Taking note of the second Minotaur, Vaeryn darts back the way he came and looses another arrow, which buries itself in the muscled abdomen of the shaggy white minotaur.
DM Note - Vaeryn only:[sblock]based on the background noises he's hearing, Vaeryn gets the idea that there might be more of these creatures around.[/sblock]
Karna is taken aback by the appearance of a second bull-man and stays in place, rooted in fear.
Through the red haze of rage and sweat and hormones and musk Ranulf, self-proclaimed Eater or Hearts dimly
realizes that he forgot to post his character sheet to the Rogue's Gallery senses a new threat to his kill. Screaming and howling he makes his way to the 2nd minotaur, barely noticing the
flashinggreataxe of the beast as it misses not once, but
two times. Ranulf's attack goes wide as he carelessly bats the heavy steel of the creature's heavy axe aside.
Unity swaggers and prances, in manner most un-Warforged-like and eventually dances his way to the great beasts side and plunges his shortsword deeply into its leg; the minotaur howls in anger.
The massive monster takes a step back and swings its axe
heavilyat Unity, though the dancing warforged manages to step nimbly out of the way, laughing all the while. Heavy footfalls can be heard, rapidly approaching the melee and Unity's laughter soon turns to a howl of
pain as his body is lifted up in the air; a THIRD minotaur appears beneath the flailing warforged, impaled on it's horns. The great beast contemptuously tosses its head. Unity manages to dance to his feet, despite his damage and ruptured plating.
Lost in his raging hormones, Ranulf feels the lightest of
caresses (6 STR Damage); followed immediately by a feeling of intense weakness. Where once stood no one, a withered and aged old crone with hair the color of seaweed and skin the color of saw grass fades into view, cackling manically. He quickly shakes off the feeling though, grinning at the thought of another kill.
Leigh searches for survivors amongst the burning wagons, but finds none. The child's body is impaled hideously on a broken plank of wood... there's no surviving that. There are plenty of bodies but they're quite obviously butchered. A group of robed ocher-robed travelers is valiantly praying for deliverance amidst the burning wreckage of the remaining wagon.
Pick stands as still as a statue.
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DM Note: 1st AOO is mislabeled, should have been a readied action.
Unity takes 23 damage, before any damage resistance.
Ranulf resists the touch of weakness with a natural 20; +1 to all rolls for you next round!