The great beast flails about buffeting Rothgar with blows and swipes, screeching as it does so. The sheer frenzy of the attack is unnerving, except for Rothgar, well protected by his shield and thick plate armor. With one claw, the creature dashes its wrist against the edge of Rothgar shield, causing the creature some pain as it then shakes its empty paw vigorously. Somewhat undeterred, it raises its more healthy paw and brings it down squarely on Rothgar's shoulder, it then tries to rake its claws against Rothgar's back, which is covered in steel. Enraged beyond reason, if the creature ever had any, the beast screeches as it tries to connect its beak with Rothgar's face. Screeching, it brings its head down, only to stop suddenly. Both movement and screech are stopped, mid-attack. They are replaced by a low, guttural, whine. Blood can be seen trickling from the creature's beak.
Post by Surallel Sol on Jun 9, 2015 8:00:39 GMT -8
"(cough) (cough) Ohhhh, MY bones.......and ORGANS!!! (cough)"
Surallel still gasps for air and struggles to collect himself. Then, he looks up with his sorcerer's eyes and, to help steady his concentration, outstretches his hand towards Rothgar and casts a spell the group has seen before.
Post by Ravna Reiersgaard on Jun 11, 2015 12:08:50 GMT -8
Ravna halts, feet planted squarely on the rocky ground. A hand darts to her leather bandolier, and in a manner of seconds, she overhands a clay bomb toward the owlbear. A smirk of delight bends her mouth; flaming pain flying through the air, all contained by a delicate layer of earthenware. What a charming sight!
Rothgar's ax slices cleanly through the beast's shoulder, followed quickly by a blow with his shield into the creature's face. It recoils, somewhat, favoring its injured forelimb. It's eyes narrow, filled with hate, and then it lashes back at Rothgar.
The Beast slams Rothgar, each blow more frantic and frenzied than the previous. Rothgar stands, largely unmoved by the attacks. In the end, there is a spray of blood across his visor, and the creature shouts in rage at its ironclad foe, its mouth little more than a bloody mass surrounded by a hard beak.1d20+6·1d20+6·1d20+6·1d6+4·1d6+4·1d6+4·1d20+12·1d20+12
Post by Surallel Sol on Jun 16, 2015 9:09:24 GMT -8
Surallel halfway out of his sorcerer's gaze gets a feel for his surroundings and suddenly redirects his hand and gaze on to Darvan and whispers "Darvan giganto." Darvan, if he does not resist, enlarges in size.
Surallel then hops up and and runs away at diagonal angle away from the Owlbear and then towards Tessa as best as he is able.
Post by Ravna Reiersgaard on Jun 21, 2015 13:13:23 GMT -8
As Darvan doubles in size before her, Ravna loses sight of the owlbear. The monk's cotton-clad back fills her view. Never one to stop doing a good thing, she plucks another bomb from the holster and lobs it soft and high; the clay orb describes a neat arc over Darvan's right shoulder.
Attack, using Precise Bombs to ignore allies: yNgIS5XT1d20+6
Clay shatters squarely on the owlbear's fuzzy pate. It roars and swipes at its eyes and head, trying to clear the yellow-green ooze that drips over its fur a split second before flames engulf the creature. Ravna blinks in surprise; she must have mixed a particularly potent bomb without thinking, for even shielded in the lee of Darvan's bulk, a bloom of heat brushes her skin. The air fills with the noxious reek of burnt feathers and roasted skin. The ground trembles as the owlbear's body drops in a heap.
I'll have to remember that mix next time, Ravna says into the following stillness. Saltpeter, brimstone, charcoal... with a touch of bitumen. Or was it naphtha? Fascinating... 1d20+6·2d6+6
Post by Surallel Sol on Jun 24, 2015 17:08:20 GMT -8
*coughs a little blood* "By the planes of existence! Uggghhhhhh, I tried not believing in the owlbear thinking he couldn't hurt me but that only made it hurt more! oohhhhhhhhh, thankfully, this did not end anywhere near as badly as the last time I saw an owlbear."
Surallel casts unseen servant and directs it to pilfer the corpses of the two dead nameless guards.
Surallel gestures over to Tessa to tend to his torso.
The owlbear breathes in raspy gasps. Its eyes are closed and other than the occasional shudder it lies motionless. Items begin to float in small batches from the corpses, collecting in a pile before Surallel. Anyone who checks them finds them to be dead. There are no magic items on them. Just some light armor and some weapons of dubious (not masterwork) quality.
Each man has 1 Studded Leather 1 Longspear 2 daggers 1 day of trail rations. 1 waterskin