The tunnel had led them deeper into the Earth and further from the light of day, as it pretty much had to, and the feel of the dirt beneath their feet changed.  Were he more in tune with the underworld maybe Gorosk would have known what the change in texture or the change in smell meant, but he didn't until he saw it.  They had found the nest, a writhing mass of diseased fur and flesh.  A multitude of young rat and two very large dire rats.  Had they time to think about it perhaps they might have figured out a better way to deal with the situation, but the mass of flesh propelled itself toward them.  Dozens of scrawny thin skinned feet skittering across the dirt and hungry mouths opening for them, baring teeth.

The tide of vermin broke upon Beaumont first, who did his best to protect himself with his shield but seemed to have taken another wound.  The other man, de Brey, was next to lose blood to the sea of filth that seemed to fill the space around them so suddenly.  He fought with shield and mace and seemed to help Beaumont from being washed away.

It was too much for Gorosk.  At the back of the group it was difficult for him to help and that was likely the straw that broke the camels back.  Enough of seeing his new friends bleed, enough of being underground, and enough of this stupid job.  Gorosk pushed up around the group to the front, sought out one of the dire rats, grit his teeth and tried to hit it with all the strength he could muster.

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Attack Roll
[color=39b54a]17[/color]
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/19153

Damage Roll
[color=39b54a]8[/color]
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/19154  
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