[Arrow Rinehart]

Looking at the brilliant flash of light as it hit his gaze, he let off a momentary 'whoa!' as he blocked the lighting in part, more in fear of it becoming some hateful last strike. The fox let off a small look as he let his fingers lowered, in the result of the beastly being's figure finally fading away as he stroked his cheek lightly. Leaving it along as he finally came to and made a small sound. Though inaudible, as he witnessed his friends gathering the amulets, he approached and grabbed one before placing it around his neck. During the moment, the young adventurer read the letter while holding it close and then clutching it gently within his fingertips. "Such a gift, I have to say it...well done friends! We did it, we stopped that brute and this is but a symbol of completion...our courage, the skill we all showed. I am just so lucky to be at your sides. I would walk anywhere with you, I just...I wanted to say it. Eh heh! Hope I don't sound too corny! I just mean we have something to finish, but thus far we've succeeded. Let's bring the battle home!" The fox was simply beside himself, more at the gift and further with glee at the fact they'd saved someone. There was nothing more that the young cursed intrepid hero preferred to do was to heal any wounds for others or save people from fates worse than others should ever have to know. Even though this quest was not done, all of his desires remained strong and present: he was going to get this done, and at the sides of the many brave souls he walked aside. 

Arrow Rinehart
Status: Peppy!
Damage: 0%

[TartoonHand94]

“Ha! Not so sharp Now, are ya, Glassy?” Groose gloated, picking his sword back up triumphantly. “-OhMyGoddessI’mSorryPleaseDon’tKillMe!” He squeaked, dropping his sword in a massive flinch as the creature’s blue ichor seeped up and lurched out for one more attack.
Noticing his insides weren’t ripped out yet, Groose opened an eye to see…The Future…Or perhaps the Past rushing before everyone’s eyes.

“Is that…Me?” Groose drooled, overwhelmed by the out of body experience. “Go Me Go!” He cheered on the handsome knight. Before he could find out if the other him could hear him, the traveling stopped and Groose was reunited with solid ground, falling over onto it.

The Miller’s chilling cries in the background spooked him back onto his feet, sword in hand again. Looking around, beside the sounds, it looked like they were safe where they were.

“Well that takes care of that.” He sheathed his sword and dusted his hands. “My Loftwing’s probably bored out of his mind so-” He started to excuse himself before spotting another reason to stay.
Loot! Booty! Mission Rewards!
“And what do we have here~?” Groose eyes spied the prize tied to the note with his name on it “Dear Groose~…” He began to read, expecting an extra special love letter from Dreamer’s Nightmare…only for it to turn out to be the same as all the rest. Little heart break there. A little crack in his heart he’ll have to fill with treasure.

“You said it, little guy!” Groose chortled heartily, scooping the fox up between the muscles of one arm and juggling his amulet and shards in his other hand.
“Victory is ours, and it’s nearly complete!” He set the fox back down and pocketed his earnings.

“So I say, it’s Miller Time!” Groose unsheathed his sword and held it skyward toward the mill. “Who’s With Me?”


Groose
Damage: 40%
Status: Groose Bomb CD (2 turns left)

[Deleted]

The Mill is shattered, floating in a strange limbo of space-time as it creaks to and fro, swirling in the hateful miasma of the Comet. The furrows of Earth are dried, cracked, and filled with none other than the bodies and blood of those before who entered this place. Long dead, but forever held in the torment of this place. The arid stench of some sour scent, akin to bile, looms like a fog in the nostrils of those who inhale. Those who have taken damage before this place are healed to their full capacity. What comes after is something terrible, something... frightening. The Miller appears, brandishing his mighty scythe. The amulets the team acquired from the previous area glow with a hateful light, sapping the energy of this place. 

He points to the group, and lets out a harrowing battlecry.

THE MILLER
HP: 300%
Status: None
"You... Should not have COME HERE! SCREEEAAAAHHH!!!"

The first of The Miller's assault comes from his reaping attack, a wide swinging arc at the fresh arrivals to cut the chaff, as he saw it. These poor travelers. He swings with an unnatural arc, body twisting over 180 degrees before he attacks, crackling and breaking several points in his back.

wfh3UCdrp_1d20
(The Miller's REAPING SWEEP! Deals 25% damage, targeted at everyone. Due to amulets, cannot inflict Blight. Inflicts Blight to self per enemy hit.)

1d20

[TartoonHand94]

“Ung! After a day like this, I thought I'd be used to the stenches by now!” A grossed out Groose grunted, grabbing his gab and gagging.
“So, this is the Miller?” He squinted, giving an impression of being unimpressed. The truth was he was terrified: That scythe could shave off his pompadour in one swipe!

“Well we didn't come all this way just to look at you!” Groose gulped and battle cried. “-Did we? Because you're like the third ugliest thing I've seen today. And we've already slain the first two!” He turned his observation back into a battle cry, unsheathing his sword.

(2C4XgVKpp_1d20+1 Groose Dodge of The Miller's REAPING SWEEP! Success!)

“That was close!” Groose panted, narrowly saving his precious hair do. “Let's get closer!” He charged in to engage in close combat. His train of thought in this decision was with a scythe that big, close-ranged combat must not be as easy as extending.

(p_1d20+4 Grooseward Sword @ The Miller. Does 15% Damage.)
(p_1d20+4 Grooseward Sword @ The Miller. Does 15% Damage.)

He also wanted to leave a close personal gift before barrel-rolling back out of range.

(p_1d20+1 Groose's Bomb Flower @ The Miller. 25% Damage. If dodged this turn, can still explode the next turn.)


Groose
Damage: 0%
Status: Bomb Flower CD (4 turns left)1d20+1·1d20+4·1d20+4·1d20+1