My playlist consist mostly of Two Steps From Hell, got some Imagine Dragons and Of Monsters and Men in there too
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Bjoric pulled a rag from his pack once he saw all the gnolls were dead or fleeing, using it to clean some of the gore from his hammer. Picking out piece charged flesh from the rune on the hammers face, he approached the drow.
"Do ye really think stay'n here's a good plan? The one that got away will likely be back with more mongrels. And I doubt we'll get away with so few wounds then." he added gravely.
"Do ye really think stay'n here's a good plan? The one that got away will likely be back with more mongrels. And I doubt we'll get away with so few wounds then." he added gravely.
Yes, Bjoric can heal people. Being a War cleric means that he can cast War domain spells easier and doesn't have access to one of the other domains (in his case necromancy). So we have no shortage of healing here.
There, sub-level foe dispatched with appropriate amount of overkill, now to bed.
Bjoric had barely drifted off when the howling and cackling of the gnolls had him up with his hammer in hand. Looking around he could see they were surrounded by a small raiding party, and someone new but he would deal with him once the immediate threat was dealt with. Which came in the form of a howling beast charging straight at him.
Bjoric raised his palm at the charging gnoll, shouting a couple words in ancient dwarven he felt the familiar thrum of divine power surge through his arm. Out of his palm shot a beam of blinding light, slamming into the creature, burning fur and searing flesh. The gnolls bloodthirsty howl turned to a yelp as its charge faltered and it came stumbling into range of Bjorics waiting hammer.
Yelling with a mighty swing, the hammer sank into the staggered gnolls side with a wet crunch. The force almost lifting it front the ground where it now lay dead with most of its ribcage caved in. He turned from the fallen creature, readying to help the others or strike down another.
Bjoric raised his palm at the charging gnoll, shouting a couple words in ancient dwarven he felt the familiar thrum of divine power surge through his arm. Out of his palm shot a beam of blinding light, slamming into the creature, burning fur and searing flesh. The gnolls bloodthirsty howl turned to a yelp as its charge faltered and it came stumbling into range of Bjorics waiting hammer.
Yelling with a mighty swing, the hammer sank into the staggered gnolls side with a wet crunch. The force almost lifting it front the ground where it now lay dead with most of its ribcage caved in. He turned from the fallen creature, readying to help the others or strike down another.
And as I'm going to bed. Damn.
I love role playing because it's like writing, but you don't know what is going to happen next. It's actually exciting!
"I'll take watch after ye." Bjoric offered, "It'll be dark for a while yet, and we'll need out best eyes for it."
Pulling out a bedroll, he laid half of it against the rear wheel of the cart with his pack underneath so he'd be in a reclined sitting position. Not wanting to sleep too heavily in unfriendly lands. Sighing he laid against the bedroll, placing his hammer across his lap, staring off into the horizon where the night seemed to explode out of nothingness. And there he watched until sleep took him.
Pulling out a bedroll, he laid half of it against the rear wheel of the cart with his pack underneath so he'd be in a reclined sitting position. Not wanting to sleep too heavily in unfriendly lands. Sighing he laid against the bedroll, placing his hammer across his lap, staring off into the horizon where the night seemed to explode out of nothingness. And there he watched until sleep took him.
Bjoric's mood was soured by the goblins presence. He wanted nothing more than to run the filth off, but since everyone else seemed indifferent to its being on the wagon he resigned to keeping an eye on it.
As he sat quietly in the wagon he overheard the drows story and was drawn to memories of his ancestral home. "Tis a hard thing, leaving ones home. Even willingly." sighing, he shook himself of the memories before he was drawn in too deep.
Feeling the beginnings of sleep trying to take hold he hoped out the side of the cart, deciding to remain awake since people were already beginning to dose off. His armour lightly clanging as walk with the slow pace of the cart.
As he sat quietly in the wagon he overheard the drows story and was drawn to memories of his ancestral home. "Tis a hard thing, leaving ones home. Even willingly." sighing, he shook himself of the memories before he was drawn in too deep.
Feeling the beginnings of sleep trying to take hold he hoped out the side of the cart, deciding to remain awake since people were already beginning to dose off. His armour lightly clanging as walk with the slow pace of the cart.
<Snipped quote by Afina>
I agree with Afina. Always good to have a rotation for battles.
Roll for initiative!
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