Lex Samreeth

Kurith smiles at the old woman, twirling his halberd expertly before removing the leather sheath from its head. It's definitely got some history to it, though it is by no means ornamented. Still, it is in fine condition, the only defects being a couple of chips on the cutting edge. "Da al'ays called this un <Swift Judgement Against Avarice>. 'S been i' th' family fo' five gen'rations - th' head, a' least. Handle's been replaced of'en 'nough." He then bangs his gauntlets together, making their runes light up. "The twins etn't ol' 'nough ta earn names yet. Less'n a year ol', an' only seen combat yest'day. An' I's no' a poet, so prolly won't be naught a' int'res'in nor fancy a' <Judgement>. 'Twill pro'lly be a fine name i' th' end, though." He gently taps his fingers together, deactivating them before pulling them off. "I' th' meanwhile, a pint a plain sounds won'erful. Mayhaps a fine lass servin' it, too?"

Banana growls in frustration as his blows fail to make any notable impact on the statue. "This is growing frustrating..." His eyes rove over the construct, and he starts recalling the wisdom of the elder hunters. Simply overwhelming some of their prey was not an option. "If swarming and overwhelming does not work, we must dismantle it. Tear away its tools. And I know of one way to make that easier." Banana aims his next strike low, going for the legs. "Come on, everybody, let's do this for the anadi! For the Magaambaya!" His last exclamation is laced with just a hint of arcane magic, giving everyone a tiny little boost. OOC Action 1: Attempting to Trip the Terracotta statue Actions 2 and 3: Casting Infectious Enthusiasm. +1 to Attack, Will, or Cha-based checks for 1 turn

Kurith gently taps the fingertips of his gauntlets together, and the light of the runes dimmed from blazing to smouldering. He walked over and tugged his halberd out of the ground, before motioning to Verris. "Typica' ban'its. Leave summat big an 'eavy middle 'a th' road, 'n jump 'em when th' wagon has tae stop. Dinnae work well fo' 'em this time, though, right?" He laughs as he starts driving his shoulder into the wrecked cart, trying to find a good place to grip the hulking mass. "Well, now tha' th' ban'its are dead, naught keepin' us from clearin' the road. Has tae been done sometime, why not now?"

Banana charges forward. "Don't think I even need magic for this!" He begins to simply wail on the terracotta statue with his staff, smacking it over and over again like crazy

Here's the token for Kurith Krath

Terracotta, I believe

Kurith snapped around, seeing the thistlefolk charging out of the underbrush. He slammed his fists together, and the sigils on his gauntlets flared to light as he ran forward with a loud yell, aiming to deliver a devastating gutpunch to the one nearest to his halberd.

"Why do so many things in this school try to kill us? And it's a statue, too...which means my favorite cantrip isn't going to do much, probably. Tsaa." He glances over at Mac and the others, gripping his staff one-handed. "Standard hunt-tactics, yes? Disarm it, get it on the ground."

"Northsta' preserve...were nae a beast wot did the poor man. This be bladework - an' skillful, too." He carefully maneuvers the head, exposing twinned holes on either side of the neck lain open by the gash - the jugulars and carotids. "Killer slit both vessels o' the neck asides the throat. Some cutthroats pull the head back, bu' tha' hides away the vessels. Makes the cut only hi' th' airpipe. If'n they die, 'tis slow an' painful. Push the head for'ard o'er the blade, though, an' ye get this. Man bled out a'fore the minute was over. An' the smell o' blood like as drew the beasties tae feast."

Whelp. That's fear. How has Kurith stepped in it this time, oh mighty GM?

Kurith drives his halberd into the ground and walks over to the ransacked cart, cracking his knuckles and limbering up. "Wager 'twix' Verris and I we ha' enough brawn tae git this wreck tae the side so we can pass."