Reeling back from the wound granted by another feral plant, Zara lashes out as she recovers. "Damned plant freaks, you belong on a plate served to slaves! Now DIE!"
Despite the anger in her swing, she misses the creature.
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As the plantmen continue to surge around them, Zara hefts her morningstar and once again swings a mighty blow at the nearest.
Zara looks down to the gnome feasting on the vegepygmy remnants. "I'd appreciate if you'd heal my wounds." Hearing the realization of the holy symbol, "So wait, the damned plant people have priests... AND are working with damned escaped slaves?! Time to make an extra tasty salad I should think..."
Zara reels back in pain as she cries out~ Nine hells, that was the most brutal moment of my life... With no way but forward, she swings her morningstar again at the elemental. "Back to the dirt from which you came, beast!"
Coming from around the tree-hut to the aid of her allies, she swings her morningstar at the newly materialized earth elemental.
But her strike deflects off the creature's hardened stone form.
Zara gives Jerax a death stare as he comments about collecting the heads. That halfblood is not getting my bounty... Zara pulls out her sickle and quickly removes the head from the shattered torso, then tosses it in her pack. That's one. ----- Zara watches as Kirk gets mauled by the fish and chuckles a bit. "Stupid halfling, you forget you'd get eaten in there? Though, given your kind's appetite, it's kind of like being surrounded by family, am I right? Let's try this..." Zara reached into her pack, pulls out her rope, ties it to a crossbow bolt and shoots at the boat.
Hitting. ...and slowly pulls the boat toward shore.
Zara was just finally starting to doze off, nestled into a tree, when the plant-people attack. "By all that is right in this world, can't a group of folks get a wink of rest?! Well, we came to find you, now you die!" Hoisting the morningstar she brought from the shop in both hands, she steps up and swings at the nearest vegepigmy.
Zara stood toward the back of the crowd as the militiamen explained their task. These arrogant fools will likely end up dead, oh well, that will mean more for me... As the new assembled company ventures into the woods, Zara tries to take stock of the others accepting the militia's call to arms. [i]Nobles, devilspawn, wannabe hellknights, even a halfling, what have I gotten myself into...? Just as she moves to open her mouth and interact with her comrades, the giant spider lungs out of the tree.
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