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Quick question, is it possible to use fighting defensively in combination with a feint? I understand that it seems to be stretching it a bit as fighting defensively specifically mentions that it should be used as part of an attack.

Rhydius shrugs his shortbow over his shoulder wincing a little as it touches the the place on his right arm where an arrow had just grazed him. He turns slightly in Thiera's direction and replies, "Alright, I'll try to hold them here." He draws his rapier willing his hand to remain steady, and...

"Callisto grant me luck," the young man breathes out the words in a hushed reverence as he bends to string his shortbow. He checks that his dagger is still firmly on his left boot, and then he stands smiling. Keeping a wary eye toward the rear of the ship he nocks an arrow. Rhydius VanDarver...

The voice of his employer pulls Rhydius out of his stupor, and he realizes that he's still holding the blade half out of its sheath. He puts it away abruptly, scowling for a moment at the hissing rodent. He continues to fiddle with the hilt of his Rapier until Thiera mentions it. Not...

Upon seeing the over-sized black rat drop onto Sana, Rhydius steps forward beginning to draw his Rapier again. Caught off guard, however, by the apparent familiarity of the inquisitive dwarf with this disturbing creature, he stops with the blade half-drawn confusion obvious on his face.

"That is quite an intersting transformation," Rhydius remarks, before turning to the newest arrival. "I take it that you call yourself Cavernous Hode, I go by Rhydius," he says. "Now, so far as wether you come along or not is the decision of the officers," Rhydius gestures to the uniformed...

All's well. I was debating on creating a thread so we could talk out the mechanics for arm wrestling matches, but since it seems to be just you and me in here at the moment I wonder to myself if it's really necessary.

Rhydius sheaths his weapon as he walks over to collect his pack, and mutters a bit about his timing. Having been addressed he looks at the cattaur and replies, "I suppose so. Pardon me, but I thought you were something one of the officers had conjured up just to look menacing." Rhydius...

Honestly, that's a bit complicated. Why not set the DC at 10 and raise it by 2 for each subsequent check, e.g., 10, 12, 14, as long as it takes to finish the opposed strength checks? The other problem I see with the endurance checks is the possibility that both of us could fail one. For that I...

The man steps forward removing his pack and leaving it in the place he previously occupied. "Call me Rhydius," he says nodding to Orris as he draws his rapier and lunges at the lieutenant. Rhydius VanDarver Initiative: +6 AC: 17 (13 Flat-footed, 14 Touch) HP: 11/11 Move: 30'...

The young man visibly relaxes, his smile returning. "Oh, I see. I suppose I'll just stand over here then," he says as he leans against the wall nearby the door his hand still on the hilt of his rapier.

The web should burn at a rate of one 5-foot square in 1 round.

The door opens, as yet again another fresh faced applicant walks in. The young man notices the drawn weapons and the smile on his face disappears. He stands in the doorway for a moment then asks "Is everything alright in here?" as he reaches for the rapier on his hip. Rhydius...

Sounds good to me, but how are we determining the DC of the Endurance check? So far I've just been following your lead.

Rhydius looks over the notice and says over his shoulder to Fae, "Well, it sounds simple enough, I suppose there's no harm in checking it out further." He then makes his way to room 3.

"Oh, thank whichever god managed to get me out of that one," he whispers, watching as Daylily bolts out the door. Rhydius sighs audibly, and his relief is plainly visible on his face. When the uniformed men enter the room he watches them as they approach and speak with Grog. After Grog makes...

Rhydius begins to exhale slowly.

Rhydius looks down at the coppers, then tosses down an equal amount. Still grinning, he leans over the table readies himself.

"Errgh.." replies the man cringing slightly. As the smell engulfs him, he stumbles backward nearly tripping over a chair, and bumping into a now vacant table,the previous occupants having recently abandoned their seats rather than face a charging Daylily. Placing his hands on the table to...

The door to the inn swings open, the timing almost perfectly allowing the tattooed human stumbling toward it to walk out without missing a step. Unfortunately, a dark haired young man happens to be occupying the now open doorway. The newcomer, realizing the impending collision, steps...