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Post by Kestrel on Jun 17, 2019 19:44:13 GMT
“Hey! Uh…anyone up ther-ow!”
Echo hissed, ears flattening, as a sharp pain shot through her left leg as she tried to move it. Cat Lord, damnit! She hissed again as she looked down and prodded at an already swollen ankle, leaning back against stone afterwards as she took a deep breath. Okay! This was…not great, Echo had to admit, but the fall could have been worse. Lots worse! She could have been stabbed by a pointy rock. Or her own sword! Or her own sword and then a pointy rock and then, like, maybe another pointy rock! Lots of possibilities, really. Her leg still had (lots at the moment!) feeling, there was no blood, and she was conscious. The tabaxi dragged and then propped her foot up on a ridge along the cave floor, taking another deep breath. A twisted ankle was pretty good all things considered.
Still, she was a bit stuck now! That was…a problem.
Echo had been poking her nose around outside the city, as she often did, when she had stumbled across what was a really cool grove, set against a tall, rocky ridge, with a field of colorful flowers and a massive old stump at its center. It had caught her curiosity almost immediately. Always a dangerous thing! Usually because it involved the treasure hunter, like, running into a tribe of goblins or a pack of rabid wolves or something, but even Echo now realized that diving headfirst into a clump of bushes at the base of the ridge was…probably not the best idea? Maybe? Oops. Echo had only realized that the hidden tunnel was there when she had felt herself falling, not into soft grass, but through cool cave air. Try as she did, clawing at the sides of the tunnel had only managed to dull her claws, and the tabaxi had ended up slamming into a pile of crumbled rocks at the base of the tunnel – knocking the wind clean out of her, bruising mooooost (but not all!) of her body, and twisting her ankle. Pretty badly, too.
Yeah! Oops.
“Hello? Hellooooo? Helloooooooooo?”
Echo cupped her hands to her mouth, calling a few more times toward the one speckled shaft of light in the otherwise dark tunnel, but then let them fall to her sides as her ears drooped even more. Her tail swished limply. It was useless – she had been alone all morning. Damnit! Damnit! Damnit! What, uh, in the Nine Hells was she supposed to do now? The tabaxi glanced around. The tunnel itself was mostly empty aside from herself – other than the pile of rocks close by, and a few smaller pebbles scattered around, the cave was smooth, barren, and devoid of any sign that someone had been there before. There were only two ways in or out. One was the shaft she had dropped down from, the light from it illuminating the cloud of dirt and dust she had disturbed, while the other led down a small slope and deeper into the base of the ridge. It was pitch black.
The treasure hunter gave one last call.
“Please, like, if you can hear me? I’m really, really stuck down here! For reals.”
She then shifted her leg, whimpered, and closed her eyes. If no one returned her call, not that she expected anyone to, she would need to climb out of there herself, which would take, uh…a lot of effort with her ankle. She could at least spare a few moments to regain her breath first, though.
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Post by Night on Jun 17, 2019 20:32:45 GMT
The silence in the cave would normally be unsettling, though it was normal for Nuada. These types of places would be chill and quiet, and then one of the little buggers would stick their heads out and give a wail. That is what he had dealt with when he entered the cavern. There was a nice opening that a group of miners had used before they were unceremoniously evicted by the new tenants. It was those old tenants, or at least what remained of them, that had hired him for this job. Already two groups of the goblins had fallen to his blade. The group at the entrance and then their reinforcements that came clambering out of hiding holes.
Nuada walked through the tunnel, he kept his eyes open and his torch in front of him. He rested his other hand on the dagger on his hip. That would be the better weapon for maneuvering through these tunnels with. If he chanced upon a larger room then he could switch to his sword, but for these confines a dagger would be better and faster. Plus, it wasn’t like the goblins could really put up a great fight. He did not enjoy hunting these monsters, they were easy prey. No, he was looking forward to the larger creatures that lurked deeper, the ones that would put up more of a fight.
He froze in place when the silence was broken. His eyes closed and he tilted his head to the side so that he could focus on his hearing. Nuada wanted to know what happened and what he should be expecting. The fingers that were wrapped around his dagger began to draw the blade and held it out, ready to pierce the first creature that was unlucky enough to run into him. He began to walk in the direction of the sound, following the path that was directly ahead of him. He was careful with his steps, so that he could be sneak up on whatever it was, though his torch would give him away. At least the other wouldn’t know that he had a dagger prepared.
It was not until he was closer that he realized that the voice was not that of a goblin or another monster. It was something else speaking common, and not the broken speech that most monsters tried to use. It was proper. Well, as proper as it could be. Someone was crying for help. They were stuck down here, for reals. He could not help but roll his eyes at the bellyaching that was being bellowed throughout the tunnels.
Nuada stood half in the entrance to the room, hiding his right hand with dagger out of view. He thrust the torch forward.
“If yer hurt, you might not wanna shout like that. Ya never know what could find you.” His eyes could see the figure clearly, between his torch and the slight amount of daylight that was trickling in through the escape hole that this unaware creature had fallen through. A giant cat? Nuada thought, squinting and trying to get a better picture of the figure.
“Anyways,’ he started, quietly sheathing his dagger and entering the space, ‘no more need to cry, cause I’m here.” He threw up his hand, pointing at himself with his thumb. “What can I do to help ya?”
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Post by Kestrel on Jun 17, 2019 22:03:47 GMT
Echo focused on her breathing. It was a little bit sharp, a little bit fast, and her chest heaved almost in tune with the thumping of her heart. Thoughts also came in quick. She was injured! She was stuck at the bottom of some secret tunnel. She was, uh…all alone. A frown. She was sooooo screwe-no! The tabaxi bit her tongue and took a deep breath. Then another. She was fine! Like before: she was conscious, mostly (mostly) okay, and far from, like, bleeding out or dying or anything bad like that. A third deep breath, and then Echo opened her eyes, tightened her scarf, and nudged herself forward. She unslung her crossbow and propped it up against a nearby rock, testing her weight against it with a couple pushes. It seemed…fine? Maybe? Hopefully. One final deep breath…and then Echo pulled herself up. She winced, some pain snaking up her leg as she wobbled in place, but the crossbow held firm and the treasure hunter soon steadied herself against the cave wall. A small grin spread across her face. Okay! That was something!
Now she just had to hobbl-ah!
Echo yelped, ears and tail on end, as…something poked its nasty head out from the gloom at the end of the tunnel. She fell backwards, landed on the pile of rocks, and then yelped again as her ankle bumped into one of them. Damnit, not again! Eyes watering, Echo looked up and squinted. One hand was already reaching for the dagger at her thigh as the other held her injured leg, but the tabaxi paused mid-grasp. It was…not a goblin. Or a rabid wolf. Or, like, anything bad at all! It was…a person? Actually here? Huh. They were even offering to help her, too! Huh!
"Not that I'm, like, not super happy to see someone else, but, like...could you maaaaaybe give a little warning next time? Ow."
Rubbing her leg, Echo wobbled back to her feet, then rubbed her back a bit, and then batted at the corners of her eyes with the end of her scarf. She winced as she tested her foot again and leaned against her crossbow.
“I’m not crying.”
Ears flat and fur bristling, she shot the stranger a look. She had a good view of him now that the torch was there: he was big (really big!), muscly, and wore all kinds of pieces of armor and bits of weapons and stuff. Good thing he was friendly! For now, at least.
“But I, uh…kinda injured my foot when I fell. You don't happen to know the fastest way to hobble out of here, huh? I should probably get started."
The treasure hunter frowned and shrugged.
"Hobbling, I mean. Gonna be doing that for a little bit I think."
Ugh. The thought alone was awful. Stuck in bed for a few days, unable to perform at the Notch or go exploring or play with the Urchin Bunch.
The worst.
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Post by Night on Jun 18, 2019 8:34:00 GMT
Give a little warning? Nuada thought, displeased by the idea of bellowing as the feline had been. Then again, that would be the fastest way to get all the goblins to him. That would make things go faster. But then the others might run away and eventually come back. That was not something he could let happen, thanks to his job.
“Were you whinging and making a lot of noise?” He nodded, trying to dispel the idea that they weren’t crying. When they stood up and told about his injury he did not know how to best react. He did know the way out, though it was not fast, and it would mean backtracking through the maze he had already gone through to get here.
“Yeah I know the way out, though it looks like it doesn’t even matter which way you go, you’ll be slow no matter what.” It was just his luck to run into this walking, no, hobbling obstacle to finishing his job. A part of wanted to do what he could to help, but he had no methods of healing, save removing the place that hurt. But then that would create a whole new injury.
Nuada shook his head. “Sadly, I don’t have anything to heal you with. If you go back the way I came, you can follow the maze to get out, but I need to go deeper.” There were goblins deeper in the tunnels he knew, so that was where he would go. He had a job to do, and as much as he would want to help, his payday came first. Then it dawned on him. “Perhaps there’s something to heal you with at the end of my route, though I can’t say it’ll be safe to get there.”
His offer was true, and if the feline did come with him at least they would have a better chance of not getting caught by wandering creatures. This way he could at least help if he needed to.
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Post by Kestrel on Jun 18, 2019 19:59:54 GMT
“I wasn’t whinging! I don’t even, like, know what that means!”
Echo stomped her foot, immediately regretted everything as she sharply inhaled, and then glared at the stranger as her eyes watered again. Duh! Like, of course she had made a lot of noise! She was trying to be found! That was, uh, the whole dang point? Her tail flailing behind her, the tabaxi again wiped at her eyes as she balanced on one foot. Too bad the person who had found her was a huge butt! As big or muscly or bigly muscly as the stranger was, she would like to see him jump down a hole, fall onto a pile of rocks, and then not complain about it just a little. It hurt! Like, a lot!
A purr did escape her throat, though, as the stranger continued. Even if she glared harder.
“My. Foot. Hurts. Lots. But thank the Cat Lord, at least finding you was good for something, I guess! Now, just, like…point me in the righ- “
Echo blinked. She cocked her head to one side, blinked a second time, and then threw both hands up as she barred her fangs and yowled. She wobbled but kept her balance.
“Are you kidding me! This is a maze? Like, an actual, stupid maze? Ugh!”
Today sucked! It sucked, and it hurt, and it was getting more and more annoying as stuff went on. A maze? No healing? Big butt bastard here had to go deeper instead for, uh…reasons? Today sucked hard! Echo sighed. But, well…not like she had much of a choice, really. If this place was a maze, and given how crazy armed the stranger was, it would be hard for the treasure hunter to get out alone. Maybe even dangerous. She already maybe broke one foot! Like…losing both would be bad, probably.
Echo straightened her back, leaning hard against her crossbow, and hobbled a few steps past the stranger. She pulled her hood up and peeked back over her shoulder.
“So? Let’s get this over with! Not like this day can get any worse, yeah?”
The tabaxi clicked her tongue. At least if she died down here the, uh, day would stop sucking as hard. Since she would be dead. Kinda? She supposed that would also mean the day sucked the hardest, but, then again, would she really care if she was dead? How did that work? Lost in thought now, Echo began to shuffle her way out of the small dusty chamber.
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Post by Night on Jun 18, 2019 20:42:49 GMT
Nuada stood in the entrance to the room, now leaning against the wall. The amount of moaning that the cat made was on par with another one of his travel companions, or rather employer? He shook his head away from that, he did not need a cause for a great number of his problems to bother him right now. No, he had a brand new cause for future problems. The first of which was his ears.
“You done?” He asked, scratching his head with his free hand. “Just so ya know, I’m not here for makin’ tons of noise.” Nuada paused to think through that a bit more. No. He was here to make noise, just not the kind that was being espoused. The noise he would make would be deeper in the network of tunnels and would sound like the most beautiful of melodies. In fact, he would be dancing then as well. It was something he was already looking forward to. Hopefully there would be a chieftain or stronger sort of goblin in the final room. That would make for a fine dance partner.
He turned to lead the way deeper into the tunnels when the tabaxi finally started to follow him. He did not know what else to do other than pursue his job. After a few steps he took a look back to see if the tabaxi would be a hindrance. Not that he hadn’t dealt with hindrances while doing jobs before. No, they normally paid for the job and insisted on being their in person, for whatever reason that was.
“Everything’s gonna be fine KitKat, just walk it off. A sprained ankle is not much to moan about, especially when there are goblins lurkin’ about ready to eat ya.” He laughed at the end a little, hopefully scaring her into being quiet, for whatever good that would do. No one ever listened to him. No, it was always, “I’m the brains Nuada, and you’re the brawn” or “I don’t listen to apes that haven’t advanced past the stone age.” He sighed to himself, hoping that he could finish this job with the least amount of distractions and annoyances. |
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Post by Kestrel on Jun 20, 2019 19:43:37 GMT
One step. A shuffle. A second step. A shuffle. A third step. A wince. A gasp. A hushed curse. A shuffle.
Leaning hard on her crossbow and using it as a makeshift crutch, Echo was (just) able to hobble fast enough to keep pace with the stranger. Not that he was, uh, making it any easier! He was taller, like…a lot taller, than she was, and could ignore the stupid number of bumps and crevices and drops and ridges and holes and stuff that were on the cave floor. Not that she could do that! Like, at all!
“Ow.”
Slamming her toes into yet another stone hiding in the gloom, the tabaxi stumbled a couple steps forward, steadied herself by falling into a wall, and then picked up her shuffle again with a sharp swish of her tail and a sigh. Then, the stranger spoke. Echo cocked her head and squinted, staring at the torchlit outline of the man’s back. KitKat? Really? Like…it was cute, sure, but maybe if she was five again? It did remind her a little of the nicknames the troupe used to call her, though. Especially Fish in the River! Echo smiled. It had been, uh…a long time since she had heard anyone call her a Lil’ Catfish. Back when she could still…like…yeah. A long time.
“…right. Kinda hard to just walk it off, though, when I, uh, can’t really walk?”
Echo then giggled. She mustered as much faux surprise as she could.
“Goblins!? Like, here? Oh no! Not goblins! Ahhhhhhhhhh.”
The treasure hunter dared another peek ahead as she pointed at the man, though her eyes were quick to return down to her feet. She sidestepped another stone and purred.
“It’s, like, super cute that you think I’m afraid of goblins. These whiskers have poked around in sooooo many goblin caves, you don’t even know!"
It was true, too! Of course, most usually ended up with her sprinting around with a pack of goblins and wolves and whatever on her tail. Or getting stuck (sometimes, like, literally) in a side cave. Or sprinting around with a pack of goblins and wolves and whatever on her tail and then getting stuck in a side cave with the goblins and wolves and whatever, but? Like? Details.
The rest of their little journey, though, was made in silence. Even Echo, quickly lost in old memories of goblins and fish and a good foot, was unusually quiet as the pair made their way through the cave. Soon, the passage they were in ended and joined together with a much larger, smoother, and mustier tunnel that ran crossways. Echo followed her stranger companion as they picked the left side to go down. Gradually, almost unnoticeably if the tabaxi did not have (pretty dang good!) night eyes, the new tunnel widened more and more and more until it fully opened into a small, but still tall and expansive, cavern. Echo shuffled out from the tunnel, tightened her scarf, and then peeked around. Her nose wrinkled.
Cat Lord, it smelled bad! Like…really bad!
The stranger’s torch was able to just illuminate most of the cavern, and Echo wretched as she took it all in. It was…was…really, really gross! Mounds of foodstuffs – breads and meats and animal carcasses and even a few odd vegetables – lay sprawled, heaped, and piled around, with most of it thick with overgrown black and green mold. At the center of the mess lay a mound of filthy furs and moth-eaten cloth. The tabaxi covered her mouth and nose with an elbow. Other than the two of them, it seemed like the otherwise barren cavern was empty.
“Uh, gross? What do you think put all this stuff down her- “
One of the mounds, just to the side of them, exploded. Echo flipped around and yelped. A slimy shower of moldy food and bones splattered over the two of them and, roaring in the middle of it, was a…guy? Thing? It easily towered over her, even over the stranger, and its bulging pale skin was coated in a sheen of refuse, mold, and old spittle. A few tattered rags covered the necessary bits of the creature and it wielded what, uh, looked like the half-eaten remains of a horse haunch as a club. Long and sharp yellowed teeth mirrored its beady yellow eyes as it howled, stomped its massive feet, and spat at the two of them.
“Git! Out! Git out! Git out! Git out!”
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Post by Night on Jun 21, 2019 15:25:54 GMT
Nuada nodded along to what the tabaxi was speaking about. He did his best to drone it out by mentally reciting different types of monsters and the ways to kill them effectively. When they finally came to an ending in the cavern, his eyes lit up. Finally here, eh?
He scanned the room, hoping to see something through the stench that was lingering in the air. He had smelled far worse, he just hoped that whatever was dwelling here was worth the effort of navigating tunnels. When the creature burst forth from a mound, while others might look on with fear, or attempts to hide it, Nuada did not. His lips formed a smile and he almost began to laugh. You’ll do nicely.
The first thing he did was toss the torch aside where I could still burn and give off light. Mayhaps it would also light up one of the piles here, depending on what was in it. With that done, he drew his sword with one hand and his hand-crossbow with the other. ”KitKat, ya ready to dance?! Because here’s our partner!”
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Post by Kestrel on Jun 23, 2019 6:28:17 GMT
“I’m, like, all for dancing and stuff, but not with that thing! Yuck!”
Echo shouted as she pivoted around and dove backwards, eyes wide as the fat fleshy man thing began to charge through the spoiled muck…toward them. Angrily. It beat its haunch club against the ground as it continued to bellow, teeth glinting pale in the torchlight. Very angrily! This thing was pissed.
“Git out! Git out! Git out!”
Cat Lord, she wanted to! The tabaxi landed with a muffled squelch onto one of the smaller foodstuff piles and, nose wrinkling and sticking her tongue out, dragged herself and her foot behind an outcropping of rock at the side of the cavern. She propped her crossbow up against it and peeked over. The stranger had tossed his torch to the side and, thankfully, it was still lit and illuminating the area. The man himself had been quick to draw his own sword and hand crossbow afterwards. Echo frowned, ears flattening against her head. The stranger seemed capable enough, and this was far from her own first accidental stumble across a monster in the middle of a dark, damp cave, but…that thing was big! Like, super big.
Still, not like she had much of a choice just then! Dang foot.
Turning her body around, Echo steadied her crossbow against her shoulder, squinted and took aim, and then pulled the trigger. Thwang. The loosed bolt flew through the gloom, past the stranger’s shoulder, and…
Attack roll: 7zr7jmFF1d20+5
Damage: 1d8+3
…lodged itself in the big thing’s shoulder. Yes! Echo grinned. It started bellowing even louder, at that! As she placed another bolt onto her weapon, the tabaxi peeked over again, calling to her new, impromptu companion.
“Hey! Kick it’s gross butt, weird stranger guy!”
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Post by Night on Jun 24, 2019 16:45:09 GMT
His companion had run in the opposite direction as the monster began lurching forward, not that Nuada truly noticed or cared. Even if he had to do this on his own, he would. While he still had a smile, his eyes showed that he was getting more serious as he scratched the back of his left hand with the blade of his sword, wetting it with his own blood. Holding the blade before him, he activated the rite. While the blade did not seem to change, the air around it certainly turned cooler. Before he could launch an attack of his own, there was a twang followed by a thump of a crossbow bolt.
“Nice!” He shouted amidst the screeching bellow the ogre gave out. Nuada then launched forward for an attack of his own. First, he swung his sword, hoping to cut through the creature’s hide. He followed that up by taking a leap back and firing a bolt at it.
Afterward, he stood back to await whatever happened next.
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Hand Crossbow Attack: 1-20 + 4 = 12
Longsword Damage: 1-8 + 1-4 + 3 = 10
Hand Crossbow Damage: 1-4 + 2 = 5
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Post by Kestrel on Jun 24, 2019 17:34:57 GMT
Uh oh!
Echo watched, hands gripping her now reloaded weapon tight, as the big thing bellowed, howled, snapped its yellow teeth, and then charged. Her gaze shifted to the stranger between them. He still stood his ground and, even more than that, he, uh, cut…himself? What? Echo cocked her head a little, bit her lip, and hummed. That seemed, like…wrong. He was supposed to cut the big thing! Not himself!
Still, the stranger was quick on the draw. As the monster got close, he lashed out with his sword and fired his hand crossbow with a (decent!) leap, scoring two solid hits on the big thing and drawing even more of its blood. Double yes! He was actually, sorta good! Ignoring the weird self-slicing bit, at least. Unfortunately, it also just seemed to make the big thing even more pissed off.
“Bad man hurts Blag! Bad man dies!”
With its biggest yell yet, the monster raised its horse haunch high over its head, gripping the gnawed flesh with two giant hands.
“Watch out!”
Echo yelped as the monster brought the impromptu weapon down in a swift, strong blow, and…
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…missed. At least Echo thought so. Really, she had stopped paying much attention to the stranger by now. He seemed okay! Instead, she took aim again, using the monster’s attack as an opportunity to pinpoint a weak point in the crust of refuse around its body. Thwang. Her crossbow sang once more, and…
Attack roll: 1d20+5
…Echo clicked her tongue as the bolt flew underneath the big thing’s arm. Damnit! The tabaxi reached for her quiver, though, and pulled out yet another bolt. This thing was far from dead, yet! Hopefully her companion could keep it up.
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Post by Night on Jun 24, 2019 18:09:15 GMT
After scoring direct hits on the creature, Nuada heard the deafening roar as the ogre began his own attack. Nuada was full and ready to meet the attack. Instead of parrying it, he sidestepped while reloading his crossbow as he had done hundreds of times before this. The next bolt from his companion sailed right next to his head, which he would not have minded if they had hit the target. He gave a glare over his shoulder before he started his own assault again. Ready to attack once more, Nuada sliced at the ogre and fired a crossbow bolt again from close range. “Soon bad man will kill Blag.” ____ Longsword Attack: NAVvAnWw1-20 + 5 = 19 Hand Crossbow Attack: 1-20 + 4 = 14
Longsword Damage: 1-8 + 1-4 + 3 = 9 Hand Crossbow Damage: 1-4 + 2 = 3
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Post by Kestrel on Jun 24, 2019 19:10:53 GMT
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Post by Kestrel on Jun 24, 2019 19:36:50 GMT
What kind of name was Blag, anyway? Echo shrugged, propping her crossbow up on the rock once again, and squinted through the gloom. Was it, like, a joke? Bad parenting? Or was this thing just that dumb? Maybe all three. Echo stuck her tongue out as the stranger glared at her (hey, it was kinda fast for something that big!), exhaling to steady her aim as she watched the man strike again and again at their opponent. The big thing was flailing around now, its pale skin stained more with red than not, and it shrieked almost incomprehensibly. Bits of refuse flaked off with every squirm.
“Bad things hurts Blag! Blag angry! Angry! Dies! Dies! Dies!”
Yeah, uh…probably all three! The monster swung hard again with its horse haunch.
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Echo flinched and flattened her ears. With a soft squelch, it looked and sounded like the blow had hit her companion. But! There was no time just yet for her to check. Echo squared her shoulders, lifted her crossbow just a little higher, and then exhaled a second time. Then a third. The big thing was getting weaker now, that was for sure. A few more hits and, maybe? Just maybe? They could actually take down the awful, gross thing! The tabaxi shifted her aim as she found her mark. One second. Then another. Then-
Thwang.
Damage: 1d8+3
Sneak attack: 2d6
Hells yeah! Echo fist pumped and then ducked behind her rock. The bolt, flying through the gloom, had found the monster's head just as the big thing opened its mouth for another bellow. With a soft thud and the crack of bone it lodged itself deep into the side of the big thing's jaw. The monster moaned, coughing and sputtering out blood, as it teetered and struggled to hold onto its weapon.
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Post by Night on Jun 24, 2019 19:53:24 GMT
This time Nuada was not fast enough to dodge the ogre's swing as it sent him crashing back into one of the piles. He gasped to regain the air that had just been knocked form his lungs. When he wiped at his mouth he saw that there was some blood there. While the creature was daft, it did deal some damage if it managed to land an attack. Grimacing, he rolled off the pile and stood up again. "Once more." He charged in and swung his sword before firing another bolt at the creature. After the bolt that had sailed into it from his companion, he hoped that if his attacks landed, that would be enough to fell the creature once and for all...
...his blade left a trail of frosted air as cut through the ogre's chest, droppping it down to its knees. It had stopped moving at that time, and it no longer dwarfed him in height, so Nuada did what any sane hunter would do. He raised his crossbow up and pointed it at the ogre's face before loosing the bolt between the creature's eyes, dropping it to the ground with an even larger thud. Nuada leaned back and smiled. "That was fun, almost got me there."
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Longsword Attack: TphZmFaq1-20 + 5 = 20
Hand Crossbow Attack: 1-20 + 4 = 13
Longsword Damage: 1-8 + 3 + 1-4 = 7
Hand Crossbow Damage: 1-4 + 2 = 5
Total Damage: 12
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