- 93/103 HP
- 80 EN
Attacking
-10 HP from Shard Aura
-20 EN from Reckless Attack
Whoever once told Freja long ago that “there’s no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothing” deserved to be dragged out into these frozen wastes, shot, and left to be fed to the polar bears. She made damn sure she was bundled up, and sure, her clothes weren’t anything Gucci would have designed, but even then, she’d have thought being the stereotypical Dane that liked winter would compensate. At least the company was good.
The journey onwards continued, through the blizzard, into the frozen marshes, offering the illusion of some respite from the cold, and onward still, into the bandit fortress. Furious as the blizzard they had gritted their teeth through, the combined forces of adventurers saw to it that the bandits’ own lair would fast become a bloody killing-ground. Only seconds passed—the bulk of their forces were already dead. The monster that they brought with them roared and growled, and through whatever blasphemous magic it held in the crystals it created, they rose again, twisted faces of the damned piled high and unified with a singular malice for their invaders, but again to little avail. They were doomed to fall as soon as they had risen again, bringing the party’s attention to the vile creature that resurrected them. The spellcasters of their group collaborated on spells to bolster the strength of those brave enough to fight the monster head-on. But they would return.
It only stood to reason Freja would join the attacking force. She brought her axe blade to the front, charged toward the yowling beast, had her advance slowed by the blast of frigid cold its mere presence allowed to encroach its surroundings. Still, she swung the arc of her blade to a diagonal slash, where it plunged into a mass of fur and flesh at its flank. The creature shrieked, this time in genuine pain, as it cringed away from her attack, her axe showing off tinges of red.
“C’mere, you inbred yeti bastard,” she taunted, even if she would be surprised if it understood speech. It tried to thrash out at her, was interrupted by the onslaught of the other adventurers. Rather than play safe and fall back to wait for the next opportunity to strike safely, Freja stayed at the frontlines. Her risk, at least for now, would prove fruitful, as its stagger gave her enough opening to hack again below its ribcage.
Reckless Attack - Primadox
Tracker /
Roll
168 +10 = 178
Primadox: 526/2000 HP
Last edited: Feb 13, 2018