Adalmar
His heart almost stops in his chest until he remembers his father wasn't buried around here... Grimly, he prepares for what can only be a long fight.
He accepts the garlic with a gracious nod. Now, more than ever, he doesn't want to waste time speaking.
He is relieved to find that he is able to wield this bow easily. He aims at the skeletons closest to the building. Maybe with enough destroyed, the bones will pile up until the entrance becomes inaccessible... Ha, wishful thinking. The arrow he lets fly are shrouded in dancing sparks.
Adrenaline flows in his veins. He barely hears what the demi-orc says, somehow it doesn't make sense. He lets out a shout : "Everyone ! Do your best !"
[OOC :
Att 1: (1d20+10)[25]; Dam 1: (1d8+2)[8]; Elec Dam 1: (1d6)[6] (1 down)
Att 2: (1d20+10)[25]; Dam 2: (1d8+2)[4]; Elec Dam 2: (1d6)[6] (1 down)
Att 3: (1d20+5)[10]; Dam 3: (1d8+2)[7]; Elec Dam 3: (1d6)[1] (nothing) ]