Pollux Wardroxan |
Pollux slept in today. The city, bustling and brimming with noises and people, had woken up long before he did, and had not been kind enough to wake him up with it. After an extraordinary feat of willpower he finally climbed out of bed and greeted the eastern sun now creeping its way above him. He started his morning routine as usual: push-ups, slightly burned toast, and prayers to his God. "We all fall short." Pollux would often find himself repeating as he carried out his duties. A cool bath and fifteen minutes later he was walking out into the streets to join the rest of the crowd.
Clydwell Plaza
He arrived with apple in hand, given to him by a vendor whose gaze tended to stray toward Pollux's chest rather than his eyes. It was an interesting feat, made all the more weird by the fact that Pollux was shorter than the man. Not two feet from the door he spotted his table mates, and even began to approach them until his eyes fell on Kyra. Her stunning visage, a lure to most men, instead had the opposite effect on him and he turned to walk away. Or into someone.
Pollux stumbled, having caught someone's foot under his. His recovery found him looking directly into a set of amber eyes rounded by orange fur. As he finished he looked from the eyes to find a young girl with a rather large marking plastered on her face. "Terribly clumsy of me to have stepped on your boot." he says matter-of-factly. He remembers seeing her at the Inn, "Ahh! You were at the bar when the half-fiend decided to show out. Good riddance to he and those of his ilk, I'd say." his face contorts into a haughty smile as he says this and then he looks on.
"Well little miss. I am Pollux of Elider. Who, if I may ask, are you?"
GM Striker |
A long an low blast from a horn echo over the plaza. The entrants let loose a flurry of arrows arcing into their targets. Some fly strait and true other fall short or over shoot the targets.
Please roll 5 ranged attacks
Xaivan Slingblade |
Arrow: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Arrow: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Arrow: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Arrow: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Arrow: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
If target is within 30 feet adjust by +1 to the above.
Ce-Eshna Lightfoot |
Shot 1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Shot 2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Shot 3: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Shot 4: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Shot 5: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Each shot is followed by a short snippet of song, as Ce-Eshna tries to will the arrows into that target and sings to the wind to aid her.