Rathira moves to M9 and readies an action to bomb the jelly when it gets in range. Bomb: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
Crit COnfirm: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
I precisedly bomb and it has to make (and probably fail) the DC 18 to avoid burning. *evil grin
Running up from below decks somewhat late, the disheveled Vudran man says breathlessly, "H...Hello, I am...I am Rathira. If anyone needs something to be blown up, I'm...I'm the guy." He adjusts the twin bandoliers and the strange alchemical reagents strapped to them rustle and clink. His once fine silk clothes are now less fine due to scorch marks and patches that appear to have been eaten away by acid. I have no geographies:(
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