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1d20 ⇒ 12

Dorora falls from the punishment doled out in the past 18 seconds.

falchion power attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16 for slash damage: 2d4 + 10 ⇒ (2, 2) + 10 = 14

Dorora, feels a lot better after receiving a variety of restorative magics sews up some of her wounds.

She smile a wicked smile at the club wielding thug in front of her. She takes a high arcing swing, hoping to finally connect with the annoyance in front of her.

My orcish heritage kicks in, up til end of next round

She takes the hard club to the chest, rocks back ever so slightly and the uses that momentum to power her own swing at the man who has charged forward.

falchion power attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9 for slash damage: 2d4 + 10 ⇒ (4, 4) + 10 = 18

unsure if I would have my falchion out?

Dorora, looks at the enemy near her. She grins, then rushes forwards and punches straight for the face.

Ac is now 13 until I go again

Charge power attack spike gauntlet: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 2 = 12 for pierce damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Charge falchion: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 7 + 2 = 15 for slash damage: 2d4 + 7 ⇒ (4, 3) + 7 = 14

Pretty gem indeed. Too bad we probably cannot keep it. Maybe I will get a basic one after we return this to the Society.

Dorora will stop someone on the street, What does Evil Grin mean in regards to the failed tests?

Dorora will do her best to cleave the final bug in two.

falchion: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 1 = 102d4 + 7 ⇒ (4, 2) + 7 = 13

Dorora will double move into the room and stop near the "blue" bug.

Doritos puts all her weight behind her strong frame and crashes into the door. She slips and fails to put any pressure on the door.

aid: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
aid T10: 14 = 14

This Fimbrik better have some answers. I grow tired of this chasing. Is that what being a Pathfinder is about?, she wonders if being a Pathfinder is for her. She has never been one for games, and it seems the Dreng is quite fond of games.

Dorora, wants to just bust in the location, but she knows that is not the best idea. She impatiently awaits access to the required area. She checks her coin pouch for any spare gold to "donate" to the church.

Can chip in 5-10gp

Ha ha. You're funny.

Dorora once again takes a swing at the scaly threat, this time with less power behind it.

falchion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15 for slash damage: 2d4 + 7 ⇒ (2, 2) + 7 = 11

fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Dorora coughs at the smell, but her stomach is tough as nails.

I have smelt worse things from my old clan

She steps up to whichever smelly reptile is possibly still standing and takes an aggressive swing with her falchion.

falchion power attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13 for slash damage: 2d4 + 10 ⇒ (1, 2) + 10 = 13

acro with running jump: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (13) - 4 = 9

There is no way the board is going to hold my frame and my armor. . She moves back and gets a running start. She fails to time her jump and falls miserably in the pit.

red to catch self?: 1d20 ⇒ 5

Dorora looks at the pit, then looks to her other Society hopefuls, Anyone more limber care to go, as she taps her scale mail.

Loosen up, one drink won't kill ya., as she slaps Pau on the shoulder.

I will have an ale please, she asks kindly of the barkeep.

Dorora simply raises an eyebrow at the boy, then in a flat voice, Nope, I am good

I was never one for history or books. Let's get this parcel for Drenge and go back to drinking...something I do know about.

A half-orc strides into the room. Battered scale mail, hangs on her very muscular body. A equally battered falchion is strapped to her back. One hand is a spiked gauntlet, on the other a normal one. She looks around, Hope I am not too late to the party.

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