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<blockquote data-quote="BoldItalic" data-source="post: 7200947" data-attributes="member: 6777052">Goat, Tasha and Albert went outside to watch, as did most of the customers of the inn. Footnote the Bard was single-handedly attacking the orcs with flair, with elan, and with Thunderwave spells.&quot;Should we help?&quot; wondered Tasha.&quot;The bard or the orcs?&quot; answered Goat nastily.&quot;Look at the way he's blasting the snow away, so the orcs' skis hit bare rock and they fall over. I bet you can't do that.&quot;&quot;I wouldn't try. There's no point in just annoying orcs. You either slaughter them quickly or make friends. And he's not doing either.&quot;&quot;You're just jealous.&quot;&quot;At least I saved against his Charisma. You're just infatuated with him.&quot;&quot;Guys, Guys!&quot; interrupted Albert, half-wishing Tippy was back here to knock a few heads together. Without his leadership, the team was falling apart. &quot;Let's just see how he gets on, shall we?&quot;&quot;My bet is, he runs out of spell slots before he runs out of orcs.&quot;&quot;How many do you think he has?&quot;&quot;Twelve slots, and about two hundred orcs in waves of about ten.&quot;&quot;Some encounters, you walk away from almost unscathed,&quot; suggested Albert philosophically. &quot;Some, you don't walk, you run. I want to see if he knows the difference.&quot;&quot;What's he doing now?&quot;&quot;Cartwheels?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="BoldItalic, post: 7200947, member: 6777052"] [COLOR=blue]Goat, Tasha and Albert went outside to watch, as did most of the customers of the inn. Footnote the Bard was single-handedly attacking the orcs with flair, with elan, and with [I]Thunderwave[/I] spells. "Should we help?" wondered Tasha. "The bard or the orcs?" answered Goat nastily. "Look at the way he's blasting the snow away, so the orcs' skis hit bare rock and they fall over. I bet you can't do that." "I wouldn't try. There's no point in just [I]annoying[/I] orcs. You either slaughter them quickly or make friends. And he's not doing either." "You're just jealous." "At least I saved against his Charisma. You're just infatuated with him." "Guys, Guys!" interrupted Albert, half-wishing Tippy was back here to knock a few heads together. Without his leadership, the team was falling apart. "Let's just see how he gets on, shall we?" "My bet is, he runs out of spell slots before he runs out of orcs." "How many do you think he has?" "Twelve slots, and about two hundred orcs in waves of about ten." "Some encounters, you walk away from almost unscathed," suggested Albert philosophically. "Some, you don't walk, you [I]run[/I]. I want to see if he knows the difference." "What's he doing [I]now[/I]?" "Cartwheels?"[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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