Silas was, understandably, fairly rattled after being shot by a goblin. He spent most of the next few days inside, scared of what might be lurking outside. However, he decided he needed to learn to fight better. He decided to go on the hunt with the rest of the kids. Game: 1d100 ⇒ 70 He spotted a hare, and snuck a closer to it, until he was about 90 feet or so. Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14 He took aim, and fired. Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Silas ended up falling asleep as the others snuck out. He mutters something about being left behind and follows them outside, running to the ruins and finding the staircase down. He quickly runs down them before stopping when he sees the gobbo. As he sees it reaching for something he yells, ”Hey! Leave ‘em alone you stinky gobbo!” Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7
As they head outside Silas whines, "Come on ma, I'm brainy, not grainy." However, he helps pitch in, though his small arms aren't the best with dragging heavy sacks. I'm just rolling all the dice now. I figure I'll add them to Tarjun's when he posts. Strength: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (9) - 1 = 8
While not quite able to make out much of the festival’s opening ceremony, she murmurs a quiet prayer to Saranrae when Zantus mentions the holy day. Once the festivities are underway, Nuri takes in the sights, sounds and smells. Stopping by a pastry stand, she buys a few small cakes, one for herself and the rest to hand out to those who seem they might need them. |