Not waiting for the croc to recover and slip away for another surprise attack Rand lashes out with his rapier. Trying to take advantage of Kuruk's hit Rand strikes towards the face of the croc, knowing that the hide is tough on it's back.



16:17, Today: Rand Al Thor rolled 4 using 1d6+1. Damage.
16:16, Today: Rand Al Thor rolled 16 using 1d20+7. Attack.

Thrown back and driven to one knee by the monsters attack, Ynvarr looks back on the fell beast -the likes of which he has never seen- and lets out a most unpriestly oath.
 Quickly rising and grasping the handle of his axe firmly in both hands he swings the axe in a mighty overhead strike "TEMPOS!!!!!" he cries as he brings the axe blade down squarely on the monsters head with a sickening crunch.

Ynvaar rolled 19 using 1d20+6. Attack roll.
Ynvaar rolled 9 using 1d8+3. Damage roll.

Without even knowing that she is doing it Niailee steps back from the main fighting and begins casting a spell.  With a final word and an outstreatched hand two bolts of energy fly straight at the reptilian beast.

17:22, Today: DM FoxPaws, on behalf of Niailee Narske rolled 9 using 2d4+2. Hit the damn thing!!!.

Lunging out of the river towards Kuruk the Croc makes a suprise move and sends his tail flying towards Rand, connecting solidly with him to send the chultan warrior flying back at the same time that Rand lands a bloody hit on the creature himself.  Rand ends up several feet away, the sickening crack of ribs audible to everyone as the beasts tail connects with him..  Kuruk mean while harrasses the beast from the front, his spear driving deeply into the creatures front, leaving a deep bloody wound that won't heal soon.  Ynvaar, back on his feet, winded but far from out of it, takes a large chop out of the beast, the axe head bitting deeply and leaving a rear leg bloody and mangled.   Niailee with a strange word and stranger gestures sends twin bolts of energy to blast into the beast, scorching its hide.

Init :

Kuruk
Rand - 17 [Private to Rand Al Thor: (Make a dc 17 fort check to see if you can get up from that hit this round or wait til next)]
Ynvaar - 7
Croc
Niailee


[Private to Niailee Narske: Sorry to have taken over your character, but for combat I like to keep things rolling quickly.  Let me know if you would like to me fudge the papers and sell you a crossbow real quick as well....with no armor this creatures in this jungle are going to have a field day with you in close combat.]

Tudding against the ground Rand shakes his head and tries to get the world back into focus.  Looking up he starts to make his legs work to enter the fight once more.


09:13, Today: Rand Al Thor rolled 18 using 1d20+2. Fort Save.


OOC: I posted this just so my Fort save was done with and posted after Kuruk posts I'll post my combat action.

To everyone, Don't worry about the order you post in, my roll-up post at the end of the round is what is really happening.  If you post all out of order it doesn't matter to me, this helps you get your posting in without having to wait to long, if it comes down to us waiting for one or two people to post a day or so late then I'll roll for them to keep the game moving.  In other words, KILL IT RAND, KILL IT!!!!!!

His heart pounding, adrenaline pumping through his veins, Ynvaar gives himself over to the the fury and glory of battle as he strikes the beast again with with a sweeping blow from his axe!

<Ooc:Ynvaar rolled 20 using 1d20+6. Attack roll.  Ynvaar rolled  7 using 1d8+3.  Damage roll.>

Caught up in the heat of the moment Ynvarr bellows out a battle hymn as he readies his axe for another assault ...
"Brood of Tempos,
Strong and fine,
on to victory,
hold the line..."

Rand's breathing begins to become labored, with his ribs causing him severe pain.  He holds his distance and stays back to fire off a spell at the croc hoping that he can help kill it, but from a safe distance. But, the pain in his ribs and the lack of oxygen make his shot seem to go wide.


21:14, Today: Rand Al Thor rolled 2 using 1d3. Damage.
21:14, Today: Rand Al Thor rolled 9 using 1d20+5. Ranged Touch Attack.



OOC: I'm trying to kill it, but I'm pretty hurt so forgiveme if I pass out.

Sorry Rand, I did a random roll for who got hit and it turned up to be you.  Go for the spells or the ranged weapons.
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Kuruk snarls once more at the crocodile, and gives him the pointy end of the spear once more, landing another devastating blow.  "Watch tail!" he shouts to the group.

[Private to DM FoxPaws:
20:40, Today: Kuruk Jobtawk rolled 24 using 1d20+6. Attack vs. Crocodile.
20:41, Today: Kuruk Jobtawk rolled 11 using 1d8+4. Damage. ]

[Private to DM FoxPaws: Rolling d20's for damage now, or did I misread those?

Diceroller:

20:12, Yesterday: Secret Roll: DM FoxPaws rolled 12 using 1d20+6. Croc Attack.
16:27, Yesterday: Secret Roll: DM FoxPaws rolled 17 using 1d20+11. TO Hit.

]

[Private to Kuruk Jobtawk: Whoa, thanks for pointing that out.  Its a bit late to change it now, but I'll add to the heal check when its made to get them back to health.  This Croc will be dead this round most likely anyway.]
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Not coping very well with the area and weather, Niailee makes a five-foot swindle backwards and waves her hands in front of her, muttering to herself.
"Bankorok, Redgormor, Mantorok!"

[Private to DM FoxPaws: Woah, I forgot all about a range weapon! Please do so - before I realised the cost of scribing scrolls, I bought heaps of them and didn't have the cash required. Thanks for not skipping my turn, too, mm is what I would have done. This spell is Shield.]

With a roar and a hymn Ynvaar's axe bites deeply into the enraged croc once again, almost severing a leg in its ferocity.  Meanwhile the druid dances withing striking distance of the large beasts jaws only to come away with a spear bloodied once again and not a scratch on him, the beasts jaws closing to soon to hurt anyone or anything.  Niailee finishes casting a spell and is surrounded by a soft glow, well away from the combat.  slowly getting to his feet, Rand tries to send a bolt of energy towards the beast, but his pain causes the spell to go off into the distance, harming no one.


Next Round....guys, have fun!

"aid the faithfull,
lord o' mine,
on to victory,
hold the line..."

   His massive forearms now awash with both his foes' blood and his own, ynvaar struggles to hold his grip firm on the slippery axe handle as he rounds on the beast for another attack. Slicing down in a wicked arc the axe falls again...
 only to glance hamlessly off the beasts thick hide.

Ynvaar rolled 9 using 1d20+6. Attack roll
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The croc looks to be on his last legs, so Kuruk tries once more to force it back into the water by stabbing it in the face.  This time he comes close to gouging out one of its eyes.

[Private to DM FoxPaws:
18:48, Today: Kuruk Jobtawk rolled 26 using 1d20+6. Attack vs. Croc.
18:49, Today: Kuruk Jobtawk rolled 11 using 1d20+6. Crit?.
18:49, Today: Kuruk Jobtawk rolled 6 using 1d8+4. Damage. ]

Kuruk's soft prod to drive the giant croc back into the water proves to be a bit to much, the beast shudders as it lets out a groan and collapses onto the river side.    The beast is now dead.

"YAAARGH!!!" bellows Ynvaar as he brings the axe crashing down on the dying monster one last time. The axe makes a sucking sound as he pulls it free of the beasts flesh and he raises the weapon high over his head in the morning sun and lets out a victory cry "HAIL TEMPOS!"

Grinning broadly and turning to face his companions, Ynvaars' gaze falls on the stricken Rand as he clutches his broken ribs. Coming to one knee at his injured companions side Ynvaar clutches the holy symbol over his breastplate and lays the other blood soaked hand gently over Rands chest and softly begins to pray ...
"Mighty Tempos, hear now the words of your faithful servant and grant unto this warrior who has battled so gallantly in your honour the strength to fight on..."
Though his eyes be closed, Ynvaar can feel the warmth of magic as it pours into Rand to heal his wounds. Opening his eyes he smiles at the man who has earned his respect and says with an impish smile and a chuckle
"I'll warrant my armour semms less foolish to ye now though eh?"

Ynvaar rolled 14 using 2d8+3. Spontaneous healing (2nd lvl on Rand).
Ynvaar rolled 7 using 1d8+3. Spontaneous healing (1st lvl on self).

Begining to think of what spell to try next Rand sees the cros slump to the ground and the tell tale gutteral death rattle of the croc tells Rand that the beast is dead.  Dropping to one knee now that the fight is over Rand is overcome with fatigue from his injuries.
Ynvaar comes to Rand nad lays his hand on him as he prays and Rand can only help but think to himself What a time to pray!  A healer is what I need now.  But, to Rand's amazement his wounds heal to the point that he is nearly good as new.  Truly a wonder to behold!  I am indebted to you!  Where did you get such powers?


OOC:  Thanks, that bugger took me down to 5 with one hit.  Hey FoxPaws, thanks for giving us an easy one to cut our teeth on ;)

Hey, you all survived! - FP
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"The power is not mine friend, but Tempos' alone" the big man returns with surprising humility before adding with a smile "Yet he offers it freely to those who do him honor on the field of battle"

Taking a long pull from his watersin, Ynvaar studies the strange beast before him thoughtfully before offering it round.
"If memory serves Dragons sometimes swallow their treasures rather than leave them untended ...True this 'uns only a baby but still 'tis worth a look eh?"

Well, I thank you for the help.  But, as for the belly of the beast.  I do not think you'll find much in there.

Blood of the dead beast begins to turn the waters near you a dull red, the sickly metallic scent of blood heavy in the air.  The beast lays before you, ready to be gutted or abandoned as you see fit.  The sun over head hot as ever, soon it will drop back behind the canopy from its high position above your heads.


OOC: its around noon ;)

"Rand is right.  Crocs prefer flesh to trinkets.  You free to cut open if you wish, but I suggest we keep going.  Everyone else OK?"

"Aye, 'tis true alas" Ynvarr responds sadly, turning a few entrails over with his foot dejectedly as he does so.
"There's nought in here save 'is breakfast"

OOC: Since it's highsun I will need to pray for my spells for before continuing on.

Carefully moving back from the waters edge but heedless of the flies gathering on the crocodiles corpse scant feet away, Ynvaar kneels down, his axe gripped  tightly in both hands as he begins to pray once more.
Shortly thereafter the big warrior opens his eyes again and stands, the axe now casually resting on one shoulder as he looks up brightly to the others
"So friends, shall we be off?" Without waiting for a reply he starts moving down the trail behind Kuruk "farewell wurmling!" he adds with a cheery wave back at the crocodile.
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Rand watches the warrior kneel and pray and raises an eyebrow and just studies him.  Once Ynvaar is done praying Rand falls in behind him in line as they press on.

The smell of blood very heavy in the air by the time the priest finishes his prayers the sounds of something large coming from the jungle to the east of you can be heard quiet clearly.  The path down the river remains open, or there are a few places where you can cut into the jungle down a path of sorts that appears to head easterly into the deep canopy.
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Hearing the pounding sound Rand stops and listens.  Something about the sound tickles the back of his mind. Where have I heard that sound before?  Continuing on he thinks to himself as he walks.

[Private to DM FoxPaws: As a native I thought that I may be able to recognize the sound.  I am not sure if this is the correct skill but here's a roll. 17:16, Today: Rand Al Thor rolled 17 using 1d20+1. Knowl. Local.
 ]

[Private to Rand Al Thor: Listen would have worked better, but you can tell by the sound that it is a very large animal of some sort, in this area it could be any number of creatures...none of them overly friendly]
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"Hmm... I was afraid of this. Sounds like the mother dragon has come looking for it's young! I think we should make haste. Even if it's just some junge beast looking for carrion I would rether be elsewhere 'ere it arrives!"

OOC: Which direction is the noise coming from in relation to us? Ahead/behind/flanking ?