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Jerrod immediately regretted throwing his dagger and tried to circle around the thug to retrieve his weapon. OOC: [roll0]

Digger let out a low growl from deep within his throat. As much as he did not want to accept the crone's explanation, he was forced to hear the truth in it. They were pawns in a game of a Very Old & Evil Immortal, a game played only to alleviate centuries of boredom. But this Strahd had become...

Sorry I have been so quiet. I will attempt to remedy.

No roll needed. Electrocutioner is out of HP and easy pickings for the grapple.

Downtown Metropolis While the chase seemed to have gone on for far longer than she would have liked it had been under a minute since the crash and explosion. However, Bubbles did hear sirens in the distance there was no black & whites on the scene yet. While considering her next move, Bubbles...

Initiatives are d10. fortunately a d20 is easily converted.

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it isn't hard for the young hero to tag the wrapped up villain, however, he fails to hurt the man much. 0/Gs shakes his hand at some bruising that will surely develop from bare-knuckle striking the bad guy's armored costume. Hit...no damage.

Ironically at the warning instead of pulling back, Templeton squirmed forward pushing and wiggling through the remnants of the casket in an attempt to help his ally. OOC: Not sure if this requires rolls or if I have any actions left after.

"Do not stray too far from the group!" the dwarf bellowed to the others. "Those Clackers might still be close...and stinking Dark Elves not too far behind." ooc: Anyone wounded?

"Agreed!" Cyan said shaking her head. "I can scarcely think of a more distasteful task." she said wiping the gore from her blades.

"No games Old Woman. Why did you bring us here against our will?" Digger demanded, anger showing through the cracks of his stone cold façade.

Jerrod backed off from the thug and threw his knife. OOC: combat rolls?: 1D100 = [54] = 54 1D100 = [64] = 64

"You fell asleep lazybones!" Fareon mock-chastised. "Now come help me carry this stuff. It is the only reason I let you come along!"

Fareon gathers the loot back into the chest and then goes back upstairs and tries to rouse his oarfish companion. After a couple of nudges fail to rouse his snoring ally he uncorks some of his fermented mares milk and waves it under his nose.

Ooc: Stout resilience : 1D20+5 = [12]+5 = 17 1D20+5 = [6]+5 = 11

If the mist went up, best to go down Fareon reasoned and hung off the edge of the hole and dropped into the kitchen. Ooc: Acrobatics: 1D20+4 = [11]+4 = 15

I look forward to some spectacular failures in the near future! Ten more rolls: 1D20 = [18] = 18 1D20 = [1] = 1 1D20 = [16] = 16 1D20 = [7] = 7 1D20 = [1] = 1 1D20 = [6] = 6 1D20 = [2] = 2 1D20 = [13] = 13 1D20 = [9] = 9 1D20 = [16] = 16

Guessing you have enough players then. :)

Fareon shrugged sheepishly and put his dagger away. He then looked again at the chest and gave a huff. He then tried to push the offending container over the precipice of the hole.