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Krad's clawed hand is clenched on his sword's hilt as he readies himself to draw it and charge into melee. But suddenly Sefaro is retreating and, cursing brigand's soul, Krad sprints after him, drawing his bow again. "Therella, don't let him leave!" he shouts to his ranger companion. Better kill...

Krad shoots another arrow at Sefaro. As his arrow strikes true again, he croaks victoriously and slinks to another trunk, encircling the enemy. On the move he straps his bow behind his back. move to F14, attack

rolling stealth at -20? don't think that would work.

Krad slinks to the next tree, drawing his bow again. His eyes fixed on Sefaro only. His wounds ache and his head is still dizzy, but his aim is steady and he sends another arrow at his quarry. move to I-16 and attack. do i have to reroll my sneak check each time i move?

i remembered about ranger's focus after rolling the attack and damage dice, so it was a bit late to modify the bonii.

Krad almost crouches in the grass and nimbly scurries up to one of the trees, positioning himself between its roots. His head still feels dizzy and he is afraid to just be knocked out if he gets hit in it again. So he decides to hide and use his bow this time. He sends his first arrow to the...

Trying his best not to lose conciousness after being whacked in the head by the swinging log, Krad crawls away from the path, trying to hide in the undergrowth. "This is your bit of warning, mage! Scatter and look out, they will probably get here soon." He readies his bow and raises his head...

Krad seems to be too occupied with the tracks to pay enough attention to his surroundings.

Krad nods to Le Jubb's comment, but notes: "This letter looks like a draft to me. I suspect they managed to send the actual message and now are waiting for Cockatrice squad to drop by and fetch the diary. We must get them sooner, we don't want to fight the Cockatrice mages too. Covering our...

Krad silently reads the letter several times, opening and shutting his beak with a predatory clang. Finally, he joins the group, his head bobbing and his eyes glittering slyly. Slowly he unfolds the letter and reads it aloud to his companions and Andrax. After he mockingly cited all the...

When it became obvious to everyone that Sefaro and his men were not coming back, Krad grimly started to prepare for another trip. Although he did rest well during the night, yesterday's misfortunes have left some marks on his body, which he was unable to properly treat. Several burns from...

am here. got no spells and no healing.

"Anyone can write a book about a world with a green sun, but it takes skill to make it seem credible." i always remember this quote when i build my D&D campaigns. so your players adventure in a magical world where even a mid-level spell-caster can wreak havoc on entire communities. but the...

Krad humphs "This tower is apparently inhabited. We don't need a camp. We'll just find a large room to rest in." His tension seems to go away, as he presumes that their task is almost complete. But, supersticious as amost mercenaries, he keeps the rest of his thoughts to himself and ascends to...

Krad glances around and realizes that no one feeled necessary to stay on watch despite his words. It's probably useless to reason with this people. So he grudgingly walks toward the door himself, losing interest in the conversation. Silently he leans against the and looks around - the old man...

Krad slowly nods to Le Jubb's words and adds: "I am sorry your apprentices are dead, but they chose their destiny. Nevertheless, we're not going away without the journal we were hired to deliver." He surveys the contents of the room briefly and then turns his head slightly, glancing sideways at...

As Krad met the glare of an old man, there was a short pause. But presently he stood up, tucking what he managed to find so far (a potion and a coin pouch) into his backpack. "Are you Andrax, old man? Answer quickly, we are only messengers and not here to hurt you." He croaked as he stepped...

Krad staggers with a croak of pain and holds his hand against the gushing cut on his "face". As the woman falls with Jubb's trident in her side, tengu kneels over her to make sure she won't get up any time soon. "I was sure she would surrender too. Don't understand why she chose to die... But...

Krad has no other option left but to strike the woman down.

Confused for some moments, Krad finally manages to assess the situation and darts up the stairs. He slips past the man and stops right between the two alchemists, his blade readied. "Surrender and you will be spared! Are you apprentices of Andrax? We have business with him!" Move, ready action...