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Digger trusted little in these lands. However, there seemed little choice but to follow the signs. The other choice would be to blindly wander. Given these choices the Tall Man just grunted in affirmation.

Templeton came in low at the nearest zombie, almost on all-fours and thrust his slim sword up under the undead's ribcage. Surely a blade piercing a heart wouldve felled most foes! But skewering the unbeating chest a walking corpse did little to stop the thing. With a sigh Templeton again...

Emboldened by her success Cyan moves towards one of the bandits. Twin shortswords back out. She holds them defensively and waits for allies to back her up. Ooc: Apologies. I had a move that somehow did not get posted for last round and I did not realize it. Side note. We are 1st level...no bonus...

When sleep finally claimed the dwarf. so did the nightmare. It always was the same, the soothing sounds of the pick and hammer against stone. The warm feeling of comraderie of the Clan as they worked together to make the Hard Earth give up its treasures. Then the pain of a poisoned bolt; cold...

Digger stayed upfront. Ooc: Perception Perception Survival: 1D20+2 = [17]+2 = 19 1D20+2 = [5]+2 = 7 1D20+4 = [4]+4 = 8

Fareon sprung forward with a feral howl, wolf clung to his side protectively and bared his fangs in the direction of the unseen growling. Fareon used his momentum to hurl his javelin at the diminuitive giant with dramatic results. ooc: Looking on the map on my phone I got turned around...

Tyrial quickly moves in front of Rumdum; taking his place in the "front line".

Just confirming, Jonathon is correct.

Alrighty if everyone is happy with their submissions, I will do a final point check this weekend and look to start next week.

Fareon and his Wolf padded along behind still amused by the variety of strangeness he has encountered.

All the linked powers

Nope. Reaction at the end of zombie turn moves him to J12 His turn starts. He attacks 4 and uses bonus action to Disengage and then moves to I6

At the "air quotes" Fareon almost launched a javelin at Searinox, but stays his hand when he realizes the odd movement was not a somantic gesture of spellcasting. The bantam barbarian threw his head back and laughed. "We are agreed then!"

All good

Templeton was at J12 at the start of the round. But moved to I6 by the end.

"Be thankful that is all I am throwing mageling." Said Fareon with a feral smile. "For if I or Wolf come into the path of foul magicks, it is you who have been warned."

Fareon eyed Searinox dangerously. "Indeed, best we ALL be more careful." Taking in the news that there was some sort of shrinking magicks about the halfling shook his head. "I don't want to get any smaller! Let us grab the loot and be off."

After expending his healing powers on the injured, Kildrak settled in, grateful that they had found an ally. Now that they were free however, he was not sure if many of his fellow escapees were to be trusted. With resources scarce, and the very nature of some of them, he was certain there would...

One...two...three...THREE Zombies that were way too close for comfort for Templeton. Already bleeding from multiple scratches the rogue deftly stepped away from the thick of the fray. "I got yer back Fancypants. WAY back!" On his way he took a stab at a zombie near Emmyr but missed...not...

I think a 9 misses her, yes?