Rei jumps from the carriage in a sudden explosive movement and runs to the side of Beast, attempting to flank the Giant, and with a battle cry, she attack using her bare fists in a series of blows, ending her attack in a concentrated punch at a vital spot as an effort to try and stun the giant so the others can find easier to hit him.
OCC: So then, Rei attempts to flank the giant, and does 5 attacks , leaving 1 more as a stunning fist attempt.
Rolls: (Using that dice roller, but I do not apply modifiers because I am not sure yet, I apologize for the trouble causing)
9, 11, 2, 9, 13, 18
Edited: Edge on 13th Aug, 2010 - 6:21pm
Ooc: Cool guys we're rocking now. Just need Oliron to post up party actions now and hopefully he won't wait forever on any slackers who haven't posted yet.
Beast feels this giant is going to fall under this attack so he yells a war cry and continues to chop!
ooc: Cool rolls but where are the others in this fight?
Ooc: Oliron you posted in the game thread dude.
Shoxx you're in the village with someone else I think, can't remember so you have to wait til we get back or work up like some kind of excuse that the GM will buy to come join us in the battle.
Oliron tries to muster out a triumphant cry of victory but sees the dead comrades around him and fails to. He slowly begins to realize the cost of their victory and kneels down, dropping his weapon, beginning to pray to Pelor.
Nothing comes to mind as he prays. Oliron once considered being a priest of Pelor but he just did not have it in him. In his heart he thought maybe he could be a strong warrior like his father, so that he could remove such things from the world. Growing up he realized things like this could not be stopped in any way, no matter how strong he was. So he thought, being a priest, he might bring peace to such things. What kind of peace could he bring to a grieving loved one by praying?
Now he was sitting on a battlefield and everything was layed out before him in a most gruesome and real way. Yet still he could not find the right words, thoughts, or feelings to remove the weight that now hung on him. Oliron recites in his head the common prayer that he was taught by his mother over and over and feels a little bit of peace come over him. He concentrates on that little spark and feeds it his energy, feeling it consume him.
After a couple of minutes Oliron rises and grabs his weapon replacing it in its scabbard. He takes the dead and places them withing Beast's wagon (with his permission if he can). Oliron dresses his grievous wound and mounts his horse addressing the group.
"We should check their cave for any loot. After that these men will need to be returned to town and the dead receive a proper burial. I think we should remove the heads of these giants to prove that we have slain them."
The blood and sunlight shine a crimson glow on his metal armor as he sits on top his horse.