[Barik's TB] Judging from our encounters with worgs in the past, our horsemen will never catch up. Oh, I mourn Lightfoot now, for he was a fine mount, and could have overtaken these curs with ease.

Barik moves to the point (that is, the right of the line, toward the worg), about 5-10' ahead of everyone else, to protect the spellcasters. He draws his waraxe as he moves. Whenever the chance arises, I'll full attack the worg (+9/+7/+4/+2, Damage +3 to d10/d6/d10/d6). If I get the chance to hit him this round, I'll hit with just the waraxe (+11 to hit, d10+3 damage).
posted by Scholeologist at 5/01/2004 07:04:00 AM

Barik sincerely hopes that they won't need magic weapons, since he has visions of wolves jumping on him before he can loose his 3 remaining frost arrows.

Linnam...fires twice.
Dru yells out in Goblin "We mean you no harm..."
Under his breath, Barik mutters, "That is, those of us who aren't trying to shoot you."

Barik uses the "Electroplate" Feat to put a thin layer of silver on his axes. :)
posted by Scholeologist at 4/30/2004 05:02:00 AM

Barik pulls out a handaxe -- to, uh, help clear away underbrush on the trail. Yeah, that's it.
posted by Scholeologist at 4/29/2004 04:25:00 AM

Woo-hoo! I join the crowd in an enthusiastic yell of "Game On!"

Barik, in a fit of guarded optimism, continues marching along. Although he's listening intently for any sort of sound, he tries not to look to the right any more than the left, or any more than usual.

[Barik's TB] It could just be some cautious woodland creatures, who are as keen for us to move along as we are -- oh, who am I kidding? :)
posted by Scholeologist at 4/28/2004 06:58:00 AM