OOC: Previous Round
Jovik, seeing his large companion fall, circles around behind the monstrosity and stabs at it. His weapon bounces off the flesh of the creature, leaving little more than the slightest scratch. Jovik winces in frustration.
OOC: The creature is a construct (not undead)
Init Order: Jovik (9), Scarecrow (
6), Danth (5), Kael (4), Jokad (recovering to standing)
Jovik tries again, lunging forward with even more power, but the 'thing' just elbows him away as if subconsciously batting away a fly.
The scarecrow grunts with pleasure to itself as the barbarian falls, and seems unconcerned as the young Shoanti staggers back to his feet. Instead his eyes fall upon the sorcerer who has caused it so much pain. It roars in mock anger at Kael, as if trying to frighten him the sheer hideousness of his face, and then swings into battle.
His attack is savage, the first massive swipe of the gigantic scythe cutting deep into Kael. He lets out an involuntary scream is the blood pulses from the chest wound. But then the scream is cut short. The scythe falls a second time, slicing so horrendously deep into Kael's gut that steam and ichor drip free. He turns pale, falls forward, and lies, very still, on the ground. A single whimper from Mal tells you all what you fear most.
Kael is dead!
OOC:
Dead! And please note that I rolled randomly on a 1d5 to see who the scarecrow would target this round.
The death of Kael seems to take everyone by surprise, not least the scarecrow who looks absolutely delighted, if a little stunned.
"
I deaded him. I DEADED HIM!" he hollers, turning his attention back to the group, a big smile creasing his face.
Danth, perhaps wisely, decides that now is the time to heal Jokad and get the barbarian back into the fray as quickly as possible.
The bison rushes, but is pushed aside angrily by the Scarecrow.
Jokad flickers back into consciousness amidst the feet of the hellish juggernaught just in time to watch Kael fall. Warm blood still flows freely from more wounds than he'd care to count but his head still remains on his shoulders and his limbs are intact.
The creature is momentarily distracted by Danth's glowing bison but not for long. Jokad watches the bloated heads that hang from the creature's belt as he gropes blindly for Whitefire. His calloused hand closes around the familiar hilt and he rolls back toward Danth and the others.
Preparing to stand he knows his final seconds in Golarion may be upon him. He would not go into the long night without taking a piece of this thing with him he vows. He spits a copious glob of blood upon the cracked flagstones and calls upon the spirits of his ancestors. He will avenge Kael!!!
He smiles grimly as Whitefire ignites once again.
OOC: Initiatives and actions please. It is an AC20 to hit, in case that changes your tactics at all.
Friadoc may still roleplay Mal for the time being.
