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![]() "Looks as though the game is on!" Thadd takes aim at the recently risen as well…certain at the very least that he/she is a target worth aiming for. Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9, Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 "Truth be told the bow and arrow is not my forte…however I am usually able to hit the broad side of a barn at the very least." ![]()
![]() "What a bleeding fustercluck this is!" Thadd exclaims as he observes the roadblock in front of him. He draws his weapon and runs through some complex forms, Willow Dancing In the Wind flows effortlessly into Wolverine Strike, in the hopes of demoralizing his foes with his prowess. Dazzling Display: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30 ![]()
![]() "You've ruined nothing friend...there is more to you than just an arm that pulls a bowstring. But I'll not put your life in jeopardy for the sake of expedience. If we don't have the resources amongst us to restore at least some of your strength I certainly don't mind giving up an hour or two to seek out someone who does." ![]()
![]() DM: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24 "With all due respect…if the Society and the Shadow Lodge were one in the same then we would be in the shadows with them. I will not hesitate to take a life if I feel as though my life, or the lives of innocents, are in danger. But if you truly wish to remove the scourge of this shadow organization from your lands then we may have to suffer a drone or two to live in order to eliminate the queen." Here's to hoping he gets that bee analogy…
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