[Eberron] The Forgotten Forge

Plonk shakes his head, tapping his feet. Are they done yet? He better not scratch Flawed... else... The gnome festers in rage, picking up a stone, ready to throw at the Shifter.
 

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Rawhide catches Plonk's movement out of the corner of his eye, and sensing a threat, instinctively hurls his great-axe in the gnome's direction. He immediately drops to all fours and begins growling dangerously...
 

Flawed senses that there is nothing that can snap the shifter out of his murderous state, and decides to fight back.

(AoO on the ranged attack, and normal attack, both with the warforged slam attack.)
 


Rawhide's greataxe flies through the air at Plonk [roll of 17 on d20, +5 melee attack, -4 circumstance (improvised weapon/not meant to be thrown), total 18, hit; roll of 8 on 1d10, +4 Str, total 12 damage], and lands in the gnome's chest. Plonk falls to the ground, bleeding heavily.

Flawed misses with his first attack (at the launching of the axe), but connects with his second, driving his fist into the shifter's skull [1st attack: AoO, roll of 5 on d20, +1 slam, total 6, miss; second attack: normal, roll of 15 on d20, +1 slam, total 16, hit; roll of 1 on 1d4, +1 Str, total 2 damage].

OOC: I assumed that Plonk went total defense on that, giving him an AC of 18 (+4 to AC 14). Anyhow, here're the stats again: Plonk has -6/6 hp, Gannon 2/9 hp, Rawhide 3/14 hp as he downshifts out of his shift/rage.
 


Plonk feels the massive hit and feels the call of the Master of Artificers... He is surronded by cogs, gearwheels, levers...
 
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Gannon gets up slowly, rips a sleeve off his shirt and puts it under his armor to stop the bleeding. Staggering towards Plonk he starts mumbling the very same words that caused Rawhide's wounds to heal (converting detect magic into cure minor wounds), falls to his knees beside the unconscious gnome and touches his face. Positive energy flows through the artificer's body and stops the bleeding. Gannon sits up against the wall of the sewer tunnel and looks at Plonk. That was a close one, Plonk... Don't try to pull anymore of those stunts, because I might not be there to save you. Then he looks at Rawhide with an expression that can only be described as hatred. "I may still not think like the puritans of the Order of the Silver Flame, but with your every action, Rawhide, you're making it so much easier for me to see just a little bit of truth in their words. Look what you've done! Look! You gave me wound which will take weeks to heal and you almost killed Plonk! Give me one good reason not to hand you over to the city watch so they can lock you up for good. You're a menace! Get a hold of yourself! I really gave you the benefit of the doubt, but even my patience has its limits."
 
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Rawhide's form visibly changes, growing smaller and less hairy; his teeth and claws growing smaller and less imposing. Froth and blood falls from his mouth and his eyes seem to spin in their sockets. The shifter rubs the side of his head and he looks around, blinking rapidly, as if he had just awoken from a long and deep sleep.

He vaguely hears Gannon's words, and their meaning (at least for now) are completely lost upon him. He sees his wounded companions and then his eyes fall upon the dead spider and he smiles, child-like, at Gannon.

"Me done good, boss? Me kilt da bug?"
 

Taken aback by the transformation, and still on guard if the shifter tries anything funny, Flawed growls
"GOOD? You almost killed Gannon and Plonk!"
 

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