World of Warcraft - Against the Razormanes... Pt. 1

Time was running out, and Garrak's rage was reaching it's peak. Blood had gotten into the boars eyes, and it flailed savagely, missing Garrak by a comfortable margin. It wouldn't be safe until the creature was dead though, so with a hiss be brought his axe down over his head at the bloodied boar.

[ooc: attack +6, d8+3, ac 16]
 

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Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

"They laugh at You Snarrek !"

Yelled Goblin, pointing at the wounded BIG quillboar with the tip of his smoking splinter gun. Trying frantically to reload it in time.

OOC: Sorry Voadam, but goading the frenzied Troll toward the wounded brute was too good opportunity to miss. :p
 

Festy_Dog said:
Time was running out, and Garrak's rage was reaching it's peak. Blood had gotten into the boars eyes, and it flailed savagely, missing Garrak by a comfortable margin. It wouldn't be safe until the creature was dead though, so with a hiss be brought his axe down over his head at the bloodied boar.

[ooc: attack +6, d8+3, ac 16]

Garrak rolls a 25 almost another critical and does 7 more damage, bringing the total to 21 points of damage. But the boar rolls a 19 and does 8 points of damage to Garrak.

Garrak slams his battleaxe into the boar drawing more blood as his rage continues. But the boar is undaunted and stubborn and gores the orc with its bloody horns leaving a wicked wound in his thigh…

Round 4 as Garrak continues his battle with the boar…
 

Garrak's axe again tastes the boar's flesh, but the wild movements of the injured creature take him by surprise and one of the boar's tusks leave a telling gash in the shaman's thigh. Garrak gives off a pained roar, and although the effects of the rage are starting to ebb away, he brings his axe around for another go.
 

Festy_Dog said:
Garrak's axe again tastes the boar's flesh, but the wild movements of the injured creature take him by surprise and one of the boar's tusks leave a telling gash in the shaman's thigh. Garrak gives off a pained roar, and although the effects of the rage are starting to ebb away, he brings his axe around for another go.

Garrak pulls back his axe with a powerful fury and brings the edge of the bloody instrument of death on the boar splitting it in two; his axe slamming into the hard clay of the earth. The boar falls into two meaty pieces!

Garrak rolls a 26, a critical threat, he rolls a 14 granting him a critical hit! He does 21 points of damage and the boar is dead! Out of combat for him!

The boy smiles slightly, “Loktar Regar!” his hands still bound though as he sniffles back tears of joy.

The Main Battle

Initiative: Groog 19, Talos 15, 1 Quillboar Marauders 14, Unknown 11, Guard 9, Snarrek 3

Talos stays his hand, waiting for the quillboars to attack; and attack they do as the two tainted quillboar wade into glorious combat with the heroes! Talos lashes out with his fists the wounded creature trying to bring it low! His thunderous fists bring the creature down as it roars loudly alerting the whole of the camp under the shrouded moon of the night sky!

The quillboar brute seeing this swings his mighty mace at Talos, its eyes glowing red in the darkness! The mace crashes into Talos with a sickening bone cracking thud! The naga is shaken by the blow as blood spills from brow… his movements slowing.

Talos rolls a 14 and a 14, and does 10, and 11 points of damage his initiative is now 15. But the quillboar marauder rolls an 18 to strike and hits Talos for 10, he is at 0 and Disabled!

The tainted humanoid snarls, “I will eat your flesh!”

Thwack!

An arrow sticks from the skull of the tainted quillboar originating from somewhere in the darkness. The massive creature rumbles and raises its mace into the air, with another bloodcurdling roar!

The quillboar sentry takes stock of the combat and decides to raise a shortbow and fire at Groog and his boom stick! The arrow narrowly avoids the little goblin as the sentry prepares to knock another arrow…. The sound of many footsteps fills the ears of the party!

Snarrek seeing his chance hefts his greataxe into the side of the quillboar marauder cutting deep into its side. Any lesser creature the wound would have been mortal, but somehow this tainted thing stands. Red-black blood spills onto the raging troll, it is hot to the touch…

The unknown rolls a 21 and hits for 10 points of damage, while the Quillboar sentry misses Groog with an 11. Snarrek rolls a 21 and does 15 points of damage but the quillboar marauder still stands! Now Groog’s turn…
 


Groog Profit, Tinker Genius.

"YAAH !"

Goblin jumped at the Quillboar Brute, trying to grapple his mace armed hand only to duck beyond th axe swing of the frenzied troll. Seeing Talos is bleeding like ... like pig, he reminded himself that he had these mending potions ! Fast as lighting he jumped at the Naga, his small green hands burying themselves in staggered creature's backpack.

OOC: Yup, bring potion onward and force it to big scaly lizard maw. :p I think that Groog have enough HP's to ignore the shooting sentry for a round or two.
 

The red haze disappears as the boy's voice seems to pierce through it.

"The boy smiles slightly, “Loktar Regar!” his hands still bound though as he sniffles back tears of joy.

"Loktar Regar, little one," Garrak says while catching his breath.

He dislodges his axe from the ground and makes short work of the young orc's bindings.

"Let's get you of out here, follow me," he says, cutting a hole in the back of the tent and leading the boy back towards the vicinity of the camp entrance, but avoiding the conflict itself, "When I yell to my colleagues, start running, because that's what the rest of us will be doing."
 

Legolizard said:
OOC:could someone go up to my body and use a potion of cure light wounds on me, I have some in my backpack.


ooc [disabled you can still do a move action each round without going unconscious or a standard action and take 1 point of damage and going unconscious]
 

The hot blood of the shadow tainted quillboar streaking his face, his comrades falling around him, and more enemies clamoring to enter the fray, the jungle troll snarls his defiance and swings at the fiendish champion with his bloody greataxe. "Squealing piggies! Come to the Slaughter! I will butcher you!"

[+9 attack (+2BAB, +6 str, +1 masterwork) d12+9x3; AC 14, hp 33]
 

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