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and attack rolls
Conweena turns with the savage instinct she learned in the wild Nordt country. Her axe and her body are united in their task, and the body of creature #5 is liberated from most of it's head as bone and teeth crunch. Her action turns her to face Traesta and Harker in their fruitless tasks.
Pebble leaps towards the two assailants as they cudgel Traesta and swings his long blade, but it only cuts the rain dripping from the clouds high above.
As Pebble and Conweena complete the actions of the previous instant, Harker cries out in serious pain as the spiked end of a club lodges in a weaker point of his armor. Blood sprays, staining his garments crimson in spite of the rain. The wound is deep and serious.
Traesta continues to swing at her antagonists, but her attention is divided, and she fails to mark either of them.
Conweena's axe suddenly rings out with a sharp, high pitched "CLANG !" It's not far in it's arc from where the humanoid's head used to be. Dorath's bullet clearly would have destroyed the soft target had the axe failed it's mission. She grimaces and glares back at Dorath, but does not stop moving towards the next rival.
Offset by the pain of the cruel spikes now protruding into his flesh, Harker cannot strike his target effectively. Creature #8 finds his mark on Traesta, she has miscalculated the dance macabre they have joined. Even so, somehow the weapon of her foe fails to meet her. She can feel the spray of the water on her face as his weapon glances past, missing her when it ought to have struck her full. Harker struggles with the pain, but instinctively blocks the attacks of the second foe without full comprehension of his actions. The rain stings his eyes, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows it's not rain, but sudden sweat that is causing the burn. Another cruel mace makes a whistling sound, but it's interrupted with a thump, and it makes an ugly mark against Traesta's brightly painted shield.
Igber is now within striking range of the creature that is yet shorter than he is, and he swings wildly at it with his dagger, but finds the humanoid is fast, and he cannot pin it down so easily as he expected.
Pebble has no choice but to wade into the gore of the foe Conweena first slew. The brother (#6) of that first creature blocks his advance. Igber however is nearby, and they will have to be wary of accidentally striking each other, or becoming a hindrance to Traesta's attacks.
Conweena however finds herself in the enviable position of having the opportunity to flank the preoccupied humanoids. She can attack almost any of them with near impunity from behind. They are unaware of their peril.
(Conweena may target #'s 6 or 8 without penalty, #7 at a -2 initiative, and #4 at a -4 initiative simply for distance)
This is getting quite exciting I think! 'The suspense is terrible... I hope it'll last.' - Gene Wilder, Charlie and the Chocolate factory.
Rex, you made a slaying machine. Perhaps it's the nature of the beasts, or your past history & disposition regarding them; perhaps you have a better rapport with the dice-rolling djinni. Give some to the other players? Good job so far.
I think with the seriousness of Harker's wound, a save vs constitution (1d20) would be in order. Success gives him another round, failure means he either faints from the pain, withdraws, or fights with a penalty (depending on the severity of failure). Alternately, you can elect to not take the chance, and attempt a retreat yourself. The humanoids engaged with Harker and Traesta are not yet aware that Conweena is threshing them like so much dry wheat. They will understand that soon enough.
