(Oft, another horrendous roll by me!)
(Damage is 18 (3SB +4 +11), less 6, so 12 wounds inflicted. You’ll be delighted to know that reduces it to less than 0 wounds)
Meinrad does indeed smash the creature in the face with his club. The Terror topples to the ground with a crash, and lies there twitching slightly.
“Oh. That went better than I planned”
@Scribbs asked for a die roll:
GM making a couple of rolls…
d100: 57 vs 45
d10: 1
(You are out of immediate danger and out of combat…)
What are we looking at exactly?
“Do any of you ever heard of something looking like this? Some kind of… demon, Else?”
Fronika is shaking all over, and seems a little hysterical.
“Damn you both, why didn’t you run?! One…” She slaps the beast’s massive arm with the flat of her axe, “One GLANCING blow from that anchor would be enough to take even your head off, Else. By Sigmar… By Sigmar’s holy… Nose.” She pokes the beast again.
“Bloody HELL.”
Meinrad massages his left arm
" Yeah, I have to agree.The sensible thing would have been to run away. But…" he nudge his head toward the corpse “it looks like we’re better than we give ourselves credit for.”
(In order to know what the monster might be would require an appropriate Lore test. None of you have one, the closest being Fronika with Lore (Reikland), and that’s a stretch. It would be a test at -20)
“Well, maybe this will show that bastard Sergeant this wasn’t a waste of time.” Else takes out her sword and begins to hack off the head (or if its too big, something very visibly ‘terrible’ like a clawed hand or something) to take back to the Watchhouse. She’ll cast around for a sack or some cloth to wrap the grisly trophy up.
Amris ambles up in disbelief, a hand to his forehead.
“I cannot fathom the luck and insane bravery you humans show sometimes! Naysayers would espouse foolhardiness, but having witnessed a miracle, I am inclined to proffer that Sigmar’s people are blessed! This feat was one to remember!”
He quickly starts to scrawl in his notebook.
It takes a bit of effort, and Else is sweating and feeling the strain across her shoulders by the time she’s done. However, she is now the proud owner of one severed monster head. There was the odd moment when the cuts she made seemed to start to knit around her blade, but the regenerative powers of the creature apparently could not overcome her persistent hacking.
A little crowd of onlookers start to gather as the sound of the combat fades away, some scurrying back inside when they witness the dismemberment of the body, others staying and enjoying the show.
(What now officers of the Watch?)
@Sagantine asked for a die roll:
Fronika tries to remember the details of a lesson from a tutor she despised - did he say anything about such creatures living here?
Testing Lore: Reikland
d100: 34 vs 35 (lol)
(Dang, if there was no minus 20 that would have been good)
Fronika racks her brain to see if any of the lessons she was taught about the beasts and monsters of the wild match the hideous monster stretched out before her, but comes up short. The harsh reality of the smell and stench of the body, and the sheer ugliness of the monster seems impossible to tally against the somewhat dry and uninspiring lectures delivered by her tutor in teh asfety of her family’s manor. More to the point, Master Grigor would likely have scoffed at the mere idea of such a thing existing, especially right in the centre of a large town like Ubersreik. He was not the most open minded of individuals, and that civilised lands could host such beasts did not feature in his worldview.
Can we look at the onlooker to see if the lady from before is amongst them?
She is there, towards the back of the crowd. She catches your eye and gives you a grudging nod of approval. Her attention is pulled away by two figures wrapped up in cloaks that approach her. They have a muttered discussion, all keeping a wary eye on you and your comrades, before they all disappear into the shadows and gloom of the night together.
Is there anything besides the anchor that the monster was carrying?
There’s a something like a loincloth, but you really don’t want to guess at what it is made from, and a heavy worn rope belt. There’s a broken bone with some meat hanging off it shoved under the belt. You’d guess a snack for later, and the bone seems to be the right size for an adult human limb, probably a leg.
“I mean, I don’t want to state the obvious… But do you think all those missing persons were…” Meinrad shudders "…eaten ? "
“If that is… what happened… Who is going to tell the kid?”
Else looks flatly at Meinrad. “Well volunteered…”
She hauls the head over her shoulder. “Lets get back - I need a bath and then I’m hitting the sack for a week”.