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Embarrassing.. and pathetic, whispers the voice in the back of head, a subconscious given the form of a melee instructor from the endless months of basic training years ago. It wasn't always demons that haunted.
As both of the orc's blades hit, the surge of pain overwhelms August's senses, almost bringing him to the ground. Inside his head he feels a sudden throb, another intense surge of something he can't quite describe as it echos from the back of his head down through his arms.. and out his eyes..
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Each of the skirmishers scream as the spell effect hits them
Half orc skirmisher 1 165
Half orc skirmisher 1 511
The necromatic energy rips through the closer skirmisher, ripping most of the skin off his body as he falls to the ground and his blood flows out of him. He does not live much more then a couple more seconds.
The second skirmisher has a bit of the skin on his arms turn a bit gray, but does not seem to be too hurt. He does move over to the fallen skirmisher "Racor? Racor? Are you ok?"
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By the time the spell finishes, August is wiping the blood from mouth and fighting back the urge of exhaustion rushing through him. Once again he had surprised himself, frightened himself in a way that he had not felt since first driving the steel of his blade through an opponent. Like all firsts though, the feeling quickly ebbed in light of survival and battle.
End this.
Gripping his longsword with both hands, August lunged towards the remaining half orc, hoping to deal the fatal blow while he was momentarily distracted by the loss of his comrade.
A cough and the spittle of blood that washes over August's lips reminded him how much his injury was affecting his skill..
..if there was any to begin with..
He ignored the voice of doubt picking at the back of his head as he rose his sword once again with both hands, determined to strike once again. He had to finish the battle or die trying.
August's sword strike is short and swift, right across the half orc skirmisher's exposed neck.....the cut is deep and the half orc stumbles to the ground in a vain attempt to hold in the mass of blood falling out of his throat. A couple seconds later he is dead.
The battle rages around....
Wilhelm Cragheart lays in a puddle of his own blood about ten feet away. A single half orc is crouched over him....looting the corpse.
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August surveyed the battle around him with something between a grunt and a sigh, his eyes.. or eye as it were stopping on the blooded corpse of his former comrade being looted. The ping of adrenaline and rage, as had just hit him just moments prior, surged through his veins once again as he gripped his sword and struck out...
..****y he did not move. Instead he felt the anger that boiled up inside him push its out towards the looting half orc, reaching out for its greedy and battle savage mind.
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single half orc1screams out in pain and grabs at his head. He looks around, but sees no one and nothing near him.......just you, some 30 feet away holding a sword.
Before he has time to ponder what happened too closely, August rushes towards the orc, sword held high as he prepares himself for an attack.. whether making it or being attacked. Wounds be damned. His comrade Cragheart deserved better than being pillaged in death.
The second wind gave August enough awareness, or at the very least kept him conscious long enough, to be able to step away from the rushing orc after his own clumsy charge missed. At this rate he might end up like Cragheart.
With that thought in mind he gripped his sword in both hands and swung wide as the half orc moved by, pushing himself to attack once again. To survive or literally die trying.
August's double hand swing with his sword does hit..cutting deep into the half orcs neck, and down into his body. His blood flows freely from this would as he tumbles dead to the grass.
The fighting continues in pockets around, but nothing is close right by where you are standing.
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Embarrassing.. and pathetic, whispers the voice in the back of head, a subconscious given the form of a melee instructor from the endless months of basic training years ago. It wasn't always demons that haunted.
Again.
Attack: 11 Damage: 0
August's swing goes wide and does not hit anything
Half orc skirmisher 1 5 7
Half orc skirmisher 1 8 6
Both half orcs also miss....
Round 3
(OOC: Oops, I don't think I was adding in my hit modifier for the longsword. Third time is the charm..)
Attack: 4 Damage: 0
(OOC: Gah, let me try this one more time? User error)
attack: 7 damage: 5
August's swing goes wide and does not hit anything
Half orc skirmisher 1 14 6
Half orc skirmisher 1 20 3
Both half orcs also miss....
Round 4
Attack: 5 Damage: 6
August's swing goes wide and does not hit anything
Half orc skirmisher 1 21 6
Half orc skirmisher 1 7 8
Both half orcs HIT....for 15 points of damage!
Round 5
(Oof. Least someone finally did haha)
As both of the orc's blades hit, the surge of pain overwhelms August's senses, almost bringing him to the ground. Inside his head he feels a sudden throb, another intense surge of something he can't quite describe as it echos from the back of his head down through his arms.. and out his eyes..
Casting Arms of Hadar.
Each of the skirmishers scream as the spell effect hits them
Half orc skirmisher 1 16 5
Half orc skirmisher 1 5 11
The necromatic energy rips through the closer skirmisher, ripping most of the skin off his body as he falls to the ground and his blood flows out of him. He does not live much more then a couple more seconds.
The second skirmisher has a bit of the skin on his arms turn a bit gray, but does not seem to be too hurt. He does move over to the fallen skirmisher "Racor? Racor? Are you ok?"
By the time the spell finishes, August is wiping the blood from mouth and fighting back the urge of exhaustion rushing through him. Once again he had surprised himself, frightened himself in a way that he had not felt since first driving the steel of his blade through an opponent. Like all firsts though, the feeling quickly ebbed in light of survival and battle.
End this.
Gripping his longsword with both hands, August lunged towards the remaining half orc, hoping to deal the fatal blow while he was momentarily distracted by the loss of his comrade.
Attack: 4 Damage: 8
Even distracted the half orc skirmisher dodges August's clumsy blow.
Half orc skirmisher "You killed my companion! You will taste my spear!"
Half orc skirmisher 1 5 4
distracted the half orc skirmisher misses.
A cough and the spittle of blood that washes over August's lips reminded him how much his injury was affecting his skill..
..if there was any to begin with..
He ignored the voice of doubt picking at the back of his head as he rose his sword once again with both hands, determined to strike once again. He had to finish the battle or die trying.
Second wind, HP recovery: 7
attack: 18 damage: 8
August's sword strike is short and swift, right across the half orc skirmisher's exposed neck.....the cut is deep and the half orc stumbles to the ground in a vain attempt to hold in the mass of blood falling out of his throat. A couple seconds later he is dead.
The battle rages around....
Wilhelm Cragheart lays in a puddle of his own blood about ten feet away. A single half orc is crouched over him....looting the corpse.
August surveyed the battle around him with something between a grunt and a sigh, his eyes.. or eye as it were stopping on the blooded corpse of his former comrade being looted. The ping of adrenaline and rage, as had just hit him just moments prior, surged through his veins once again as he gripped his sword and struck out...
..****y he did not move. Instead he felt the anger that boiled up inside him push its out towards the looting half orc, reaching out for its greedy and battle savage mind.
Mind silver, damage (psychic): 5
single half orc 1 screams out in pain and grabs at his head. He looks around, but sees no one and nothing near him.......just you, some 30 feet away holding a sword.
Before he has time to ponder what happened too closely, August rushes towards the orc, sword held high as he prepares himself for an attack.. whether making it or being attacked. Wounds be damned. His comrade Cragheart deserved better than being pillaged in death.
The half orc skirmisher shakes off his confusion when he sees you approach and rushes towards you and attacks!
Half orc skirmisher 3 14 7
The second wind gave August enough awareness, or at the very least kept him conscious long enough, to be able to step away from the rushing orc after his own clumsy charge missed. At this rate he might end up like Cragheart.
With that thought in mind he gripped his sword in both hands and swung wide as the half orc moved by, pushing himself to attack once again. To survive or literally die trying.
Attack: 13 Damage: 5
(lol you're the worst, dice)
August's double hand swing with his sword does hit..cutting deep into the half orcs neck, and down into his body. His blood flows freely from this would as he tumbles dead to the grass.
The fighting continues in pockets around, but nothing is close right by where you are standing.