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Adrian mutters a particularly handy curse in Infernal as he twists his hands together, readying a spell. OOC: Ready action to cast scorching ray at the croc if it comes within 30 feet.

"But why were they attacking you?" asks Myel, approaching the as-yet-nameless man (and inadvertantly exposing her pointy teeth, if he has sharp enough eyesight to pick them out).

Epic spells as they already exist are 3.5, actually. They've been included in 3.5 books, and the creation system for them is in the 3.5 srd.

I am! Adrian would probably be near the middle of an overall line--somewhere there are people both in front and behind him. (He's the pragmatic sort--you don't need to run faster than the beastie trying to eat you, just faster than the person who's closer to it.)

"...What's that?" asks Myel, shading the sun from her eyes with a hand.

Rust monsters.

Oh. Huh, guess that combo is even better than I thought.

2. A goliath (Races of Stone), using a greatbow (exotic weapon, Complete Warrior). Greatbow normally does 1d10... a size higher because of goliath, that's 1d12 base damage.

Oh, god, yes. I was once in a campaign where the DM refused to let me play a goliath because of its +1 level adjustment. (Note that the game wasn't starting at 1st level.) Now, if he'd just said 'this won't fit in my campaign world,' that would have been fine... but I found out, a week after...

Seeing how badly Flint is hurt, Myel moves to D6 and, sacrificing her prepared doom spell, casts cure moderate wounds on him.

Myel clutches for the scrap of magic-focusing wood at her neck, holding out the trident in her other hand towards #4. For the moment, the net lays unfolded and forgotten. "Halt!" she commands, forcing her will out towards the enemy. 5' step to D4, casting command on thug #4. Will save DC 14 to...

You might want to look at the Sea Kin in Races of Destiny--they have a swim speed and can hold their breath for Con x 8 rounds, plus a couple of other thematic abilities.

Her blood pumping from the sudden rush of combat, Myel retrieves the folded net from her belt and with a practiced flick of the wrist, tosses it at one of the thugs (#2). A moment after, she flips her trident back to her right hand, getting ready to use if it she needs to. Ignore the second...

Myel will use her time in the surprise round to dismount, then.

Adrian enters the room hurredly, glancing around as if to accost someone. There's no active combatants... but that's a fair amount of blood spattered across the room. For a few moments, his obviously dragonmarked face is filled with confused concern. Sorry--I apparently missed the post in the...

Except that... "combatants who started the battle aware of their opponents each take a standard action during the surprise round." ._.

Myel is nearly taken by surprise by the enemies, startled out of her conversation; trying to keep her unfamiliar horse under control, she scrabbles for the bit of water-warped wood at her throat that she uses to focus spells through. Ride check, if needed (1d20+1=15) Concentration check, if...

P. 23. For some reason, they decided to hide it in a sidebar. The same table is also on p. 209 in the 3.5 DMG.

Myel shakes her head a little. "No, no... I'm just not used to such creatures, that's all." Her angular face crinkles into a smile, though it's hard to read any emotion in her deep, all-black eyes.