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LN | Forge Dwarf | Abjurer Wizard 1 HP 19/19 | AC 14 (15 with mage armor)| F +6 R +4 W +7 | Perc +5 | Stealth +1 Speed 20'| Hero 1/3 | Active Conditions: - | Prepared spells: Level 1 - Grease - Magic Missile - Mage Armor
![]() Player name (or how you want it displayed): Dokramuh
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CN (male) Elf (Woodland) Rogue 1 HP 14/16 | AC 18 | F +5 R +9 W +6 | Perc +6 | Stealth +7 | Speed 30'| Hero 0/3 | Active Conditions: -
![]() Erathiel sprints towards the bear and attacks twice using circular motions. attack 1: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Erathiel missed a step in his stance and was just shy of hitting the bear. Nice to know y'all ![]()
CN (male) Elf (Woodland) Rogue 1 HP 14/16 | AC 18 | F +5 R +9 W +6 | Perc +6 | Stealth +7 | Speed 30'| Hero 0/3 | Active Conditions: -
![]() "Come on, Kornel. This isn't even the worst storm this month!" Erathiel is visibly bleeding, so much so that one of his eyes is completely drenched from the cut in his forehead. The elf takes two deep breaths and closes his other eye as he stands a few meters from the entrance. He ducks his head and starts running. reflex save: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29 ![]()
CN (male) Elf (Woodland) Rogue 1 HP 14/16 | AC 18 | F +5 R +9 W +6 | Perc +6 | Stealth +7 | Speed 30'| Hero 0/3 | Active Conditions: -
![]() "I love what you've done with the place." Erathiel managed to say between gags. It was hard to keep composure in the thick, foul smell of the sewers. perception check: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25 The elf's ears start twitching at a distant sound. He stops and looks back at the rest of the group. "Hear that? Sounds like running water. What do you make of it Drazzel?" Me and Drazzel should go double file on the front of the line. I'm carrying a torch. ![]()
CN (male) Elf (Woodland) Rogue 1 HP 14/16 | AC 18 | F +5 R +9 W +6 | Perc +6 | Stealth +7 | Speed 30'| Hero 0/3 | Active Conditions: -
![]() Drazzel the Magnificent wrote:
"Oh, and he was asking for you too, Erathiel. " The elf stood in amazement as Drazzel hurriedly left the cafeteria, skittering and mumbling to himself. "What is the deal with him?" Erathiel hunched over the table to see where the kobold went, lamenting the wasted food laying on the floor. "I wonder what Vaslin wants." he paused for a bit. "Better catch up with Drazzel too. I wonder if he likes bread..." Erathiel took two big bites of food, grabbed half a loaf of bread, and left for Dreng's office. ![]()
![]() We are doing elvish formbread today. We need
1.- Take the dough for lembas bread and roll it to a 1 centimeter thickness.
I personally enjoy wolf shaped lembas with lingonberry jam. Or an elephant lembas with mushroom stew! Delicious. ![]()
![]() Drazzel the Magnificent wrote:
When forced to drink cheap human ale, you might as well look at the stars while you're at it to distract you from the taste! Erathiel carefully inspects the trinkets, but upon realising there was nothing of elven origin he quickly loses interest. Let me know if you come upon elven wares, as I might be in need of some equipment soon. These boots I'm wearing are nothing compared to the superior craftsmanship of my people. Plus, they're just too darn squeaky! His smile soon fades from his face, as he clutches his coinpurse and feels the solitary gold coin left in it. |