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![]() Rom nods along with Nik. Găsește-o pe cea inteligentă, înțelegi. Spune-i pe cel inteligent că te salvează, înțelegi. Varisian:
Find the smart one, got it. Have the smart one bail you out, got it. Rom flies along the hall for a second, noting the number of doors. Then he heads down the stairs to the open door, looking to find Trisane on the roof. Intelligence:
1d20 - 2 ⇒ (4) - 2 = 2 To count the doors Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11 ![]()
![]() Rom grudgingly drops the wand as he passes Ophelia and joins Nik in the next room. Pot să păstrez chestia aia? Cred că sunt obtinerea de truc de ea. Varisian:
Can I keep that thing? I think I am getting the trick of it. Rom flies around the room, looking for any sign of food. Feed the dog? What about me? There's got to be something around here for me to eat. Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11 ![]()
![]() Rom, looks at Nik and squawks. Aștepta. Ce? În nici un caz. Varisian:
Wait. What? No way. Rom begins to move towards the gnome, trying to see if there is an oppurtunity. Something about his movements say he's not sure he wants to be doing this. Preparing to move in to help Nik flank the gnome next round. And not really happy about it. |