Flee!
Kaspar
Yes you did get a crit on Farvin! His AC in the dark is only 12, remember? Of course he's dead either way, but hey.
Castille
You can't aim a magic missile at what you can't see, and Castille is as blind as the humans. Elves and half-elves have low-light vision, not the darkvision of dwarves and half-orcs, so he'll have to pull out his sunrod a bit to see Bailey.
The problem is that then Bailey can see Castille as well, and then take an AoO because Castille is casting a spell. (You can steo 5 feet, but not backwards, you're in a corner, so your five-foot step still leaves you in a threatened square.) The trick would be for Castille to pull out the sunrod as he nears the end of the spell for just long enough for him to target Bailey, and then stick it back in his shirt.
In other words if you want to do this, it will require opposed Dex checks, and you will have to beat Bailey's.
And yes, you are suffering Dex damage.
I'll roll for you. A 12. And now for Bailey. A 7. Ah well.
And no, Bailey doesn't have spell resistance, he's a felon, not an outer planar freak or a drow.
Onto our show
Bailey blinks at the sudden light, but doesn't have time to orient himself before the magical darts slam into him. He responds by swinging at Castille in the dark, and while he has the right square he failed the 50% miss chance. He takes a 5-foot step backwards, breath laboring as he bleats in pain where his skin is blistering from the spell energy.
Why am I fighting for this damn cult, he asks himself. Why?
Meanwhile, Pled reacts by backpedalling furiously to stand near the fallen torch. He picks it up, but does not have time to get it properly lit yet. (He used a full-round to withdraw so as not to draw an AoO.) "Come on, Bailey, get it together!" Pled yells. "There's only two of them!"
"And there used to be four of us, blast your shriveled soul!" Bailey yells back. (Bailey makes and fails a morale check, mostly due to that intimidation roll earlier, but also due to hsi unfortunate circumstances.) Bailey drops his flail and shield (as a free action) and they clang miserably on the floor. "I surrender! Don't kill me! I know plenty about these religious freaks!"
"Khyber eats the souls of traitors!" screams Pled. "Do you hear me, weakling! Khyber will take you!"
Pled is still trying to get the torch to flare up again.
Yes you did get a crit on Farvin! His AC in the dark is only 12, remember? Of course he's dead either way, but hey.
Castille
You can't aim a magic missile at what you can't see, and Castille is as blind as the humans. Elves and half-elves have low-light vision, not the darkvision of dwarves and half-orcs, so he'll have to pull out his sunrod a bit to see Bailey.
The problem is that then Bailey can see Castille as well, and then take an AoO because Castille is casting a spell. (You can steo 5 feet, but not backwards, you're in a corner, so your five-foot step still leaves you in a threatened square.) The trick would be for Castille to pull out the sunrod as he nears the end of the spell for just long enough for him to target Bailey, and then stick it back in his shirt.
In other words if you want to do this, it will require opposed Dex checks, and you will have to beat Bailey's.
And yes, you are suffering Dex damage.
I'll roll for you. A 12. And now for Bailey. A 7. Ah well.
And no, Bailey doesn't have spell resistance, he's a felon, not an outer planar freak or a drow.
Onto our show
Bailey blinks at the sudden light, but doesn't have time to orient himself before the magical darts slam into him. He responds by swinging at Castille in the dark, and while he has the right square he failed the 50% miss chance. He takes a 5-foot step backwards, breath laboring as he bleats in pain where his skin is blistering from the spell energy.
Why am I fighting for this damn cult, he asks himself. Why?
Meanwhile, Pled reacts by backpedalling furiously to stand near the fallen torch. He picks it up, but does not have time to get it properly lit yet. (He used a full-round to withdraw so as not to draw an AoO.) "Come on, Bailey, get it together!" Pled yells. "There's only two of them!"
"And there used to be four of us, blast your shriveled soul!" Bailey yells back. (Bailey makes and fails a morale check, mostly due to that intimidation roll earlier, but also due to hsi unfortunate circumstances.) Bailey drops his flail and shield (as a free action) and they clang miserably on the floor. "I surrender! Don't kill me! I know plenty about these religious freaks!"
"Khyber eats the souls of traitors!" screams Pled. "Do you hear me, weakling! Khyber will take you!"
Pled is still trying to get the torch to flare up again.
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