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Reaver gives chase to the kobolds, positioning him in the spot between them. Attacks first with battleaxe on K8, then with warhammer on K3. Battleaxe Hit: [12](1d20)+6=18 Damage: [5](1d8)+6=11 Warhammer Hit: [4](1d20)+6=10 Damage: [4](1d8)+2=6

Attack of Opportunity against K8 Battleaxe Hit: [3](1d20)+6=9 Damage: [2](1d8)+6=8 Apologies for the mistakes in rolling. Ignore the second D20; that was a mistake. And I forgot to update the reason for the damage roll. Pretty sure that misses anyway.

Hazily through Reaver's rage, it saw the woman (friend?) with one of the monsters bearing down on her (KILL!). It roared with bloodlust as it stepped over the kobold it'd just chopped in half, pulling its Warhammer as it moved. With its right hand, Reaver brought the battleaxe down hard toward...

Reaver draws warhammer, attacks one-handed with battleaxe: Battleaxe (advantage) Hit: [18](max(2d20))+6=24 Damage: [6](1d8)+6=12 Warhammer Hit: [16](1d20)+6=22 Damage: [3](1d8)+2=5

The child's high-pitched wails reverberated in Reaver's steel chest. As Cuth's eyes grew wide at Reaver and Halfdan's form, Reaver's eyes grew intensely red, and it instantly sprung to motion. A woman--presumably the mother--was about to make a last stand against a group of kobolds, and...

Dice rolls for attack action: Battleaxe Hit: [18](1d20)+6=24 Damage: [5](1d10)+6=11 Battleaxe (Cleave) Hit: [11](1d20)+6=17 Damage: [5](1d10)+6=11

"Can't rule it out. But he was obviously rattled by the suicide, and perhaps that was more than he could take. Honestly, there was a moment I considered putting as much distance between this place and myself as possible." Reaver's eyes scanned the horizon, not quite able to make out what the...

"That seems reasonable to me, as well," Reaver said, its gently glowing eyes upon Halfdan. "Avoid unnecessary conflict, and CRUSH any we cannot." On the word "crush," the Warforged slammed its hand into the wall beside him, its eyes flaring to an intense crimson. After a moment, the seething...

Reaver listened to everyone's introductions, nodding slightly as each concluded. That is, until Theo's. "Theo?" Reaver cocked its head slightly. "But... Cheeks? Shine--er, Halfdan called you Cheeks. I just kind of thought that was your name. But okay, Theo. Well met. And to you all."...

Reaver had relinquished its grip on the acolyte's wrist after the flames appeared. Now, it stood over the smoldering remains, contemplating what it'd just witnessed. The red had gone from the warforged's eyes, and someone who was paying attention might few that they had dimmed considerably. "I...

"Very well, Cult-of-the-Dragon zealot. I've never taken much stock in gods; in fact, I did not know of them until I came to Faerun. It may shock you little to find that your answer did little to impress me. Given that I am new here, I can assure you that I am unfamiliar with your personal...

Ditto. History at +1. 7. RIIIIIIIIIIIP. Also throwing intimidation check at advantage, +2. 20. Also FuuuuuuuUUUUUUuuuuuuuu

Reaver was so distracted by the state of the house that it almost didn't notice Zarros snatching up the acolyte. The metal man considered objecting, but thought better of it. Instead, it tiptoed through the muck on the floor and leaned up against the wall behind where Theo posted up on a stool...

As Reaver sauntered to the house Halfdan suggested, it noticed Theo starting to loot the corpses. Not a bad idea, Cheeks, Reaver silently lauded him. It also ignored the banter between the two sneaky types, not the least of which because the warforged did not really understand it. It know...

Reaver wound up to cleave the cultist in two. However, when its axe was at its apex, the man before the barbarian suddenly dropped, a pair of daggers visible from the man's back. The warforged looked around in a fury and saw a cheering Zarros. Even in Reaver's anger-induced tunnel vision, it...

FINALLY! Reaver's roar subsided, leaving nothing but its insane cackling blowing on the wind. The barbarian reared back its right arm and, with the practiced precision of a military war machine, released the javelin it held at the left-most front guard. As it executed the moment, its eyes...

Reaver begins the slaughter Dice rolls for attack action: JavelinHit: [19]+6=25Damage: [3]+4=7 (Editor's note: mistakenly applied rage to javelin ranged attack; it's +4 instead of +6).

The construct barely registered as the less-direct combatants broke off and hid. It did pick up Halfdan's encouraging nod before he ran off, though. The barbarian's eyes were a deep crimson, its mind almost singularly focused on the impending combat. Hold it in... Reaver's feet began to...

Reaver looked thoughtfully at Halfdan while it considered what he said. "I like the shiny human's plan way better than the horned one." The barbarian paused for a moment, considering how different its speech sounded from the others'. It thought about how (Master Cheeks, was it? Strange name...

Reaver's eyes dimmed, but did not extinguish. An empathic person might read the expression as "closing ones eyes." "I'm..." it began, "I'm not the best at sneaking. I mean, I can be quiet. But sometimes I just get angry and need to do something about it." Its eyes shined once more, this...