Aldern Foxglove

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"How much will you give me for all of these scales?" I hate 60 lbs. as well.


I follow Ray'lyn, intent on mocking her religious beliefs, until I see where she's headed and decide to follow, remembering the scales I have as well.


"The target needs to be returned. Something seems impractical about this. It was much too easy, and not nearly as time consuming as I would have expected. We should return, but I think we should do it as swiftly as possible and send no word to the college until we arrive."


Turning to Jin, "We need to arrange transport for the target now. Advice?"


I eat from my pack.


"These are not the elves she is looking for."


"Oh, yes, money. It must have slipped my mind." I take the slave rings from the girls and slip them into my pocket.


"We must make camp or find a place to rest. I need to recreate my stock of explosives."


"Let's double time it!"


"DIE DIE DIE!" I throw a bomb at the Pack Master, and precisely aim it so no one gets hit with splash damage! Assuming I hit, of course.

To hit : 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

To hurt: 3d6 + 6 ⇒ (4, 6, 2) + 6 = 18


"FIRE ON THE GNOLL!" I shout as I through a bomb at the singed gnoll on G12.

Bomb to hit 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Damage 3d6 + 6 ⇒ (6, 3, 1) + 6 = 16

With my precise skill I cause no splash damage on myself.


I throw a bomb at H11, with my newly honed precise skills choose not to have splash damage hit myself or Jen...unless I miss of course.

Bomb Throw 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Damage 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (5, 4, 2) + 5 = 16

Splash Damage is 8


I move to H 12. Then wait.


I wait. I can't throw that far and I'm out of all combat extracts.


1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11


"I am carrying way too much shit..." I say as I rummage through all my pockets for absolutely nothing.


Will we make it back before sundown or should we make camp?