Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
OOC: Cheap metal... aluminum would be your guess.
For Us It Was a Tuesday
OOC: Cheap metal... aluminum would be your guess.
CanadienneBacon
Explorer
Thistle fires through the door, hoping to hit one of the two creatures lurking behind it.
Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
OOC: Anyone else firing? I'll use Thistle's original rolls.
Strahd_Von_Zarovich
First Post
Floch wants to kick the doors open so both will suffer damage from the aluminium swinging into their faces.
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Prometheus watches Thistle and Floch set up to hammer the two ghouls he had found on the other side of the door. Himself, he didn't really have a target, so he waited for one to appear. Thinking ahead, he looks down the hall trying to identify the spacing of the buildings support structures. Hopefully he could find a way to set off a Powerball without destroying the support structures and bring the roof down on them.
Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
OOC: Floch can just roll a melee attack on the door, along with the damage. I'll probably drop a couple of dice from the damage as some of the energy is lost from the foot to the door to the ghouls behind it.
Strahd_Von_Zarovich
First Post
Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
Thistle unloads some armor piercing rounds through the door, the result of which ends up in growling screams coming from the other side. A split second later, Floch rushes up and kicks the door partially open, injuring one of the two creatures hiding behind it. The recipients behind the door scream with a mixture of pain and rage.
OOC: Initiative time. The two ghouls were surprised by Thistle's and Floch's actions.
Ghoul Init: [roll0]
OOC: Initiative time. The two ghouls were surprised by Thistle's and Floch's actions.
Ghoul Init: [roll0]
CanadienneBacon
Explorer
Thistle initiative: 3D6+13 = [4, 3, 4]+13 = 24
CanadienneBacon
Explorer
[section]
Thistle's plaid skirt, already too short, crept up the muscle of her thighs as she widened her shooting stance and fired again into the room. She growled affectionately at Floch into her comm link. "Here's hoping I don't shoot you, meathead." The Ruger kicked when she fired, sending her arms upward by reflex. She smiled in satisfaction. There was nothing like the smell of gunpowder.[/section]
Thistle's plaid skirt, already too short, crept up the muscle of her thighs as she widened her shooting stance and fired again into the room. She growled affectionately at Floch into her comm link. "Here's hoping I don't shoot you, meathead." The Ruger kicked when she fired, sending her arms upward by reflex. She smiled in satisfaction. There was nothing like the smell of gunpowder.[/section]
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