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Oh, okay. I'll use that attack on the guy blocking the door, then.

I attack the cultist with my club.
1d20=16
Damage: 1d6+1= 4

Sorry I haven't posted in a while, been busy!


I take action immediately, bringing my weapons down on the cultist's head.

Club: 1d20-3+1=6

Dagger: 1d20-4+1=13
If a hit: 1d4+1=4

I blink in shock at the near-catastrophe, then quickly toss her a stool leg while keeping the other for myself and order her to step away from the door.
"I think there's just two of 'em!" I shout. "Nothing we can't handle!" Even as I say this, I feel nervous beads of perspiration dripping down my ...

You seem to have missed my last post, so I'll quote it here.

Kentr Wrolfsong wrote:As Shroner holds the door, I get my cloak and draw my dagger, then try to break off some stool legs for use as weapons. (Strength Check: 1d20+1=17).

As Shroner holds the door, I get my cloak and draw my dagger, then try to break off some stool legs for use as weapons. (Strength Check: 1d20+1=17).

"Sh*t," I groan, rolling out of bed. Deciding I may need help, I quickly try to wake Schroner.

If she doesn't wake right up, I sneak up to the left side of the door and get ready to take out the first person who comes in.

If she does wake up, I explain the situation quickly and tell he to keep the ...

Listen Check: 1d20+6=25

Too intoxicated to consider the consequences, I finish the drink (Fort Save: 1d20-1=14).

I shrug, put the weapon and card away, and decide that Lady Vaj has finally lost it. I regret ordering this particular beverage, both due to it's price and it's smell. After drinking it (Fortitude save vs drunkenness: 1d20-1=4), I absentmindedly strum my lute, hoping to entertain some of the patrons ...

Purely to spite Schroner, I order the most expensive drink they have. As I wait for service I half pay attention to my friends, despite the fact fact that I may never see them again, and further investigate the dagger and the card while trying to keep them out of sight from the other bar denizens (I ...

After a quick look around to see if the cloaked figures are still around, I decide to fight my way through the crowd over to where Getty is.
Slightly out of breath, I ask, "What is it?"

Deciding that my chances are higher with the lute, I step up as soon as the performer before me finishes. I begin to play...
1d20=16
15+7-2=21

"****," I hiss, hastily shoving the dagger into my belt and covering it with my cloak. I glance at my half-tuned lute, wondering if I could maybe finish in the next few seconds. Swearing, I put it away and begin warming up my voice; if the audience wants a show, they'll get a show. Whether it'll be ...

"****," I hiss, hastily shoving the dagger into my belt and covering it with my cloak. I glance at my half-tuned lute, wondering if I could maybe finish in the next few seconds. Swearing, I put it away and begin warming up my voice; if the audience wants a show, they'll get a show. Whether it'll be ...

A bit weirded out by what just occurred, I thoughtfully pocket the card while taking my leave of the wagon. Upon my exit, I wander the streets until I find a bench, which I sit upon and take a closer look at the dagger while preparing my lute.

6d6=24
I slowly reach out, then quickly snatch a card from the middle of the deck. Swallowing with fear that I do not understand, I hesitantly look at the card...

Not wanting to ignore the wishes of my two-year friend and mentor, I wave goodbye to my friends and head of in the direction of Lady Vaj's tent/wagon/whatever.

Sorry to interrupt, everyone, but I've spoken to Nvlutz and he's invited me to join the game. Here's my character:

Name: Renette (yes, I'm a girl, not a guy RP-ing a girl)
Class: Rogue
Race: Human
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Abilities:
STR:12
DEX:16
CON:9
INT:16
WIS:15
CHA:17



Skills:

Bluff: 4+3=7 ...