Xarian The Third's page

He dropped the bonus feat and skilled for dual talent which allowed him to have a 16 charisma. Appearance and personality are soon to follow.

Here is my paladin if it's not too late. (Void Dragon).

Xarian runs over to the hilt he has just seen, and tires to pull it out in case it might help.

Str Check if needed: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

"If we head up the stairs we can hold them off better there."

Xarian swings at the offending zombie, and tries to cut off its head.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 6) + 4 = 11

Since this just came up are you allowing criticals against undead, or no?

Crit?: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Crit Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (4, 1) + 4 = 9

Xarian attempts to cut off the creatures head with his greatsword.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 5) + 4 = 10

Xarian runs over towards Skizzor. He keeps his greatsword at the ready in case there's anything there.
If there's something to attack nearby: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (2, 5) + 4 = 11

Xarian looks up from his prayers, and runs over towards the door. when he gets there he takes a swing at one of the hands currently trying to grasp through the door.

"Back foul creatures! Back!"

Attack versus an arm: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 6) + 4 = 11

Cleric right here.

Xarian picks up the beroll, and throws it into a corner.

"Well this is where I will sleep I guess."

After saying his peice Xarian will spend his remaining time praying for his god's help.

Using Final hour to pray for spells.

Okay so I was looking for a blanket, so I found a bedroll?

Camping Gear: 1d100 ⇒ 98
If Failure: 1d8 ⇒ 1
If Failure: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Xarian holds his head as he looks at the others.
"Problem? Don't worry the Knights of Solamnia, or we Clerics of Paladine will solve it."

Xarian gets his greatsword and holy symbol ready and begins looking around to help the others while they wait for the 'resuce' Xarian thinks is coming.

Xarian will spend 2 hours inventorying what is in the crates.

Suddenly a groan echos from behind a crate.

"Oh godssssss. Mmy headdddd. What was in the ale?"

A man stands up in the darkness, and slaps his side before light srpings up from his armor. He looks around at all the other people there.

"Who are youuuu?"

At the end of this he quickly begins to heave into the crate behind him.

Void Dragon's submission. A cleric to light up the darkness.