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[h2][color=00aeef][i][b]Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=00aeef]Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 05[/color][/b][/i]
[color=00aeef][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 40 / 40    [color=00aeef][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 16  [color=00aeef][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Field
[color=00aeef][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Perception (8)
[color=00aeef][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] General Disgust.
[color=00aeef][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] Holding down his lunch.
[color=00aeef][i][b]Ki:[/b][/i][/color] 2/5


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BlackBerry shook his head vigorously, Lady Kathryns final blow to the creature had sent its skull sailing over his head and trailing a marvellous arc of viscera and sinew across the sky and all over him. With the immediate threat removed he could take a moment to try and wipe as much of the creature guts off his face as his could before the stinging sensation became any worse. The fiery limbs unravelled from around him and lowered but still remained. Through watery eyes he gave the area a quick survey around but thankfully couldn’t see any more of the creatures and nothing seemed to be rising up from the ground in search of vengeance.

[color=00aeef]“I agree, Lady Kathryn. A further investigation may be in order.”[/color] He gave his sword a sharp flick to remove the worst of the blood(?) from it, but he would have to clean it properly before putting it back into its sheathe. [color=00aeef]“But perhaps we can safely assume the beasts present have been dispatched most efficiently.”[/color]

In a moment annoyance he clicked his teeth at the groups audience at that they had decided to wait around gawking instead of moving at least a little bit away from the fight. [color=00aeef][i]Well it does no harm after all[/i][/color], he reasoned, [color=00aeef][i]the battle was over within a few moments and no one was hurt[/i][/color]. He indulged their onlookers with a final flourish of the sword and a low bow, the ethereal limbs rising behind him like plumes of fire.

Coming back up he called over to the wagons. [color=00aeef]“One hopes the show was to your liking, good fellows, but I must ask your forgiveness if an encore is what you des-”[/color] BlackBerry heard Kosara talking between the sounds of wet thudding. [color=00aeef]“what are you doing?”[/color]

There was an almost audible crack in the air from the speed of BlackBerry’s head turning to see Kosarra happily chopping away at one of the creatures, gleefully wondering how they were to cook their latest kill. BlackBerry grimaced and stuck out his tongue at the very thought of eating the creatures, and Kosara home suddenly seemed a little bit less desireable to visit. Then to his horror, but not surprise, Victoria also approached the corpse and began taking her own samples.

[color=00aeef]“No, no. I am quite unharmed. Thank you.”[/color] He replied weakly to Victoria's offer.

His stomach did a small somersault at the sight of the creature being expertly carved apart beneath the gentle touch of Victorias blade, snipping and slicing away at the stringy connective tissues between its armour plates as if cutting away the fat from a slice bacon.  Broken bones, viscous dog attacks, gaping wounds, patchwork goliaths, and blood soaked torture rooms, all absurdly sat well below his apparent limit of giant bugs being cut apart for food. BlackBerry turned and walked a few steps away from the sight of it all while silently fighting his lunch from making a reappearance.

[color=00aeef]“You did keep it well occupied, Kosara. If I were it, I would have attempted to flee as well.”[/color] BlackBerry did not turn around but spoke over his shoulder. His eyes resolutely fixed in the direction of the wagons and tried hard not to listen to the sounds of flesh being torn. [color=00aeef]“Had there been another threat to the creatures it is not there now.”[/color] He sheathed the blade once more, it was clean enough to his mind, and briskly made his escape to the edge of the field flanked by his fiery limbs like a pair of blinders.

[color=00aeef]“Gracious me, I believe we may have answered the question as to where your sheep had wandered off to.”[/color] Leaning upon the fence as he addressed the two Farmers with a nod of the head to the scene behind him while his stomach warned him against actually looking back. [color=00aeef]“The next question is of course, what manner of creature they are?”[/color]