Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Logar thinks hard about this unique room. It was unfitting for the rest of this damp, old dungeon, and the bottle of wine and paper would mean that either the sphere was affected by some sort of preservation magic, or it had been attended recently.
"Hold up. See the book and the scroll? If this place was as ancient as the rest of this cave, they would have rotten away. I think someone's visited this room recently, someone who could have been Tsuto. And these maggots over there, they sure are alive and writhing, meaning living creatures can safely enter the room."
Trying to make sense of everything he'd just said, Logar furrows his eyebrows.
"While more than discomforting, I think this room might hold information we can use to Tsuto, or learn more about whatever is happening in these not-so-abandoned caverns."
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Before he tries at the deformed goblin again, Logar sneaks an entertained grin. He used to play stupid tricks on the other kids at Cailean's temple, but seeing a serious grown man fool a monster like so, was borderline absurd. And yet Logar has to fight on. With one more swing of his flail, the half orc grabs Korvus' hand and brings him down, beating at his stomach and arms until his poor life ceases to exist.
Flail + Aid: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23, Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Tankard: 1d20 ⇒ 14, Damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Ashamed at failing to land both his attacks again, Logar decides to concentrate on aiming rather than mocking. Good will doesn't help, though, as the half-orc misses twice.
Flail: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12, Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Tankard: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13, Damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Sorry for my absence, it's exam season, and combined with intensified piano practice I'm left with very little free time. I'll be slow to react for the next month or so before I finish my exams.
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Gritting his teeth against the slash's pain, Logar makes another double attack, beating and cutting at the deformed goblin. I wonder, what could that demon have done to him to make him like that?
Flail + Aid: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22, Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Tankard: 1d20 ⇒ 2, Damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Logar steps up and raises both his weapons, prepared to attack.
"I think even ugly things deserve to live", he says, sizing up the hideous goblin with his eyes, "but I really want to put you out of your misery."
Flail + Guidance: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22, Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Tankard: 1d20 ⇒ 10, Damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Logar searches around the torture implements in disgust when Tylur catches his attention. "...the priest's daughter? That's a character I don't recall you mentioning before. Who is she?"
Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Disappointing. The one time I thought an Elf-blood might prove himself worthy of my respect... how foolish of me.
"I hope you find a lifestyle that suits you better", Logar says to Nimreass with a superficially warm nod. He wipes some of the sinspawn's brains from his tankard and reattaches it to his belt, looking around at the party, as if hoping for them to expect him to follow the half-elf.
"Do not worry. I know what I signed up for when I joined you down here, and by my tusk and my tankard I will make sure you all return to Sandpoint safely when this is over to make your own decision, to stay or to leave."
He closes his eyes and smiles, his own words filling himself with confidence.
"Let's move."
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Sorry for not posting, I've been feeling under the weather lately with school stress and illness. Hopefully things get better soon.
"Keep on cheering, René, you're bringing me luck!"
Flail + Flank: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8, Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Tankard + Flank: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14, Damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Logar sighs in relief as the sinspawn drops dead before him, and then checks his surroundings. Hearing the clash between Nimreass and the second sinspawn, Logar dashes around to the bottom of the other flight of stairs, trying to draw the creature's attention so the half-elf can land a blow.
Double move to flank.
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
The half orc once again tries to stop the sinspawn from standing up but fails. Encouraged by Tylur's successful stab, Logar pommels the sinspawn with his weapon, hoping to end it.
Flail + Flank: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22, Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Tankard + Flank: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11, Damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Logar flails around, losing his footing and nearly bludgeoning Tylur in the shoulder. He tries to use the momentum from this failed attack on the back swing, adding in an attack from his tankard at the again prone creature. He is still slightly out of whack from his previous failed attempt and flunks both attacks again.
Flail + Prone: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10, Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Tankard + Prone: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3, Damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
"More of those! Cordwin, you alright? I'm coming to get him."
Logar dashes down the stairs, using them as cover to prevent the sinspawn from attacking him while he positions himself around it in a flanking position. His flail easily breaks through the aberration's defenses and connects with its side, dealing moderate damage.
Flail + Flank: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20, Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
I should have cover in my first square of movement, and after that I'm out of the ranseur's reach, so there shouldn't be any AoOs.
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
The picture of a dark, musty Caydenite temple's tap room flashes before Logar's eyes.
"Smuggling people doesn't always mean slave trafficking, you know. Some smuggle unwanted, abused children to safety." With a tusked grimace, he adds, "I doubt this was the case here, though. In fact, I doubt this place was built for smugglers. With that demon and the runelord statue, this entire complex seems to have a purpose that's more ancient and more sinister."
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Sorry, I'm traveling with limited time and WiFi until tomorrow night.
Logar follows Cordwin with his weapons drawn in case they find anyone, though he doubts anyone would make the questionable strategic choice of hiding in a closed cell.
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Logar prises the decorated weapon from Alaznist's grasp with relative ease, paying little attention to the others' talk of Runelords and stories. He gives the ranseur a few swings and stabs, but his arms freeze at René's comment and beneath his olive cheeks the faintest shameful blush appears.
"Well, you know... I don't think I'm considered proficient with a ranseur, no. We don't want to over encumber ourselves so, uh, let's just leave it here. Yes, we can pick it up on our way back."
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Logar enters the room and assuming it doesn't come to life and attack him inspects the statue.
"This ornate ranseur shouldn't be sitting here and rotting. Think it'll find a better home with us?"
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
"Before we march right back into the maw of hell, are you all sure you're ready? This battle must have drained your resources and energy."
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
When the creature finally seems to die, Logar throws both his weapons down and slumps to the floor, laughing out loud in what might seem like one of René's cackles.
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Sorry, got a bit busy over the weekend.
"You're staying here whether you want it or not, demon! Surrender or get crushed, the choice is yours!"
To prove his point, or maybe vent some frustration, Logar keeps beating Erylium with his weapons.
Flail: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22, Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11 Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Tankard: 1d20 ⇒ 13, Damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
"Alright Tylur, keep holding her in place... this is gonna be ugly..."
Logar takes aim and swings both of his weapons down at the she-demon, hoping to crush her before she can slither out of the fighter's grasp. Both attacks connect, and while her outlandish resistances protect her from most of the damage, she is one step closer to an end.
Flail: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19, Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Tankard: 1d20 ⇒ 17, Damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
"Ah, thanks Cordwin, Aurora, I really was getting a little beat. If you ever need me to return the favour, the Drunk Hero is generous with his healing magic."
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
"Here we go, demon-spawn, prepare for some righteous pain!"
Having already seen how Erylium deftly dodged all of Nimreass' attacks, Logar chooses the accuracy of his flail over the possibly higher damage output of both weapons. To compensate, he calls a fraction of divine power to make the flail just a little bit sharper.
Flail: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19, Damage + Ferocious Strike: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
"Yes!", the cleric exclaims in desperate triumph. "Thank the gods you're here, Cordwin!"
Logar rushes up the stairs and positions himself next to the dwarf, prepared to fill his space when he steps back.
Sorry I wasn't posting, I just didn't feel like there's much for me to do. Erylium can take an AoO on me, I think.
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Logar braces for any future attacks from Erylium, dedicating most of himself to following her movements. A sliver of his attention falls on Nimreass, though.
An elf-born who can't even shoot? That's the only thing the blasted things are good at, killing others without staining their hands. Once we're out of this hole, I'll get myself a crossbow and show him how it's done.
Taking the Total Defense action.
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Well, here goes nothing.
"This is not what my weapons were made for... listen, you flying rat, you're coming down whether you want to or not!"
Logar runs towards Erylium, hopping onto the railing...
Dexterity: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
...and falls down, right on his butt.
It was worth a shot.
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Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Because this fight isn't going anywhere, I want to try something cinematic. Can I try to jump off the ledge we're on, entangle Erylium with my flail and take her to the floor with me? I know it sounds terribly unrealistic, but it's cool and that's the point of Pathfinder.
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Logar starts beating on the shrine, though his Flail attack is too careful so as not to accidentally break his own weapon, barely scratching the font.
Flail: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4, Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Tankard: 1d20 ⇒ 18, Damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Realising that Erylium will not be within his reach for the time being, Logar hustles up the stairs and towards the water-filled altar.
"So, that's the thing I'm supposed to 'consecrate'?"
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
His patience running short, Logar tries to think of a way to bring Erylium down into his weapons' reach.
"Half-elf," he says, "can you aim at her wings? I believe my flail will be more effective than your crossbow, if only we could get her down here."
By the way, Nimreass, 19 on a crossbow threatens critical.
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
"Like I said, I'm not a priest who carries holy water around", Logar shouts without taking his eyes off his flying enemy. "I can directly funnel some of Cayden Cailean's power into the font though."
Would channeling positive energy into the altar help in any way?
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Thanks for the Fortune and the Guidance, but with Erylium flying high I can't touch her, to my understanding. I'm currently waiting to see if anyone can do anything about that, but I guess not.
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Will + Fortified Drinker: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14, Will + Fortified Drinker: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Confused from the last six seconds' events, Logar shakes a bit and turns his gaze to the flying creature. He moves closer, skipping over the foul creature's body, and raises his tankard in the air. "May the Drunken Hero guard me from your assault; lechayim!", he says and makes a drinking motion with the tankard, becoming covered with a radiant, magical coat.
Moving and casting Protection from Evil on myself.
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Will + Fortified Drinker: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
"Good job, Tylur!"
Logar prepares to strike the wrathspawn, but just as his hand is about to swing forward, the half orc's entire body freezes.
That can't be good.
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
"Is... is this Tsuto? Doesn't sound like what you described at all."
Logar slips into the room, approaching the newly-created Sinspawn and striking at him with his flail. The metal orb's spikes beat at the aberration, dealing a hefty amount of damage.
Flail (without TWF): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14. Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Logar grabs his flail and tankard and nods in agreement.
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
"If anyone wants to check the door for traps like René said, go ahead. If not, I'm going in."
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
"There's sense in what Tylur says. If Cordwin doesn't hear anything, let us push to the east."
Logar wipes a sweaty hand on his pants. The exciting rush of battle, straight into a painstakingly wary cave crawl... when he returns to tell tales of this adventure at the Hagfish, Logar will have to remove some of these parts.
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Logar nods and pushes the door open, stepping inside and examining his surroundings.
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
"Lovely sight."
Logar treads forward, flipping debris and inspecting rubble as he goes. Looks like an old storeroom. Hope whatever broke the western wall isn't going to try and break us too. Arriving at the door, Logar presses his ear against it, holding his breathing and motioning the others to be as quiet as possible.
Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Assuming I don't hear anything... The Caydenite makes an inquisitive gesture with his hand, checking whether or not the group is ready to move on.
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
"Cayden Cailean grants me limited healing power, and this bank of energy depletes quickly before I need to rest to restore it. Seeing as both Tylur and I were hurt, it might not be a waste to use it."
Logar looks at Tylur, transforming his last statement into a question. Surely there was a better way to cure the wounds on both of them, but if it meant earning more of the party's trust, then Logar would do that. The half orc then listens to René, thinking for a moment before nodding.
"You can never know what sort of scrying these monsters might have. Sending someone to sneak alone might be a suicide mission. We should stick together."
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Logar follows Nimreass carefully, breathing heavily, pausing before every turn and squinting at the shadowy passages. He runs his hand on his wounds once in a while, hoping them to stop aching.
"Should we check that out?", he asks, pointing eastwards at the area of worked stone.
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Logar doesn't even flinch when he sees the contents of Tylur's stomach fly outwards. Evidently, he has seen his share of sickness and vomit in the many nights of drinking and brawling he has experienced. The half orc looks compassionately, stoppers the bottle and stows it back in his bag.
"You know, perhaps mead isn't what Tylur needs right now. Someone fetch him some water, and make sure he doesn't harm anyone in his fits."
It's just like when someone drinks one serving too much, isn't it? Let him rest, clean his head, wait, and hope for the best.
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Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Logar sheathes his flail and takes a piece of cloth out of his backpack, wincing slightly as he wipes some blood off his wound. When Aurora approaches him for help, the cleric runs a hand through his brown hair, his mouth ajar.
"Not a priest, no; merely a clerk. Very sorry, but I don't have any magical cure to help Tylur. Best I can offer is some mead to clear our friend's head."
Logar cleans his tankard of any monster remnants, then takes a bottle out of his backpack, labeled Honey Caydenmead. The half-orc twists the container open and pours some of its contents into the tankard, quickly chugging it and motioning Aurora with a friendly yet apologetic face.
"Not the best, but it works."
Granting myself a one-hour +2 to saves against Mind-Affecting using Fortified Drinker.
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Will save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Unnatural anger starts welling up inside Logar as the sinspawn strikes at him, but quickly subsides, allowing the half-orc's mind to remain clear.
"You will pay for this, abomination!", cries Logar as he imbues his flail with fierce divine power.
Flail, TWF: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20, Damage + Ferocious Strike: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Tankard, TWF: 1d20 ⇒ 18, Damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
This time, both attacks land, crushing the creature's head between the two weapons.
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Trying to quickly find the most tactically sound thing to do, Logar takes a swift step southwards, positioning himself in the corner. The half orc lashes out with his flail, then - probably to the surprise of most combatants - swings the tankard over the sinspawn's head. It is unclear whether this is a failed attack attempt or a distraction, but the flail attack connects, beating at the aberration's flesh.
Flail, TWF: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16, Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Tankard, TWF: 1d20 ⇒ 4, Damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
Logar's heart pounds loudly as he and the "heroes" go down the tunnel. He constantly fidgets with his flail, holding it tightly and looping it around nervously. When the road curves into the monster-inhabited cave, a drop of cold sweat runs down the half-orc's forehead. It is time to prove myself.
Logar firms up his grasp on the flail and begins approaching the Sinspawn, his back to the wall. As he walks, he detaches the tankard from his belt and clutches it with his left hand as if it was a weapon. Finally, when he is close enough, Logar unleashes an attack with his flail upon the Wrathspawn.
"To hell with you, abberation!"
Flail: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21, Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
I do not seem to have access to the map yet. Will post my actions once I do.
Male Half-orc Cleric of Cayden Cailean 2 (HP: 17/20) (AC:18 FF:16 T:12) (Fort: +4 Ref: +2 Will: +5) (Init: +2) (Perc: +2)
"Well, that's one confusing story. A man who likes hunting piggies you say; and Ameiko? That would be... the Kaijitsu girl who tends to this place, right? I've mostly been sitting in the Hagfish till now, so I don't really know her."
For a few silent moments, Logar fidgets with the top of his tankard before grabbing it and attaching it back to its clasp on his belt.
"Whatever she or her brother might have to do with the goblins, and whatever these tunnels you speak of could contain, I've decided I'm coming with you. May our exploits be told of over a pint of good drink."
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