
"darn it sailor, get this thing clamped, now!" Belows the Half-Giant, as blood drips from between the plates of his armor. He grasps the portable hole tightly, with both hands, to ensure that it is now wrenched free by the hybrid's attacks.
OOC: I got 8 init, with a +8 modifier?
Additionally, I am not using the word 'darn'. Edited: Inferatus on 16th Oct, 2010 - 12:49pm
Sorry init is as follows then You, lycan, friend
So you held the hole shut tight and moved to your friend while you bore the attack of the wolf, commanding your frind to pick up the clasp and afix it he dose so. Now its your turn to act again, the hole is now folded and clasped and the size of a large human fist.
Watching his plan come to fruition, Un'Rogaar's eyes flare. He gives the sailor an approving nod, leaving his to handle the restrained lycan. Almost smiling he heaves the giant sword from his back, dropping it with full force onto the petulant ware-thing.
OOC: Full power attack, +6 to hit, 3d6+10 damage.
18 to hit,
21 damage, your large blade digs an almost fatal wound and you watch as a small prtion of it heals up,
your friend squeels as the lycan roars in anger and pain and bites back at you.
His teeth sink in for 5 damage, and he fails to pull you down again.
You retaliate and end its life in a gory mess.
300xp for the dead lycan and 100 for the trapt one
400xp
Suddenly feeling stronger, Un'Rogaar casts his gaze over the battlefield. "Is that it! Captain!" he spits, as he appreciates the bloody mess left in his wake. Stripping the items from the dead lycan, Un'Rogaar sinks back into his corner.
OOC: Will post a levelled character in the character thread in the morning.
You guess every one has gone to bed as no one will interupt you untill the morning except for your friend who will constantly ask you if you are ok and ask about the wolf in your bag/portable hole.
He would also like to administer a heal check on you he scores a 21,
2 hit points per level for a full 8 hours of rest in a day
Wandering over, Un'Rogaar casually hurls the enchanted stone to the corner of the room. He drags the stool back against a wall on the previously guarded section of the cell and get's comfortable.
"Sailor" He calls. "Come, and tell me your name?"
OOC: Forgot to say it last night, but I would like to try to keep this lycanthrope alive, additionally. Just as we discussed, keeping it reasonably full of air.
The sailors name is Taleahn, he says he was a schollar, herbalist, cook and healer for the church of some unherd of uniportant god that was invaded and ransacked by the crew of this very ship, he gave chase only to be caught and used as a prisoner.
By carefully monitoring it and opening and closeing the hole you keep the lycan alive and on the brink of suffocation untill it passes out.
When morning arrives you hear the captain laughing, "thank you for that, its a suprise you are still alive but none the less I must thank you for fixing my dog problem."
You see his stubly hairy head poking out over the edge of the hatch along with a few curious sailors. He still speaks through the stone.
"This time there is money to be had, so skip back to your cage and get ready, mwha har"