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Silas runs over to Jewel and says, "You're gonna be okay sis. When the goblin hurt me, it was scary but I'm okay. Soon, it'll seem fine."

Silas sees the boar charging at Jewel and yelps slightly before shouting at it, "Get AWAY"

Ranged Touch Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Casting biting words. It's a ranged touch attack that deals sonic damage.

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’ eyes well up and he says, ”Owwwwww. The gobbo shot me.” He starts crying, not used to having felt pain like that before.

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
Intimidate: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

"If it's something eating the chickens, we should put something on them to make them taste bad! Like you know when ma makes the chicken with things she forages? Let's do that to them!"

"Man, I didn't know there were gonna be actual consequences. Though maybe ma and dad were gonna yell at us. If its a ghoulie we could see why it's angry."

Silas wasn't feeling too well in the morning but by afternoon he felt a bit better. He comes outside to help Tobar with the fence.

"There might be some grave consequences if we do," Silas says while smiling slightly. "I remember Dad saying the thing about a day's labor a lot. We could ask him about it?"

Silas runs toward Clara's voice and finds the stone. He notices Clara and cries out, "I found her!" He quickly quiets down when he sees the writing on the stone, "Woah, I've never seen this before. Clara, you're standing on top of where someones buried!"

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
Strength: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19
Strength: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10
Strength: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4
Strength: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (7) - 1 = 6
Strength: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (14) - 1 = 13
Strength: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1
Strength: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1

As they start to walk back Silas says, barely keeping a straight face, "Ah, quit being a chicken."

Silas walks outside, searching around the chicken coops for eggs. Silas giggles at Tarjun's prank on the chicken as he says, "That was egg-cellent!" He looks begin the chicken that Tarjun had just startled before finding two more eggs. "I think we have enough!"

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14

Here's my character, crunch is done, fluff is coming.

Nuri smiles at the baker and says, "Kindness is it's own reward is it not? Besides, on a day of festivity it is fitting to bring more festivity to those who could not otherwise enjoy it."

I'll spend two gold.

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.

I'm fine to move forward. I've had a somewhat hectic week, sorry for the lack of posts.

I’m fine with group rolls, it’ll certainly help keep the pace up.

Nuri looks about, despite not being able to see much beyond her limited range of vision. ”May Saranrae and the sun above guide me through whatever this is.”

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Don’t think I have any questions. Looking forward to playing!