The dart grazes Lambert's cheek, but none of them strike him down. The firecrackers go out. A psychotic grin creeps upon his face as he draws his bloodied dagger. I still have a chance.Metah Fore wrote:+4 vs Reflex
It is now Troy's turn!
The dart grazes Lambert's cheek, but none of them strike him down. The firecrackers go out. A psychotic grin creeps upon his face as he draws his bloodied dagger. I still have a chance.Metah Fore wrote:+4 vs Reflex
No more second chances for Lambert Graybairne. Lightning streaks across the room, hitting the halfling as he screams "BROTHER, AVENGE ME!"Troy Velasco wrote:Tendrils of lightning coil around Troy's arms and pool into stormy spheres within his hands. He launches two bolts of lightning out at the nearly dead halfling.
+4 vs Reflex
1d6 +4
Elisa runs off with four daggers and some thieves tools before you can search him, but that isn't what is important. Where is it.. where is it?! A cold sweat runs down the back of your neck. You find a valuable looking necklace with a semi-precious gemstone around his neck, but not what you are looking for. One of the other damned brothers must have it..Metah Fore wrote:Shyre wanders up to the now very dead halfling and kicks him over with her boot. She searches his corpse for either money, loot, or evidence of the other brothers and then drags his body outside to prepare for a future corpse bonfire. Afterwards she moves into the next room.
You beckon the horses, but they look at you with suspicion. One of them, however, makes a horse-shrug and walks your way while keeping one eye carefully on Troy. You find a name branded on to his thigh. It reads, "Captain Obvious". Who brands a horse's name on to his thigh?!Chance Gardyloo wrote:Elisa was just contemplating chasing down the fireflies again when a few horses bolt past her. Thinking it a wonderful game she decides to catch and corral them before they get too far.
Nature + a crazy high number that I can't look up right now cause my stupid computer won't load my character sheet.
Make a perception check!Metah Fore wrote:Everyone sort of looks at each other awkwardly deciding where to go next. With a shrug Shyre turns and walks upstairs.
Water drips from a framework of heavy beams above that look up into the night sky. Heavy chains descend from ancient pulleys into the yawning mouth of a mine shaft encased in a wooden railing. One chain suspends a cast iron ore skip, but the other descends into the darkness of the shaft. To the south, a balcony overlooks an ore chute into the shed below. To the north is the heavy, chain-wrapped drum of the mine’s old hoist.Metah Fore wrote:Perception +5
Dangling from the chains above is a small, darkTroy Velasco wrote:Upon seeing a statue of his fallen comrade, forever frozen in a look of terror; Troy's blood boils and he forgets any manner of subtly. This bastard dies tonight. He fires off another ball of light into the center of the room, with more force than necessary. His eyes search the room for the other halfling.
Perception: +1
The halfling stares right in to your eyes, and right through your soul. This is not how he dies.Troy Velasco wrote:A pool of water appears at Troy's feet and grows in size until a full wave is at his back. He concentrates all his energy on sending the wave upwards towards the dangling little bastard.
+6 vs Fort
1d6 +4
He's knocked prone.
The wave hits Finneus for 5 damage! His grip loosens, and he falls five feet before catching himself from plummeting to his death down the mine shaft.Dungeon Master Orange wrote:The halfling stares right in to your eyes, and right through your soul. This is not how he dies.Troy Velasco wrote:A pool of water appears at Troy's feet and grows in size until a full wave is at his back. He concentrates all his energy on sending the wave upwards towards the dangling little bastard.
+6 vs Fort
1d6 +4
He's knocked prone.
Second chances! Reroll the attack!