Age of Ashes (Team Alseta)

Game Master Delta Arena

Zeldones and everyone else who speaks Goblin can make a small part of the conversation.

"Oh, that's great! I never learned that language myself..." Netkin whispers back to Zeldones. "What are they saying?"

While Netkin was examining the insignias, Cerrus spoke about what he remembered after consulting his tome. "From what I seeing from my notes, Hellknights view their insignia very highly, almost as a sacred symbol of sorts. I can't explain why members would leave these behind; they normally take great precautions for them."

When Resa brought the group's attention to the noises in another room, Cerrus turns his focus to that task. "Zeldones, should you go first since you can speak to them?" With that suggestion in mind, Cerrus makes way for Zeldones to move to the front.

Which of the voices sound like goblins, and which sound like halflings?

"It's an argument. Someone wants a guide into the dungeon below the Citadel, and someone else is refusing."

Hey, my post last night was my 44,000th to the boards. No intervention needed <g>.

"So they need a guide, we could do that. Why do we not offer and be respectful to those who do live here? What harm could be in that?" Resa queries to those gathered close by, keeping her voice low

"Hmmm. How much of the underground structure is on Cerrus' map? We might not know what lives there, but we'd at least know something of the layout."

It sounds like the one demading to see the dungeons beneath the citadel is the halfling, and you do notice some concern on the other voices.

***

According to the information in your tome there is also an underground complex underneath the citadel.

There is no map, but the notes suggest there is a main hall connected to a central hub and rooms set up in two wings, with one wing being set up for habitation and the other one being set up for mortuary purposes. There is also a suggestion that there might be a second undeground level undearneath very similar to the first.

"Another halfling," Netkin mulls it over. Suddenly, he gasps. "... Do you think it might be the arsonist we're looking for?! Oh Gods."

Cerrus consults his tome quickly, finding the earmarked page about the citadel. "Not exactly a map, just a paragraph of notes describing the layout of the rooms beneath ground. Possibly two floors in total."

Hearing that this argument is between goblins and a halfling, Cerrus concurs with Netkin. "It's likely not a coincidence that our trek into this citadel finds us on the path of a halfling. We may not want to help them, especially if they are making demands the goblins are refusing."

Turning to Zeldones, Cerrus gestures to indicate that he should lead the way into the next room. "I believe you have the best chance at leading diplomatic efforts, assuming this situation is salvageable."

Zeldones smiles a little nervously. "Confronting an arsonist magician and a band of unhappy goblins. Nothing to it!" It might have been easier to skip this and jump straight to the uncomfortable family drama...no, this is still better. He approaches the door and knocks.

Ardoinel nods at the conversation.

"It seems the gods smile on us today, then. We've aimed high, planned well, now let's strike while the iron is hot," he says to Zeldones.

He waits for the response to their...surprisingly polite intrusion into the conversation.

As Zeldones knocks on the iron gates to the courtyard, the growl turns into a roar, followed be the sound of mighty jaws snapping together. The conversation between the Goblins and the Halfling stops and you can hear a few screams from startled Goblins.

The roar and the snapping jaws sound significantly closer than the voices speaking in goblin.

Resa, being close to the door has her long ear pressed against it, a soft clang from her many piercings heard as she comes back and tells the group, if it was not obvious " We seem to have some type of beast on the other side of the door. Perhaps we can look through and perhaps feed it something, and then take care of our arsonist? That would make the most sense to me. Unless Netkin this is some family member, then you perhaps should take lead dealing with them." Her words were soft, a strange focus on her face as she never did fully look away from the door. She had her star knife out ready incase something burst through it.

Netkin stares at Resa with an unsettled look on his face. "Why would it be some family member? I live alone with my grandma... And there are plenty of halflings out there!"

He sighs. "I have some more jerky..." He hands some meat from his own rations to the elven woman.

Ardoinel listens to the sound of the roar, trying to figure out want manner of beast they were dealing with.

Recall Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

It could be nearly anything, he decides, so without seeing the dratted thing he hasn't a damn clue.

"From what the halfling just said, the creature belongs to the goblins. The halfling doesn't think much of it, whatever it is. It sounds like we'd have to go through it to get to them. I also don't think they heard me knocking." The human scratches the back of his head uncertainly. "Cerrus, do you know if there's a back way? That--whatever it is--doesn't sound friendly, and the Bumblebrashers probably wouldn't like us killing their pet."

More terrified screams reach you, along with another roar in response.

Ardoinel may not understand the words, but he hears the fear easily enough.

"We need to move, now!"

He attempts to open the gate.

Is it locked?

The door is unlocked and opens up easily. In front of you a short flight of stairs leads down to an open-air courtyard surrounded by imposing octagonal walls. A few errant milkweeds and tufts of crabgrass protrude from the cracked cobblestone flooring. The ground to the west is sunken in, creating a natural pool of fetid rainwater. To the north, the battlementshave partially collapsed into a huge mound of stone and wooden rubble, under which some sort of reptilian creature has been crushed. The top half of a flight of wooden stairs rises up to the battlements above the collapsed section of the walls. A thick rope dangles down to within a few feet of the top of the rubble pile, affixed with a grappling hook to the lower portion of the stairs. On the ground near the rubble pile and the colapse stairs lay several crude swords, bows and arrows.

On the other side of the courtayard, scraping at the top of the rubble pile, there is a growling, dragon-like creature. The creature does not look pleased, opening its mouth towards the battlements above, hoping for food to drop down into its mouth.

The battlements above stand 25 ft. above the courtyard’s ground, and are cornered by cicular watchtowers. To the southwest, the reddish smoke of a bonfire rises slowly to the sky. While the shouts from the goblins and the halfling are centered to the northeast. There are a few goblins on the battlements, as well as a halfling man holding another goblin at the knifepoint. It is clear that these are the two parties arguing in goblin.

I have mark in red on the map where the encounter would trigger. If you advance you can position your characters there or before that point for your initial positions.

Resa nods absently at Netkin, her eyes focused on the dragon creature. Such a prize would really be worth talking on, and would surely impress her friends. If she was able to take it out, maybe she could get some gold for it, maybe something good. It was a dragon right? And that meant maybe she can stay and eat

" Netkin, your family is strange, and you are my favorite. Please do not turn out like them. Holding innocent goblins at dragon maw is rude I feel. Let us solve this." And with that Resa will rush forward towards the dragon creature, star knife ready to stab deep in it.

"I told you, we're not from the same family - except perhaps in a metaphorical way..."

Netkin quits his plaintive protesting when Ardoinel urges the group forward. With no option to back away, he once more puts away the useless jerky, and steps in the courtyard.

"Wow," he whispers under his breath when he spots the dragon-like creature. Netkin's eyes widen, and though he keeps clear of the beast, he can't keep his eyes off it. He's seen drawings of dragons in books, of course. Plenty of them, and some of them very realistic. But to see one up close...

Arcana: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24 Identify the creature?

There's some commotion on top of the battlements, he notices distractedly. He looks up to see one goblin in something of a pickle, and visibly at the mercy of a halfling's blade. Perhaps this was the arsonist they were looking for? He certainly didn't look friendly.

He snaps back to what is happening just in front of him - that is to say, Resa moving to the dragon with murder in her eyes. "Wait! Are you sure this is the priority?" he points to the battlements. "It doesn't seem like it can reach them!"

Cerrus can't understand the back and forth in goblin, but, like Ardoinel, he does understand the screams. "We don't have time to look for another way in. We need to help the goblins."

Cerrus forms up behind Ardoinel as he opens the gate, sword and tome in hand. To the group, he calls out "Let's do what we were sent here to do!"

"It can't reach them, but he can toss one of them down there," Ardoinel says looking up at the gathering on the battlement. "And it looks like that's his intention. Let's go!"

He marches out by Netkin to protect him, banging his rapier's pommel against his buckler to get the dragon's attention.

"HEY! YOU WANT A MEAL?! COME AND GET US!"

After bypassing the unhelpful bugbear hermit, Ellaeaanda silently follows the party, as if in an unobservant trance. Only when Resa charges headlong into battle does she rouse from her dreamy state.

“The spark we seek threatens murder for mysteries below.” With bow in hand she advances through the door and flicks her gaze upwards at the halfling before dropping her violet eyes to assess the roaring dragon-like beast. “The root must be cleansed before we can reach the crown.”

Perception on halfling: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 8 + 1 = 22

Resa, I hope you don't mind that I've moved your token to match the action described in your post. Please feel free to reposition her if what I've done does not match your intent.

Netkin It is most unusual, but you have seen this creature in books. It is a Grauladon or “Mud Drake,” a distant offshoot of dragons. They are generally found in tropical swamps and jungles, where they make their dens in fetid ponds and shallow shores. There, they will hunt more than they can eat, guard the corpses of their prey, and scavenge it little by little as the meat rots. Some say that their breath is so foul that it can make people sick.

***

Resa based on his height, and his body physical condition, it makes sense that the size of his feet and the preassure created by his steps would leave the tracks you followed outside the town. Not only that, but he is not alone, hidding in the half-collapse tower is one of his fire elementals. Fortunately, he seems hesitant about killing the goblin in his hands, but he is fidgeting, and near the end of his limited patience.

***

The Grauladon turns around with heavy steps to face towards you, its eyes focusing directly on Ardoinel. It growls at the clang of the rapier hitting the buckler.

Ardoinel’s Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Cerrus’s Initiative: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Ellaeaanda’s Initiative: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Netkin’s Initiative: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Resa’s Initiative: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Zeldones’ Initiative: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Ardoinel and Resa you can take take your turns. Then, after the Grauladon, you can all go together as usual.

Ardoinel closes his eyes and begins banging the pommel of his sword on his shield in rhythm with a dwarven forge chant. As he does, the air begins to shimmer with heat, and puffs of smoke begin coming from his mouth with each word. Then he points his sword at the drake and shouts "לשרוף!", and as if on command, the shimmer flows and roils towards it, scales and flesh beginning to smolder.

2 Actions: Ardoinel casts ignition!

Ignition: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 102d4 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7

Then he coughs some ash and readies his buckler for the creature's likely angry response.

1 Action: Raise a Shield

Resa takes her movement up to the dragon-like creature, and hoping she was first to strike, goes to target a weak spot on the knees. She can only get one attack off however, but tries her best to attack the monster. It does seem to be terrorizing the locals.

to hit: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
damage of sneak if allowed: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Ardoinel
The flames glance off of the scales of the grauladon, leaving it intact.

Resa
A sudden move from the grauladon’s legs makes you miss the weak spot you were going for, and your starknife strikes flat against one of the creature’s scales.

Ignoring Resa, the creature moves towards the Dwarf with heavy steps. As it approaches, it turns slightly sideways and swings its tail.

With the wide, powerful, swing of its tale, it sweeps both Ardoinel and Cerrus off their feet.

Ardoinel and Cerrus are now Prone.

Action Breakdown: Stride*x2 and Body Slam* (Targets all adjacent creatures).

You can all take your turns now.

Zeldones summons the chilling cold he used against the elementals, sending it against the mud drake and capturing the last few shreds of magic with a wave of his left hand. With a controlled breath, the power fills his body.

Cold damage: 2d4 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7

Casting frostbite; DC 15 basic Fort save or take 7 HP cold damage. Then activating arcane cascade stance.

Ellaeaanda calls out a preemptive warning to the halfling above. “Death begets death. Your blade spills no blood but your own.” Hoping that these words will stay any violence against the goblin being held at knifepoint, she turns her attention to the grauladon.

Devise a Strategem*: 1d20 ⇒ 8

She skirts around the perimeter of the room, to a corner where her longbow is not so hampered by close quarters, but her sight foresees that an ally’s action will interfere with her attack, so she instead warns her companions by pointing out the hidden fire elemental.

Devise a Strategem*, Stride*, Point Out*

"Oh, don't get too close to it - too late," Netkin finishes his sentence lamely.

He takes a few steps back, getting dangerously closer to the pool of water, and quickly assesses his options. Cerrus and Ardoinel both are right next to the graudalon, but they're also knocked down, and if the creature strikes again...

He reaches for the bottled lightning with trembling hands. "Alright, deep breaths, deep breaths..." He aims for the creature's left front paw.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11 If hit, the Gradaulon is Flat-Footed for the next round
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5 +1 Splash Damage

Stride, Interact, Strike

Cerrus is caught off guard by the agility of the drake and ends up laying on the dirt before he can react. Cerrus quickly jumps up to his feet again and quickly assesses the creature for a weak point.

Exploit Vulnerability: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Strike: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Damage w/ Implement's Empowerment: 1d8 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 2 = 9

More damage depending on EV result.

Mechanics: Stand, Exploit Vulnerability, Strike

After getting the wind (and the ash) knocked out of him, Ardoinel scrabbles back up, takes a stab at the drake and gets his shield between him and the creature's jaws.

1: Stand. 2: Strike. 3: Raise a Shield

Strike!: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 131d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Zeldones

The grauladon seems doesn't seem to be too bothered by the cold arround it.

Ellaeaanda
The halfling up above seems to hesitate and shakes his head. ”What’s happening now?! Who are you people?!”

The grauladon strikes you as fairly well defended, with thick scales and no noticeable weaknesses. It also seems pretty alert but not terribly fast. No weaknesses but its lowest Save is Reflex.

Netkin
The vial of bottled lightning arcs too wide, breaking on the tail of the grauladon. The electricity arcs lazily only across its tail. It misses but it takes the splash damage… IDK if Cerrus and Ardoinel take splash damage since the Player Core contradicts the GM Core on that. I’ll post the quotes in discussions.

Cerrus
Theorizing that it is a fresh water creature, you spill some salt water on your blade, hoping that it might affect the graudalon. You then trace the patterns over your weapon with your tome and strike at it. But the scales on the creature makes your blade bounce back. No weaknesses, in fact it seems like the creature is wide awake. It is immune to the Paralyzed and Sleep conditions.

Ardoinel
Once again, the scales of the mud drake are too strong for the weapon to go through and harm it.

Fairly unlucky round as far as strikes are concerned.

Netkin blinks in disbelief when his vial - and his friends' blades - ricochet off the graudalon's tail. "All right then," he mutters to himself, foraging in his bag for a tanglefoot bag. "Let's see if it can stay in one place... Hopefully while we run away..."

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

"Erm. Guys. Are you sure we can take it?" he calls out to Cerrus and Ardoinel hesitantly. "It seems tough..." If he notices the halfling calling out to them, he's obviously distracted by the threat right in front of the party.

He takes out more reagents as he speaks, and begins tinkering with them. Exactly none of the substances he's manipulating look safe. Making an Alchemist's Fire (lesser)

Interact, Strike, Quick Alchemy

Netkin blinks in disbelief when his vial - and his friends' blades - ricochet off the graudalon's tail. "All right then," he mutters to himself, foraging in his bag for a tanglefoot bag. "Let's see if it can stay in one place... Hopefully while we run away..."

[dice=Attack]1d20+4

"Erm. Guys. Are you sure we can take it?" he calls out to Cerrus and Ardoinel hesitantly. "It seems tough..." If he notices the halfling calling out to them, he's obviously distracted by the threat right in front of the party.

He takes out more reagents as he speaks, and begins tinkering with them. Exactly none of the substances he's manipulating look safe. Making an Alchemist's Fire (lesser)

Interact, Strike, Quick Alchemy

Oh, sorry, I should've said, it's still Resa's turn before the graudalon gets a chance to act.

I wasn't sure and didn't wanna act if it wasn't.

Resa curses softly her luck, her ears flattening back as she growls before launching herself at the creature to attack its weak points again, now with friends backing her up and the creature hopefully being trapped by the bag thrown at it.

to hit: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
damage plus sneak: 1d4 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 4 + (6) = 11

Resa
Either the stench of the creature is distracting everyone around it, or the scales in its body are too strong for your weapons,but the starknife fails to go through once again.

Did you throw the star knife or did you move up to it to strike? [ooc]

***

Graudalon
Surrounded and angry, the mud drake doesn’t hesitate to spin around, swinging its tale with it.

Sweeping hard with its tail, the Graudalon manages to knock Ardoinel, Cerrus and Resa [ooc] if you moved to strike [ooc] off their feet once again.

With its opponents now vulnerable, it decides to go fully on the offensive, attempting to bit Ardoinel and hit Cerrus with its tail.

Laying on the floor makes it easy the mud drake to take a large, painful bite out of Ardoinel.

Fortunately for Cerrus, the graudalon would have to twist its body to much to land a hit with its tail while biting at Ardoinel.

[ooc] Action Breakdown: Body Slam*, Strike*x2

***

You can all take your turns again. Netkin, if you want to stick to your original plan, I’ll count your post as is. Otherwise, feel free to post a new set of actions if anything changes.

Ardoinel, Cerrus, and potentially Resa, you are Prone.

May the RNG favour you this round.

I moved to attack, gotta get flank somehow.

Resa picks herself up off the ground, the dirt smeared across her and she seems aggravated with this whole thing. She wanted to kill a dragon Desna bless it, not roll around in mud. She would have to shower after this, and who knew where the baths where! She stabs at the creature again, hoping to stab it to death with her friends.

to hit: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
damage: 1d4 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 4 + (1) = 6
to hit: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
damage: 1d4 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 4 + (6) = 14

Yep, I'm sticking to my plan!

Buoyed by the magic flowing through him, Zeldones speeds around the graulodon to stand beside Resa. He incants another spell as he executes a graceful kata, wisps of fire and frost forming around one hand, then punches the drake.

Spellstrike with ignition, hopefully vs. off-guard AC: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Damage, if applicable, including 3 HP cold damage from the stance and 2d4 HP fire damage from the cantrip: 1d6 + 1 + 3 + 2d4 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 3 + (4, 1) = 11

“Like a turtle this grauladon is,” Ellaeaanda comments casually on the beast’s seemingly impenetrable scales. Her eyelids flutter briefly as she gazes into the creature, to foresee a vision of its immediate future.

Devise a Stratagem*: 1d20 ⇒ 18

This time the elf sees fate’s favor. She smoothly nocks and releases an arrow, firing it cleanly at an exposed spot where there’s a gap between the scales.
Strike*: Attack roll (using Int) is 18+7=25

Damage (piercing): 1d8 ⇒ 3Strategic Strike (precision damage): 1d6 ⇒ 6

Then she readies another arrow but waits, watching Cerrus closely, to time a shot that will distract the beast from Cerrus’s next attack.

Actions: Devise Strategem, Strike, prepare to help
Reaction: Aid. Trigger: Cerrus attacks

Ardoinel roars in pain as the drake bites him. Almost immediately his vision begins swimming with smoke and sparks, and for a moment the grauladon looks like the monstrous shadow from his dreams.

"No! Nonononono! Not this day...not yet!"

He clambers to his feet and rushes back towards the wall, trying to put as much distance between him and this monster as possible.

1: Stand. 2: Stride.

He begins muttering a prayer to Yuelral and presses a poultice to the most prominent his wound, healing energy surging from it to make it spread across the rest of the wound.

3: 1-Action heal on myself.

Heal: 1d8 ⇒ 2

Netkin
The bag you threw smashes on the side of the graudalon, covering it on the sticky substance. As it spreads, it begins to pull on the graudalon’s limbs, making it more and more difficult for it to move around. -10ft speed for the graudalon [/b]

Resa
After a couple of attempts, you find the opening, striking hard at the mud drake where its hind leg meets its body. You strike hard and fast, stabbing deep with the starknife.

Zeldones
The variations in temperature seem to weaken the scales of the graudalon, making them brittle enough for your strike to break a few of them off its hide.

Ellaeaanda
You see the moment before it happens, you shoot your arrow just before the graudalon lifts its leg, revealing a gap close to its belly. The arrow flies through, piercing the creature.

[ooc] It does have a pseudo breath weapon that it can use as a reaction. The graudalon has such a bad breath that it can use it to make creatures sick on a 15ft cone, but it deals no damage.

Ardoinel
The small relieve comes to your wounds, you know its not going to be enough but it’ll keep you standing.

***

Can Cerrus take the injured mud drake down before it can cause any more harm? Cerrus, you are up before the graudalon.

With a audible grunt, Cerrus stands to his feet again. His eyes meet Ellaeaanda's for a moment and he quickly realizes her plan. Tightening his grip on his sword, Cerrus attempts to time his strike with Ellaeaanda's attempt to distract.

Strike: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Damage w/ Implement's Empowerment and Personal Antithesis: 1d8 + 3 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 2 + 2 = 14

Strike #2: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
Damage w/ Implement's Empowerment and Personal Antithesis: 1d8 + 3 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 2 + 2 = 15

Mechanics: Stand, Strike, Strike

Cerrus
Ellaeaanda’s arrow flies near the graudalon’s nostrils, making it turn its head, exposing the mud drakes head to Cerrus. Unfortunately, the graudalon’s horns and other protrusions are long and hard enough to protect it from Cerrus’ assault.

Graudalon
Covered in sticky goo, the graudalon shakes itself forcefully.

Having shook the substance slowing it down, it spins around once again, knocking its opponents off their feet.

And then it uses its momentum slams the fallen Cerrus with its tail, crushing him against the Ground.

You can all take your turn

Zeldones rolls easily to his feet, circles around the drake to flank it with Resa, and punches it again.

Fist of frost: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

This time he's rather less successful. Although he's setting up Resa--go for it!

With an eerie calmness Ellaeaanda watches as Ardoinel retreats, tending to grievous wounds that are still less deadly than those suffered by the dying thaumaturge. “Death calls. Who shall answer?” She gazes blankly into unrealized possibilities.

Devise a Stratagem*: 1d20 ⇒ 16

She sees pain for the beast, focused as it is on the prone human and vulnerable to her attack. An arrow slides out of her quiver, a bowstring twangs, and a metal arrowhead pierces the graudalon’s neck.

Strike*: Attack roll (using Int) is 16+7=23
Damage (longbow+strategic strike): 1d8 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + (4) = 8

In a hurry to finish off the creature so that they can save Cerrus, she foregoes the time needed for her sight and immediately fires a second arrow that lands well wide.
2nd Strike*: 1d20 ⇒ 7longbow damage: 1d8 ⇒ 2

to hit with starknife: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
to damage with starknife: 1d4 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 4 + (3) = 9

to hit with starknife: 1d20 ⇒ 16
to danage with starknife: 1d4 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 4 + (2) = 10

Resa, hoping the switch in tactics will cause the creature to be off guard as she stands from the ground, attacks with her starknife again. Coupled with flanking and the benefits from the arrows, perhaps this will kill the beast

With a grimace, Cerrus falls to the ground again after missing his attacks again. He stands and strikes again, hoping for better results this time.

Strike #1: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Damage w/ Implement's Empowerment and Personal Antithesis: 1d8 + 3 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 2 + 2 = 10

Strike #2: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Damage w/ Implement's Empowerment and Personal Antithesis: 1d8 + 3 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 2 + 2 = 12

Mechanics: Stand, Strike, Strike