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Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

"What do you mean? Where?"

Jane can't see anything, but if Bos did, it might be worth a double check. Picking a piece of cloth, she helps him remove some of the dust.

Jane also gets inside the new room, slashing at the remaining cultist.

Cutlass, Inspired Rage: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Damage, IR: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Her thirst for blood, however, makes her strike a second too early.

Jane throws a quick slash at the one who's trying to climb up to her, inspired by the song to unleash butchery and gore.

AoO vs Red (Inspired Rage): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Damage (Inspired Rage): 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Crit?: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Extra Damage?: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

With eyes gleaming red she runs down one of the side stairs and towards the northern door in search of more enemies.

Alright, I'm totally lost. I don't know what cultists a re actually there and what don't, and I don't know who are you guys are attacking.

Jane advances through the door and stands beside Krugga, waiting and watching for more demons.

Because I guess the demon before the door is not there, right?

"I'd say if this guy's friends are there" Jane says, pointing at the place, "we could just go and kick their ass, so we save time. But as you wish. We can always come back to say hi."

"Uhm... I was... Swinging on a rope..." Yeah, the situation is quite weird, but in any case her hard life has taught her to focus on here and now. Here and now, she's in a strange place with demon-like creatures and strange guys who seem friendly enough, at least for now, so she'll have to adapt.

"Let's get outta here. I have a ship to board."

She knows other civilized people would be amazed and horrified at the sight of someone like the one who just talked - a hobgoblin if she's not mistaken. She, though, had been with crews strange enough to be used to it.

"Jane."

Uhm...

Does the "weapons with 20 crit range now have 19-20" rule apply to spells?

Walking up and not being in the ship is weird enough, given she was there when she went to sleep in his hammock. But what she finds here...

Out of pure instinct, she tries to reach her blade, and actually unsheathes it, but not knowing who's who and why - or even what - makes her ace a bit more cautiously. Opening her hand and pointing at one random opponent - probably one of those demonic things - she produced a splash of acid that travels to its face.

Acid Splash: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22 Touch
Damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

crit?: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22 Touch
Damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

crit crit?: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 Touch
Damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Sure, I can join. It's a bit messy for me to play there, but if we're using it for discussion I'll be fine :)

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