Men'Thar-The Lost Patriarch

[DralonXitz]

Skarsus reels with the dark warrior's blow and cringes all the more when he notices his allies had stepped in just as he had not wanted. Nonetheless, when Thromgril's axe plows into their adversary, the young rider manages a small smile and taking heart, attacks again with quick strikes to the warrior's chest and legs.

**Full attack this round +12/+6 (+1 from Bless), damage d8+6 [Crit on 17-20 x3], AC 27 vs evil (Due to PfE), 25 otherwise (because of Mage Armour.)**

As the blade pulls out of Skarsus' back, he quickly spins around and delivers his Longsword to the Dark Warriors chest(12+11=23, HIT, 12 Damage) spraying blood all over the Human;s body as he gashes with anger. As the warrior falls back a bit, he twirls the blade down and slashes at his legs(12+7=19, HIT, 9 Damage) dropping him down to the floor, as the Dark Warrior howls in pain.

As his armored body hits the floor, he grips his Greatsword and thrusts it straight into Skarsus stomach(14+15=29, HIT, 12 Damage) sending a wave of pain through the Mieran, blood leaking across the Greatsword as the Dark Warrior laughs hystericlly.

Cursing quietly to himself on the near miss, Ackalon watches as he quickly reloads his crossbow. He sees the bounty hunter fall, knowing as his companions gather to finish him off, he once again aims and fires...hopefully this time....I'll hit him instead of a raging dwarf... He thinks to himself...

OOC: try once again...as long as he is flanked I can still sneak attack...so +7 to hit (+11 with bless and flank -4 with firing into melee)

As the Half-Elf quickly reloads, he closes one eye and aims carefully at the Dark Warrior, training his aim to near perfection. He slowly squeezes the trigger and releases a bolt(11+7=18, MISS). But just before it makes contact, a fierce gust of wind knocks it off course into a small child's chest, knocking him down with the power of a hammer.

Derrik moves in for a blow, not seeing the need for another spell for now, he'll advance and strike at the dark warrior, his shield ready to deflect any blows and his hammer seeking the dark warriors body.

OOC: Warhammer +11 melee (1d8+5, x3)

OOC: Not seeing the strike against the child, Derrik quickly charges up and screams as he raises his Warhammer into the air and smashes it down with full force down towards the warrior's body(11+6=17, MISS). By some unexplanible stroke of luck, the Dark Warrior barely spins out of the way, sending the hammer directly into the earth as a shockwave rumbles across the nearby ground. Having seen the painful strike of the dark warrior, Zar-Vroxiar uses his last "Mage Armor" spell on himself. His voice echoes with an otherworldly bellow as the the arcane gestures of his hands create the gathering of a mystical shield around himself. The Elf waves his hands and the glowing aura wraps around his entire body as the protective forces envelop him. As the dark warrior falls to the ground, Thromgril heaves his mighty axe back over his head. His features contort and spittle flies from his mouth as he says, "Be sure 'n tell da Gatekeepers of Hell that Thromgril sent ya!". Mercilessly, the dwarf brings his axe to bear on his prone opponent. (OOC- Full attack, +2 Power Attack, +12/+7 [w/bless] Greataxe 1d12+12 dam. AC 14 from rage. Sorry for the change from my "two round orders", I wasn't sure I'd be able to post in time. ) As his fellow Dwarf misses, Thromgirl boldly laughs and swipes down at the wounded Dark Warrior, screaming his warcry as he delivers the blade downwards(12+3=15, MISS). Just like his Dwarven ally, the Dark Warrior rolls back over again, sending the axe into the dirt. But just as he tries to stand back up, Thromgril takes out the Axe and delivers it right into the center of his back(7+17=24, HIT, 14 Damage), sending a scream of terror throughout the area as he falls straight back down, facepiling into the earth.

 

[Vendetta]

Zar-Vroxiar sees the man go down but isn't about to let him off... he begins the incantation for Magic Missile.

 

[ferretguy]

Grimacing with his last shot, Well never did like kids anyway...probably would've grown up to be some type of town guard anyway..he thinks to himself. Knowing that his aim seems to be off quite a bit today he draws his swords and moves to strike from the best position, hoping this dark warrior is down but knowing its always good to keep them down once the enemy has fallen


OOC: Move up into a flanking position using 2 weapon combo to attack: +9/+8 (including flanking bonus and bless if possible also sneak attack with first attack so 1d6+1 (+3d6)and 1d6(2nd sword)....hate close range combat....

 

[deadestdai]

Holding his shield low to take any blows that may come his way, Skarsus stabs twice at his adversary's face, hoping to finish him off.

**Full attack this round, sidestepping to try to flank him opposite Thromgril +14/+8 or if no flank +12/+6 (+1 from Bless) (damage d8+6 [Crit on 17-20 x3], AC 27 vs evil (Due to PfE), 25 otherwise (because of Mage Armour.)**

 

[taitzu52]

Thromgril grins as he foils the Dark Warrior's plans of evasion. A red haze hangs in his eyes as he turns to finish his foe.

(OOC- Full attack, +2 Power Attack, +12/+7 [w/bless](+14/+9 if flanking) Greataxe 1d12+12 dam. 19-20x3 crit., AC 14 from rage.)

 

[Ferrix]

Derrik heaves his hammer of his shoulder and takes a step back, and then yells to the crossbowman "what the hell you be doing lad that bolt almost near clipp..." his voice trailing off as he surveys around the area and notices the child. His voice a horrified whisper, "By the hammer lad what've ye done?" He'll rush to the child and pray that he's still alive.

 

[deadestdai]

Skarsus' battle cry grows in volume, hoping the "gods" will hear his call.

 

[Vendetta]

The incantation of the Magic Missile spell grows in volume to match Skarsus' own voice.

 

[taitzu52]

Thromgril belches loudly.

 

[DralonXitz]

Zar-Vroxiar sees the man go down but isn't about to let him off... he begins the incantation for Magic Missile.

As the Elf becomes silent, a flurry of Missiles fly emit from his hand and head at the fallen Knight. Just as the warrior looks up, an explosion, an axe blow and a pierce to the chest smash into him at the same time, consuming his entire body with pain. As he looks at Skarsus, standing over him with his blade in his chest, he whispers, "You...win...". His head falls back to the earth as his breath stops. The Mieran pulls his sword out of the warrior and stands over him, a sense of victory filling him.