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Once more, Ranver calls up on his faith to deliver some terrible smiting upon the Guard Drakes. For good measure, he throws in a quick prayer to Avandra at the end. In either case, something goes right this time and the brilliant burst of light strikes true, arcing directly from the tip of his...

Oh really? I hadn't noticed. ;)

Sparky emailed me to let me know that email access would be sporadic for the foreseeable. There's no intention to drop out of the game though, so we're to play Ranver like normal. IE, at-wills, healing words, etc.

The guard drake shrieks in pain as the Paladin's blade strikes true. Copious quantities of draconic blood flow freely from numerous wounds in its hide. Still, it remains on its feet, but not for much longer. It's your turn now.

:) Don't know off the top of my head but can certainly be back calculated if necessary.

Zarathas? It's your turn.

Alas, the hafling's luck prevails and Varilar misses.

Varilar smiles as he imagines the grim satisfaction he will feel as his sword pierces the flesh of the tumbling Hafling. Haflings being the lucky sods that they are, doing so won't be as easy as he imagines. Varilar, meet Second Chance. Second Chance, meet Varilar. Roll that attack again and...

With a final hissing yelp, the guard drake falls under Horto's onslaught of blows. Their eyes filled with malice, the Hafling Thieves work their bloody mischief once more. The one south of Zarathas moves into a flanking position with the guard drake, strikes and then nimbly tumbles away again...

With a splintering clatter, the rotten boards covering the window give way and Charlotte crashes into the room. Having expected the boards to give way with a single backhanded swipe of her fist and dagger, she is thrown somewhat off balance when they don't. It is the full force of her weight...

The flock of shades breaks away from the guard drake and pours towards the hapless hafling at the foot of the steps up to the porch. He beats at them ineffectually and screams in terror, "Get 'em off! Get 'em OFF!!" Still no elf. Your turn!

Our heroes concentrate their attacks on the Guard Drakes. Only Zarathas is able to penetrate the tough and scaly hide of the beasts, wounding one deeply with a strike that nearly sends the creature to its knees. As the sparks from yet another near miss by Ranver are sputtering into oblivion, the...

Potions are meh, for the most part. You only get ten hit points back from the basic ones so they aren't great. I'm just fine with that.

The haflings are "Enemy Three." I should update the initiative board to reflect the opponents rather than leave them generic.

Yeah. Your action points reset to one after an extended rest. You get one more after every two encounters. You may spend one per encounter to get an extra standard action on your turn.

Exactly. You get one action point every two encounters and you can use one per encounter.

Wicked grins splitting their dirt smudged faces, the Thieves unleash in a dizzying flurry of acrobatic prowess. One of the Haflings in the doorway dashes to the northwest, sticking Horto in the ribs on the way. His movements are too quick to allow the Fighter to land a retaliatory blow. He...

The guard drake in front of Horto is bloodied, but not yet teetering in the brink of death. Unless the fates turn against it in every way, it will have another chance to sink its vicious teeth into his flesh. The other drake, the one menacing Zarathas, has yet to be touched. Who knows what...

Heh heh. Which is what I did. Critted on the first hafling and missed with the other.

Dur. Redclaw's right. I should'a caught that.