Female Anthropozoan 1st level Brawler
Frog receives Kopo with a pat on the head, and quickly guides her axolotl to Ealykam. Concerned, she looks at the Hotchi and the Snake. "I can hold him down," she offers. Aid Another/Heal: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 Though she tries her best not to betray her own lack of confidence, it's clear from the half-hearted attempt to hold down the Hotchi that she's not sure how to help without potentially making things worse.
Female Anthropozoan 1st level Brawler
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh!" Frog shouts as she runs to follow Khaan over to Lyra. She readies into a fighting stance and clenches her fists. "I'll try to keep their attention, at least." Frog again readies an attack of opportunity for Bodyguard on either Lyra or Khaan. Pre-rolled for +2 AC: Attack roll vs AC 10 (aid another/bodyguard): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Female Anthropozoan 1st level Brawler
Frog moves to Khaan, and then uses Martial Flexibility to use an attack of opportunity to use Bodyguard on Khaan. Pre rolled Aid Another for Khaan's potential AC +2:
Attack roll vs AC 10 (aid another/bodyguard): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 Hopefully I did this correctly.
Female Anthropozoan 1st level Brawler
I assume there will be more time to do that as we go, but it is a little bit faster than I thought we'd be going. Perhaps actions can start speaking louder than words though.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13 Frog has been forced to ride in the middle seat. Both uncomfortable and frustrated at the halt in travel, Frog peers out of the closest window to see Ler'Zet now wandering away. Unable to hear his hiss and missing every sign, she grumbles, "なに? Why are we stopping for?" She jostles around a little bit, clumsily, and accidentally elbows the people riding next to her, trying to stretch her head out of the window.
Female Anthropozoan 1st level Brawler
Frog Appearance:
Frog is a 4 foot tall, pale blue girl with short, curved horns. Her body is striped with darker shades of a bluish-purple that band around her horns, arms, chest, and everything else that could be considered Frog territory. The streaks stop at the sides of her face, conjoining on each other like spikes. On her back is a large, jagged shell of the same bluish-purple. She has a long, messy bob cut of black hair-you can see some of the bluish-purple stripes through her unkempt bangs-, and big yellow eyes. On the side of her neck are gills, and below that she is wearing a hakama. A loose, white shirt that covers- you can tell from the ends of the sleeves and slightly poking out of the collar- some practical leather armor, and is tucked into a pair of red pants so puffy they look like a dress. There are small cords hanging lose from the cuffs of these jnco-like barrels of cloth. She isn't wearing anything on her feet. Kopokopo, her dire axolotl, is a vivid sea green amphibious friend with speckles of gold crawling over her body. She seems to be shimmering under the sun, somehow still covered in what is ostensibly water even in the heat. She has no eyelids and is thus unblinking, but some sort of protective mucus covering keeps them safe enough from the elements and drying out. Her external gills are a deep, dark green. She is adorned with a riding saddle and bags of feed that dangle from the sides. Her expression seems to be in a constant limbo, somewhere between vacancy and satisfaction.
Frog sits on top of her slime horse with a visible frown and an intense stare. "Well I don't know about you," the girl remarks pointedly, her eyes fixed on the robot before her, "but I can't languish in the sun all day. I've got places to be." She pats the side of her mount and brings her expression to a more amicable place as she continues staring at the new arrival. "Did you bring us some water?" Kopokopo responds to her caretaker's pats with a series of low 'pthpthpthpth' noises. |