Shackled City - Chapter II

Happy that he somewhat stemmed the blood flow, he feel somewhat helpless as he sees his companions take on there foes with out him.

(Total Defense +4 AC)
 

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Althron smiles as he feels bone break beneath his mace it was a solid hit but he realises that his foe wasn't down for the count as a white hot fire of pain courses through him as the quills pierce his face. "Just die already you blasted animal," he mutters to himself as he attempts to reposition himself so that he and Alinis could flank the creature.

[sblock] 5 foot correctional to try and flank the howler.[/sblock]

Heavy Mace +3 (+2 for flank?) 2d6+3 20/x2
 

As Raven's new axe dug deep in the slaver's side, Zeric knew they had to press the advantage and keep the fiend from bringing its deadly urgosh into the combat.

~Cuthbert...if you are truly watching over us...help us...if not, the hell with you, we will do it on our own~

Sidestepping slightly, Zeric hoped the dwarf would buy his feint and expose even the slightest chink in his defense.
 

Zeric's morningstar crushed into the side of Kazmojen's armor, awarding a pleasing grunt of pain to the Hexblade as the dwarf-fiend took the brunt of the cruel weapon's damage (10 damage). The slaver gritted his teeth behind his faceplate and looked cautiously from Zeric to Raven closing in again from behind. Still concentrating on the howler, Orpheus quickly knocked another arrow in his shortbow, and sent it on its way, smiling as the projectile imbeded itself deep into the creature's bristly hide (5 damage).

Kazmojen roared as he swung his mighty urgrosh at Zeric, humilated at taking such a serious blow from the human. The blade of his axe found its mark this time as it sliced into the Hexblade's armor and cut a nasty slash through his chest (10 damage). Elyas' eyes went wide as he saw the horrific exchange between the two, thankful he wasn't in any apparent danger. He looked around nervously, his fists up in the air defensively, just in case...

Althron sidestepped the howler as deftly as any dwarf could manage, as he tried to make eye contact with Alinis, hoping the girl would understand his tactics. As he angled himself to the side of the creature it followed him. Using his momentum from bouncing to the right of the creature he swung the mace with all his might, latching the howler on the jaw (12 damage). Recoiling from the crippling blow, the howler made a pathetic attempt at scratching the cleric but its squirms were ended as Alinis, picking up on Althron's signals, came up behind the creature and put it out of its misery.

Raven crept up behind Kazmojen against, attempting to land another sharp blow, but this time the slaver was ready for her. He waited for the rogue to swing and then spun the opposite way, causing the half-orc to create a furrow in the ground with her swing.

Initiative:

Zeric - 16
Orpheus - 15
Kazmojen - 14
Elyas - 12
Althron - 11
Pyllrak - 8
Alinis - 6
Raven - 8 (Dropped initiative order)
 

Raven

OOC: Glad you're back, Majin!

Raven curses at her miss, but grimaces at Zeric's wound, but keeps to their tactics, angling around the fiend in a continuing attempt to flank and strike.
 


Seeing that his companions are handling the situation without him, Elyas slumps to the floor feeling that the last of his strength has left him.
 

Althron wastes no time spinning in place as the Howler breathes its last. "Yield and prepare to face justice or die Kazmojen." He says to the half dwarf with his enlarged heavy mace pointing at him.

[sblock] Diplomacy +2 [/sblock]

If Kazmojen does surrender then he will strip him of his weapons and armor (as well as keeping other characters from finishing him off)

If not he will step close enough to attack (10 foot reach) with a smite (+4 att, +2 dam)

Heavy Mace +3 (+4 for smite) (+2 for possible flank?) 2d6+5 20/x2
 

As the axe cut through the chain links as if they were little more than cloth, Zeric felt as if liquid fire had been poured across the length of his chest. Stepping back involuntarily from the force and savagery of the blow, Zeric forced his vision to refocus on the fiendish slaver and not on the sight of his lifeblood flowing freely down his chest.

~Cuthbert...if he lands another of those strikes you will see my face far sooner than I had planned...~

Although Zeric held no fear of death, the Hextorites had long since driven that weakness from his body, he did not wish to die with his mission unfinished.

~I must draw his focus on me fully...give Raven the time to strike...~

Screaming out in rage as Kazmojen turned a dismissive eye upon him, Zeric gripped his morningstar with both hands and lashed out once more hoping to shatter the demon spawn's skull once and for all.

[sblock]OOC: Two handed attack if possible, if not, then just use the dramatic effect for what it is..:)[/sblock]
 

Alinis doesn't bother with retoric, saving her breath for the fight to come. Her expression is icy cold with disgust and controlled rage. She will not give quarter, nor expect to recieve it and will retreat only at the last possible moment.
 

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