D&D 5E Ironfang Invasion (IC)

[Charwoman Gene]

Grace continues hurling fire at the boar.

OOC: Sacred Flame: DC 13 Dex no damage on fail: 1D8 = [8] = 8

 

[River Song]

Vin slices at the boar again, he wasn't sure how tough this creature was but it looked real tough.

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[JustinCase]

"Deity or not, we can't stop now," Flint exclaims, moving away from the beast to avoid its massive tusks. He then turns around and attempts another firebolt.

OOC: Attack with Firebolt: [roll0] Damage: [roll1] fire

 

[Greenmtn]

Harb Half-Elf Paladin

OOC: Attack [roll0] Damage [roll1]

 

[Greenmtn]

Harb Half-Elf Paladin

OOC: Attack [roll0] Damage [roll1] religion [roll2][/roll] Removing his sword from the boars throat Harb brings up his shield just in time to put it between him and the beasts tusks. This is a truely large and powerful beast. It will feed many people. "Not a God, a blessing form the gods sent to us so try not to ruin the meat." He stabs again, this time aiming for the beasts massive head, Slicing through flesh and leaving a nasty cut by one eye.

 

[eayres33]

Harb continues to attack the boar landing a blow near its eye, as Flint’s firebolt singes the beast.

Corsa again fails to find the mark with her rapier attack, while Lal’s strike lands true and the gigantic beast begins to sway. Vin strikes with one of his blades as the boar lets out a long guttural groan.

As the beast begins to fall, Sister Grace’s sacred flame finds its home and the sharp end of Loosh’s pike finds a home.
The beast falls to its side and lets out its last breath.

GM: Not a nature good, gust a very big and very old boar Day 2, Week 1

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Loosh pats the beast behind one of its massive ears, "There, old girl. You will feed many. Many who have lost everything. We are very greatful."

He then looks around at the group. "How are we gonna carry all this?"

 

[Ancalagon]

Lal says.

"Well I'm strong, but I'm not *that* strong. Back home, there is a tremendously large beast, the Oly-Faunt, that is as big as this. A wise man once asked "how do you eat an Oly-Faunt? One bite at a time". I don't think we can drag this back to the camp, we'll have to butcher it here and bring back pieces to the camp, where we can smoke or dry the meat. This won't keep long I'm afraid".

 

[FitzTheRuke]

"I hate to say it, but maybe we should send a few of us to get that herb while the rest of us cut this up? It can't be too far now."

 

[River Song]

"We could always get some of the other folk to come here and help butcher it and someone good at skinning might be able to make something out of the hide to provide some protection from the elements."