"Dont try that." They said and stood up, cracking their knuckles.
Jack yelps and falls on the floor. "That.. was not fair Phoenix. Your stronger than i am." he chuckles.
Theren glares as he pushes his hand deeper in the pouch.
Phoenix grins at him from underneath. "Too bad."
"I have magic. Its gonna work faster than your bullets mate." Kaz said.
"Oh shush." Jack said and huffed.
"I have no use for guns." he then disappears along with the kids.
Phoenix giggles.
"Hmph." Kaz folds their arms and huffs.
Jack chuckles "You are so lucky im not teleporting you into some cavern right now."
Kaz legs suddenly go out from underneath them.
Phoenix giggles again.
*Kaz: ah yes, the floor appears to be coming closer to me.*
Kaz yelps and hits the floor. They huff "Rude."
Jack smiles and kisses his forehead.
*Theren: Mn yes. HOWS THE FLOOR TASTE*
Theren takes off his ring of invisibility and the kids reappear. "Dont threaten me."
Phoenix chuckles. "You missed."
"I was not." they said and folded their arms, still lying on the floor "I was simply telling you what was going to happen."
"Shush." he says and kisses again.
"Still a threat." He then extends a hand to help them up.
Phoenix grabs jacks face gently and kisses him.
Kaz shoo's their hand away and stands up on their own "Hmph, tis not."
Jack kisses back and chuckles "Gods above, im so in love with you that its not fair."
Theren crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow. "Ok, ok. Sorry bout the floor and your face by the way....i...uh, have a bit of hardcore PTSD...." he looks ashamed
"Mn, cry about it." he teases.
"You fine. And its fine to have PTSD, many people have it without knowing it." They said and sighed "Sorry bout teasing you tho.."
"Your heading to be hogtied again and left downstairs" he tease-threatens.
"Its ok."
"no!" Phoenix clings to jack.
Kaz extends a gloved hand and smiles "Acquaintances?"
"Yeah, thats what i thought."
Theren shakes their hand. "Aye, acquaintances."
Phoenix gumbles and pulls the blankets closer.
"Good." They said and grin again.
"awww grumpy now that i have a plan?" he says and grins.
Theren sits down heavily on the couch.
He nods a little and buries his face in jacks chest.
Kaz pulls out a alchemist kit and a herbalism kit. They hold up a needle "Can i take a sample of your blood?"
Jack smiles and plants kisses all over his face "There."
""What do you need it for."
Phoenix blushes and hides his face more.
"You said you had PTSD. PTSD sometimes affects the body psychically." They said and smiled.
"Awww" Jack grins and nuzzles him.
"Ok. Sure..."
Phoenix squeaks in fright.
"Good man." They said and gently inserts the needle under his skin and draw three vials of blood "thank you very much."
Jack chuckles "okay okay, I'll stop being mean to you."
The blood looks tainted with black fluid. "Your welcome."
Phoenix blushes deeply.
"Hm.... And oddity." They said and held it up to a lamp.
Out of the plains, a lone figure walks, a hat protecting them from the sun. They have a longsword sheathed on their hip, and are moderately armored, wearing a cloak over a set of half plate armor. They have red eyes, which burn with some form of emotion.
Theren watches the figure his hands on his two shortswords.
They tilt their head with a smile as they Annalise him
Spellcaster and if so what class?
Theren watches them carefully.
*Ranger and yes he is a spellcaster*
He seems mostly annoyed by therens presence, but is polite none the less, "This place seems... riddled with sickness." He mutters
*oooo, imma be evil. Any magic from the kids? >:]*
"Whaddya mean sickness?"
*Nathan's class is rouge with the thief subclass. Cecilia is a sorcerer with wild magic as the trait.*
"These... curses, that fill your blood." He gestures to Cecilia, "The girl for example."
"What curses? Magic?" his grip tightens on his swords.
"Witchcraft, yes. It taints the blood and spoils the soul." He says, "I am tasked with cleansing this plague upon our lives. Wether by peaceful methods, or-" His hand goes to his sword, "Less peaceful ones."
*and now ladies and gents we see a protective father instinct kick in*
The kids hide behind Theren. "You threatening me and my kids?"
"The girl may be saved, but I'm afraid you are too far gone" He shakes his head in pity, "Quite the sorry sight."
Theren draws his sword and spins it. It glows a bright blue as he raises it to a fighting position. "You ever heard of the sword-singers?" The kids run into the tavern as Theren strikes at the man.
Attack: 30 Damage: 27
The man grits his teeth for a moment, "Yes. I am... quite aware" He says as the strike runs perfectly between the slits in his armor, "But I'm afraid that won't suprise me," he draws his own blade, delivering slashes at theren:
23 to hit, 10 + 7 +5 damage
21 to hit, 14 + 10 +5 damage
Theren grunts as the blade hits twice. "Then you know we integrate magic as we fight!"
Out of the plains, a lone figure walks, a hat protecting them from the sun. They have a longsword sheathed on their hip, and are moderately armored, wearing a cloak over a set of half plate armor. They have red eyes, which burn with some form of emotion.
Theren watches the figure his hands on his two shortswords.
They tilt their head with a smile as they Annalise him
Spellcaster and if so what class?
Theren watches them carefully.
*Ranger and yes he is a spellcaster*
He seems mostly annoyed by therens presence, but is polite none the less, "This place seems... riddled with sickness." He mutters
*oooo, imma be evil. Any magic from the kids? >:]*
"Whaddya mean sickness?"
*Nathan's class is rouge with the thief subclass. Cecilia is a sorcerer with wild magic as the trait.*
"These... curses, that fill your blood." He gestures to Cecilia, "The girl for example."
"What curses? Magic?" his grip tightens on his swords.
"Witchcraft, yes. It taints the blood and spoils the soul." He says, "I am tasked with cleansing this plague upon our lives. Wether by peaceful methods, or-" His hand goes to his sword, "Less peaceful ones."
*and now ladies and gents we see a protective father instinct kick in*
The kids hide behind Theren. "You threatening me and my kids?"
"The girl may be saved, but I'm afraid you are too far gone" He shakes his head in pity, "Quite the sorry sight."
Theren draws his sword and spins it. It glows a bright blue as he raises it to a fighting position. "You ever heard of the sword-singers?" The kids run into the tavern as Theren strikes at the man.
Attack: 30 Damage: 27
The man grits his teeth for a moment, "Yes. I am... quite aware" He says as the strike runs perfectly between the slits in his armor, "But I'm afraid that won't suprise me," he draws his own blade, delivering slashes at theren:
23 to hit, 10 + 7 +5 damage
21 to hit, 14 + 10 +5 damage
Theren grunts as the blade hits twice. "Then you know we integrate magic as we fight!"
Attack: 11 Damage: 19
He then casts entangle. STR save
Two con saves and a wisdom save rq
"Yes. And thar is pitful." He says, blocking the attack
Out of the plains, a lone figure walks, a hat protecting them from the sun. They have a longsword sheathed on their hip, and are moderately armored, wearing a cloak over a set of half plate armor. They have red eyes, which burn with some form of emotion.
Theren watches the figure his hands on his two shortswords.
They tilt their head with a smile as they Annalise him
Spellcaster and if so what class?
Theren watches them carefully.
*Ranger and yes he is a spellcaster*
He seems mostly annoyed by therens presence, but is polite none the less, "This place seems... riddled with sickness." He mutters
*oooo, imma be evil. Any magic from the kids? >:]*
"Whaddya mean sickness?"
*Nathan's class is rouge with the thief subclass. Cecilia is a sorcerer with wild magic as the trait.*
"These... curses, that fill your blood." He gestures to Cecilia, "The girl for example."
"What curses? Magic?" his grip tightens on his swords.
"Witchcraft, yes. It taints the blood and spoils the soul." He says, "I am tasked with cleansing this plague upon our lives. Wether by peaceful methods, or-" His hand goes to his sword, "Less peaceful ones."
*and now ladies and gents we see a protective father instinct kick in*
The kids hide behind Theren. "You threatening me and my kids?"
"The girl may be saved, but I'm afraid you are too far gone" He shakes his head in pity, "Quite the sorry sight."
Theren draws his sword and spins it. It glows a bright blue as he raises it to a fighting position. "You ever heard of the sword-singers?" The kids run into the tavern as Theren strikes at the man.
Attack: 30 Damage: 27
The man grits his teeth for a moment, "Yes. I am... quite aware" He says as the strike runs perfectly between the slits in his armor, "But I'm afraid that won't suprise me," he draws his own blade, delivering slashes at theren:
23 to hit, 10 + 7 +5 damage
21 to hit, 14 + 10 +5 damage
Theren grunts as the blade hits twice. "Then you know we integrate magic as we fight!"
Attack: 11 Damage: 19
He then casts entangle. STR save
Two con saves and a wisdom save rq
"Yes. And thar is pitful." He says, blocking the attack
Out of the plains, a lone figure walks, a hat protecting them from the sun. They have a longsword sheathed on their hip, and are moderately armored, wearing a cloak over a set of half plate armor. They have red eyes, which burn with some form of emotion.
Theren watches the figure his hands on his two shortswords.
They tilt their head with a smile as they Annalise him
Spellcaster and if so what class?
Theren watches them carefully.
*Ranger and yes he is a spellcaster*
He seems mostly annoyed by therens presence, but is polite none the less, "This place seems... riddled with sickness." He mutters
*oooo, imma be evil. Any magic from the kids? >:]*
"Whaddya mean sickness?"
*Nathan's class is rouge with the thief subclass. Cecilia is a sorcerer with wild magic as the trait.*
"These... curses, that fill your blood." He gestures to Cecilia, "The girl for example."
"What curses? Magic?" his grip tightens on his swords.
"Witchcraft, yes. It taints the blood and spoils the soul." He says, "I am tasked with cleansing this plague upon our lives. Wether by peaceful methods, or-" His hand goes to his sword, "Less peaceful ones."
*and now ladies and gents we see a protective father instinct kick in*
The kids hide behind Theren. "You threatening me and my kids?"
"The girl may be saved, but I'm afraid you are too far gone" He shakes his head in pity, "Quite the sorry sight."
Theren draws his sword and spins it. It glows a bright blue as he raises it to a fighting position. "You ever heard of the sword-singers?" The kids run into the tavern as Theren strikes at the man.
Attack: 30 Damage: 27
The man grits his teeth for a moment, "Yes. I am... quite aware" He says as the strike runs perfectly between the slits in his armor, "But I'm afraid that won't suprise me," he draws his own blade, delivering slashes at theren:
23 to hit, 10 + 7 +5 damage
21 to hit, 14 + 10 +5 damage
Theren grunts as the blade hits twice. "Then you know we integrate magic as we fight!"
Attack: 11 Damage: 19
He then casts entangle. STR save
Two con saves and a wisdom save rq
"Yes. And thar is pitful." He says, blocking the attack
*make ya saves before I roll or attack ^^*
Con 1: 6
Con 2: 10
Wis: 11
Gain 2 wounds, and the spail fails to activate as the magic fizzles iut
Out of the plains, a lone figure walks, a hat protecting them from the sun. They have a longsword sheathed on their hip, and are moderately armored, wearing a cloak over a set of half plate armor. They have red eyes, which burn with some form of emotion.
Theren watches the figure his hands on his two shortswords.
They tilt their head with a smile as they Annalise him
Spellcaster and if so what class?
Theren watches them carefully.
*Ranger and yes he is a spellcaster*
He seems mostly annoyed by therens presence, but is polite none the less, "This place seems... riddled with sickness." He mutters
*oooo, imma be evil. Any magic from the kids? >:]*
"Whaddya mean sickness?"
*Nathan's class is rouge with the thief subclass. Cecilia is a sorcerer with wild magic as the trait.*
"These... curses, that fill your blood." He gestures to Cecilia, "The girl for example."
"What curses? Magic?" his grip tightens on his swords.
"Witchcraft, yes. It taints the blood and spoils the soul." He says, "I am tasked with cleansing this plague upon our lives. Wether by peaceful methods, or-" His hand goes to his sword, "Less peaceful ones."
*and now ladies and gents we see a protective father instinct kick in*
The kids hide behind Theren. "You threatening me and my kids?"
"The girl may be saved, but I'm afraid you are too far gone" He shakes his head in pity, "Quite the sorry sight."
Theren draws his sword and spins it. It glows a bright blue as he raises it to a fighting position. "You ever heard of the sword-singers?" The kids run into the tavern as Theren strikes at the man.
Attack: 30 Damage: 27
The man grits his teeth for a moment, "Yes. I am... quite aware" He says as the strike runs perfectly between the slits in his armor, "But I'm afraid that won't suprise me," he draws his own blade, delivering slashes at theren:
23 to hit, 10 + 7 +5 damage
21 to hit, 14 + 10 +5 damage
Theren grunts as the blade hits twice. "Then you know we integrate magic as we fight!"
Attack: 11 Damage: 19
He then casts entangle. STR save
Two con saves and a wisdom save rq
"Yes. And thar is pitful." He says, blocking the attack
*make ya saves before I roll or attack ^^*
Con 1: 6
Con 2: 10
Wis: 11
Gain 2 wounds, and the spail fails to activate as the magic fizzles iut
Out of the plains, a lone figure walks, a hat protecting them from the sun. They have a longsword sheathed on their hip, and are moderately armored, wearing a cloak over a set of half plate armor. They have red eyes, which burn with some form of emotion.
Theren watches the figure his hands on his two shortswords.
They tilt their head with a smile as they Annalise him
Spellcaster and if so what class?
Theren watches them carefully.
*Ranger and yes he is a spellcaster*
He seems mostly annoyed by therens presence, but is polite none the less, "This place seems... riddled with sickness." He mutters
*oooo, imma be evil. Any magic from the kids? >:]*
"Whaddya mean sickness?"
*Nathan's class is rouge with the thief subclass. Cecilia is a sorcerer with wild magic as the trait.*
"These... curses, that fill your blood." He gestures to Cecilia, "The girl for example."
"What curses? Magic?" his grip tightens on his swords.
"Witchcraft, yes. It taints the blood and spoils the soul." He says, "I am tasked with cleansing this plague upon our lives. Wether by peaceful methods, or-" His hand goes to his sword, "Less peaceful ones."
*and now ladies and gents we see a protective father instinct kick in*
The kids hide behind Theren. "You threatening me and my kids?"
"The girl may be saved, but I'm afraid you are too far gone" He shakes his head in pity, "Quite the sorry sight."
Theren draws his sword and spins it. It glows a bright blue as he raises it to a fighting position. "You ever heard of the sword-singers?" The kids run into the tavern as Theren strikes at the man.
Attack: 30 Damage: 27
The man grits his teeth for a moment, "Yes. I am... quite aware" He says as the strike runs perfectly between the slits in his armor, "But I'm afraid that won't suprise me," he draws his own blade, delivering slashes at theren:
23 to hit, 10 + 7 +5 damage
21 to hit, 14 + 10 +5 damage
Theren grunts as the blade hits twice. "Then you know we integrate magic as we fight!"
Attack: 11 Damage: 19
He then casts entangle. STR save
Two con saves and a wisdom save rq
"Yes. And thar is pitful." He says, blocking the attack
*make ya saves before I roll or attack ^^*
Con 1: 6
Con 2: 10
Wis: 11
Gain 2 wounds, and the spail fails to activate as the magic fizzles iut
"What in the hells...."
"What's wrong?" The man slashes at him again, "Not able to hold your own without your filthy curse?"
Nora is watching all of this go down in horror. (While she cannot cast spells, she is magically empowered.)
"Mind helping out?!" Theren shouts.
She nods in panic.
She drops her hat.
A massive beast of unspeakable horror rushes forward with impossible speed. It slashes at the hunter with its gargantuan claw: Attack: 18 Damage: 23 + 3 nonmagical piercing
Out of the plains, a lone figure walks, a hat protecting them from the sun. They have a longsword sheathed on their hip, and are moderately armored, wearing a cloak over a set of half plate armor. They have red eyes, which burn with some form of emotion.
Theren watches the figure his hands on his two shortswords.
They tilt their head with a smile as they Annalise him
Spellcaster and if so what class?
Theren watches them carefully.
*Ranger and yes he is a spellcaster*
He seems mostly annoyed by therens presence, but is polite none the less, "This place seems... riddled with sickness." He mutters
*oooo, imma be evil. Any magic from the kids? >:]*
"Whaddya mean sickness?"
*Nathan's class is rouge with the thief subclass. Cecilia is a sorcerer with wild magic as the trait.*
"These... curses, that fill your blood." He gestures to Cecilia, "The girl for example."
"What curses? Magic?" his grip tightens on his swords.
"Witchcraft, yes. It taints the blood and spoils the soul." He says, "I am tasked with cleansing this plague upon our lives. Wether by peaceful methods, or-" His hand goes to his sword, "Less peaceful ones."
*and now ladies and gents we see a protective father instinct kick in*
The kids hide behind Theren. "You threatening me and my kids?"
"The girl may be saved, but I'm afraid you are too far gone" He shakes his head in pity, "Quite the sorry sight."
Theren draws his sword and spins it. It glows a bright blue as he raises it to a fighting position. "You ever heard of the sword-singers?" The kids run into the tavern as Theren strikes at the man.
Attack: 30 Damage: 27
The man grits his teeth for a moment, "Yes. I am... quite aware" He says as the strike runs perfectly between the slits in his armor, "But I'm afraid that won't suprise me," he draws his own blade, delivering slashes at theren:
23 to hit, 10 + 7 +5 damage
21 to hit, 14 + 10 +5 damage
Theren grunts as the blade hits twice. "Then you know we integrate magic as we fight!"
Attack: 11 Damage: 19
He then casts entangle. STR save
Two con saves and a wisdom save rq
"Yes. And thar is pitful." He says, blocking the attack
*make ya saves before I roll or attack ^^*
Con 1: 6
Con 2: 10
Wis: 11
Gain 2 wounds, and the spail fails to activate as the magic fizzles iut
"What in the hells...."
"What's wrong?" The man slashes at him again, "Not able to hold your own without your filthy curse?"
27 to hit, 11 + 4 +5 damage
18 to hit, 10 + 7 +5 damage
Theren shouts in pain as the sword hits him again and he blocks the second attack. He then attacks 3 times.
Nora is watching all of this go down in horror. (While she cannot cast spells, she is magically empowered.)
"Mind helping out?!" Theren shouts.
She nods in panic.
She drops her hat.
A massive beast of unspeakable horror rushes forward with impossible speed. It slashes at the hunter with its gargantuan claw: Attack: 18 Damage: 23 + 3 nonmagical piercing
Out of the plains, a lone figure walks, a hat protecting them from the sun. They have a longsword sheathed on their hip, and are moderately armored, wearing a cloak over a set of half plate armor. They have red eyes, which burn with some form of emotion.
Theren watches the figure his hands on his two shortswords.
They tilt their head with a smile as they Annalise him
Spellcaster and if so what class?
Theren watches them carefully.
*Ranger and yes he is a spellcaster*
He seems mostly annoyed by therens presence, but is polite none the less, "This place seems... riddled with sickness." He mutters
*oooo, imma be evil. Any magic from the kids? >:]*
"Whaddya mean sickness?"
*Nathan's class is rouge with the thief subclass. Cecilia is a sorcerer with wild magic as the trait.*
"These... curses, that fill your blood." He gestures to Cecilia, "The girl for example."
"What curses? Magic?" his grip tightens on his swords.
"Witchcraft, yes. It taints the blood and spoils the soul." He says, "I am tasked with cleansing this plague upon our lives. Wether by peaceful methods, or-" His hand goes to his sword, "Less peaceful ones."
*and now ladies and gents we see a protective father instinct kick in*
The kids hide behind Theren. "You threatening me and my kids?"
"The girl may be saved, but I'm afraid you are too far gone" He shakes his head in pity, "Quite the sorry sight."
Theren draws his sword and spins it. It glows a bright blue as he raises it to a fighting position. "You ever heard of the sword-singers?" The kids run into the tavern as Theren strikes at the man.
Attack: 30 Damage: 27
The man grits his teeth for a moment, "Yes. I am... quite aware" He says as the strike runs perfectly between the slits in his armor, "But I'm afraid that won't suprise me," he draws his own blade, delivering slashes at theren:
23 to hit, 10 + 7 +5 damage
21 to hit, 14 + 10 +5 damage
Theren grunts as the blade hits twice. "Then you know we integrate magic as we fight!"
Attack: 11 Damage: 19
He then casts entangle. STR save
Two con saves and a wisdom save rq
"Yes. And thar is pitful." He says, blocking the attack
*make ya saves before I roll or attack ^^*
Con 1: 6
Con 2: 10
Wis: 11
Gain 2 wounds, and the spail fails to activate as the magic fizzles iut
"What in the hells...."
"What's wrong?" The man slashes at him again, "Not able to hold your own without your filthy curse?"
27 to hit, 11 + 4 +5 damage
18 to hit, 10 + 7 +5 damage
Theren shouts in pain as the sword hits him again and he blocks the second attack. He then attacks 3 times.
Out of the plains, a lone figure walks, a hat protecting them from the sun. They have a longsword sheathed on their hip, and are moderately armored, wearing a cloak over a set of half plate armor. They have red eyes, which burn with some form of emotion.
Theren watches the figure his hands on his two shortswords.
They tilt their head with a smile as they Annalise him
Spellcaster and if so what class?
Theren watches them carefully.
*Ranger and yes he is a spellcaster*
He seems mostly annoyed by therens presence, but is polite none the less, "This place seems... riddled with sickness." He mutters
*oooo, imma be evil. Any magic from the kids? >:]*
"Whaddya mean sickness?"
*Nathan's class is rouge with the thief subclass. Cecilia is a sorcerer with wild magic as the trait.*
"These... curses, that fill your blood." He gestures to Cecilia, "The girl for example."
"What curses? Magic?" his grip tightens on his swords.
"Witchcraft, yes. It taints the blood and spoils the soul." He says, "I am tasked with cleansing this plague upon our lives. Wether by peaceful methods, or-" His hand goes to his sword, "Less peaceful ones."
*and now ladies and gents we see a protective father instinct kick in*
The kids hide behind Theren. "You threatening me and my kids?"
"The girl may be saved, but I'm afraid you are too far gone" He shakes his head in pity, "Quite the sorry sight."
Theren draws his sword and spins it. It glows a bright blue as he raises it to a fighting position. "You ever heard of the sword-singers?" The kids run into the tavern as Theren strikes at the man.
Attack: 30 Damage: 27
The man grits his teeth for a moment, "Yes. I am... quite aware" He says as the strike runs perfectly between the slits in his armor, "But I'm afraid that won't suprise me," he draws his own blade, delivering slashes at theren:
23 to hit, 10 + 7 +5 damage
21 to hit, 14 + 10 +5 damage
Theren grunts as the blade hits twice. "Then you know we integrate magic as we fight!"
Attack: 11 Damage: 19
He then casts entangle. STR save
Two con saves and a wisdom save rq
"Yes. And thar is pitful." He says, blocking the attack
*make ya saves before I roll or attack ^^*
Con 1: 6
Con 2: 10
Wis: 11
Gain 2 wounds, and the spail fails to activate as the magic fizzles iut
"What in the hells...."
"What's wrong?" The man slashes at him again, "Not able to hold your own without your filthy curse?"
27 to hit, 11 + 4 +5 damage
18 to hit, 10 + 7 +5 damage
Theren shouts in pain as the sword hits him again and he blocks the second attack. He then attacks 3 times.
Out of the plains, a lone figure walks, a hat protecting them from the sun. They have a longsword sheathed on their hip, and are moderately armored, wearing a cloak over a set of half plate armor. They have red eyes, which burn with some form of emotion.
Theren watches the figure his hands on his two shortswords.
They tilt their head with a smile as they Annalise him
Spellcaster and if so what class?
Theren watches them carefully.
*Ranger and yes he is a spellcaster*
He seems mostly annoyed by therens presence, but is polite none the less, "This place seems... riddled with sickness." He mutters
*oooo, imma be evil. Any magic from the kids? >:]*
"Whaddya mean sickness?"
*Nathan's class is rouge with the thief subclass. Cecilia is a sorcerer with wild magic as the trait.*
"These... curses, that fill your blood." He gestures to Cecilia, "The girl for example."
"What curses? Magic?" his grip tightens on his swords.
"Witchcraft, yes. It taints the blood and spoils the soul." He says, "I am tasked with cleansing this plague upon our lives. Wether by peaceful methods, or-" His hand goes to his sword, "Less peaceful ones."
*and now ladies and gents we see a protective father instinct kick in*
The kids hide behind Theren. "You threatening me and my kids?"
"The girl may be saved, but I'm afraid you are too far gone" He shakes his head in pity, "Quite the sorry sight."
Theren draws his sword and spins it. It glows a bright blue as he raises it to a fighting position. "You ever heard of the sword-singers?" The kids run into the tavern as Theren strikes at the man.
Attack: 30 Damage: 27
The man grits his teeth for a moment, "Yes. I am... quite aware" He says as the strike runs perfectly between the slits in his armor, "But I'm afraid that won't suprise me," he draws his own blade, delivering slashes at theren:
23 to hit, 10 + 7 +5 damage
21 to hit, 14 + 10 +5 damage
Theren grunts as the blade hits twice. "Then you know we integrate magic as we fight!"
Attack: 11 Damage: 19
He then casts entangle. STR save
Two con saves and a wisdom save rq
"Yes. And thar is pitful." He says, blocking the attack
*make ya saves before I roll or attack ^^*
Con 1: 6
Con 2: 10
Wis: 11
Gain 2 wounds, and the spail fails to activate as the magic fizzles iut
"What in the hells...."
"What's wrong?" The man slashes at him again, "Not able to hold your own without your filthy curse?"
27 to hit, 11 + 4 +5 damage
18 to hit, 10 + 7 +5 damage
Theren shouts in pain as the sword hits him again and he blocks the second attack. He then attacks 3 times.
Attack: 11 Damage: 14
Attack: 21 Damage: 26
Attack: 28 Damage: 24
BTW 2 Con saves
2
Con 1: 11
Con 2: 20
*alright he takes [roll]3d4/roll]
Only the last attack hits. The man counterstriking at the first miss: 12 to hit, 10 + 8 +5 damage
Nora is watching all of this go down in horror. (While she cannot cast spells, she is magically empowered.)
"Mind helping out?!" Theren shouts.
She nods in panic.
She drops her hat.
A massive beast of unspeakable horror rushes forward with impossible speed. It slashes at the hunter with its gargantuan claw: Attack: 18 Damage: 23 + 3 nonmagical piercing
*Wait. she gets two attacks*
Attack: 27 Damage: 19 + 2
*Maybe this one?*
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*I did not manipulate, but that saves well*
33 wis save
*everyone's leaving T-T*
*yeah, I'm ok with that!*
Theren grunts as the blade hits twice. "Then you know we integrate magic as we fight!"
Attack: 26 Damage: 25
He then casts entangle. STR save
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Two con saves and a wisdom save rq
"Yes. And thar is pitful." He says, blocking the attack
*make ya saves before I roll or attack ^^*
Con 1: 21
Con 2: 13
Wis: 19
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Nora is watching all of this go down in horror. (While she cannot cast spells, she is magically empowered.)
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Awake, impure, divine
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Gain 2 wounds, and the spail fails to activate as the magic fizzles iut
"Mind helping out?!" Theren shouts.
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"What in the hells...."
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"What's wrong?" The man slashes at him again, "Not able to hold your own without your filthy curse?"
19 to hit, 9 + 6 +5 damage
25 to hit, 12 + 7 +5 damage
She nods in panic.
She drops her hat.
A massive beast of unspeakable horror rushes forward with impossible speed. It slashes at the hunter with its gargantuan claw: Attack: 18 Damage: 23 + 3 nonmagical piercing
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Theren shouts in pain as the sword hits him again and he blocks the second attack. He then attacks 3 times.
Attack: 22 Damage: 24
Attack: 22 Damage: 21
Attack: 15 Damage: 25
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*Wait. she gets two attacks*
Attack: 27 Damage: 19 + 2
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BTW 2 Con saves
1
Con 1: 11
Con 2: 20
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*alright he takes [roll]3d4/roll]
Only the last attack hits. The man counterstriking at the first miss: 12 to hit, 10 + 8 +5 damage
*quick check, did I miss any posts?*
*Maybe this one?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels