Description |
Dice |
Result |
reroll vs cal |
1d20 |
2 |
*sizzle |
2d8 |
9 |
-> |
d8 |
8 |
-> |
d8 |
1 |
hail vs Glock |
1d20 |
10 |
hail vs Cal |
1d20 |
20 |
hail vs gord |
1d20 |
17 |
*ouchy |
2d6 |
6 |
-> |
d6 |
5 |
-> |
d6 |
1 |
rebukin' em |
1d20 |
17 |
|
The enemy is tearing holes through G-Unit's ranks. Cal racks his brains for anything he knows about his gnollish adversaries, hoping to perhaps bargain with them. What he remembers isn't encouraging.
Holy crap does Cal know a lot about gnolls (Nature Check 21):
Grimacing, he leans around the corner and fires. One of his arrows flies directly into the nearest devil's laughing maw, and the creatures falls heavily to the floor. The captured peasants murmur in awe as the devil's body melts into a caustic sludge, its evil spirit banished back to the hells to climb the ranks all over again.
Yup, killed. (They have 46 HP, Zerg)
Cal draws a bead on the nearest gnoll as Gheth holds it back. He'd been looking for a new fur cloak.
Gnasc snarls as his idiotic underlings pack themselves into the narrow passageway. What good are greater numbers if you can't
surround the enemy? These pups know nothing of tactics, let alone tradition. He strides to the far end of the corridor, watching the godservant throw himself stupidly into harm's way even when someone weaker could be sacrificed instead. They always did that!
God-worship was always too complicated for Gnasc to understand. So many complicated rules. Demons were straightforward; they mostly wanted you to kill things.
He levels the object in his hand in Gheth's direction: he's close enough now to identify it as a wand.
"The Destroyer sends his greetings, reptile."
A roiling blast of fire leaps over the heads of the claw fighters, slamming into Gheth's chest and splashing him with flames.
Hellish Rebuke: 10 damage to Gheth
Framarth just mutters irritably and circles around the pool. He could just barely spot the halfling capering around at the far end of the corridor. The midget thought he was safe back there, did he? Not quite.
Framarth slams his warhammer into the floor, and a rumble goes through the fortress. Rocks begin to fall from the ceiling over Gordok's head, pelting him and his nearby allies and smashing them to the floor. Cal dodges reflexively, miraculously avoiding all the falling debris.
Brimstone Hail centered on B18
13 damage to Glock, Gordok (both knocked prone)
Cal activates Gambler's Suit: reroll misses him
Start of Glock's turn: 5 poison damage
Glock 12, Gheth 7, Garrmondo 6, Duergar Recruits 23, Gordok 23, Gnoll Claw Fighters 19, Spined Devils 19, Cal 19, Gnasc 14, Framarth 14
What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?