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Kobosh the Red Destroyer will elbow the Damn owl in the face, infusing his elbow with the mystic power of his headpants.
(4, target 10) Kobosh sweeps an elbow towards the owl, but the bird dips its tiny head just in time to avoid the shattering blow. It gives a macabre cackle, as if calling Kobosh the Red to his doom, and lunges forward beak outstretched: (11, target 5) sinking deep into Kobosh's chest. Oh, the horror.
-3 HP!Kobosh has died."CHEEKY OWL. STAND STILL. I DO NOT LIKE YOU."
Attempt to cleave the owl once more
Fuming, teeth grit in grief and rage at the loss of his companion and the desertion of that treacherous manlet dwarf, Azet swings his blade in a powerful overhead arc, (10, target 10) tearing away a wing from the owl. A second stroke neatly decapitates it.
-6 HP! +5 points!Meanwhile, in the other room...The pain, the blood splatering, the pain, the will to live, it looks at the face of the tiger who recently attacked him and let a might
"ROOOAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRR"
(Wait, what?)
Roarslator: Hey you have some lemonade?
*bloodlust activated, let the slashing begins*
(BEAST MODE ENGAGED)Il Duce gives a quack and lunges for a tiger, pinkish foam dripping from his beak as his rusty blade slashes an autumnal flurry before him, slashing and stabbing into the nearest tiger in a virtually unsurvivable assault. (8, target 5)
-14 HP! +5 points! The tiger gracelessly expires.
The other tiger snarls and lunges for the duck, powerful thews rippling under stripped fur as it seems to fly across the room, exuding grace and power. The whole scene would make for badass tattoo. (6, target 7) It seems to hang there for an inappropriately long time, still exuding grace and power for a while, until it lands with a little *paff* right next to him and takes up a menacing pose.
Back to the main party...
Let's try again in attacking that scary owl.
Gaila steps back and then jabs the rusty dagger at the closest owl (5, target 6) clipping a few feathers but otherwise coming up short. The owl hoots in retribution and dives for Gaila! (3, target 5) But the thief is too quick and ducks away. The duelists pace, glaring at each other. The owl headbobs a lot.
Diplomatize the owls. Get my own mighty steed.
Turns to the remaining owl, hooting and flapping. (2) The owl seems to understand that Skeliborn means to "ride" it, but fails to comprehend the intent or in what context and looks gravely offended. It slaps him in the face with a wing. (7, target 5)
-1 HP!Dan Kale continues looting the dead owl. He now has two owl halves.
Steal some useful items. Preferabaly armour. (I'm going to go with the... British Scumbag Personality.(AKA: I'll steal everyone else shit if it's pretty enough. But I'll make sure to do it gentlemanly.))
(?) Sir Lootington looks around for somebody wearing armor and finds absolutely nothing. Everybody in the bar is wearing a burlap sack. Everyone. There's a guy at the bar chatting up a hobgoblin, and they're both wearing burlap sacks. The buxom wench serving beer is wearing a burlap sack. The bouncers are all wearing burlap sacks. Hanging on the wall as a memento of some ancient dungeon delve is a blood splattered burlap sack.
Sir Lootington looks down and finds that he, too, is wearing a burlap sack. He looks back up and finds that everyone in the bar is staring at him as if he doesn't belong. As if he's an outsider masquerading as one of them. The room is eerily, impossibly quiet.
~☠~ Kobosh jolts awake, the bedsheets around him soaked with warm sweat. He sits up in bed and looks around; the dungeon seems awfully quiet.
"Finally, you're awake," The skeletal figure complains from its seat cross-legged on the floor some distance away. "You slept for hours. You should be more courteous to your psychopomp, not everybody gets this privilege. Unless you have any questions or you'd like to linger here a while longer and let things digest, you may name your challenge. I suggest a riddle contest, chess, or tic tac toe. You've probably heard what the deal is by now; I always go first."