Kalagar's beer belly barely slows him down as he charges up to the edge of the woods. He raises his hands to the sky in a reverent gesture, calling upon the grace of his gods, "Bless all my friends, May their weapons strike true this day, may fear not eat away at their minds!"
Spingtime in the Endworld Mountains...
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Kalagar's beer belly barely slows him down as he charges up to the edge of the woods. He raises his hands to the sky in a reverent gesture, calling upon the grace of his gods, "Bless all my friends, May their weapons strike true this day, may fear not eat away at their minds!"
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Kalagar seeing the horrific wound inflicted on Andromedus and instantly loses "it" A snap in his protective psyche and he goes from hugable teady beart to roaring grizzly.
"Andrimedus! Get Back!" The words more a snarl and growl but are still intelligable. Kalagar raises his longsword above his head. His Body has changed slightly...okay not so slightly...Hisbeer belly is gone replaced by huge sections of tight muscle and Fur that has spread up his arms and neck..his Face elongates growing fangs and a snarling visage equal in menace to the Dire Bear. He Roars loudly..a Clear challange to the mighty bear..perhaps if one understood Bear he might be shouting. "Pick on Somone your own size! Lardbelly!"
"Andrimedus! Get Back!" The words more a snarl and growl but are still intelligable. Kalagar raises his longsword above his head. His Body has changed slightly...okay not so slightly...Hisbeer belly is gone replaced by huge sections of tight muscle and Fur that has spread up his arms and neck..his Face elongates growing fangs and a snarling visage equal in menace to the Dire Bear. He Roars loudly..a Clear challange to the mighty bear..perhaps if one understood Bear he might be shouting. "Pick on Somone your own size! Lardbelly!"
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"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
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The larger, sturdier 'forged stands a bit better. His large steel shield takes some of the strength out of the bear's other blow, and it rakes across his adamantine hide without piercing. Then, when the creature's great, dripping jaws swing down to the left, they glance harmlessly off of Smith's armored hip. Seeing his chance, with the beast's mighty head hung low, Smith swings the flaming mace down hard on top of it with an audible crack. It stumbles, but does not fall.
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Herick holds one hand over his huge claw wound, the many slashes from the single stroke blood rather heavily. He steps up onto the back of the bear. Standing atop it he turns around and places the tip of his sword at the base of its neck. With a grunt he drives the blade through the beast's spine making sure its dead. "Never assume your enemy if defeated until you have done it yourself General Killbush used to say." Herick then slides down from the bear leaning up against it. "I would welcome a blessing of the Soverign Host on me, Olandra's healing touch is a welcome relief." He sheaths his sword and awaits healing. "Smith, you and Enilias check out the bear's den, perhaps there is some evidence relating to our mission there while the rest of us are checked over by Kalagar." Herick's military mindset continues to show even if he's not the offical leader of this squad.
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring