Lex Samreeth

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."

Kurith lets his halberd drop into a low, ready stance, but doesn't advance. "Dun care wha' beastie 'tis, Motha wi' young is al'ays nippiest. Don' ge' any closa. Mayha' if they finish thei' suppa, they leave us alone." He looks up at Kimber. "Ye ken how is done. Slow, steady, back a'ay. Kerris, ge' twixt 'em an' the others wi' me. Slow. Steady. Show we nae predator, but nae prey worth troublin'."