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(dice check for grab) With only two arms, the beast has trouble constricting you for anything more than a mere few seconds. You wriggle out of the beasts arms with ease which leaves you in close proximity to it. With this fatal mistake, the beast leaves just about every weak point at your...

(dice check for counter attack) You attempt to strike out at the beast with your own counter-offensive, but find that the creature is faster than you this time. It firmly grabs you around the waist, pulling you toward its mouth.

Jemmeh tilted his head, trying to drink in what the mage was saying. He'd like to have thought he caught most of it, but in reality he only heard bits and pieces. That was enough though; he knew there were many undead in this necromancer's "lair" and thus let out a giddy shout at the thought of...

While you were taking off your helmet and removing the substance fogging your vision, the Broodmother had taken the opportunity to go on the offensive. She struck out at you, both hands not attempting to slash at you this time, but rather grab you instead. You reckoned this change of attacks had...

The Broodmother, enraged from your previous blows, lets out a low growl. You witness the lower part of the Broodmother's face split apart to reveal a flayed mouth full of small, sharp teeth. It lets out a hideous screech after having revealed the set of teeth before spitting a glob of some sort...

Jemmeh joined the mercenaries on the outter rim of the circle they had made around the mage, not yet moving since they hadn't either. Jemmeh was one to be commanded rather than to take initiative into his own hands most of the time, so he wasn't as excited to charge into battle this time...

Carter Nyles I meandered my way through the vents at the back of our little train of people, my stomach wrought with feeling of uneasiness. We were making a hell of a lot of noise, or at least it sounded that way to me. According to this Hammer guy, he was isolating the noise we produced which...

You successfully dodge most of the blows force, the claws scraping through your armor to leave some relatively light gashes across your chest. You attempt to bring in your own attack and attempt to cut the Broodmother's arms clean off, however you find that the awkward footing and hit you took...

Hey, @Perambulation, just wanted to lyk that I'm still here, there's just nothing for me to write on at the moment.

Jemmeh takes the axe over his cudgel, finding beauty in the hulk of steel and wood over his iron cudgel. Afterward, he pondered for a moment, thinking on why he was even here in the first place. Ah, that's right! To kill the undead! Not seeing any within his vicinity at the moment, he persued...

Just as you dart forward, the Broodmother makes her own attack in the same instance, charging forward her two right arms and their sharp claws faced toward you in a last-ditch effort.

Jemmeh raises his club in the air, letting out a victorious, garbled shout, reveling in his victory. He had turned to leave after this, but the brute's axe caught his eye; he picked it up and swang it around, swinging it around and seeing how it fit him.

Without any kind of hesitation or sympathy toward the even-uglier creature's pitiful state after his blow, Jemmeh reels backs again and swings his cudgel with great force at the creature's head, his horizontal swing mimicking that of a woodcutter chopping into a large oak tree.

(Don't worry about it. Sometimes I'll be on a mini hiatus too.) The Broodmother dumbfoundedly follows you into the brush and, when the moment is right, you leap from the tree, sword in hand. The momentum of the blow effectively carries you downward and, when the Broodmother raises all six arms...

With the brute's axe embeded in the ground, Jemmeh rears back and swings for the brute's arms, aiming to disarm him in a swift blow.