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Message: <blockquote data-quote="EvolutionKB" data-source="post: 4678792" data-attributes="member: 47833">Stellan growls in rage. You'll not escape so easily, you useless bag of bones, he shouts at the undead as he stalks up behind it. The shifter swings his axe waist high. The blow is too high to jump over, and to low to duck under. The axe bites deep into the creature's side and several ribs crack. The wet sand underneath the shifter's feet flows up his legs and torso, covering his body for the moment. When Stellan pulls the axe free, the creature turns, hissing at the angry shifter. No cry of pain or splash of blood reminds The Lost that they are facing unnatural creatures. [sblock=ooc]Stellan uses a battleaxe right? Should be d10 for damage, not d8. I rolled again for you and you got a 6 again, so no change for damage.[/sblock] Thought you constructs were made of sterner stuff? Pull yourself together, this bag of bones has nothing on you! He then jabs the flail at the skeleton, smashing some of it, but he overextends himself, leaving an opening. Hesh winks at the warforged as he does this.  The skeleton can't resist the opening being made, the undead raises it's longsword ready to bring it down on Hesh. Xandren is quicker though, his own huge blade crashes into the skeleton's shoulders as it turns to assault the hobgoblin. That blow proved final as the creature fell to the ground, the foul energy that animated it leaking out onto the sand. Seeing the skeleton fall, gives Thormir a sense of accomplishment, and fortifies him for the time being. Why won't you die AGAIN, you sack of undead s***!!? shouts Thormir half-panicked, retreating shortly and pointing an open hand at his aggressor. Flames envelop the horror, burning it yet more, and seem to linger upon it, as if waiting. Try and hurt me again, ya brainless monster!The creature hisses at the dwarf, and is ready to step foward against him, when Lorn emerges from the confines of the ship. A pair of vials are held in his hand. The wizard holds his staff in the other. Gesturing out with the staff, dark tendrils of energy burst out from the sand, wrapping around the creature. The creature releases a chilling howl, before falling to the ground, motionless. The battle over, Lorn's sphere disappears.  Stellan's wounds mend slightly.  The battle had taken much out of The Lost.  Looking around, the sunrise is a few hours off. The rain appears to be letting up slightly, but the knee-high mist doesn't yet dissipate. END ENCOUNTER Milestone: Everybody gains 1 AP, See RG for XP  Lorn: 10/23 HS: 3/7(5) 1 AP-bloodiedXandren: 24/30 HS: 9/11(7) 1 APStellan: 17/30 HS: 9/10(7) 1 APHesh: 13/26 HS: 5/9(6) 2 AP-bloodiedThormir: 10/32 1 THP HS: 8/11(8) 1 AP-bloodied</blockquote>

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