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Marot the Deadly
Marot crumples under the dark assault. Barely conscious, he drops to the ledge floor, in hopes of becoming a less attractive target to the fiend. Hoping against hope that the other party members advance upon the creature to distract it from himself.
He reaches into his belt pouch and feels around for one of his potion vials. His fingers find the familiar shape and bring it to his lips, and he drinks it down in one gulp, not sure which of his healing potions he grabbed, but something is better than nothing, he thinks.
OOC: Grab healing potion (have 2 CLW and 1 CMW, 1d3 to determine which one he grabs) drop to the ground for +4 AC due to cover, and drink potion.
Marot crumples under the dark assault. Barely conscious, he drops to the ledge floor, in hopes of becoming a less attractive target to the fiend. Hoping against hope that the other party members advance upon the creature to distract it from himself.
He reaches into his belt pouch and feels around for one of his potion vials. His fingers find the familiar shape and bring it to his lips, and he drinks it down in one gulp, not sure which of his healing potions he grabbed, but something is better than nothing, he thinks.
OOC: Grab healing potion (have 2 CLW and 1 CMW, 1d3 to determine which one he grabs) drop to the ground for +4 AC due to cover, and drink potion.