Swatting away at the dust, Boris attempts to turn the tengu into a pancake. ”Do! Not! Hurt! Me! And! My! Friends!”
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Zanderel speaks a word to summon a shield around himself. He then drains his bonded item to repeat the incantation that teleports him across the field.
Zanderel generates a zone of diminished atomic excitement to free the onrushing demon disguised as a bison. Then he places more distance between himself and the demons, just in case.
Puddins tries to rouse her sword-sister.
Daehalya steps forward to strike at the lightning naga. She then steps back toward Onye's protection.
Puddins calls out to Gorum to save her sword-sister and then summons an invisible shield.
Ezgara utters a non-sensical complaint his situation a non-sensical argument explaining why standing behind Onye and Daehalya is the strategically sound plan before unleashing lightning on the two fiends. All while providing no thanks for Onye distracting the demon's tail while ironically decrying the lack of appreciation for his own interventions.
Jackobi backs away from the clawing ghouls and channels power into Vengeance.
Vengeance tries to take a bite out of the ghoul before him.
We flipped pages and it's been a minute, but Octogon would have provoked Zaighar's AOO with an attack roll total of 20 for 7 bludgeoning and magic damage.
Abebe advances toward the ruffian who shanked Toasty and whips vine-like appendages at him.
Tiber makes the rounds in the senate exterior discussing the various breeding lines of famous horses. Bot-Actions:
Swirzs-bot flies in an evasive arc, turning around to face the Honorbound at medium range.
Swirzs-bot tries to out jockey the vesk pilot.
Swirzs-bot puts the vesk's honor to the test. He evasively flies around to an open space that will force them out into the open in order to fire as well if they adhere to the agreed upon restrictions.
Swirzs-bot flies in an evasive loop to face the corridor that the vesk ship will be forced down.
Swarzs-bot maneuvers around the asteroid field, forcing the vesk ship to enter into the supernatural mine-field or perform some risky maneuvers.
Swirzs-bot engages the engines.
Sam-bot steps forward and stabs at the green-vested thug.
Sam-bot rushes to the defense of the old woman and, with an elaborate spin, tries to stab the thug in the red vest.
Sigamus-bot considers the silvery material.
Sigamus-bot inspects the two goblins. "Hold still for medical examination," he instructs the goblins.
I-5 steps forward and slashes at the assassin with his longsword. Solar energy continues to infuse him.
Raia-bot releases another barrage of arcane missiles.
Raia-bot casts invisibility and moves across the storage room. "Quig's right," she says back over the communicator after she has taken cover behind a crate.
Navasi-bot says, "The the big one on the ground!" She shoots at that goblin to emphasize her point.
Obozaya-bot advances into range and obliges Navasi-bot by firing at the same goblin.
*Click Click* Obozaya-bot moves forward and fires his rifle and misses his goblin target.
Raia-bot moves through the command center and onto the catwalk.
Quig-bot says, "I can unlock the door to the catwalk. That might give us a tactical advantage." The LED indicator over the opposite door turns from red to green.
Navasi-bot uses Inspiring Boost on Quig.
Iseph-bot moves from behind the crates and attempts a trick shot.
Borgobago fails to see the operative until it is too late and the charged blast strikes him in one of his beefy necks.
Quig-Bot says, "I think I could fix this mainframe, if you like."
Quig-Bot sneaks onto the catwalk and takes a look at the magnetic lock. He pulls out his tools and quickly detaches the retinal scanner from the wall.
Quig-Bot does something that hardly looks like anything at all, and the doors open.
Click-click Whirr! Outside the scope of this scenario.
Bzzt! Click! Click! So overwhelmed!
Bzzt! Click Click
Obozaya Gunner:
*Click Bzzz* Navasi aids the Science Officer. What? No Science Officer? Wrrt!
Obozaya-bot fires the forward particle beam using the computer assist at the goblin junker directly in front of you.
*Bzzz Whrrt!* Bot on standby.
The metal spider rotates its crystal lens towards Eoran. *Brzzt!* *Fwee*
The metal spider reaches out with two legs and a rag and applies pressure to the wound. *click* *whirr-rr?*
I am your Bot. Please don't use me. I serve your GM by calculating your initiatives and bulk perception checks. If you know that you'll need my services, please inform your GM. I am not clever or smart, and I will eventually make mistakes. These mistakes--while hopefully rare--might result in your character's death. If your party needs your combat actions, a skill check, or (in rare circumstances) a saving throw, in order to progress, and you have not posted within 24 hours of the start of the round or the event prompting a skill check or saving throw, I will activate the bot on your behalf. Seriously, though, if there's an emergency or some other barrier to your posting, I will try my best for you, but PbP games are like sharks. They need to keep moving.
I am your Bot. Please don't use me. I serve your GM by calculating your initiatives and bulk perception checks. If you know that you'll need my services, please inform your GM. I am not clever or smart, and I will eventually make mistakes. These mistakes--while hopefully rare--might result in your character's death. If your party needs your combat actions, a skill check, or (in rare circumstances) a saving throw, in order to progress, and you have not posted within 24 hours of the start of the round or the event prompting a skill check or saving throw, I will activate the bot on your behalf. Seriously, though, if there's an emergency or some other barrier to your posting, I will try my best for you, but PbP games are like sharks. They need to keep moving.
An iron, spider-like construct crawls out of Zinnifen's backpack. Two tiny doors slide open on its back and dragonfly wings made of copper piping and a thin vellum unfold. The wings beat at a furious pace and the construct begins to hover clumsily in the air. *Click-click*
*click-whirr* |