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![]() Whoops! I'm terrible at this! Godric is slightly confused at the mention of a can. "Can? What can?" Will Save: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5 "Oh. That can." And without a second thought, Godric breaks from the group and rushes to pick up a large, entirely uninteresting metal can. Strength Check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19 ![]()
![]() Godric shuffles uncomfortably. For all of his range and apartment coldness in letting Lamm be devoured in the water, he is very clearly troubled by the events that passed. It is unclear what specifically troubles him, and in response to Sevenspawn's question he simply grunts. At Donnell's motion to leave, his sullen look is quickly replaced by a cheesy grin. He's obviously eager to leave. ![]()
![]() Godric flexes, looking pleased. "As long as you don't mind a little noise!" Taking a few deep breaths first, he throws himself at the door attempting to hit it with a broad shoulder. Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21 Damage: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 I know I could take 10 or 20, but this is just more fun |