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Graeme, in an attempt to 'choke him out' (haha), give me a Str Athletics check with advantage. We will contest roll and go from there.
Str Athletics: 3
Unless you also tie with a nat 1, Imma proceed on.
The Highlander squeezes and closes the wolfman's airways, and the creature struggles with all his might. He begins to breathe haggardly in attempt to obtain oxygen.
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Graeme bites hard into the neck of the wolf, but is a bit disappointed when the wolf shows practically no response. But Graeme tastes blood and that’ll have to do.
Yelling into the beasts ears, Graeme exclaims ”How ye like tha? Time for a lil nap ya ****er.”
And with that, Graeme adjusts his grip on his wrist that’s around the wolf’s neck and begins to squeeze hard.
Allen, in front of you is Graeme choking the life out of the creature that bit him. The creature fights to free itself but begins to slow down. The fighter even goes so far as to bite the wolfman in his neck, digging into the tough scruff at it's nape in show of dominance. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice the figure on the shore has embarked out onto the lake towards your direction. As he paddles out, he shouts, "Hello? Whats going on? In the name of Pelor, please let me know whats happening! Bluto?!"
Ooc: After Allen here, we have the wolfman who's followed by Rumble.
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Allen, the term 'Pelor' strikes you as familiar. In your teachings, you've studied various gods, and you know him as a greater god. He is the god of the Sun, Light, Strength, and Healing; a feeling of warmth brings you back to better days where the sun radiates from the heavens to nourish Toril. 'Bluto', however, is an unknown name to you.
Ooc: I'll leave the response to the man in the boat.
Besides Allen, in the cold lake, the wolfman is fading fast. He struggles, weakly, attempting to claw his way away from Graeme.
OOC: For the wolfman's turn, please roll me another Str Athletics check with advantage Graeme. After that, next up is Rumble with Graeme in the wings.
"Blast! Another player in this game." Rumble growls as he throws his glance over to the woman on the bank to see if the newcomer is approaching her nor not.
Graeme feels the beast continuing to struggle weakly. Graeme says calmly to the creature.
“Ohhh no ya doon’t. Doon ye worry, you’re safe. You’ll have a nice nap an’ then we’ll talk about what this kerfuffle was all about.”
He turns his attention to the group. “Oy! Doon any ye hae’ a go at this bugger less he kicks up again! I doon want to accidentally kill this bastard while gettin him back te shore!”
The wolfman struggles lightly, slipping further and further into unconsciousness. Rumble, trying to avoid hitting Graeme, goes wide with a dart. Dialing it in, the second throw hits the beast in the center of its chest. It swivels it's head, snarls weakly, and closes it's eyes with a few flutters of heavy eyelids. Turning your head back towards the shore, the girl is currently not seen, and there's a boat heading you're direction with one person aboard.
Graeme, you can feel the burly creature lose strength and breathe more evenly. It's eyes are now shut, and it makes no movement of its own.
Our newcomer is up, rowing and will meet mid-lake with a group. He's up, followed by Allen.
Feeling the beast go limp, Graeme positions the wolf across his chest, with his right arm holding the creatures head above the water and begins to swim to shore. With a breathless voice, Graeme says “If... any o’ ye wanna help .... me get this... bastard to shore..... he’s ... heavy as hell...”
Lycanthrope- werewolf? Help? Did someone say "Help"? Hello? Whats going on here? Who is Bluto?! Theres a girl on shore, shes safe!
Perception 14 (can i see anything going on?)
Pelor, protect us...
The figure on the boat will continue to you guys, and you see a younger human male, with plate armor, clanking as he rows, and what sounds to be fear in his voice masked with concern.
Ben, as you row up, you can see the Tiefling in the boat, as well as the tabaxi and human, work together to start lifting a half-wolf-man from the water. As you get closer, using an oar to help leverage The beast, he doesn't appear dead. His chest is heaving and falling but the human is scratched and bleeding from the neck.
Ooc: Consider us out of initiative. The wolfman lies, drenched and shivering, unconscious on the boat beneath Allen.
Graeme, in an attempt to 'choke him out' (haha), give me a Str Athletics check with advantage. We will contest roll and go from there.
Str Athletics: 3
Unless you also tie with a nat 1, Imma proceed on.
The Highlander squeezes and closes the wolfman's airways, and the creature struggles with all his might. He begins to breathe haggardly in attempt to obtain oxygen.
Ben, you're up with Allen on deck.
Graeme bites hard into the neck of the wolf, but is a bit disappointed when the wolf shows practically no response. But Graeme tastes blood and that’ll have to do.
Yelling into the beasts ears, Graeme exclaims ”How ye like tha? Time for a lil nap ya ****er.”
And with that, Graeme adjusts his grip on his wrist that’s around the wolf’s neck and begins to squeeze hard.
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Allen, in front of you is Graeme choking the life out of the creature that bit him. The creature fights to free itself but begins to slow down. The fighter even goes so far as to bite the wolfman in his neck, digging into the tough scruff at it's nape in show of dominance. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice the figure on the shore has embarked out onto the lake towards your direction. As he paddles out, he shouts, "Hello? Whats going on? In the name of Pelor, please let me know whats happening! Bluto?!"
Ooc: After Allen here, we have the wolfman who's followed by Rumble.
Allen would like to make a religion check as the man approaches to recall the name he spoke.
Religion: 15
”We are trying to stop this Lycanthrope! Are you Friend or Foe!” Allen will prepare a spell in case this person has ill intent.
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiAAllen, the term 'Pelor' strikes you as familiar. In your teachings, you've studied various gods, and you know him as a greater god. He is the god of the Sun, Light, Strength, and Healing; a feeling of warmth brings you back to better days where the sun radiates from the heavens to nourish Toril. 'Bluto', however, is an unknown name to you.
Ooc: I'll leave the response to the man in the boat.
Besides Allen, in the cold lake, the wolfman is fading fast. He struggles, weakly, attempting to claw his way away from Graeme.
OOC: For the wolfman's turn, please roll me another Str Athletics check with advantage Graeme. After that, next up is Rumble with Graeme in the wings.
Contest: 18
I'd the Wolfman is still fighting, another dart:
Hit: [1oll]1d20+5[/roll] dmg: 7
Hit: 25 dmg: 6
"Blast! Another player in this game." Rumble growls as he throws his glance over to the woman on the bank to see if the newcomer is approaching her nor not.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Waheyyyy
Gonna edit that last post in here so it doesn't muck up:
First attack re-roll: 7
Extra crit dmg: 4
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Graeme Str. Check: 14
Graeme feels the beast continuing to struggle weakly. Graeme says calmly to the creature.
“Ohhh no ya doon’t. Doon ye worry, you’re safe. You’ll have a nice nap an’ then we’ll talk about what this kerfuffle was all about.”
He turns his attention to the group. “Oy! Doon any ye hae’ a go at this bugger less he kicks up again! I doon want to accidentally kill this bastard while gettin him back te shore!”
The wolfman struggles lightly, slipping further and further into unconsciousness. Rumble, trying to avoid hitting Graeme, goes wide with a dart. Dialing it in, the second throw hits the beast in the center of its chest. It swivels it's head, snarls weakly, and closes it's eyes with a few flutters of heavy eyelids. Turning your head back towards the shore, the girl is currently not seen, and there's a boat heading you're direction with one person aboard.
Graeme, you can feel the burly creature lose strength and breathe more evenly. It's eyes are now shut, and it makes no movement of its own.
Our newcomer is up, rowing and will meet mid-lake with a group. He's up, followed by Allen.
Feeling the beast go limp, Graeme positions the wolf across his chest, with his right arm holding the creatures head above the water and begins to swim to shore. With a breathless voice, Graeme says “If... any o’ ye wanna help .... me get this... bastard to shore..... he’s ... heavy as hell...”
Lycanthrope- werewolf? Help? Did someone say "Help"? Hello? Whats going on here? Who is Bluto?! Theres a girl on shore, shes safe!
Perception 14 (can i see anything going on?)
Pelor, protect us...
The figure on the boat will continue to you guys, and you see a younger human male, with plate armor, clanking as he rows, and what sounds to be fear in his voice masked with concern.
"Swim to the boat Rumble,Graeme!" Allen will use the help action to help Graeme pull the lycanthrope on the boat.
"Pelor the sun god?! Are you a holy man?" Allen address the human rowing to the scene.
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiAHe slaps his breastplate solidly
Of course! Im no common Riff-raff! Im here to help, because of his word.
(If they get close enough Ben will also help them board the boat.)
Seeing how openly proud the newcomer is about his faith has Rumble rolling his eyes as he helps the Wolfman and his companion out if the water.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Ben, as you row up, you can see the Tiefling in the boat, as well as the tabaxi and human, work together to start lifting a half-wolf-man from the water. As you get closer, using an oar to help leverage The beast, he doesn't appear dead. His chest is heaving and falling but the human is scratched and bleeding from the neck.
Ooc: Consider us out of initiative. The wolfman lies, drenched and shivering, unconscious on the boat beneath Allen.
Is it supposed to be all- furry? Has this one been cursed?
Ben holds a hand out to shake with the human.
My name is Ben. I've been training my whole life for something like this. I grow tired of normal monastery behavior.
“Good...”
Graeme puts a length of rope in Bens outstretched hand.
”In tha’ case, tie this ****er up ‘fore he comes round an’ we have to start this shite all over again!”
He finished with a weak grin then winces and puts his hand over the wound in his neck then falls back into the boat clearly exhausted.
“Good...”
Graeme puts a length of rope in Bens outstretched hand.
”In tha’ case, tie this ****er up ‘fore he comes round an’ we have to start this shite all over again!”
He finished with a weak grin then winces and puts his hand over the wound in his neck then falls back into the boat clearly exhausted.
He turns to Allen and Rumble... “Thanks, mates. I wouldnae lasted much longer...”
Ben nods and does so.
So- what in the world is going on?
“I believe this conversation is best spoken on the shore we have folks with us that need our protection. Rumble if you could start rowing a shore.”
Allen staying cautious will keep his eyes focused on the camp where Ireena and Ismark should be.
Perception: 12
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiA