Dungeon Crawling, Round 1!

[Merc]

"NO MORE NICE KROG!!!" The half-orc continues to rage as he slashes at the remaining knight's back as the man turns to flee.

Same as last time. Bah, lazy Dune: attack, +15. PA -5. Damage 2d6+24

[Dracos]

Simply, the archers lives were forfeit from the moment their first arrow landed...  unfortunately slicing her.  While it would be a lesson she would take with her for many years to come... it was not one they would live to talk about.

OOOC: +13, 2d4+2, both archers.

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20+15
* Hatbot --> "Anastasia rolls 1d20+15 and gets 21." [1d20=6]
> roll 2d6+24
* Hatbot --> "Anastasia rolls 2d6+24 and gets 32." [2d6=3, 5]
* Hatbot --> "Anastasia rolls 1d20+13 and gets 33." [1d20=20]
> roll 1d20+13 crit confirm for Ayane?
* Hatbot --> "Anastasia rolls 1d20+13 crit confirm for Ayane? and gets 14." [1d20=1]
> roll 2d4+1
* Hatbot --> "Anastasia rolls 2d4+1 and gets 6." [2d4=1, 4]

The two party members kill two more, sending them to ruin! The remainder is broken and flees, the battle finished!

Go ahead, free action.

[Dracos]

"And don't come back," Ayane shouted after them, some bravado as she didn't particularly care for another encounter, rubbing her sore, but magically healed skin.  "Well...more things to carry away..." she turned looking back over the heap, particularly the smashed knight.

"Thanks..." She offered somewhat reluctantly towards Krog.

[Merc]

"Krog hope they learn lesson..." Krog grunts as he wipes his sword clean and sheaths it. "Krog think we best leave in case they no learn though..."

Krog proceeds to begin healing himself and Ayane, using up the majority of his remaining magical power. "Krog no have much power left..." the half-orc admits in a quiet conspiratory voice. "Best if go back to king-man when grab all we want keep."

Healing Krog first, then Ayane. Use following spells in order, as needed, until both of us are at full HP: Dispel Magic x2 (3d8+8), Find Traps (2d8+8), Status (2d8+8), Detect Evil (1d8+8).

[Anastasia]

> roll 3d8+8
* Hatbot --> "Anastasia rolls 3d8+8 and gets 18." [3d8=7, 2, 1]
> roll 3d8+8
* Hatbot --> "Anastasia rolls 3d8+8 and gets 20." [3d8=7, 2, 3]
<Merc> That takes care of me.
> roll 2d8+8
* Hatbot --> "Anastasia rolls 2d8+8 and gets 17." [2d8=6, 3]

Healing magic mends the wounds of Krog and Ayane.

How much do you want to loot? Do yo uguys want to grab everything orjust salient items?

[Dracos]

"Works for me...  I don't think I could handle many more of them either," She admitted in a rare bit of honesty, not that it was so evident on her, despite the physical exertion, she still looked almost as fresh as ever, helping load the lighter things into Krog's cart.

[Merc]

"Krog can still fight...but Krog cannot heal good anymore if Krog or friend get hurt. Krog try no fight when that case," Krog adds for his own part before he begins to mutter a few words under his breath, closing his eyes as he makes certain gestures ending with one of his hand passing over his eyes, which when reoppened seem to almost glow with magic. The half-orc looks around, trying to search for items that show themselves to likely be valuable to his empowered sight that they might otherwise have missed.

Detect Magic

[Anastasia]

Krog finds that the leader's spear and armor radiate magic.

[Merc]

Krog continues to look around, searching for any other sources of magic in the area, for the time being.

[Anastasia]

The gear looted from the previous encounter has various magics on it. The stuff from the leaders, anyway. Nothing else is magical around these parts.

[Dracos]

"Ready to go?" Ayane waited while he casted his spells.

[Merc]

"Krog sad...they fight so much and no have much that look good..." Krog answers with a small sigh as he helps finish load up the splattered knight's gear and any other of the heavier gear that Ayane might have not grabbed already. "Time to go."

[Dracos]

Ayane nodded, leading the way back and carefully making her way up back to the main landing where the king lived.

[Anastasia]

The trip back up is without incident. Tired but alive, the party returns to Lord German. He idly taps his fingers on the armrest of his throne, "Ah, there you are," he begins, pointedly looking at Krog.