Armistad's page

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

The oracle reaches into her pouch and holds her hand up to her mouth muttering something. All of a sudden a thick cloud of vapor obscures the blazing sun right above her like a misty mushroom suspended mid-air.

Armistad yells, LET ME GO SO I CAN HELP FIGHT THIS THING!

Armistad quickly takes his loaded sling and rockets a stone towards Thaane.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Sending the stone whizzing by his head.

Armistad begins some chant as he grabs three stones from his pouch and slips briefly into a trance before loding his sling.

Meanwhile, Silas returns fire.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20 Hitting the black-blooded freak.

1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 In the left shoulder, knocking him sideways.

The party is now within range to take action.

Armistad attempts to pierce it again.
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Armistad unleashes her spear upon the scorpion as she thrusts it towards the scorpion.
attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Me too replies the more solemn oracle.

The Mwangi oracle wist quickly away upstairs without saying anything.

A slow glance around the room will reveal that while eyes fall occasionally on the newly consigned, there is a Mwangi oracle or shaman standing in the corner focused intently upon the new hires.

the bolt just bounced off of his plating! Where's my sling? Why can't I ever find anything.

Armi aims his crossbow at the creature trying to grab him.

crossbow: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
damage: 1d8 ⇒ 3

initiative: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

I'll stay with Magali. Trouble always finds you in places like that, Silas.

Besides, my sling is missing. I must find it.

Silas, have th ou seen my pack? I have set it right here before the fight.
Armistad claims pointing at the spot where he took cover before the attack.

Armistad. Please to meet you. he says correcting Silas.

I count seven left! Armi yells as he jabs once more with his spear.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

I mean six! he adds enthusiastically as he impales a dog shooter.

Darius easily evades the sword strike.

1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16
1d10 ⇒ 10

The agile monk easily follows suit as the musket stock goes wide.

1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12
1d10 ⇒ 6

The musket stock is swung erratically and misses Arm who is checking over on his friend's progress.

He notices a gnoll drawing a shortsword to attack Darius.
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Armistad rushes out with a spear of his own after doing a double-take as a female monk led the charge against the vicious beasts.

spear: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

We're going to die here!

1d100 ⇒ 65

Armistad lays a hand upon Silas while rattling off some Mwangi incantation.

1d6 ⇒ 5

Armistad stretches forth his hand and calls upon his ancestors to bring a great cloud of mist to grant them temporary reprieve. instead, a quick poof of water vapor burst s forth.

Unimaginable!

1d100 ⇒ 24

How in the Nine Hells did dog men get firearms anyway? They are so expensive.

HP 8/10

Great name by the way!

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

A spear comes sailing in at Armistad's head.

AAHHHHHH! MY EAR! Armistad cries out in pain.

They are making a shield around me as we speak, but you...you're on your own.

Armistad aims carefully at the closest gnoll reloading his musket and fires.

light crossbow: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
damage: 1d8 ⇒ 3

We're in trouble again aren't we Silas? Every time I listen to you, I end up in a mess.