To Help Each Other
Kaspar comes out with a 17 on his Fortitude check (because I changed to the sparkly die I'm sure).
Castille exercises steely resolve as he reloads his light crossbow. He ignores Kaspar's yelps -- or rather he hears them but chooses to attack rather than exhibit any sympathy. While Kaspar is angry with Castille for dragging him into endless danger, Castille was not unaffected by the sight of his friend's body limp under the hands of Fast Eddie.
Raising the crossbow to his shoulder once again, Castille seems to pray. In reality he recites an elvish poem interwoven with magical incantations in order to calm his nerves and steady his hand. "To protect..." he mutters and pulls the trigger, slowly, smoothly.
Some of the above is obviously just color. Regardless, Castille scores a 19 (Rolled a 15 +1 for masterwork bolt +3 =19). Damage is 5.
Kaspar, meahwhile, is indeed yelping. At the top of his lungs. The anger in his chest is not enough to quell his desire to draw the monster's attention away from Castille. Dodging two tentacles, lopping off the thrid, Kaspar will not stop. He again brings his blade to bear against the aberration. Yelling, shouting, stomping his feet.
Behold the power of the sparkly die. Kaspar gets a 21. Damage is a 10. I think I just used up all of my good D&D karma.
Castille exercises steely resolve as he reloads his light crossbow. He ignores Kaspar's yelps -- or rather he hears them but chooses to attack rather than exhibit any sympathy. While Kaspar is angry with Castille for dragging him into endless danger, Castille was not unaffected by the sight of his friend's body limp under the hands of Fast Eddie.
Raising the crossbow to his shoulder once again, Castille seems to pray. In reality he recites an elvish poem interwoven with magical incantations in order to calm his nerves and steady his hand. "To protect..." he mutters and pulls the trigger, slowly, smoothly.
Some of the above is obviously just color. Regardless, Castille scores a 19 (Rolled a 15 +1 for masterwork bolt +3 =19). Damage is 5.
Kaspar, meahwhile, is indeed yelping. At the top of his lungs. The anger in his chest is not enough to quell his desire to draw the monster's attention away from Castille. Dodging two tentacles, lopping off the thrid, Kaspar will not stop. He again brings his blade to bear against the aberration. Yelling, shouting, stomping his feet.
Behold the power of the sparkly die. Kaspar gets a 21. Damage is a 10. I think I just used up all of my good D&D karma.
posted by Tim C Koppang
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