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Post by The Innkeeper on Jun 29, 2017 21:16:45 GMT
The worgs raised their heads, hearing the oncoming steps of a main in armor. The sight was enough to make their mouths water, turns out dog is not a great meal for two. They were thankful that whatever canine god they worshiped had just sent the mastiff as L'appetriff and just now Le plat principal was arriving.
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Post by Orirdrik Grimsunder on Jun 29, 2017 21:24:16 GMT
Initiative
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Post by The Innkeeper on Jun 29, 2017 21:34:26 GMT
InitiativeAestro 17 Alain 14 Fang 11 Eredin 5 Grim 4 Claw 2
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Post by Baron Aestrovico Ludocristo on Jun 29, 2017 21:47:16 GMT
The Baron raised a hand and said another word which shouldn't have come out of a mouth with only two lips to pronounce it. From his perfectly manicured but goblin blood flecked fingertips came something like lightning, but in all the wrong colors.
(Eldritch Blast)
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Post by The Innkeeper on Jun 29, 2017 22:09:22 GMT
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The worgs are both enormous compared to normal wolves, yet a huge difference in size that can easily be noticed by the adventurers. While Fang is a scrawny malnourished fella, with patches of fur falling from its back; Claw is much bulkier, its stone hard physique made its skin wrap tightly around its muscles. This was a natrual born killing machine.
The unearthly bolt released from the Baron's fingertips makes its way across the Square, travelling at speeds mortal eyes could hardly comprehend. The Eldritch energy hits Fang on the side, sending it flying a couple feets back and hitting with so much savagery that the worg lets out a wince of pain. Streams of smoke rise from where its flesh was badly burned.1d10
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Post by Baron Aestrovico Ludocristo on Jun 29, 2017 22:53:44 GMT
"Oh, yes, I, uhm... do magic," mumbled the fop to no one in particular as an afterthought.
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Post by Alain on Jun 30, 2017 9:25:06 GMT
Alain, already pissed at this so-called knight for unceremoniously killing two innocent-until-proven-guilty-or-in-attack-mode goblins at the temple, frowned further as Eredin gave away their presence to the wolves. "Blithering idiot," she muttered under her breath, drawing her rapier to protect herself if attacked or aid others when engaged. Since the paladin had fared so well against the unconscious goblins, surely these two pups would prove to be no challenge.
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Post by The Innkeeper on Jun 30, 2017 12:32:57 GMT
(I'll consider this as a Ready Action, whenever one of the Monster gets close to you or Aestro, you get to make an Attack)
Fang might be scrawny but getting burned by energies he couldn't quite comprehend made him very, very angry. The worg started slowly circling the group, sniffing, trying to pick the weakest of the targets. Fortunately for him, the easiest target seemed to be the very same bastard who had hit him with the spell.
Like a bolt of lightning the worg charged from the flank, his bare teeth ready to yank a chunk of meat from that posh bastard's.
(Zack get's to use an Opportunity Attack) 1d20+3·2d6+3GcAfPEQ3
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Post by Sir Eredin Caranthir on Jun 30, 2017 14:20:09 GMT
Eredin waited at the ready for the slobbering beast to charge like a matador facing down a bull, bringing his scythe in a vicious arc as the creature stepped within range to try and eat his employer.
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Post by The Innkeeper on Jun 30, 2017 14:23:33 GMT
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The blade catches the beast as it jumps on the Baron, digging into its meager flesh. The blade cuts deeply into the animal's left back leg, but the strike does not go through. Warm crimson blood flows from its thigh as the worg lands teeth first into the Baron's shoulder. It won't move as fast as it did anymore.
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The worg falls on the Warlock, bared fangs digging deep into the flesh of his upper arm. He trashes and yanks, teeth digging to the bone, cutting like daggers. Vengeance tasted very sweet. When the beats lets go, the wound is ugly and worring, but the Warlock can still fight.
[Astro takes 9 hp, is left with 1hp] [Alain may attack.] 1d10+3·1d20+3·2d6+3
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Post by The Innkeeper on Jun 30, 2017 14:44:31 GMT
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Alain had been ready to defend herself and the Baron in case it was needed, sometimes the best attack is being ready to defend. As the Worg let's go of Aestro's shoulder, it lands on the perfect position for Alain two finish of the beast. With the precision of a surgeon, the could shar blade pierces the beast's eyer traveling swiflty towards it's brain.
The worg fall cold on its side.
[Fang is Dead]1d20+5·1d8+3
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Post by Sir Eredin Caranthir on Jun 30, 2017 14:56:46 GMT
Seeing the bard finished off the worg, Sir Eredin charged its packmate, meeting it head on to keep it separated from the squishier members of the bards, specifically the one who was paying him. He swung the blade of his scythe, then followed it up with a blunt strike from the shaft.
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Polearm Master: When you take the Attack action and attack with a polearm, you can use a bonus action to make a melee attack with the opposite end of the weapon. This attack uses the same ability modifier as the primary weapon. The weapon’s damage die for this attack is a d4+(stength modifier), and the attack deals bludgeoning damage.
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Post by The Innkeeper on Jun 30, 2017 15:08:00 GMT
Claw was clearly built out of different stuff from Fang. Although the first worg had been fast, it lacked sustenance and evading agility. Claw, on the other hand, had everything his companion lack and more.
It charged forward to meet the Paladin face on, dodging the blade as it cut the space of its head. But Eredin had enough experience with his Scythe not to put all his money in a single gamble. As soon as the blade finished it's arc, the butt of its shaft came back flying, now aimed at an inescapable angle.
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It catches Calw in the muzzle, sending a dozen broken teeth flying. The beast is dazed for a brief second, but apart from that, it doesn't seem very phased from the blow. Growling, its bloodthirsty eyes stare Eredin down with savage hatred.1d4+3
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Post by Orirdrik Grimsunder on Jun 30, 2017 15:48:18 GMT
Grim lifted his shield and charged the last warg. "Silverbeard! Silverbeard!" Roared from his lungs and he lifted his axe high. He swung for the creatures skull with a deep howl of his own.
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If the creature still live he decided to summon forth energy to make some sort of bonus attack. Again screaming his gods name in rage and glee.
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Post by The Innkeeper on Jun 30, 2017 16:27:23 GMT
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Grim's battleaxe falls savagely against the Worg's forehead. But Claw has fought many dwarfs and their steel weapons, none of them had survived to tell the tale. It jerked its neck sideways, managing to avoid having the blade of the axed buried between his eyes. He was not fast enough, though. To save itself, the worg had to sacrifice half of its ear. The axe chops it off, blood splatters the dwarf's face.
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