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Message: <blockquote data-quote="nimisgod" data-source="post: 2386012" data-attributes="member: 10283">OOG: Ishmael  holds the glaive in his left hand, draws a cold iron dart from his belt and <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=113553" target="_blank"> drives(1d20+27=41, 1d3+2=3 damage)</a> it into the Redcap. Dart +27 1d3+2Ishmael cheers for his awakened companions and gives another elated yell when Rodimus dodges the death-dealing Scythe.At last, good news for the side of Right! thinks the Knight of the Wooden Sword.Then he remembers the rapidly receding effects of the divination. Another second passes and his clear view of the Redcap begins to return to the normal chaotic perspective of combat. With the enemy so far away, there was only one thing he could do without approaching it.I have to draw it to myself! I must wound him!Ishmael drives the butt of the Glaive into the ground and holds it with his left hand to steady himself. He then plucks a dart, an arrow-shaped implement wrought of Cold Iron, from his belt and grasps it tightly with his right hand. And with an accuracy honed by an entire childhood of throwing rocks and guided by an ancestry of sorcerous blood, he casts the Cold Iron Dart into the Fey's flesh."Leave him be, Fiend! Thine enemy be here, Ishmael of the Wooden Sword!" </blockquote>