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HP 151/155 | AC 31 (T 6, FF 31) | F +7 R +5 W +7 | breath weapon, 2 slams +36 (4d12+27/19-20)

The golem, despite the inability to smile, appears to be thoroughly enjoying itself. It does a little dance and thumbs its nose at the four-armed ape thing before unleashing two more mighty blows.

Slam: 1d20 + 36 ⇒ (11) + 36 = 47 Damage: 4d12 + 27 ⇒ (10, 6, 6, 6) + 27 = 55
Slam: 1d20 + 36 ⇒ (2) + 36 = 38 Damage: 4d12 + 27 ⇒ (5, 4, 5, 1) + 27 = 42

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HP 151/155 | AC 31 (T 6, FF 31) | F +7 R +5 W +7 | breath weapon, 2 slams +36 (4d12+27/19-20)

The golem pounds its chest and roars wordlessly in a mocking imitation of an ape, and smashes again with its two mighty fists.

Slam: 1d20 + 36 ⇒ (4) + 36 = 40 Damage: 4d12 + 27 ⇒ (4, 1, 6, 7) + 27 = 45
Slam: 1d20 + 36 ⇒ (12) + 36 = 48 Damage: 4d12 + 27 ⇒ (4, 5, 3, 2) + 27 = 41

Rounds till next breath weapon since last use: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

This round and next round, then after that it's available again. Correct, GM? Or does the delay include the round it was used?


HP 151/155 | AC 31 (T 6, FF 31) | F +7 R +5 W +7 | breath weapon, 2 slams +36 (4d12+27/19-20)

We golems are tricky that way. Sweetie.


HP 151/155 | AC 31 (T 6, FF 31) | F +7 R +5 W +7 | breath weapon, 2 slams +36 (4d12+27/19-20)

The golem spins around to face the Angazhani Champion. Leaning forward slightly, it exhales a noxious cloud of vapor directly at the giant abomination.

It then slams both of its mighty fists at the ape-thing's head.

Slam: 1d20 + 36 ⇒ (4) + 36 = 40 Damage: 4d12 + 27 ⇒ (1, 1, 12, 1) + 27 = 42
Slam: 1d20 + 36 ⇒ (9) + 36 = 45 Damage: 4d12 + 27 ⇒ (3, 10, 10, 5) + 27 = 55


HP 151/155 | AC 31 (T 6, FF 31) | F +7 R +5 W +7 | breath weapon, 2 slams +36 (4d12+27/19-20)

From behind the party, past the metal door, something stirs. Something large. Those who hear the clanking thud of metal-clad feet may notice the huge construct come to life and step off the pedestal, and they may be forgiven if they catch their breath in momentary panic.

It seems momentarily surprised or confused, looking at its hands in consternation, but then it flexes its arms, looks up the stairs, and runs directly toward the party.

Clanking and stomping, the very ground beneath you stirs with each step as it reaches the top of the stairs and...continues onward.

Paying no heed to the large tent in its path, it runs directly through the tent toward the Angazhani Champion, bellowing a wordless challenge to the skies.

Full-round run directly toward the Angazhani Champion.