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Move to I6. Blade Sweep.
1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 202d12 + 8 ⇒ (3, 9) + 8 = 20

On a hit, the thing takes an additional 2 damage.

Irawaru sweeps his axe in a whistling display, swinging it wildly.

Sorry, didn't realise. Am I still taking 10 fire?

Save
1d20 ⇒ 15

Second Wind. Escape roll - Athletics. If I escape shift straight back.
1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

Irawaru grits his teeth and strains to break free.

Great Shout
1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 142d12 + 8 ⇒ (2, 5) + 8 = 15

Irawaru roars his defiance as he swings his mighty axe with mounting anger.

I'm nae so bad.

Ack didn't include my +1 to hit. The second attack would be 24 vs AC. Also each attack should have an extra +2 damage thanks to Bloodhunt Rage. Eesh, barbarians are complicated!

That's fine.

Pressing Strike to J7, 1d0+11 = 27 vs Ac; 1d12+6 = 8 damage. Extra rage damage 1d6= 6. total 14 damage. Push Thing to G6-7. Shift to I7. Action Point: Avalanche Strike. 1d20+11 = 23 vs AC; 26 damage. Effect: attackers gain +4 to hit me until start of my next turn.

Irawaru growls and pursues the creature.

Sorry, I was also busy yesterday. Will try to post today.

Erk, sorry, L8.

Minor - Primal Vitality - gain 7 temp hp. Charge with Howling Strike with the bonus from Bloodhunt Rage.
1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 181d12 + 1d6 + 8 ⇒ (8) + (6) + 8 = 22

"Oh, ya want some more? Huh, huh?! Take it!" Irawaru yells as he swings his axe in an arc.

Sorry, should be 14 damage on a miss. I added a bonus when I shouldn't have done.

RAGE STRIKE - expend Thunderhawk Rage.

1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 214d12 + 8 ⇒ (4, 7, 4, 7) + 8 = 30

"Eat this, you flaming f***!"

If it misses - half damage

Sounds good. In character I'm all for Rage Striking it and smashing its head in.

Minor - Screaming Armour on Thing. It takes -2 penalty to attack rolls until end of my next turn. Standard - Bloodhunt Rage. I now gain +2 bonus to damage if either I or the thing is Bloodied.
1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 143d12 + 6 ⇒ (4, 7, 5) + 6 = 22
On a miss, I do half damage.

The leering face on Irawaru's armour comes to life, and yells "KA MATE!" as the warrior smashes into the creature, his hair burning, yelling "That hurt, you firey bludger!"

We could just disarm it, of course/

"Ey, what's this here about?" Irawaru asks the others, pointing out the symbols, "Ain't gonna blow me bloody head off is it?"

Irawaru opens the door with a snort at the others' cowardice.

"What's up? Whaddya want?"

Irawaru grumbles, but follows.

Irawaru is now on iplay4e

"Nah, mate, life is complicated. Way I see it, you reduce the complications in the quickest way possibl, ya got yerself a nice life. Or as I like to say, cut the crap."

"Yeah, when's lunch?"

"C'mon then." he says as he heads back to the former dwelling.

Irawaru growls and turns, "What the hell you mithering about, woman?"

Irawaru grinds his teeth and heads back to the temple.

"C'mon, shadowman," Irawaru says to Aden, "Could be some heads to bust."

Can you smell what Irawaru is cooking?

Irawaru smiles, stands up, and leaves the cell.

"Let's go." he says to Elohir.

As he passes Hasnett, he smirks and says simply, "Big lizard."

"Now that was right easy." Irawaru says as he lets go, "Which one's yer house?"

"Yeah, y'know..." Irawaru says as he holds one of the man's fingers, "Where'd ya hide out?"

"Sounds fun. Ya keep another finger. Where's yer base?"

"Nice one." Irawaru says as he grins and pats the warlock'd cheek, "You keep a finger. Who's this priest-monster fella?"

"Smart. Now, where'd yer mates live, eh?"

The barbarian gets down on his haunches, "Yeh, a game. I'm gonna ask ya some questions and if I don't like an answer, I break one of yer fingers."

"Hiya mate, wanna play a game?" Irawaru asks in a sinister manner.

Irawaru approaches the warlock and cracks his knuckles slowly, smiling.

"Huh. Can I at least beat him up a little?" he asks with disappointment.

"Whaddya want me to do with him?" the large tribesman asks.

"Yeah, I'll have a nice lil chat with the bludger" Irawaru says with too much relish.

Irawaru grins.

Still here; Irawaru just hasn't had much to contribute.

"Only thing I've heard today that makes any bleedin' sense." Irawaru replies and joins Aden.

Irawaru grins and punches the man's lights out.

Irawaru looms.

Oh yes, I will chase him.

1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 281d12 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

"Geddere, bludger!"

Pressing Strike. Shift to L6 as part of the power.

1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 221d12 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Irawaru barrels past the warlock to cut off his escape, and growling, swings!

Saves
1d20 ⇒ 151d20 ⇒ 11

1d20 ⇒ 4

Second Wind!

Irawaru looks in disbelief as the warlock continues to wound him.