The old druid groaned as the jagged blade dug into his shoulder, rending the flesh and hitting the ribs. He leaned forward a bit, blood leaking onto his robes.
"Guh... He, no! My research! My goal, my brilliant mind... he, heh... at least I will die... knowing... that you... won't... get... alive..." His confident voice slowly turned into whisper, and then, he breathed his last breath. His body froze still in the throne as if he was a statue.
Hit: 114+10-10-36 = 78
Hit roll: 59, hit! Crit roll: 17! //Dammit I:
Damage: 22-10 = 12x3 = 36dmg
However, the walls still rumble and are ready to close on the mercenaries and crush them! Something else than Bores himself must be controlling this contraption.
Mercs:
Alexander Jorinn: 41/42
Ami Storm: 28/28
Charlotte Braxis: 32/32
Christopher Shields: 33/34
Edwin Westbringer: 29/29
Gregor von Hexham: 15/35
Olison Eul: -/35 2/3
Riven: 7/29
Salvatore Vaughan: 35/35
Seyena Ikane: -/33 3/3
Tantallos Forsaken: 30/30
Valor Inara: 34/34
NPCs:
Anja: -/26 3/3
Mannan Tunhausen: 5/31
Wagon: 5/5 hits