DM Dickie |
Sorry for delays, been super distracted, but at least that gave Vel some time to get back!
Bagit-bot Init: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Yamatin drops into a defensive crouch and backs up about thirty feet down the corridor before chanting a magical spell. A thick puddle of grease forms in the corridor between him and the heroes.
Castor Rasalhague |
Castor looked down at the puddle of grease, sighed, and pulled his pulsecaster, happy to have still had it on hand from loaning Bagit his jinncaster. He had no intention of needing to close the distance to hurt Yamatin
"You're under arrest!" Cas called after his shot, getting the order wrong and not particularly caring at the moment.
Drawing pulsecaster rifle and firing.
Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5
Frak! |
Frak! begins to radiate darkness as hostilities begin, and the little mote of Black floats into Frak!'s hand, then resolves itself into the shape of a blade. Satisfied, Frak! moves and then tries to leap over the oilslick.
Athletics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
Velocity Fairweather |
Velocity is a little shocked that she would be the one saying this, her pistol drawn aimed at the perpetrator. Like my friend said, you are under arrest. Ha imagine me saying that?
she takes a shot in the hopes to incapacitate him from running, after advancing closer.
attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4