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Vin sees the arc of blood from Loosh go past his face and the elf suddenly went cold inside. From deep within a sound started and a strident elvish war ballad stirred on his lips. With renewed confidence he lashed out with his blade again. BladeSinging AC 20 [roll0] [roll1]

"Nice magic hut," Kubeba sniffs at it suspiciously before entering.

Congrats on the new job! Best of luck with it mate.

[roll0] Kurzon dreamed, his fathers words. "Luck will often save a man; if his courage holds!"

Kurzon shakes his head, his orcish blood gifting him a resilience that allowed him to survive blows that would kill other men, he raises himself to his feet and as he stood he saw and felt a healing spells cast on him, with a quick look he nods his thanks to Sesto and lays about at the foes...

"Well this was fun," Bekah grimaces at the small spider. "Bit of bad luck us not being able to help with this chest, that locket looked like it was worth a fair bit." Turning on her heel she looks the way they came, "Have we walked far enough to earn a drink?"

Lionel bustled about the kitchen getting breakfast ready for the guests, he found it soothing to work like this. He supposed it game him the illusion of control, a well ordered kitchen was certainly more relaxing than a chaotic battlefield. But he smiled as he remembered opening his eyes and...

well, Vin seems to be on a spate of bad rolls. toe-to-toe with a minotaur is not the time for that.

Vin's eyes widened as he saw the big bull headed creature, "Oh dear," he whispers. His short sword lashes out, electricity writhing down the blade as he attacked the large monster. Booming Blade! [roll0] [roll1] [roll2] The elf almost snarled in frustration as his blade went wide, whilst...

Thren's stomach went through a series of convulsions at the thought of eating cat meat, a dry hacking sound came from him; not unlike a cat trying to dislodge a hairball. "T-that i-is soo wrong!" Anxious to move on from the topic of conversation, "I-it has b-b-b-been a long d-day. M-maybe w-we...

Bekah looked over at the old woman Rana, who seemed to be talking to the spider; but honestly who knew with that batty old crone! Idly she wondered if her magic let her just talk to spider; no, that would be too old specific but once again.... "Does your spider friend know how many of those...

Thren looks aghast at Arjhan's comments, "B-but you CAN'T eat c-cats!"

"Courage my dear," Bekah murmured even though she was a little un-nerved herself. "But it had the look of some unholy union of man and spider."

*gulp*

The big black warrior shrugs and smiles. "Fine by me, lets hole up and take a break."

Kubeba grins almost boyishly, "Unless you folk are feeling particularly tired, I say we move on to this other group and see what we can do to ruin their day."

Thren looked about, relatively happily now that the undead were gone, mostly. "D-d-does t-t-this mean we can g-g-get a cat!"

"I name thee the enemy! Return to grave! In Tyr's name!" Kurzon roars and unleashes two devastating blows at the undead dragon. As he does, his blade erupts into holy white fire and the divine energy pours into the decayed form, lighting it from within. Move action , manoeuvre around to Y 28...

OK looks like a hit and a crit! Luck trumps skill!

Kurzon's attack rolls with advantage, (due to Vow of Emnity) Hopefully he doesn't fluff this :) I'll do the damage in the IC post. [roll0] [roll1] [roll2] [roll3]