GM- On Behalf of Florr's page

Florr nocks an arrow and aims up at the ugly one in front of her, lifting her bow high above Rurik's proud (and handsome) head. "Take that!"

Arrow attack roll: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

The arrow splinters in her hand. "Damn," she says, slightly embarrassed and hoping no one saw.

Florr stay just out of visual range of the tablet readying her drawn arrow of light against her cheek above your heads in the event anything creatures drop from above. She stays on the balls of her feet ready to dash and heal anyone who needs it.

"Well Captain, how'd did we do? Think you could find a job we could handle?" Florr grins with an almost girlish pleased with herself demenor.

Florr definately seems to be feeling far smoother with her words and prideful after Olias' words and magic.

(assuming you're not dodging, he'll just do damage)

Florr winces slightly from the strike, closes her eyes and opens them quickly. A crackling arc explodes from her gaze

Sam's dex save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Florr's lightning damage: 2d8 ⇒ (7, 1) = 8

"Valkurr protects his faithful." Florr smiles gently and gently holds her hand to her chest, over her amulet.

"Here, let me help." She extends her hand from her chest to Samuels and whispers a few words while looking at the sky. Sam's lightning burns slowly fade.

Cure Wounds: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Florr turns to survey the yard.

"Well Captain, how'd did we do? Think you could find a job we could handle?" Florr grins with an almost girlish pleased with herself demenor.