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Jinx looks up from his writing. The sailor gives the small clump of people talking politics an almost bashful look.. "I couldn't help but overhear.. if y'don't mind hearin' the opinion of an amateur..?" If there's only the slightest bit of assent from any of them, the mercenary immediately...

Jinx, Psi1 Seated off-center but as close to the front row as he can get away with, Jinx seems hard at work filling a sheet of parchment with dense, spidery writing. He's had his hair cut, shaved, bathed, put on a clean shirt, and is doing his best to act as dignified as can be expected - and...

((Yeah. Thank you, people, and B4cchus especially. You all did a good job, under unfavorable conditions and considerable time pressure. A good first adventure; may there be many more! ..now, to grind some numbers on that level-up. Urf.))

On the brink of the grand group's departure, Jinx scrounges up an inkpot, pen, and a few sheets of parchment. If anyone asks, he explains: "Look. I'm no historian, and I don't know about you, but somethin' like half of all adventurers in the world ridin' off on magical horses, to meet some dire...

((OOC: Well. Jamilee is the kind of person who likes to do things thoroughly, as in "thoroughly dead," and "thoroughly searched for valuables that are not the legal property of the Stonepike Mining Co.", so she would insist on doing a clean-up sweep.. but meh. In the interest of expediency, I'll...

When Dorrin looks her over, Jamilee gestures at her midsection, where there's still bad bruising and cuts showing through the rent the queen's jaws tore in her chainmail shirt. "I'm still battered up some," she grates out, sounding even more displeased than usual. "I can keep going, if I need...

Jamilee allows herself to relax.. fractionally. She wraps one of the sashes of her outfit around her nose and mouth, and mumbles through it to whoever happens to be nearby. "Well, that was easy, hnh? Only two near-deaths! Good thing even the bigger ants are just stupid." Trailing off, she goes...

Jamilee trusts good, cold steel more than ruses and distractions; she tries to get to a flanking position, and attacks the one remaining ant with her rapier: 1d20+5=16, 1d6+1=3. If she does manage to flank the ant, it might actually be a hit.

Well.. if Landers can pull her to her feet and out of danger like this, and she ditches her shortsword instead of sheating it for drinking that potion, that means she can actually return to the fray and make an attack on the Queen without instantly killing herself. Being more than a little...

Jamilee uses her delayed action to retreat/hobble to somewhere she won't be right in the front line and subject to attacks of opportunity, sheathing her shortsword. In round 5, she retrieves and knocks back one of her two potions of cure light wounds. The great gashes around her midsection where...

((OOC: The grappling stuff is a nightmare of strange mechanics and poorly defined rules -- just trying to figure out what happens when you throw a splash weapon at someone in one just about sprained my brain -- but yeah. Firing into a grapple is generally a Bad Idea; there's a good chance you'll...

"..hNF!" The world seems to go gray around the edges as Jamilee finds herself on the very brink of consciousness.. in a pair of huge ant's jaws, to boot. With what little will is left to her, she forces herself to stay calm, go limp, and play dead for now -- there's the slim hope her comrades...

Jamilee tries to poke the ant grappling with the poor cleric of Grendath full of holes. If he's close enough for her to let off a full attack, she's moderately successful, scoring a hit wit her off-hand shortsword: Full attack (1d20+3=10, 1d6+1=6, 1d20+3=22, 1d6=6), Off hand critical...

If possible, Jamilee will take a five-foot step towards the remaining ant (#2), and let fly in a rather spectacular (and grisly) fashion: Full attack, round 2 (1d20+3=23, 1d6+1=2, 1d20+3=23, 1d6=4), Critical confirmations (1d20+3=23, 1d6+1=5, 1d20+3=10, 1d6=1). If not, she'll just try and move...

You should let him get chewed on a bit more, a small voice whispers in Jamilee's ear. His choice to scout ahead, and a stupid one too. He should bear the consequences. On the other hand.. She kills the line of thought with a shake of her head, and advances on the ant holding on to Jallembo. She...

Jamilee finally catches an opening or two in the ants' plating and motion pattern, and scores a pair of hits! (Round 7, TWF full attack: 1d20+3+1=19, 1d6+1=4, 1d20+3+1=19, 1d6=4. She'll attack wounded ants by preference, if they're within her reach.)

Jamilee once more tries to stab one of the ants to death, and once more fails miserably. She's beginning to sweat from the effort, and the frustration showing in her expression as her sword-points keep skidding off that pesky chitinous armour isn't making her seem any friendlier - if looks could...

"Sorry, Ash," says Jinx as he climbs to his feet, and steps forward. "Ah'll have to tell the stories of my sailin' under cap'n Ivar along the way.. deal?" To the others, in a louder voice, Jinx declares: "Ah'm Jinx, and though I may just've come around in this business, but I'd be a bloody...

Jamilee rains mostly ineffective blows (1d20+3=7, 1d6+1=5, 1d20+3=11, 1d6=5) on the ant that bit Dorrin in retalation, meanwhile quietly wondering how it could pass through their lines so easily.. (OOC: The bad die luck continues! The Bless is not figured in with those rolls, but that likely...

Jamilee regards her dropped shield wistfully, for a moment. It's less than ten paces away from where she's standing, but for tactical purposes, it might as well be on the bottom of the Great Sea. She then brings up her swords again, getting ready to give the incoming ants a warm welcome. "Come...