Bad Guys 27 (AC 18 or 13 touch)
Alarion 24
Raul 23
Soulfetter 14
Darius 13
Thea 10
Jonas 6
Brae 6
Alarion staggers as the axe cuts and burns him through a weak spot on his banded armor. The poison continues to sap his endurance, and the knight from Tovarre is now barely able to stand. Though his grey eyes are grim, and his handsome countenance pale, he somehow manages to smile through the pain.
"Is that the best you can do, you craven beast? Face the Justice of Barcarus!" He raises his sword, the sunlight glimmering on its blade, and thrusts viciously, plunging it almost to the quillons into the troll's belly. He turns it as he withdraws, and sends a quick backhand stroke, but his weariness makes it go wide.
Raul raises his crossbow and fires into the tree instead of the green troll in front of him. Raul moves forward 5 ft instead of reloading.
SoulFetter drops his bow and reaches down to grasp the javelin. Muscles bulge as he yanks the weapon out of his thigh and hurls it back at the puny . . . whatever it is . . . that dared to attack him.
"You look pretty funny (as he pulls the javelin free) yourself. Is that the best you've got?" (as he throws the javelin)
The missile stands quivering in the trunk of the tree the cowardly creature ducked behind.
Darius steps up beside Alarion and smoothly switches from his bow to his sword. He swings too hard, though, giving the troll a chance to dodge out of the way.
Thea looked carefully from side to side- thankfully it seemed as if there were only two of these things. She wasn't exactly sure what they were- they weren't orcs, and didn't seem to be real trolls. They definitely weren't friendly, but that was hardly news to the constables- lots of things were unfriendly when the law came to visit.
After a moment, she turned her attention to one of the beasts. Once more she wove a few words of magic, attempting to influence its mind for a few crucial seconds. Even if it didn't work, the spell might help her figure out how tough these things were going to be.
Jonas fires a brace of arrows at Frick scoring one minor hit.
Seeing Alarion cut by the heavy axe, Brae moves to aid the knight.
"By Meda, watch yourself knight," he says as he closes. The cleric places a strong hand upon Alrarion's shoulder, and channel's the power of Meda into the man's body.
So, that's the one flinging javelins at SoulFetter, then, Frack that is Thea's target. His eyes glaze over for a very brief moment, and then he shakes his head violently from side to side apparently too powerful for such simple magic to effect, showering all nearby with generous spatters of a foul goo of some sort. He then cackles at Thea and turns his full attention to her. He lashes out at Thea with two claws and she smells his fetid breath as he leans in close trying to bite her. Frack connects all three times, savaging Thea (15 points total damage).
[sblock=Raul]Raul has an attack of opportunity coming against Frack as he scampers past on his way to Thea.[/sblock]
Frick swings the huge
Axe (1d20+8=17) again, but just misses Darius by a whisker's breadth as he dodges back.
OOC: Actions for round 3?