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M dwarf HP:11 | AC: 16/12/14 | F:+3 R:+4 W:0 | Init:+4 | Percep:+4 | lvl 1 brawler (steelbreaker)
![]() Camlin moves to engage the zombie in hand-to-hand. 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 5 + 1 = 17 for possible 1d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 1 = 8 "Can you tell what kind of metal the canister is made of?" Camlin yells at Garox. ![]()
M dwarf HP:11 | AC: 16/12/14 | F:+3 R:+4 W:0 | Init:+4 | Percep:+4 | lvl 1 brawler (steelbreaker)
![]() Camlin moves forward in a defensive crouch. "Ok, that thing just moved! Never having fought anything made of stone, Camlin isn't sure how to take on this thing. Hopefully he can distract it while his companions attack. ![]()
M dwarf HP:11 | AC: 16/12/14 | F:+3 R:+4 W:0 | Init:+4 | Percep:+4 | lvl 1 brawler (steelbreaker)
![]() Well don't this just beat all...Jamlin better be right about working for the Society...not sure I can stand another night as some spoiled nobleman's baby sitter. A rough looking dwarf (rough even by dwarven standards) enters the room. His nose shows years of being broken, his face a mask of scar tissue and old healed injuries. He carries himself as if ready to pounce on an unseen attacker. He makes his way to a corner of the room and listens to the mission details. |