Sorry for your loss. Thanks for setting this up.

Eva carefully nods to Hargrim, discomforted in part by the dwarf's familiarity after but a few hours since meeting her, but also by his words. She whispers to him " Yes, I'll be cautious ", then quickly and politely disengages from his grasp, gives him a subtle wink, and says loudly, "...

Eva, true to her word, takes the lead. " Master innkeeper, you said yourself, the weather is dreadful. Why, I'm close to drowning just standing here in the rain! I'm sure you can find some room in this inn for us to put a roof over her heads. Plus, as I'm sure you're aware from the boathouse, t...

Eva looks at the group brandishing their weapons as they move towards the inn. " This night bodes ill, I agree, but let's not make the folk in the inn think us bandits! Or worse! In this storm, simple countryfolk may mistake two elves and a dwarf as beastmen or some other monsters. Maybe let me...

Apologies for being remiss in replying, I had email notification set up for this and I haven't received one in 2 weeks! However, I know I also should be checking more regularly irrespective, so apologies once again.

Eva nods. "I just want out of this blasted storm to feel some warmth in my toes again. Whatever gets is to shelter fastest!"

Eva looks at the trail of blood but can't discern anything more than Hargrim.

INT (29): [1d100] = 59

OOC: Pretty sure Acute Hearing wouldn't apply here (but it'd be a fail even if it did)

Eva stops short. "Little lady? You are no taller than me, master dwarf," and with a wink lost in the dark and the rain, "and I can assure you that I am no lady!"

Nevertheless, Eva takes up position safely behind Hargrim, clutching her club ready to do damage to any assailants.

Eva moves to follow the dwarf towards the river house. "Right now, I just want to get out of this Sigmar-forsaken rain for a few minutes."

Eva looks around the site of the group's battle and recovers Bianca's now drenched and mud-caked blanket. " Thanks for the blanket, ma'am, but I don't think it's going to help now. Only shelter and a spot by a fire will do the trick. We should make haste up the road to reach the night's inn bef...

FWIW I vote for the optional weapon rules as well. I honestly didn't even realize they were optional, so never not played 1e without daggers doing SB-2, for example.

Eva takes a swing at the fleeing tentacled mutant but it easily avoids her club. She then spins and charges the stunned bovine, but her strike glances off the ragtag armor of the beast. Free attack (tentacles - WS37+10 winning): [1d100] = 88 Attack (Bovine - WS37+10 charge): [1d100] = 65 ( OOC: I in...

Eva continues her spin out of the clutches and swings her club at the mutant, but in the slippery mud her footing gives way slightly and her strike misses the mutant.

Attack (WS 37+10): [1d100] = 57

Never have I been more happy to roll a 20, and I play D&D!

Eva yells in disgust at the tentacular grapple. However, her instincts kick in and she is able to wriggle free, this not being the first time she has had to escape from an unwanted embrace.

Dex (31+10 target): [1d100] = 20

Uh oh, Eva only has 5 wounds! I'll do my rolls a little later when I'm at the computer rather than on a phone. Out of interest, could I spend my remaining fortune point to force a re-roll by the mutant on his attack after the Dex check if failed?

OK, I'll edit the post. I was wondering if that was the case but didn't have time to edit the post late last night.

Eva mutters a prayer to Sigmar and charges the dog-headed monster, figuring offense is the best form of defense. Initiative: [1d6+37] = 6+37 = 43 Charge Attack (WS+10=47): [1d100] = 88 Whiff Spend 1 of 2 fortune points: Charge Attack (WS+10=47): [1d100] = 53 (EDIT: Extra +10 to WS for outnumbered!) ...

Eva huddles into her blanket, alarmed by the sight of the bestial men that she'd only ever heard old wives tales about on the streets of Wuppertal. She tries to quietly follow her travelling companions up the road away from the monsters' notice.

[I 37 + Cl 31 - 30 = 38]

Sneak(38): [1d100] = 89

Oh yeah, Eva's cheesing it out of there as fast as her little legs can carry her.