Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140128024529/@comment-12599067-20140201192858

(You weren't around, Steak. Rest assured, Coinmeister WILL be included.)

(The horrible thing is, Starbucks makes the best coffee around the holidays, but I always end up being either too busy to get some or simply unable to do so.)

The Wrathman let out a bellow of agony as the axe sunk deep into a pauldron, narrowly missing the bonewalker's neck. The corpse snarled and hefted its axe again, bringing the battleaxe downward once more.

The Anchorite blocked Olaf's mace with his own and kicked him backwards, causing him to fall backwards and hit the back of his head against a stone, which earned a wince from Makoru, who was dealing with the other Wrathman. Jack shot a hail of knives at the Anchorite but none of them connected, either blocked or thrown aside by the small maelstrom that was whirling around the necromancer. The warlock turned to Nahlgaaf and hefted his mace, then rushed forward and swung at the mage's face with surprising speed.