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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Phoenix" data-source="post: 2380535" data-attributes="member: 16166">[sblock]Ba'aktar initiative +13Priest of Urbanus initiative +14Ba'aktar Will Save (DC 15) +17 - SuccessIntimidate check (DC 25) +20 - FailurePriest of Urbanus Attack Roll (AC 19) +20Spiritual Weapon Damage Roll - 8ptsBa'aktar Bull Rush check (DC 6) +25 - Success (24ft movement possible)[/sblock]Ba'aktar's eyes widen as he throws himself behind cover, desperate to avoid the priest's magic.  The old man's words come to an end a split second before Ba'aktar's reflexes can kick in and his legs begin to grow heavy, his arms stiff and his chest heavy.  With the last of his reserves the half-orc strains against the magic, his anger rising inside him, forcing his body to move!Somehow Ba'aktar's legs carry him behind the archway and out of sight, the magic fading from his bones, allowing him to rub his sore legs and prepare his next move."Give it up, pink-skin. We're here for the gold. We've got your buddy, so just tell us what we want to know and you'll come out of this..." Ba'aktar's yelling pauses for a second, "...alright."The old man's reply is barely perceivable, but Ba'aktar can definately make out a pig reference in it.  Looking about he notices that the walls are too strong for him to force his way through with any success, or speed, and so Plan B is swiftly initated.Bursting from cover, the six foot four form of the towering half-orc goes barrelling toward the priest and his children, eyes hardened and shoulder set for impact.  Too late does he hear the last of the spell as it is intoned.  Awaiting him, materializing in mid air, the form of a floating sledgehammer swings directly at his face.The momentum of Ba'aktar works against him, and the sledgehammer slams into him squarely on the cheek, causing a painful cracking sound and spinning the half-orc around violently.  Keeping his feet barely, Ba'aktar looks around once more with bloodlust in his eyes a roars as his feet take him faster that ever forward.The priest barely saw it coming.One massive arm outstretched easily caught the old man's neck solidly, and swinging him around and down Ba'aktar them him to the floor like a paper doll.  With a solid thumping noise, the old man lay on the floor, his children screaming and cowering in the corner of the room.  Gasping for breath instead of casting spells, the priest desperately rubs his throat to get feeling back, barely aware of the tower of half-orc flesh that now looks down at him.</blockquote>

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