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Post by K Man on May 31, 2005 11:12:53 GMT -5
Londo shifts ever closer to the cell door while Graak strides calmly over towards it, blade leveled. The monk stands clear of Graak's path as the cleric moves, knowing all too well what happens when someone remains in his path. Arturick, on the other hand, is not so causal. He begins to go flush, face panicked. He pulls his hands together with a clap and extends a ghostly hand towards Graak as he strolls towards the gate. [ Ray of Enfeeblement, Ranged Touch Attack = 20. 8 STR Damage] The bolt of blue screams through the bars and wraps around Graak's arms, legs and chest, pulling the very fiber of life from him. Graak, now weakened in muscle, but not resolve, continues to press towards the door, bringing his blade up and jabbing it into the lock. [Sunder Attack Roll = 25, Damage Roll = 15 (Included STR loss from Ray)] The lock groans and creaks, eventually giving way to the oppressive force of the Cleric's blade. The lock is open...and subsequently, so is the door... [Initiative: Londo, Arturick, Drop'Gar, Graak] Map:
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Post by BluSpecs on May 31, 2005 15:47:33 GMT -5
Londo will move/tumble (+12) in to the side of Arturic and make a Trip attempt (+7 to hit)
The idea is to leave a clear path for Graak to charge
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Post by Toptomcat on May 31, 2005 18:16:52 GMT -5
Graak steps forward slowly but unstoppably, bringing the sword down in a no-frills buisnesslike chop. His frame no longer ripples unnaturally, but his frame still displays impressive muscles.
"No foul magics in the world can fully rob me of the strength which my God has given me."
(Domain Powers active... +10 atk 2d6+4 dmg, re-roll a miss)
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