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Havar picked up a rock and tossed it beside the Jack and away from Conrael.
Havar sighs before bellowing a loud challenge and charging in after the Scrapper, placing himself side to side with the other Troll, to hopefully take some of the heat from the Iron Beast.
Swinging his axe as hard as he can, Havar stores two powerful hits
Havar shakes his head and sighs before shrugging. "I wish you well Oengus but I fear we'll be burying you at the end of the day. Down the gullet it is. Let's do this!"
"Yes, I vote for directly back to the Kriel. We were asked to bring the herbs back, best we do that directly. Besides there is always tomorrow!"
Havar keeps to the edge and keeps his weapon to hand, ready to deal with any situation.
Havar shakes his head and laughs at the Fell Callers bravado, before grinning. "Oh aye, boot their sacks and get a broken toe from a couple tonnes of steel and iron. Then poor Eoghan will have to look at those spades you stand on!" He winked at Oengus before laughing. "We should probably move out right away, if you all think we can find it!"
"If someone can point out the plant I am sure we can find it. I have no eye for such a thing but Katherson as a Scout has the finest eyes we could ask for, so I am sure we could go get some!" He turned to the Pyg. "Do you think you can follow their trail after it being so cold for so long? If so it could be worth a look. Let's just hope they ain't got any Jacks with them!"
Havar shrugs and follows the others, shouldering his axe and frowning slightly. It really wasn't like Conrael to not be up and about early. He hoped things were okay and nothing had gone wrong.
Havar made his way towards the main gate, falling in to step with the others, a concerned frown on his face. "Summat does be off here. Where is Conrael?"
"Nay, nothin. The tracks were fresh enough but we did nay see any Khadorans this night. They are awful close to the Kriel and we have nay been hiding our presence, as we didn't know we needed to. Id say they know where we are, and that can nay be good."
Havar looks at Oengus for a second before shrugging and beginning to speak. "We returned the wee-uns to the Healer just moments ago. They are alive, if severely hurt. We encountered some resistance, in the form of a rabid pack of Mawgs. They have been dealt with now, so no need to worry about them particularly, though that clearing is now full of their skinned corpses, so best it be avoided till the scavengers have had their fill, would be my suggestion." He stopped for a second, staring at his feet, before speaking. "We found human tracks, the tracks of booted feat, and an insignia." He pulled the insignia out of his coat, holding it out to the Elders. "There looked to be a heavy flow of traffic and it was recent, within the last few days."
Havar dragged the litter forward, towards the gates of the Kriel. He nodded at Conrael as he reached him, gesturing over his shoulder at the young Troll. "The other one is on the way with the other two. Best we get them inside and comfortable fast. We left that clearing in a bit of a mess."
"You win that bet then Oengus because I am not fighting. I have better things to do. Eoghann, how long till these wee bairns are in danger do you think?"
"Boy?" Havar laughed softly, shaking his head. "You crack me up midget. Go. Run your little legs all over the forest. I'll drag the litter." Havar picked up the litter and began to follow after the two Trolls. "Don't come screaming to us if something mistakes you for a snack and tries to take a bite."
Havar shakes his head. "Nay, there will be no scouting on this journey back. We need all four of us to carry two litters, and I doubt the wee Eamon is up to the task after getting his innards all munched on. Katherson is going to have to carry his end of the litter if we are to get anywhere. Eamon can lead the way!" Havar crouched and gripped the arms of one of the litters, before glancing up at the gathered men. "Let us no sit around no longer."
Havar listened to the night around them as it quieted, listening for the sound of any approaching danger.
"Best we move this log and get back. I wouldn't mind staying out here for the night but the wee bairn should be abed!"
Havar waited till Oengus or Eoghan began to lift, before putting his back in to it, heaving with all of his might.
The system is brutal, it is not a kind system to play in at all. It does good at representing the tabletop game itself. I mean those Mawgs had 4 health each and there was like 10 of them or something. Our PCs probably only have around 12 hp so you can get easily overwhelmed. It really relies on the abilities we have and how we use them. Like in Combat I should stand base to base with Oengus, as I have Defensive Line and can give myself +1 Arm. Having to ever only roll d6 is also a bonus. It keeps the dice maths really simple.
Havar recoils from the Mawg and spits down at the creature, before howling and turning, moving away from the beast, exposing his back to the little wretches assault.
Gritting his teeth against the pain, feeling a fresh, hot cascade of blood, covering his heels and flowing in to his boot for a moment, Havar stumbles forward, in to reach of two of the Mawgs assaulting the bairn. He grits his teeth as he swings his weapon hard, aiming to cut the beast in half, and use his momentum to smash the next.
Also can be used to: Shake a stationary effect.
As in once per combat? I don't believe so. I believe you can do it as many times you like in a combat, but only once per round.
Okay so Feat Points have multiple uses. You can use them to give yourself Parry for a turn, negating free strikes if you need to run out of combat. You can use them to give yourself Heroic dodge, which will let you take half damage from an attack. You can use them to boost a non combat skill check. You can use them to Walk it Off, which will let you heal d3 damage. They also need to be spent for some of your Archetype abilities, eventually. Oh! And as you are a Troll, you can use it to use Revitalise, which means you can heal damage up to your PHY number. They have multiple non combat, preservation uses.
Havar belows a loud challenge, before laying about him with his Greataxe, lashing out at the Mawg that damaged him first.
As his axe slams in to the Mawg, he grins viciously, before using the momentum of his swing, and sending the wicked, razor sharp edge, flying towards the other enemy.
It is just how the branches are laid out. So it goes lowest number in the Aspect, highest count. So for Phys of 7, branch 1 has 4 damage and branch 2 has 3. And it curves in so that branch 1 leads in to branch 2. But branch 2 is curved in too, and leads to branch 3, not back to Branch 1. Ya get me? If you look at a life spiral itself it might be easier to understand. Oh also it might be the phrasing. Branches run from 1 to 6, Aspects contain 2 branches.
The first Mawg scratched harmlessly off of the large Trollkins armour and he grinned down at it viciously, before the second attacked, scratching him slightly across the back of the hand. "AH! F~*& yah. That hurt ya wee bollox!"
If we can just kick the snot out of France I'll be happy.
Can't wait for Ireland V Canada. Haha I'm gonna be in Newfoundland for the game so gonna have to go and scream on the boys in green, of course.
Havar stepped forward, putting him closer to the creatures and set himself, preparing to take the attacks he knew were coming. He set himself so that he would have as much reach as he possibly could and threaten as much of an area as he could.
Jeez man... I am sorry to hear. That is seriously horrible. Glad you are back to form now though, good to have you well again. Welcome back.
Ouch. S@&! buzz. Sorry to hear man.
Havar turned to the nearest tree and eyed up two long, mostly straight branches, as thick as his wrist and as long as his axe handle. He stepped forward, setting his feet firmly before swinging with all of his might.
He sheared through the branches with one quick swing a piece, before dropping them on the ground, by the log. "Once the fighting is done we'll fashion something. They should help!"
Havar moves forward to inspect the log, but stops when he hears the howl.
He puts his back to the log, facing the direction the howl came from, weapon bared and teeth gritted, waiting. "What the hell was that? Can either of yeah wrap a bandage?"
Havar shook his head softly, frowning around. "Tis alright lad, take a moment, center yourself. You'll find em!"
Havar laughed slightly and glanced back at Katherson. "Understood and I apologise for belittling you. Now keep that Rifle trained on the night and off my nackers!"
"I'm more worried about the things that haunt the night little Pyg, those undead abominations that are encroaching upon the woods, the Farrow who would grind up your bones for their boars and those Blood Witches that would feast on your heart. But yes, by all means watch the trees!" Havar pushes his way past the gates of the Kriel, scowling with his one good eye, as they make for the fallen tree and their trapped compatriots
Havar frowns coldly at the older troll, when he refers to him as boy, but shakes it off, before turning and gesturing to the three men he had just been speaking with. "Eoghann, Oengus, come, let us go try remove these trees. Katherson, we could use someone watching our back!" He gestured for Eamon to lead on, before slipping past old Con. "Warlock!" He nods, as he walks past.
Havar begins to move towards the gates of the Kriel, pushing through the throng of Trollkin before him. He wasn't able to hear what was going on but it was his duty to go and find out. 'Please don't let it be a rabid Dire Troll!' "Hoy, what is going on? Step back there, make some room. Some one fill me in!" |