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Fort Save against Stench: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Darcy puts his left hand up to his mouth as he tries to hold himself back from retching. He moves forward, but stays just out of melee to keep himself from getting in the way while he recovers. ![]()
Darcy absentmindedly attempts to straighten Misforstått's bow with the flat of his sword again, his eyes never leaving their new Pathfinder friend. Darcy takes out a cloth and begins wiping off his sword. He smiles. "I have to say; I've never killed a king. I think I might like to give it a try." He sheathes his sword. "I hope you don't mind, Mr. Forsend." ![]()
Darcy draws his sword as he moves up to the creature. Fort Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20 Fighting off the stench, he attempts to strike. Attack with Longsword: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9 Unfortunately, powering-through the stench took away enough focus that his attack suffered. Not at home right now, so I can't move him on the map. Please put Darcy in the square just east of the creature ![]()
Darcy holds his sword like a cane, tip in the ground. "We are making quick work of this, are we not? If Pathfinder missions are this simple, it is a wonder that more people do not give it a go." He notices Misforstatt's attempt at bowing and smiles. Darcy gently places the flat of his blade against the small of his back. "It is about the posture. You need to straighten your back out a tad." Darcy then sheathes his sword and gives a bow as an example, also directing it toward Sarephta. ![]()
Darcy begins wiping off the reptilian blood from his longsword with a handkerchief as the party notices the small electric lizard. "A strange creature." Darcy looks at his sword again, then back at the lizard. "I suppose if we must slay this creature, a more restrained approach might be appropriate." He frowns as he sheathes his sword and draws his bow. "Electrocution is most uncomfortable." ![]()
Darcy dashes into the room, light on his feet. He takes up a position in front of Sarephta. He turns his head slightly to look at her as he moves in. "My apologies, Lady. This is the best place to strike from. I shall remove myself shortly." He slashes at the reptilian humanoid facing Arthrax with an upward diagonal swing from foot to neck. Attack with Longsword: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Crit Confirmation Roll: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
If the other two dropped the first humanoid, then I have enough movement to reach the second one. ![]()
Back from the con now! Darcy enters as well. He moves with restrained precision, back straight. His sword and buckler are out. His eyes glance about the room behind his mask. Survival: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (4) + 0 = 4
He seems to have something on his mind, and thought his eyes pass over the room, what he sees just does not seem to register. ![]()
Darcy's mouth opens a little in surprise at how quickly the spider is dispatched, but he quickly returns to an unflappable stoicism, stowing his bow without a word. He places his hand back on his sheathed sword, and nods graciously at Misforstått. "These alchemical devices of yours are expediting our endeavor quite nicely." ![]()
Hot damn, that's a lot of posts already lol Darcy smiles as he sees Sarephta deftly hold off Misforstått, the mask covering the upper half of his face leaving the expression's meaning unknown. He absent-mindedly taps the scabbard of his sword against his boot. He nods at the dwarf. He speaks softly in perfect Taldane with no hint of a regional accent. "While the alchemical device likely roused the inhabitants of the tower already, we should take care to not broadcast more information." ![]()
DM Tiaburn wrote:
Hey, I'm dropping my application. Got into another PbP of this mod. Thank you anyways! |