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<blockquote data-quote="Felvon Tavor" data-source="post: 694114" data-attributes="member: 9040">OOC: sorry bout the firing, but i try and base my rounds off of logic.&nbsp; You are dismounting from a wounded, kicking horse.&nbsp; You are also dropping a 12 foot lance.&nbsp; Somewhere in here, you have managed to, despite encumbering armour, draw a longbow (that's 6 feet from tip to tip correct)&nbsp; Drawing another arrow, nocking it, and taking aim.&nbsp; This is somehow taking place in 3 seconds.&nbsp; Here, i'll get a stopwatch, if anyone here can draw an nock a longbow from a safe compartment (such as preventing breakage in case of a fall) in 5 seconds i'll give it to you.&nbsp; Now, onto the round.Sul'Dan, continues his slow advance and fires again, (13+7=20) but this time, the gods smile upon him, and the arrow sticks strait through the mage's thigh (7+2=9).&nbsp; Alexander, takes a step forward, and also fires his bow (natural 20 2+6=8), slashing open the mage's arm (2).&nbsp; Arcanra, charges into the fray, and swings wildly with his sword (11+6=17), opening a cut along the unprotected mage's chest (5+1=6).&nbsp; Tores continues running towards the mage, has a momentary freeze up, and then continues again...&nbsp; yeah.&nbsp; Gavin continues moving until he is in position to strike next round.&nbsp; Jasper [sorry for moving for you, but we needed to keep things moving] notices that all available Zhents have fled, and begins advancing upon the camp.&nbsp; The mage, looked like he was preparing another spell, but instead, gasps, and sinks to his knees with a bloody gurgle.&nbsp; As Arcanra stands rather triumphantly over his seemingly defeated foe, three reddish bolts of energy streak out from a well adorned tent, and strike Arcanra, knocking the breath from his body, and bruising his frail elvish skin horribly (14).&nbsp; Also, noticeable, are several fairly timid looking Zhents emerging from around the camp at the now isolated Arcanra.....</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Felvon Tavor, post: 694114, member: 9040"] OOC: sorry bout the firing, but i try and base my rounds off of logic. You are dismounting from a wounded, kicking horse. You are also dropping a 12 foot lance. Somewhere in here, you have managed to, despite encumbering armour, draw a longbow (that's 6 feet from tip to tip correct) Drawing another arrow, nocking it, and taking aim. This is somehow taking place in 3 seconds. Here, i'll get a stopwatch, if anyone here can draw an nock a longbow from a safe compartment (such as preventing breakage in case of a fall) in 5 seconds i'll give it to you. Now, onto the round. Sul'Dan, continues his slow advance and fires again, (13+7=20) but this time, the gods smile upon him, and the arrow sticks strait through the mage's thigh (7+2=9). Alexander, takes a step forward, and also fires his bow (natural 20 2+6=8), slashing open the mage's arm (2). Arcanra, charges into the fray, and swings wildly with his sword (11+6=17), opening a cut along the unprotected mage's chest (5+1=6). Tores continues running towards the mage, has a momentary freeze up, and then continues again... yeah. Gavin continues moving until he is in position to strike next round. Jasper [sorry for moving for you, but we needed to keep things moving] notices that all available Zhents have fled, and begins advancing upon the camp. The mage, looked like he was preparing another spell, but instead, gasps, and sinks to his knees with a bloody gurgle. As Arcanra stands rather triumphantly over his seemingly defeated foe, three reddish bolts of energy streak out from a well adorned tent, and strike Arcanra, knocking the breath from his body, and bruising his frail elvish skin horribly (14). Also, noticeable, are several fairly timid looking Zhents emerging from around the camp at the now isolated Arcanra..... [/QUOTE]

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