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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Phoenix" data-source="post: 2645856" data-attributes="member: 16166">[sblock]Initiative Order:Taran (and Twitchy and Cujo the Dire Wolf) - 19Rogue Group - 17 (Holding doors)Ba'aktar - 15Warrior Group - 13Ettin - 12Ghost - 9Yellow Robes - 5Combat Rolls:Dire Wolf attack roll (Ettin - AC 18) +13 - MissEttin attack of opportunity roll (Ba'aktar - AC 15) +29 - HitEttin damage roll (Ba'aktar) - 11ptsBa'aktar attack roll (Ettin - AC 18) +31 - HitBa'aktar damage roll - 13pts (37pts total)Warrior Group attack roll (Cultists - AC 13) +7 - MissWarrior Group attack roll (Ettin - AC 18) +10/+16 - Miss/MissEttin attack roll (Warrior - AC 14/Ba'aktar - AC 15) +18/+9 - Hit/MissEttin damage roll (Warrior) - 11pts (2/20hp)Ettin Will save (DC 14) +11 - FailureYellow Robes attack roll (AC 14) +16 - HitYellow Robes damage roll - 3pts (2/20hps)[/sblock]With a final gesturing of his hands, Taran launches the image of the spectral wolf down to the giant below.  As the magic strikes an image of a great wolf appears, snarling with rabid anger and fury, launching itself at the two-headed monster with eager abandon.  Beside the small druid, Twitchy scurries down the wall, eager to join the fray.A sickening crunch beats the large rat as Ba'aktar pulls himself off the corpse that he had landed on, charging with a primal fury at the massive creature that had provided such a fitting challenge for the warrior.  Before the half-orc could strike the massive creature swung its club, cracking loudly against Ba'aktar's chest, slowing him in his tracks.The half-orc beserker ignored the pain though, leaping forward and slashing across the creature's hip, spraying blood across the chamber and causing the creature to roar in pain.  The thing swung about wildly, striking another of the warriors across the side of his head and knocking him to the ground as well as barely missing Ba'aktar on the backward stroke.Through the battle, over the noise, a single cry rings out, reverberating through the chamber and carried on the wings of magic until the massive creature is drawn to hear it: "'ello 'ello 'ello, a funny thin' 'appened to me on tha way to the cultist's lair tonight.  I stopped off at the dry cleaners t' get me yellow robe, an' they thought it waz a custard stain, so now I'm the Snow White of the evil regime!"The huge creature stares blankly up at the walkway overhead, its four eyes blinking, stunned for a moment.  Then, at once, both mouths peel open with a terrible booming sound, the creature dropping to the ground, desperately trying to fend off the blows of the warriors around it as it loses control of itself and begins to cry with laughter.About the chamber the fight is going poorly for the remaining warriors, with the Yellow Cult beating back their bloodied opponents, victory at hand.</blockquote>

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