. He takes a swig of a potion.
Grobradon decides to reduce the actions of enemies and casts entangle on the largest batch he can without hindering his allies.
Moon keeps her eyes riveted on the northern path but snorts a laugh at the half-orc’s comment. She wipes the spider-ichor from her face with a semi-clean sleeve. ”Only if you stop flirting with that dragon-girl. I get jealous you know.” He chuffs, and mutters low but assuring, "You've already got my heart, just asking that you also save my ass."
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