Noya Aurora Evangeline Bridget |
atk:Temple Sword: 1d20 ⇒ 19 Crit
atk:Kick: 1d20 ⇒ 20 Crit
dam:Temple Sword: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
dam:Kick: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
crit:Temple Sword: 1d20 ⇒ 6 Fail
crit:Kick: 1d20 ⇒ 18 Confirm
dam:Kick: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Noya Slices one in two as she punts another hard into a solid Oak that it splatters on.
Vaashti C'tan |
Seeing the strong woman setting into the furry things, Vaashti grips her morningstar tightly. After all, they did attack without provocation. Odds were good that if they came to, they would continue the assault. She swung at the remaining fuzzball.
1d20 ⇒ 18
1d8 ⇒ 8
Vaashti C'tan |
Vaashti shook her head and wondered what they were doing. First werewolves, and now fuzzballs. And still the children they had come looking for were missing. She approached the carcass that the things had been feeding on, hoping it wasn't one of the missing children.
perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Nummil Blueskin |
Nummil looks in shock at the remains of the dead bear. He'd read a lot about death and decay but all those words didn't really prepare him for reality.
"We can't be sure they killed it but it wouldn't surprise me if those critters actually took down a bear by themselves..."
Nummil takes a step backward and looks around to make sure there aren't any other creatures lurking nearby.
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Nummil Blueskin |
With an estranged look Nummil watched Vero for a second before shaking his head in confusion.
"Well, let's move on in case there's more of them."
Nummil looked at the others, not actually moving himself until someone else does too. He doesn't want to risk another nearly fatal clawing to the face.
Vaashti C'tan |
Vaashti was a little more alert as they pressed on, hoping to avoid any more trouble like the furry attackers. She looked over at Nero occasionally, but said nothing as they walked.
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Nummil Blueskin |
When everybody sets out again, Nummil walks with them. He feels a little bit responsible for their safety but also finds comfort in the protection they offer him with their swords and magic. The vicious attacks of the furballs earlier do we know what they are? have Nummil on the edge and he tries to pay attention to their surroundings as much as possible.
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Vaashti C'tan |
"Okay, sounds like a plan." Thinking about her appearance, Vaashti pulled her hood over her horns once more, though her tail still hung out from beneath the cloth.