Inspired by the other man's action, Wulfgar picks up a skeletons bastard sword and turns to face one of the demons. moving into position, he swings at it with a powerful two-handed strike, but misses. Wulfgar's onehanded backswing hits, however, and strikes the creature hard.
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15:50, Today: Wulfgar Olafson rolled 9 using 1d20+3.

15:53, Today: Wulfgar Olafson rolled 17 using 1d20+3

15:55, Today: Wulfgar Olafson rolled 12 using 1d8+5.

Geri bares his teeth and leaps past the human at the beast on the nightmare in front of him, coming up with a little less than desired.

20:42, Today: Geri rolled 9 using 1d20.  ATTACK!!

With the skeletons in pieces, Vermundr collapses to the ground, back arched with 2 spear tips still penetrating his ribcage. A sound of both pain and rage erupts from his lips.  Still clutching his axe he attempts to remove the spear tips but is far too weak to even grip them.

Hearing the bard not far from him to the south, Hruunwulf turns in that direction and is barely able to discern the shape of a skeleton and two zombies.  The axe would hurt the skeleton, but would devastate a zombie.  Zombies, however, were more risky to tangle with for fears of a paralyzing touch. Still, this thought last only the briefest moment in his mind, merely a reminder of the dangers.  He launches into a charging attack at the first zombie he can see with his axe.

"GLORY IN BATTLE!" he cries as the axe head tears into decaying flesh and bone.

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<sub>19:18, Today: Hrunnwulf Jorgaldsen rolled 19,1,10,16 using d20,d20,d8+8,d8+8.  Hruunwulf attacks!

Charging mods not included in rolls.</sub>
This message was last edited by the player at 23:29, Thu 21 July 2016.

Klaengr aids Armund's attack by pressing against the same opponent.



TO HIT:
08:29, Today: Klaengr Aegirson rolled 15 using 1d20.
08:31, Today: Klaengr Aegirson rolled 7 using 1d6+1.  damage.

The last of the undead who had fallen sway to the will of Aegir thru the auspices of the Storm-Priest fall silently into the vast chasm behind the battling warriors.

While perhaps only Sigurd (an as yet unknown ally who had provided service is dropping one of the Napsters before vanishing back into the shadow) noticed that another of the cowed humans, one Wulfgar, a recently met, and ill-starred mercenary who had also fallen into the slavery of their foes, also pick up a sword and charge back into the fray.

Nearly surrounded, Dragnar takes a quantum of solace from the fact that the demon-creatures hurtled passed him when it trampled the defenseless human female, for the moment allowing him to focus his weapon on the less terrifying foes...

The three faces of death close hungrily on Dragar, clearly a large source of brains, with delight, only for the closest one to suddenly be rent asunder by Hrunnwulf's mighty swing. The zombie glances down, confused, and looks to Dragnar, perhaps for some answer as to why death had reclaimed him when he was so close to his first warm meal in days, then it falls to the ground, inert.

The remaining zombie, perhaps out of some undead loyalty, or simply because the stoic warriors offers more in fleshy flesh flesh for consumption, turns to the new foe, but fails to connect.

The skeleton, clearly a more focused fellow (or lady, no time to check the pelvic bone now), continues his assault on Dragnar, slicing him again with it's long sword!

Unbeknownst the bard, a dark, demonic shadow has gained it's feet, and is now stalking him from the shadows...

"Aroooo..." Geri drives himself towards the mount before him, but he falls with a howl of pain beneath the trampling, fiery hoofs of the beast, the demon upon his back laughing in pleasure at the pain caused, though it's own whip fails to connect with the injured animals hide!

Another victory for the side of darkness is struck as a wrackspawn pierces Vermundr's flesh, and from the agonizing scream that rips from the taciturn warriors lips, it may have pierced his very soul, as he drops to both knees and howls into the night.

Ludvig, at the edge of the light, is torn between aiding his warrior companion, or keeping to the side of Klaengr, however some small voice within him noticed that the priests has turned away from the Berserker. He could not bring himself to do the same, his bond-brother perhaps dying in agony before him.

Bounding into battle, his blade swung true and hard, shattering many of the undead giant's bones, but the Wrackspawn gave as good as got, pulling his spear free of Vermundr, spinning in and bracing it to take the charge, piercing Ludvig thru the gut!

Klaegnr had a bond with his long time friend Amund however, and he could not leave his... different? friend alone in the night. Between them, they drove the fell-beast to it's knees, and it's demise. It's rider was not taken off guard however, dropping to his feet and lashing out with his whip, the satanic leather strap raking skin from Amund's face. The demon showed no fear, and simply laughed a demonic challege at the two of them...




6 skeletons
AC 7   Move 12
HD 1   HP 85 (D), d, d(V), d(L), d(H), d
#at 1
Dmg d6 (assorted weapons)
half damage from sharp weapons

4 zombies
AC 8   Move 6
HD 2   HP 12d (D), 106 (D), d(L), d
#At 1
Dmg. d8
Always go last in combat

4 Wrackspawn
AC 5    Speed 20
HD 4    HP 23 (V), 21 7 (V)(L), 28  (H), 27 (H)
#AT2 or by weapon
Claw/Claw = 2d4+2/2d4+2
Bone Spear* d6+4 + special

4 Napsters (small nightmares)
AC 1    Speed 24
HD 3+4  HP 24d(A)(K), 21, 15(K)(L), 16dead(S)
#At 3   Dmn d4+2/d4+2/2d3+2 plus burning hooves.
They look like muscular ponies who breath fire

4 Lemures (wingless demons)
AC 4    Speed 12
HD 2    HP 14, 12, 15, 14
#AT 2 or by weapon
Claws d4/d4
Whips d6+1
Regen 1HP/rd.
5'tall, about 100 pounds, see in darkness,

                                    THAC?
         AC       HP             5    7    8    THAC6
                Max  Now       Base Base  Base    Str   Dex   other
Amund     4/3    47   21        12    10   09           -2     -4 v. Jotunn
Geri       6     18   02        14    12   11
Dragnor    2     22   06        14    12   11           -2           (Spells 2  /  0)
Hruunwulf  5     35   28        12    12   11     -2
Klaengr    5     36   12        13    11   10
Ludvig     4     36   16        12    10   09     -2
Vermunder 4/3    37   01        12    10   09     -1    -1

With a loud "Yelp" of pain, Geri pounces away from the undead beast and rushes off to lick his wounds with some whining in his heavy breathing.

Wulfgar, seeing that his strike hit hard, but that it would take more to kill the creature, hits it with another two-handed strike.
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10:31, Today: Wulfgar Olafson rolled 8 using 1d8+5.  Damage Roll.
10:30, Today: Wulfgar Olafson rolled 23 using 1d20+3.  Attack Roll.

Klaengr swung wide with his heavy hammer, the insanity of it all clearly driving him quite mad, and ineffective.

20:30, Today: Klaengr Aegirson rolled 3,6 using 1d20,1d6+1.  Continue to Attack nearest opponent.

Amund feels the whip across his head and cries out in pain "Yelp" (sounding very similar to Geri).  He strikes back at the demon, but is distracted by his own pain and the painful cry clearly heard from his best friend.

19:55, Today: Amund Gunvar rolled 11,4 using d20,d20.  Mace and Short Sword Attacks.
19:57, Today: Amund Gunvar rolled 6 using 1d6.  Short Sword (if it hits).

Sigurd smiles to himself as the lemure he dismounted moves toward the light, rather than coming looking for him. He moves methodically, trying not to attract its notice, but doesn't go out of his way to be completely silent. He hopes there is enough noise from the battle to keep the creature distracted as he approaches it, sword ready to strike at it from behind.

OOC: If Sigurd can reach the lemure headed toward Dragnar unnoticed, he will attempt another backstab at it. If he is noticed, just a regular attack...

And that didn't go as expected.
11:51, Today: Sigurd Svartulf rolled 1 using 1d20.  Thac0 19 vs AC 4 lemure, +4 if backstab.

OOC: Not sure I can do much other than writhe in agony

Ludvig's suffering was not critical, but it did not bode well that the piercing splattered stopped halfway through. Ludvig looked at the creature that had attacked him, grimacing with fierceness and gripping the weapon embedded within him.

Aware of the impending threat, Dragnar rushes to dispatch the more immediate one.  Alas, he continues to prove he is fit only to fight the air -- not even the proverbial broad side of a barn would be a vanquishable foe on this day.




08:08, Today: Dragnar Donegal rolled 3 using 1d20.  shortsword (14 to hit).

08:08, Today: Dragnar Donegal rolled 8 using 1d20.  Longsword (12 to hit).

The dismounted Demon-Slaver smiled a gruesome smile, ichor and puss dripping from it's jagged teeth, and strode towards the back of the Dragnar, hesitating only when it reached the edge of the sphere of sunlight. It clearly found that distasteful, and in his moments pause, the valiant red-headed youth who had slain his mount lunged from the shadows in an attempt to attack, unfortunately, the spot where the thought the demon would have been had he continued to advance. With a sardonic shrug the demon brought his whip down across the back of the ragged youth, lash-marks joining those received on the long, grueling journey here...

Meanwhile, Dragnar's skeletal foe proved itself a canny foe, avoiding the incoming blows, but failing to connect with one of it's own. Perhaps he had been Dragnar in a previous life?

The bard's spirits were lifted as he watched Hrunnwulf's blade bring down the remaining Zombie, and hoped the warrior would turn his attention to his own foe next.

While Ludvig gritted his teeth against the agony sent coursing thru his veins by the Wrackspawn's venom, Vermunder staggered to his feet. Dazed, he struck out at the foul abomination, failing to strike home, but managing to fend off the creatures blow aimed at his weakened body, one that would almost certainly have ended his life!

Surprised at the slave turned warrior of vengeance, the charging Lemur's mount rears, fiery hooves lashing out against the muscular giant of a man whose bastard sword slashed and sliced it to within an inch of it's life. Arrogantly the demon rider dismissed the mount with a snap of his fingers, sending it back to their unholy home, slashing out with his whip of domination. The warrior stepped quickly out of range, then lunged forward again, showing no fear at the face of eternal damnation itself...

Meanwhile, Amund and Klaengr struggled against their hell-spawned foe, their weapons either missing completely or bouncing off his tough, melting-tar like hide. His eyes danced with flame and he squawked something akin to 'Humans, slaves!' and a maniacal laugh, his whip striking out painfully against the Scion of the Storm's shoulder!

As if things hadn't gone bad enough for the doughty band of warriors, a whistling noise came from the darkness, louder, then louder still! Most everyone ducked in panic as a boulder as larger as a two story house came out of the darkness, soured over the combat, and flew into the fjord beyond, landing with a horrendous crash, water rising from the depths and dousing everyone except Klaengr and Amund in nearly frozen, salt watery sea water. Geri whimpered at the sting of the salt water on his wounds, while seeking out a deep hole in which to wait out the battle...




6 skeletons
AC 7   Move 12
HD 1   HP 85 (D), d, d(V), d(L), d(H), d
#at 1
Dmg d6 (assorted weapons)
half damage from sharp weapons



4 Wrackspawn
AC 5    Speed 20
HD 4    HP 23 (V), 21 7 (V)(L), 28  (H), 27 (H)
#AT2 or by weapon
Claw/Claw = 2d4+2/2d4+2
Bone Spear* d6+4 + special

4 Napsters (small nightmares)
AC 1    Speed 24
HD 3+4  HP 24d(A)(K), 21 1(W), 15(K)(L), 16dead(S)
#At 3   Dmn d4+2/d4+2/2d3+2 plus burning hooves.
They look like muscular ponies who breath fire

4 Lemures (wingless demons)
AC 4    Speed 12
HD 2    HP 14, 12, 15, 14
#AT 2 or by weapon
Claws d4/d4
Whips d6+1
Regen 1HP/rd.
5'tall, about 100 pounds, see in darkness,

                                    THAC?
         AC       HP             5    7    8    THAC6
                Max  Now       Base Base  Base    Str   Dex   other
Amund     4/3    47   21        12    10   09           -2     -4 v. Jotunn
Dragnor    2     22   06        14    12   11           -2           (Spells 2  /  0)
Geri       6     18   02        14    12   11
Hrunnwulf  5     35   28        12    12   11     -2
Klaengr    5     36   08        13    11   10
Ludvig     4     36   16        12    10   09     -2
Sigurd     8     23   19        16    15   14           -1
Vermundr  4/3    37   01        12    10   09     -1    -1
Wulfgar    5     39   32        13    11   10     -2


This message was last edited by the GM at 03:00, Wed 03 Aug 2016.

Klaengr said, "Back to hell with ye!" as he slammed his hammer into the lemur near him. This battle was looking more and more dire, but he refused to give up.


17:03, Today: Klaengr Aegirson rolled 15,3 using 1d20,1d6+1.  Attack Lemur.

Hruunwulf pulls his axe from the flesh of the dead undead and turns his attention to his last immediate target, the skeleton who's attention is on the bard.  A whistling... a dark shadow moving overhead... followed with a thunderous crash in the fjord.  No time to think on that now though, but he can not help but worry that a creature is out there that could throw something that large.  Or, perhaps it was magically done?

He lunges at the skeleton with all his might!

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_{19:02, Today: Hrunnwulf Jorgaldsen rolled 6,11,12,14 using d20,d20,d8+8,d8+8.  Hruunwulf attacks skeleton!}
This message was last edited by the player at 23:04, Thu 28 July 2016.

Fighting toe to toe is not Sigurd's preferred method of dealing with threats, but the demon leaves him little choice. He recoils momentarily as the whip slashes into his flesh, but he ignores the burning of the wound and presses his attack as the massive stone flies over the battlefield.

He circles back toward the darkness, testing the lemure's defenses.

Just as he sees an opening and lunges for it, the torrent of sea water shot up by the hurled stone splashes down, knocking him off balance and ruining his chance to strike.

OOC:
08:25, Today: Sigurd Svartulf rolled 3 using 1d20.  Thac0 19 vs AC 4 lemure.

Dragnar continues his streak of errant strikes, narrowly missing with his longsword.  Desperately, he summons all of his skill and focuses on his shortsword.

The bard's luck changes, as the quality of this attack could not have been better . . .




20:48, Today: Dragnar Donegal rolled 20 using 1d20.  shortsword (14 to hit).

20:48, Today: Dragnar Donegal rolled 11 using 1d20.  Longsword (12 to hit).


20:51, Today: Dragnar Donegal rolled 5 using 1d6.  shortsword damage.

Don't know if natural twenty results in max damage or not, but got close anyway.

This message was last edited by the GM at 08:53, Fri 29 July 2016.

As Amund was awaiting an opening to attack his enemy, he was startled by the massive boulder, but then grinned and with excitement cries out: "The Jotunn are here to meet Amund's fury!" With renewed confidence, he decides to remove his current foe in order to find the apparent Jotunn in the area.  He finds the perfect opening after the demon tries to avoid Klaengr's smash.

22:32, Today: Amund Gunvar rolled 19,19 using d20,d20.  Mace and Short Sword Attacks.
22:33, Today: Amund Gunvar rolled 4,6 using d6+1,d6.  Damage.

Wulfgar braces himself against the chill of the icy water, and with a great shout of rage, slashes at the fiendish demon with swift two-handed attacks!
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23:34, Today: Wulfgar Olafson rolled 9 using 2d4+5.  Damage for Attack #2! (Attack #1 missed).
23:33, Today: Wulfgar Olafson rolled 22 using 1d20+3.  Attack #2!
23:33, Today: Wulfgar Olafson rolled 9 using 1d20+3.  Attack #1!

(OOC: Should I have been saying how much I need to hit?? 13 to hit the Lemure)

With what little strength remains in his opened, bleeding body, Vermundr once more swings at the beast.  Alas, he is far too weak and his attack lands feebly into the creature, harmlessly bouncing off.

22:46, Today: Vermundr rolled 6 using 1d20+3.  Attacking Wrackspawn.

Geri continues to whimper quietly as he sits in the bushes licking his wounds.

Posted by the Norn

The boulder passing overhead told tale of a Jotunn nearby. Though he did not exult at the thought the way Amund no doubt had, Ludvig knew this meant it was time to get rid of any other threats: the beast who hurled that bolder would need all their concentration.

With cool precision his mighty blade went snicker-snack, and the spear wielding abomination fell to pieces on the frozen plain before him, twice, thrice deceased...

20:15, Today: The Norn, on behalf of Ludvig Frydenlund, rolled 19 using 3d6+5.  damage.

20:14, Today: The Norn, on behalf of Ludvig Frydenlund, rolled 15 using 1d20.  attack wrackspawn.
This message was last edited by the GM at 03:17, Wed 03 Aug 2016.

Amund cheered that with a thousand other men would dread, the arrival of the Jotunn leader who commanded the forces that had been driving the humans toward the fjord. Slicing and dicing, he drove into the demon-scourge that stood between him and his desired foe, drving the creature back a step, then a second the down to one knee, where Klaengr's War-Hammer drove down thru the skull, smashing the spark of life from the creature, which returned to the form from which it had sprung, blood, guts, manure and Jotunn jizz, the components of the powerful wizardly that had bound the demon-spirit to this plane and bound it to the Jotunn's will...

Vermundr dropped to one knee, gather his breath and energy for the next challenge, now that Ludvig had destroyed the last of the Wrackspawn, further evidence that this Jotunn had the powers of a necromancer to go with his Jotunn form.

Fjord-ward, Wulfgar downed the last of the demon mounts, and now stood face to face with the demon who had destroyed his home, and had striven to drive them all to a watery death in the fjord itself. Not long ago the death had seemed perhaps much to be desired, now the warrior desired only revenge, a desire so powerful that the sting of slavers lash seemed almost as fuel for his burning internal fire!










4 Lemures (wingless demons)
AC 4    Speed 12
HD 2    HP 14, 12 (A)(K), 15, 14(D)(S)
#AT 2 or by weapon
Claws d4/d4
Whips d6+1
Regen 1HP/rd.
5'tall, about 100 pounds, see in darkness,

Across the battlefield Dragnar had seen the toss of a dice, in the form of Hrunnwulf, had changed what he had so recently thought was to be his fate from dire to... something less so, the last of the zombies and skeletons now hacked to bits on the field of combat.

Aware there had been a threat behind him, the bard nimbly spun around and lashed out, striking the demon who had turned to pursue the raggedy human that had dared rise from its servitude to slay his mount and now dared to face the demon itself. Taking advantage of his position to the creatures rear, Dragnar drove his blade deep into the demons fiery spine, slaying it instantly, much to the red-haired man delight, despite the disgusting form the demons body took now that it was no longer held together by fell magics and satanic ire!

Off in the distance, Geri licked at his wounds...



                                    THAC?
         AC       HP             5    7    8    THAC6
                Max  Now       Base Base  Base    Str   Dex   other
Amund     4/3    47   21        12    10   09           -2     -4 v. Jotunn
Dragnor    2     22   06        14    12   11           -2           (Spells 2  /  0)
Geri       6     18   02        14    12   11
Hrunnwulf  5     35   28        12    12   11     -2
Klaengr    5     36   08        13    11   10
Ludvig     4     36   16        12    10   09     -2
Sigurd     8     23   19        16    15   14           -1
Vermundr  4/3    37   01        12    10   09     -1    -1
Wulfgar    5     39   29        13    11   10     -2