(Adventure) The Haunted Halls of Stonepike

OoC:Moving right along...

Aranel moves around and fires at the large form upon the ground, <hitting for 2 HP>.

Ishmael Charges, bringing Violet down <6HP>, smashing the fallen Owlbear.
<Ishmael now in D-9>

Algram charges up, though he misses with his Axe.
<Now in D-8>


The Owlbear stands <MEAction> and swings at Algram, missing...

Sturm,Rurik,Telerin...
 

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Rurik's action will still be to drop his bow, grab his waraxe and advance as far as possible toward the remaining Owlbear.
 


Sturm takes one look at the fallen Owlbear, let's out a quiet harumph, then heads off screaming at the next one...
 
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Seeing the owlbear was taken down swiftly, Arnel gave the shadowy figures a grim smile, turned and headed for the other beast, planning to get close enough to try and stick it with a small bolt anyway.
 

OOC:Sturm can't make the 80' for a Charge, plus it's getting sort of crowded up orth...

IC

Sturm turns and moves north,some 60 feet, ready for a Charge on his next opportunity.

Rurik moves in, cutting the beast < 12 HP>.

Telerin, throwing caution to the wind, launches an arrow at the recently upright Owlbear, grinning in satisfaction as his shot flies true <3HP>.

The Owlbear lets out a roar tat ends in a birdlike shriek and crashes to the ground, Whitefang still savaging it's leg.


Both beasts lie slain upon the ground.
 

Sturm jogs to a halt, a little disappointed to see the second owlbear fell before he had a chance to swing at it. Sighing but not saying a word, he stumbles back over to his bedroll and falls in a tiny heap of himself, falling quickly back to sleep.
 

Turning around to head back toward the fire, Rurik passes the druid. "Yer got some pretty good shootin' 'ere, Telerin..."

Once back at his ruck, it takes about .4 seconds for Rurik to fall back asleep after his head hits the pillow.
 

Telerin thanked Rurik as he let out a relieved sigh. While he did not like having to kill creatures like that, it was the way of nature to prey upon one another. So, he slung his bow over his shoulder and knelt down, calling to Whitefang and smiling. The wolf had sure done his work well.
 

Thurgan was still breathing heavily, uncertain that the attack was over. Mere seconds had passed . . . After a few moments the pain started to increase in his sides . . .

"Oww . . . " he muttered, touching his side gingerly. He looked around to see if any other creatures had been drawn to the conflict.
 

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