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Feeling the tingling feel over his body, he feels his body quaking underneath his skin. Feeling it spread across his body, he can not watch it as he has no skin showing through his armor. Looking around he stares at the strange meat sacks defiling his holy temple.Init
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Jallow, quickly slides out an arrow places it against his bow as takes a breath to focus his power. Jallow stares down the arrow states to his group in a very powerful croak Sundast release his power and his arrow.
OOC: Freebooter bane (powerful croak) allows all within < 30ft to Sundast get a +2 atk and +2 dmg against the Centaur |
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Slenc narrows her eyes and toddles off to stand behind Jallow. She begins casting, leaving trails of purple sparks as she runs her fingers through the centaur's brain. "Later, gator. No hard feelings and stuff."
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Jallow: You send an arrow right into his face. That looks awkward. (11 damage) Kib: You punch of doom has no effect that you can tell. (Fort Save Success) Sundast: You feel yourself filled with a terrible disdain for who and what you are, and start trying to beat yourself over the head. Awkward. (8 damage) You lay into the poor monk in front of you. Crash and whoosh! (28 damage, you cannot Disarm a Monk)
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. Last edited by Fragmaster01; Aug 15th, 2012 at 10:26 AM. |
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"Adventuring's weird. Seems like I always have to kill my own team mates. You guys ever get that?"
Slenc hurls her magic rock at Sundast's head. "I hope he turns back when he's dead. There's good eating on a horse."
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Kib launches into a flurry of strikes, mostly aimed at Sundast's legs, given the size difference. He attempts to duck and weave around any counter blows, his face, as much as a Kobold's face can, shows intense concentration.
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Dice Hit:
Sundast: The stunning fist apparently hurts too. (11 damage)
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. Last edited by Fragmaster01; Aug 15th, 2012 at 06:53 PM. |
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Wincing from the blow of the monk and the arrow in his snout, Sundast is truly angry. Roaring his fury at the small thing in front of him, he starts to swing his flail around, and then with supernatural speed reverses the blow at him. Following up with a mighty swing from his shield, he tries to bash the little guy across the room.
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Jallow, pulls out two arrows, leans them up against the bow, takes another breath to focus allow his power to flow into his bow. Jallow stares down the arrows aiming at the chest of the centaur and fires his arrows. Jallows right arm flies up and over his shoulder as he pulls out another arrow, leans it against the bow and fires it once more.
OOC: Freebooter bane (powerful croak) allows all within < 30ft to Sundast get a +2 atk and +2 dmg against the Centaur |
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Gimme a sec.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. Last edited by Fragmaster01; Aug 20th, 2012 at 12:06 AM. |
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"Whiff! Swing and a miss, but thanks for playing!"
Kib launches another barrage of blows at the Centaur, the strikes seeming to come from everywhere at once as he constantly moves to dodge out of the way of Sundast's blows.
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Paranoia is a very comforting state of mind. If you think they’re out to get you, it means you think you matter. - Gilbran Quail Si vis pacem, para bellum - If you want peace, prepare for war. |
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Sundast growls deeply as the fight slowly turns against him. One on one he could take anyone of them, but with 3 against one was simply too many attacks for him to deal with. And with the slippery monk ducking and weaving did not help. Swinging his weapons around for another barrage of blows, he tries to take out the monk so he can move on to easier targets. Snapping his flail up in an uppercut, he reverses it suddenly to a side attack as well. Snapping his foreleg at Kib's chest he tries to kick him in the chest as well. AC 29/12/23 HP 13/59 |
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I derped and screwed up some stuff. I was looking at Sundast's sheet AC, not his AC with Combat Expertise. The last arrow didn't hit, he's still at 24 HP. Righto, continue onward.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. Last edited by Fragmaster01; Aug 20th, 2012 at 12:08 AM. |
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