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Svaerd will carry things if people need him to because of weight. otherwise move along and guard

Svaerd will mope around for a bit, wipe his brow, thank his companions, and do what he can to aid protecting the group, healing, searching, etc.
(again i have been laid low, it seems to be my path, and yet the party continues to save me)
one day i will repay you all.

full attack on yellow boar, cleave if possible into the ettin with a 5 ft step into dead boars space if it drops or into the big dire boar if i cant step,

attack axe raged: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 15 = 173d6 + 11 ⇒ (4, 2, 5) + 11 = 22

if that is not possible because it doesnt drop etc, then 5 ft step back up and right diagonally

attack axe raged second attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 213d6 + 11 ⇒ (1, 1, 5) + 11 = 18

not sure if we were able to hide before the ambush draw, if so, attack from ambush when creature comes by. if not, then move, flank and attack if possible. if possible, 5 ft step, cleave attack 2 creatures.

attack with axe: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 233d6 + 8 ⇒ (1, 1, 5) + 8 = 15
second attack if i get it
2nd attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 273d6 + 8 ⇒ (5, 5, 3) + 8 = 21

follow along, prepare spells, be stealthy, be ready to charge

Svaerd is silent through everything as he is not the talker, and fighting is not now needed.
he nods to the new comer, and to the dragon, and lends his affirmation when others have decided their path.
he keeps watch, and is ready when they are.
only once they have left, does he ask the group
how do we know the dragon is not sending us to our doom, for a deal he made with the giant?

Svaerd screams at the gnome "I am serious, when this is over, if you are alive, i may kill you"
drop weapon, free action draw
Masterwork Heavy Mace (M) \ +14/+9 (+16/+11 in Rage) melee attack \ 1d8 +5 (+7 in Rage) damage \ [x2] critical \ bludgeoning damage
full attack action against 1 or more of them if i can cleave through each one
heavy mace attack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (16) + 14 = 301d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
if able to cleave
heavy mace attack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 14 = 251d8 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

second regular attack, against same as first, damaged, or new target
heavy mace attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 181d8 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
if able to cleave
heavy mace attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 221d8 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

I am an excellent climber (+15), do we need to take rope? and a light that will not go out, like one of the everburning flaming light providing ones that i could take with me?

ooc: does any of my weaponry glow?

Svaerd lets SOl do most if not all the talking. he will respond when spoken to but tactics and the like are not his wheelhouse to speak of.
"down is good" he says, when the topic comes up
"lots of fighting, not so much the talking, in here" he adds as they move along.

Svaerd nods to Phaligast, "Speed is of the utmost, as it seems by all these large words, and talk of magic and evil and gods"
he sighs heavily.
"Shall we be on with it then, one nights sleep in a good bed was enough, it appears."
he hefts his large axe and slides the 2 handed sword back into its scabbard on his back.

"I am Svaerd Kriggerson, born to the Bluff Hills. I do not speak as goods as these here" he points to Sol and Phaligast, "and they are good men, I follow them, into the pits of evil it appears, and beyond, if needed. We fought so many different things, the cat with tentacles out its back, the pudding that wants to date phaligast or have him over for dinner we bypassed for now, large creatures, orgres and trolls, orcs and hobgoblins, leaders of their tribes, casters of the magix that befuddle your mind..... i ... i even almost saw the darkness forever..... then there was that, ratfaced creature, and then the one time i woke up after saving the entire lot of these poor fools, and all they did was stare at me, most likely due to them never seeing such raw power and strength before......."

Svaerd eyes up most, leans his rather large sized greataxe against the table beside him, and if it is uncomfortable, he does the same with his twohanded sword to the other side and liffts it when it is mentioned "It can do awesome things in battle against a horde of enemies".

he then sits back and listens mostly, perhaps snorting, or sighing depending on what he hears and how far from the version of the truth or memory he recalls.

"Many with us, are no longer, for reasons of their own liking" he adds, almost to himself.

Svaerd screams as they run, being the back guard in case of any issues arise, until his enlargement runs its course.
On the way back to town, Svaerd is happy to have fresh air, and clean ground beneath them.
He looks forward to the future with this group

"Retreat as we can, but we cant just turn and run" Svaerd screams behind him, and then adds "Or can we?" he looks at Brosh.
he is bigger now, and thinks 1 more round of slaying might help, their cause, or to slow their followers "anyone going to burn these trolls to the ground? oil, anything?"

Svaerd will full attack, cleave options, gnoll/gnoll/troll target order, if they all drop then continue into ogre.
with haste i have 3 attacks. see what i can do.