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Nyx looks at the Orc in dead silence.

Nyx, the ever watchful guardian, leaps at the monstrosity swinging his scimitar.

1d20 ⇒ 91d6 ⇒ 3

Nyx swings his sword again, trying desperately not to fumble it this time. 1d20 ⇒ 151d6 ⇒ 5

Standing up, Nyx picks up his sword and composes his bones.

Nyx, without his sword, instead attacks with his bone clawed hands!

2 claws 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 31d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 directed at closest bandit.

...... a 1 again?

Nyx runs up and hits the bandit with his scimitar in U12.

Nor scowls at the hammer, biting his lip. He turns to his companions, with a lowered voice, as to not let the old traders hear.

"I've been called a bandit before, and ran those types for a short time, west of here, closer to Numeria. One thing a brigand will do is prey on the weak. I'll wager if we can show these scoundrels we are not to be bullied, perhaps we could win their whole lot. Maybe even to get them to leave these two alone. Bandit friends could be useful, I might be the first to say it. That, and they know this land better than us. What do you two say? Doesn't sound like Nyx has any bones to pick."

Overly pleased with his wit, Nor's wide grin reveals all of his chew-stained teeth.

Nyx shakes his head at Nor.