[IC] A Stolen Land

[DM Dougfan]

Valid is now stable, unconscious, and no longer dying. He does not need to make any more stabilization checks. He can make DC 10 Constitution checks each hour to become fully stable but takes a penalty to each of these checks equal to his negative hit point total. Each failed check causes him to lose 1HP.

Happs glances over at Valdi, then returns his focus to the remaining boar, drawing and releasing...

[1d20+3] = 13+3 = 16, [1d8+2] = 2+2 = 4

...and scoring yet another hit. This battle is nearly over.

[Andra Petrescu]

Andra frowns, looking annoyed at the persistence of this boar to live. His tusks would make a fine trophy... or perhaps an ingredient in a tonic of some sort, if ground up.... Lost in thought, she draws and fires again.

Shortbow Attack [1d20+2] = 17+2 = 19

Shortbow Damage [1d6] = 3

[DM Dougfan]

The boar squeals at the sharp sting of Andra's arrow, growling and lunging at the only target nearby (Vidar).  But Vidar is far quicker than his massive form seems to demonstrate.

[1d20+4] = 18+4 = 22, [1d8+4] = 7+4 = 11, Miss?: [1d2] = 1

In response, Vidar yells in rage at the boar, swinging his axe down at its neck...

[1d20+7] = 11+7 = 18, [1d8+9] = 8+9 = 17

And easily decapitates the last remaining boar.

Combat over. Everyone receives 600 XP for defeating the angry boars.

[Andra Petrescu]

Andra shifts quickly to side-saddle, then slips off her horse. On her way to Valdi, she pulls out her alchemy box and retrieves one of the potions that Oleg had given her. Kneeling beside Valdi, she holds his head up and pours it into his mouth.

((Using potion of Cure Light Wounds))

[Valdi]

Valdi coughs and gurgles, before struggling to sit upright, feeling at the rent in his armour where the boars tusks had torn their way through his armoured coat.

He grunts painfully as he uses his bardiche to stand, then nods his thanks to Andra.

"Thank you lass."

[OoC no idea yet how much the potion heals but even the minimum will be enough to get him standing]

[Nexendia]

With the last boar dead, Nexendia ceases concentration and dismisses her illusions with a graceful wave of her hand.  She gazes down at Andra while she's carefully dripping the potion into the WarPriest's mouth and can't help but think how ironic it was that the party's healer was nearly killed and required a precious cure potion.  She did not fault Valdi for the cruel hand fate had deal him during the combat.  

"Better, Valdi," Nexendia asks while he's inspecting his armor.  "Perhaps we should work on our tactics before the next battle.  Attacking with a little less zeal and a little more care may be a prudent course of action.  At least until we all become more seasoned.  Do you require anything else?  Water, perhaps?"

[Andra Petrescu]

Andra merely makes a quiet affirmative grunt at Valdi's thanks, standing up and placing the now-empty bottle back in her alchemist's kit. She walks back to her horse, letting Nexendia do the talking part.

[Valdi]

[OoC Pot. of cure light wounds [1d8+1] = 7+1 = 8]

[Valdi]

Still slightly wounded, Valdi first checks if anyone else is injured. He knows Vidar will attempt to hide his wounds so does not allow Vidar away with it. He makes sure to get a look at his still hyper-ventilating brother.

Once he is sure no one else took any wounds, and only then, Valdi climbs stiffly back into his saddle and nods to the others his readiness to push ion.

[DM Dougfan]

Vidar seems completely and shockingly unharmed, save the fact that he is breathing fairly heavily in response to the removal of the endorphin-charged giddiness of his recent rage. He looks at Valdi and grabs one of the massive boars, dragging it into the air by its hind leg.

"Look brother! PORK!"