If Thoughts Could Kill

[Hammerhead]

For lady! For wizard man! Groknar cries again. All of his friends except Jobu stopped moving. and dead guy was very fast in magicking them. He constructs a wall of pure mental rage to block the lich's cowardly attempts to stop him [Will Save +11] and brings his axe down twice more on his enemy. [+23 Attack, 1d12+20+2d6+1d6 Acid]

 

[Keia]

Verra struggles to defend himself against the blasts of fire, knowing that with a lock he cannot think but he can defend himself. Of course, nothing was leaping to mind other than cover from the blast. Their only hope was the raging half-orc champion against the lich. Verra liked his chances.

 

[Uriel]

Bellus.er...Bellus thinks some really nasty things regarding what he'd like to do to the Lich.

 

[GruTheWanderer]

The blue uses the dorje again, burning Tarkus (20 damage), Verra (10 damage), and William (10 damage). Tarkus looks like he can only take one or two more attacks like that (12 hp left).

Tulmercy smirks at Groknar and defensively activates a ring. He disappears from the mouth of the dead dire bear and reappears next to the blue. He manifests another spell, and flies forty feet up above the desert sands.

Tuskaar charges out and around the wall, heading for the only target at ground level. He grabs the blue goblin threatening his master in his enormous maw and shakes him vigorously. There will be no more whitefire from this goblin.

Groknar, please choose a new action.

 

[Hammerhead]

Groknar, annoyed at the disappearance of the lich, runs around the wall underneath his flying target, and hurls his axe at Tulmercy, screaming as he does so. [+12 1d12+15+2d6+1d6 Acid Now you die, dead guy! the half-orc screams triumphantly.

 

[GruTheWanderer]

I'll use 10 for the range increment.

The greataxe tumbles gracelessly through the air. It appears it might hit, but it bounces off the ectoplasmic armor of the lich and falls the the ground.

The lich manifests a maximized concussion at the ground near the half-orc's position. Tuskaar, William, and Groknar are all affected (28 damage). The dire boar drops to the ground, unconscious (-3 hp). William also looks really bad (15 hp).

The lich then manifests brain lock a seventh time. But, for the first time, a target resists!

Go Groknar, go!

 

[Hammerhead]

Groknar prepares to retrieve his axe and launch it again at Tulmercy. Jobu, however, has a better plan.

Moving with superhuman speed, Groknar races across the desert to Verra's rigid body and liberating him of his bow and his quiver of arrows. Turning towards the flying lich in triumph, Groknar proclaims Me nowhere near dead yet, dead guy, and amulet make me i-mune to com-pull-shin.

 

[Keia]

"Hey, big guy, what the heck are you doing . . . oh, yeah lips and mouth aren't moving. Ohhhh . . .the bow. don't break it . . .^gulp^" Verra thought, or tried to think. A person is allowed to defend himself while brain locked, however, Verra will not defend himself from Groknar's actions.

 

[GruTheWanderer]

"Have no fear, half-orc. I have no wish to compel you. I wish to slay the Chosen," the lich replies. With that, he manifests another maximized mass concussion in between on the ground between William and Groknar. Verra, Tarkus, and William are killed by the explosive force. Groknar is hurt, but not critically (28 damage).

The lich continues, "I suggest you return to the place from which you came, by the fastest means possible." For a moment Groknar looks east, but once again his barbarian instincts throw off the lich's mental powers.

 

[Hammerhead]

Groknar screams with rage. The elf who enchanted his weapon was murdered by this coward. His fellow warrior was killed. And his brother also slain, all without any ability to defend themselves honorably.

Groknar raises Verra's bow and fires two arrows at his foe, hoping to destroy him quickly. [+17/+12 1d8+15 110 feet]