EvolutionKB
First Post
"Well, I did say it was a matter of life and death..." Roswyn mutters. She shakes her head, confident that she can get any authorities to see things her way, and focuses on the matter at hand.
Despite herself, Roswyn is impressed at the warforged barbarian's deadly skill as he mows his way through the hapless kobolds. "Good one, big guy!" she calls out as he drops yet another foe. "Let me give you a hand..." She twirls her orb above her head, and as the kaleidescopic colors of the hypnotic pattern fade, they are replaced by a field of smoky, half-seen tentacles that grasp at the kobold slinger and the adjacent kobold warrior.
The slinger, already severely injured panics as the tentacles wrap around his head. The slinger collapses in a heap. It's companion is luckier, gritting his teeth, resisting the gnome's magic. The other kobold near Cleaver, thinks it's safe, but the tentacles lash out at his mind as well when he sees his ally go down.
Her spell cast, Roswyn hurries down across the street, trying to stick close to Harkin. "Cleaver - finish them off!" she cries, imbuing her words with arcane healing energy.
Tondrek clapped and the funny shadows Talky Gnome made. Knowing to stay away, he conjured another ball of lightning against the slinger. However, he was still giggling from the gnome's magic, and it flew skyward, probably never to be seen again. Hopefully.
The kobolds, facing death, try and move away from the group. Roswyn's magic lingers in their minds, and it takes more effort to move their legs.
Harkin moves to his father. The teen pulls a hankerchief from his pocket, dabbing at the bloody knot on his father's head. "Wake up Pa! Wake up!"
Round 3:
Tondrek: 24-Acted
Kobolds: 18-Acted
Tamarand: 17-<--You are up.(Interrupt is ready)
Rohna: 16-
Cleaver: 13--
Roswyn: 10
Tondrek: 53/53 hp 6/10(13) AP: 0
Tamarand: 41/41 hp 8/8(10) AP: 1
Rohna: 47+4/51 hp 11/13(12) AP: 0
Cleaver: 52/52 hp 7/12(13) AP: 0
Roswyn: 29/35 hp 4/7(8) AP:
K2: -24 --slowed--bloodied
K1: -34--slowed--bloodied
Despite herself, Roswyn is impressed at the warforged barbarian's deadly skill as he mows his way through the hapless kobolds. "Good one, big guy!" she calls out as he drops yet another foe. "Let me give you a hand..." She twirls her orb above her head, and as the kaleidescopic colors of the hypnotic pattern fade, they are replaced by a field of smoky, half-seen tentacles that grasp at the kobold slinger and the adjacent kobold warrior.
The slinger, already severely injured panics as the tentacles wrap around his head. The slinger collapses in a heap. It's companion is luckier, gritting his teeth, resisting the gnome's magic. The other kobold near Cleaver, thinks it's safe, but the tentacles lash out at his mind as well when he sees his ally go down.
Her spell cast, Roswyn hurries down across the street, trying to stick close to Harkin. "Cleaver - finish them off!" she cries, imbuing her words with arcane healing energy.
Tondrek clapped and the funny shadows Talky Gnome made. Knowing to stay away, he conjured another ball of lightning against the slinger. However, he was still giggling from the gnome's magic, and it flew skyward, probably never to be seen again. Hopefully.
The kobolds, facing death, try and move away from the group. Roswyn's magic lingers in their minds, and it takes more effort to move their legs.
Harkin moves to his father. The teen pulls a hankerchief from his pocket, dabbing at the bloody knot on his father's head. "Wake up Pa! Wake up!"
Round 3:
Tondrek: 24-Acted
Kobolds: 18-Acted
Tamarand: 17-<--You are up.(Interrupt is ready)
Rohna: 16-
Cleaver: 13--
Roswyn: 10
Tondrek: 53/53 hp 6/10(13) AP: 0
Tamarand: 41/41 hp 8/8(10) AP: 1
Rohna: 47+4/51 hp 11/13(12) AP: 0
Cleaver: 52/52 hp 7/12(13) AP: 0
Roswyn: 29/35 hp 4/7(8) AP:
K2: -24 --slowed--bloodied
K1: -34--slowed--bloodied