A Merc's Life: Howl of the Carrion King [01]

[renau1g]

I want to repeat, YOU DAMN DIRTY APES

With a howl of pain as the powerful jaws pierce the dwarven scalemail, Aodhán's return strike is wild as his anger clouds his mind.

[sblock=ooc]
Attack the baboon next to me atk; dmg

(1d20 4=12, 1d10 2=9) likely a miss, unless 12 AC hits...[/sblock]

[sblock=Stat Block]

   HP: 29/29     AC: 19   AC(T): 12   AC(FF): 17
 Init: +02    ST(F):+05   ST(R):+02    ST(W):+08

  BAB: 01       CMB: 01     CMD: 15

Weapon                  Attack    Damage      Critical     Special
Dwarven WarAxe          +4        1d10+2         20/x3     +3 Damage (2H)
Javelin                 +3        1d6 +2         20/x2     

Domain Powers:
    Travel                                Trickery
    * Agile Feet (8x/Day)                 * Copy Cat (1 Rnd/Lvl, 8x/Day)

Spells:
    Orisons (4)                           First Level (4+1)
    * Create Water                        * Bless
    * Detect Magic                        * Cause Fear
    * Light                               * Longstrider (Domain Spell)
    * Mending                             * Lonrach's Favor
                                          * Protection from Evil

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[Maidhc O Casain]

With a howl of pain as the powerful jaws pierce the dwarven scalemail, Aodhán's return strike is wild as his anger clouds his mind, but Houwlou has his friend's back - and the baboons. His trusty longsword impales the ape and it's eyes cloud with sudden death.

Tsadok, grabs the scruff of the neck of the baboon that just buried his teeth in his thigh and with his other hand wacks it in the face with his sap. It's scream of outrage dies out in a whimper of unconsciousness.

Harnrey speaks the rough gutteral language of dragons while waving his wand over his empty hand. An orb, 2 inches in diamater and the color of reddish orange flames appears in his hands . . . in fact the orb seems to be flames in the shape of a sphere . . . he winds up and hurls the fiery ball directly into the face of the baboon perched on Sarenrae's statue. Even as the orb strikes - knocking the baboon backwards from its perch - it becomes a roaring, sinuous column of flame coiled around the statue. One end of the column forms rough facial features, and the 'head' looks around in seeming confusion for a brief second before spotting the remaining baboon about to launch itself at Houwlou's back. Quick as a thought the features blunt again and the end of the column hammers down. The hapless baboon is slammed to the ground and immolated. The column of fire disappears, leaving only a scorched smell and a flaming ball of fur and monkey pulp.

Tsadok stands dumbfounded, holding a hundred pound unconscious baboon by the scruff of the neck and surveying the devastation. Keeland moves his drawn bow from point to point, looking in vain for a target.

OOC: Fight's over.

 

[mleibrock]

Tsadok

Tsadok cradles the unconcious ape and without really saying a world begins walking to the nearest exterior exit. Once there, he will place the mammal outside the doorway and then he will rejoin the group.

Once back with his companions, he surveys any structural damage to the temple and will then say, "I'd like a minute to pray once again for healing, would anyone like to join me at the altar?"

ooc - finally a fight we could win!

 

[Leif]

Houwlou Groulenas

"Nice, Harnrey! I've never seen 'monkey pulp' shaped in quite that way before!"

A moment later, when Tsadok returns, Houwlou says, "I am generally not overly pious, my friend, but, in this case, yes, I will gladly join you for your devotions." The Olcan looks somewhat shaken by this battle. "Blast! Even the beasts of the field seem to be unduly hostile to us!


[sblock=stat block, Houwlou]

   HP: 27/27     AC: 17   AC(T): 11   AC(FF): 16
 Init: +01    ST(F):+05   ST(R):+04    ST(W):+04

  BAB: 02       CMB: +5     CMD: 16

Weapon                  Attack    Damage      Critical     Special
Longsword (MW)*         +5        1d8+3       19-20/x2     +1 TH Gnolls
  Dagger*               +4        1d4+1       19-20/x2     +2 TH/Damage
Longsword (MW)          +3        1d8+3       19-20/x2        (Undead)
  Longsword             +2        1d8+1       19-20/x2     
Javelin                 +3        1d6+3          20/x2     

                        *+7 & +6 TH if using these alone in primary hand

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[Scotley]

Keeland

Keeland bows respectfully for prayers, but is eager to get moving again.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Harnrey looks the the monkey pulp, looks to the statue, looks to his hand and then to the staue, confusion on his face, "uh, yeah, right. pulp. Uh, alter? yes, me too, but not for heeling. I am fine here." he follows the othere sto the alter while looking at this hand and wiggling his fingers, confusion still on his face"

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

You head back to the altar, where Tsadok, Harnry and Houwlou kneel and pray as Keeland bows his head in respect (surreptitiously keeping watch as he does so).

Tsadok and Harn are once again filled with the warmth of Sarenrae; all three of your minds put at ease as they are infused with a sense of indomitable purpose.

[sblock=OOC]Tsadok and Harnry are again under the effects of a Bless spell (+1 TH and +1 Saves vs. Fear) for the next 6 hours.

Updated map of the monastery is here.[/sblock]

 

[mleibrock]

As Tsadok kneels at Sarenrae's altar thanking her for helping he and his group to overcome the baboons, he can't stay focused. His thoughts keep returning to the ape he placed outside. How confused, lonely and possibly scared he will be when he wakes. Will he be able to find another group that will accept him into their family? Tsadok then realizes he relates to these feelings all to well. He looks left and then right and finally bows his head again and is able to maintain focus. Now he thanks Sarenrae for using him for her will and sending him new friends who seem to have accepted him.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Harnrey bows his head and gives thanks for the prescence of Sarenrae in protectintg her monistary from the wild animal that had used her statue as his perch.

 

[renau1g]

Aodhán will walk over to the altar, giving a brief prayer to another of the gods of light, but saving his true fealty for Lonrach alone. He does pray to The Finder of the Way, asking for blessings as he explores this fallen temple.