The Test of Time

[Scotley]

Rurrahr Litorian Unfettered

Exultant at having drawn blood from his foe Rurrahr
swings (1d20+5=17) again. Once more the battle claw marks (1d8+3=8) the creature. The big Litorian revels in the battle and gets ready to attack once more.

OOC: Forgot my flanking bonus, should have been a 19 either way it should be a hit.

 

[Zoatebix]

Shi-Torob, Giant Champion of Death 1

Shi-Torob is moved by the Balthrok's tenacity. As he harries, dodges, and strikes at the beast he speaks softly, almost to himself. "Poor child - you face the inevitable!"

OOC: Again! 'Cut and paste' is being weird in either my browser or in EN World's posting app. My invisiblecastle dice roll ID for this round is 81186. 24 to hit if I'm still flanking, and 10 on the rolled damage.

OOC:

 

[Lobo Lurker]

K'trinaxes; AC 17 (touch 11); Fort +2, Refl +1, Will +5

K'trinaxes steps forward (I'll attempt to flank, but this doesn't look possible) and attempts to stab (1d20+4=19) the creature with his Iron Blade.

OOC: damage (1d8+5=10)
Note: Not fighting Defensively anymore

 

[Zoatebix]

Here're my rolls! Cut and paste is working again.

 

[Erekose13]

Round 3

[Round 3]

Rurrarh slams his battleclaw into the creatures face, drawing long red lines. [hit 17, dmg 5]

The creature furious at having it's home disturbed lets out a loud piercing cry. Screaming again in fury it lays into Elrion with both claws, insane bloodlust in it's eyes. It's claws rend Elrion mortally injuring the young warrior. [hit 25, dmg 6; hit 31, crit confirm 25, dmg 14]

Ou Rathlin sees Elrion fall and moves over to drag him from the creature's wicked claws, "Soen! Help!"

Shi-Torob smashes his viscious weapon into the creature's exposed flank, further battering it. With unnatural tenacity the creature yet stands. [hit 24, dmg 8]

Milton attacks again with his glaive, this time finding purchase. As he brings the long weapon down, the creature crumples blood spilling quickly into the hungry dirt. [hit 24, dmg 11, dead]

[sblock]
Rurrarh 3/10
Elrion 20/9 (-11/-14)
It 58/?? - dead
[/sblock]

 

[Lobo Lurker]

K'trinaxes pokes it with his blade to ensure it's dead and makes his way over to the fallen mageblade, Elrion. (OOC: How bad does he look?) He reaches for Elrion's heart and naval and intones a supplication to the innate iron within his body's blood to lend it's fortitude to Elrion's spirit and so heals (1d10+1=6) the boy. Noting that the man child is still in dire straits he does so again. (1d10+1=3)

Wincing (5 subdual) he stands and wipes the blood off of his hands with Elrion's cloak (or tabard, or shirt). Saying nothing, he walks over to the creature and flips it over, so as to get a better look at it.

"Anyone know manner of creature this is?"

CAST: Lesser Transfer Wounds twice (burning all my spell slots for the day to do this).

 

[Elocin]

Soen Morrowsong - Faen Loresong Magister 1 (AC 12; Hp 8; Spells 3-0, 2-1st)

I quickly jump in to help Ou Rathlin with Elrion. I attempt to help with anything that I can with the limited knowledge I have of First Aid -Heal=10. I can only blame myself for his downfall as my magic has failed me countless times this journey. I wonder if there is something amiss in this region that is affecting magic in general. When I see that Elrion will live I will do some studying on my own by casting Detect Magic and take a look around the area, never straying too far form the rest of the group. I will also pull out my spellbook tonight and research some other spells that might be more helpful in the days to come.

 

[Scotley]

Rurrahr Litorian Unfettered

Rurrahr checks the hole carefully to see if there are any more creatures in the hole.

 

[Eonthar]

Elrion Kyrik - Human Mage Blade

Elrion, having been mauled by the strange creature, goes unconscious and starts bleeding to death. He feels someone else's lifeforce entering his body, stopping the bleeding and healing his wounds somewhat.

He dreams of the academy and the friends that he left behind.


OOC: Elrion is currently at -5 hp.

 

[ender_wiggin]

Such needless violence. Such blood spilled, undeserved, without necessity. Where is the good in this?

Milton shakes his head, the crimson, viscous liquid clinging filthily to his hands. He puts out a hand when the verrik pokes the dead beast, wanting to say something, to chastise, to warn. But the action faltered, the man realizing that it would only worsen the situation.


"Elrion. Is he alright?" he asks instead.