Dragon Warriors

Corvin presses his attack feinting high and low before dealing Jharak a vicious backhanded slash attempting to open his throat.

I’m going to gut you like a fish!” Corvin goads Jharak hoping to throw him off balance.



Shortsword: 1d20 4 hits up to DEF 9
ABR: 1d8 1 (hopefully Jharak’s unarmoured)
For hopefully 3HP damage

Spell Expiry for Weaken 11 - still going!

As serpent tongue rushes past sten swings his sword low hopefully lopping off the lower part of his leg

D20 4
1d8 +1 6
5 hp Damage

Lucky turns smoothly to the next black-clad warrior and jabs at him. He wants to get the underlings out of the way before worrying about the snake-tongued fiend or the giant abomination.

Lucky turns smoothly to the next black-clad warrior and jabs at him. He wants to get the underlings out of the way before worrying about the snake-tongued fiend or the giant abomination. Lucky stabs and wounds the black-clad man.

Laila immediately turned to her other opponent, " Do you want to run?", she said as her eyes led him to his fallen companion. He didn’t, though mayhap he regretted that as the warrior’s seax bit into his armflesh.

Corvin presses his attack feinting high and low before dealing Jharak a vicious backhanded slash attempting to open his throat.

“I’m going to gut you like a fish!” Corvin goads Jharak hoping to throw him off balance. “Your mother dines on fish-guts!” spat Jharak as he lunged at Corvin, leaving him wide open for the slash to his throat. Jharak went down, thrashing around as his lifeblood spurted out..

Calder bashed at his opponent, hacking away, but to no avail. Bretwald attempted to thump him too but no luck. Godric loosed an arrow into combat, but that went awry.
As Serpent-Tongue rushes to Sten , the knight swings his sword low, hopefully lopping off the lower part of his leg. He doesn’t but the blow lands heavy and proves the final straw for the greenmouthed maniac. “Ah. My lady in darkness. I have failed you. Perhaps the next servant will not be so lowly…”

He sinks to the ground, wheezing. “My lady may find you to be a true servant, Red-Beard. Oh, such sport we could…” he reaches for Sten, but the effort proves too much. He shakes, and is still.

Lucky’s opponent strikes at him, missing, as does Laila’s foe. Calder’s assailant fails to land a blow.

The Murderling draws ever nearer. Slowly.

" Cut down the men...then we will fall upon the abomination like the shieldmaidens of old!", Laila roared as her slight form again stabbed hard at her foe.

ATT 16 - DEF ?: 1d20 8
ABR: 1d8 3
Shield: 1d6 3

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Corvin smiles coldly as Jharak falls, hissing “No. Eel pie mostly!”

He whirls to survey the scene, noting the abominable Murderling and his companions’ success against their opponents he shouts “Your leader and wizard are dead! Throw down your arms and surrender and we’ll spare your lives!”

Corvin surges towards the nearest enemy and attempts to stab him in the back if possible.

Shortsword: 1d20 17 miss
ABR: 1d8 1
No chance of doing any damage...

Ooc how many are left ? And who is currently facing opponents ?

Calder ducks out of the way of his opponent and strikes again, praying his aim will be true.

GM edit. It's not.

Lucky poked at his foe. Why won’t he fall.

" Cut down the men...then we will fall upon the abomination like the shieldmaidens of old!", Laila roared as her slight form again stabbed hard at her foe, plunging into him

Corvin smiles coldly as Jharak falls, hissing “No. Eel pie mostly!”

He whirls to survey the scene, noting the abominable Murderling and his companions’ success against their opponents he shouts “Your leader and wizard are dead! Throw down your arms and surrender and we’ll spare your lives!”

Corvin surges towards the nearest enemy and attempts to stab him in the back if possible, yet fails.

Calder ducks out of the way of his opponent and strikes again, praying his aim will be true. It’s not.

Godric’s next arrow pierces the evil fellow facing Lucky, bringing him down. Inspired by this and seeking his next target, he aspies the Murderling. “That’s no beast…”

Bretwald retreats to gain his breath back. The battlefield grows ever more crowded.

Sten attacks the man attacking Calder and runs him through his back, taking him down.

The only foe left is the one facing Laila. And the [b]Murderling.
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Sten looks at the Murderling, noting the thing appears to be less than agile.

"Laila, Corvin, grab your rope, lets trip this big bugger up, run either side of it, run round behind it, and come back. Hopefully the rope will be around it and the big bugger will fall on its face"