In a fit of panic Yagsi sends a gout of flame at the large swarm of rats that ran past him successfully roasting half of them to death! He feels pride well up till he looks up from the ground to see to of his companions smoldering from flame and with anger
Yagsi relishes in his Burning glory, blowing a puff of smoke off his hands. “Getting hot in here hu— OH SHEEEID”
Ya dumb redneck ****! You cousin ******* piece of shit. My air force 1s are ruined. I’m gonna beat you to death with my Walkman as soon as these rats are toast!! Jk
Zilzu unmoved by the spastic action of his new companion burning of 2 others thinks yeah fire. Calmly grabs his torch and ignites it with some of the remaining licking flames on tackle boxes backside. He turns and waves the fire around in one of the piles of rats leaving only a few rats left in the smaller pile.
Augustus reaches back with his mighty maul in hopes of obliterating every last rat in a single blow and comes down with his maul with as much force as he could muster but poured to much attention to damage and not enough to aim completely pulverizing a stone but no rat guts are on his maul as he raises it.
Another handful of rats go limp as the smoldering tackle box lashes out with his short sword, then the two piles of rats form a single pile less than half the size each one started as and begin to flee in the direction of the exit.
The party moves forward cautiously nervous about further encounters as a couple of members are now much worse for wear. It's not long before the group arrives at the tunnel exit. As expected the door is locked. And the lock is rusted the key is used but it doesn't seem to want to turn it might take some fiddling to avoid breaking the key off.
Rust is no for Thallan's nimble fingers with ease he opens the lock and the wrought-iron bar grate at the end of the tunnel with complete silence he takes two steps out of the exit before he notices a band of cultists trudging down the stream bed.
2 Dex Saving Throw
Dex 22
Burning hands dmg
13
9
In a fit of panic Yagsi sends a gout of flame at the large swarm of rats that ran past him successfully roasting half of them to death! He feels pride well up till he looks up from the ground to see to of his companions smoldering from flame and with anger
Yagsi relishes in his Burning glory, blowing a puff of smoke off his hands. “Getting hot in here hu— OH SHEEEID”
Ya dumb redneck ****! You cousin ******* piece of shit. My air force 1s are ruined. I’m gonna beat you to death with my Walkman as soon as these rats are toast!! Jk
i try to roast some rats 12 +2
damage 7
You hit roll 1d8
Zilzu unmoved by the spastic action of his new companion burning of 2 others thinks yeah fire. Calmly grabs his torch and ignites it with some of the remaining licking flames on tackle boxes backside. He turns and waves the fire around in one of the piles of rats leaving only a few rats left in the smaller pile.
Augustus attacks the closest pile of rats.
Attack: 8
dmg: 13
Augustus reaches back with his mighty maul in hopes of obliterating every last rat in a single blow and comes down with his maul with as much force as he could muster but poured to much attention to damage and not enough to aim completely pulverizing a stone but no rat guts are on his maul as he raises it.
Attack: 12 Damage: 3
Another handful of rats go limp as the smoldering tackle box lashes out with his short sword, then the two piles of rats form a single pile less than half the size each one started as and begin to flee in the direction of the exit.
Attack pile
short sword roll 9+5
Damage 4+3
dagger 6+5
dam 2+3
The half elven ranger nimbly leaps forward slashing and stabbing the pile of rats reducing their current numbers by half again.
The party moves forward cautiously nervous about further encounters as a couple of members are now much worse for wear. It's not long before the group arrives at the tunnel exit. As expected the door is locked. And the lock is rusted the key is used but it doesn't seem to want to turn it might take some fiddling to avoid breaking the key off.
Sleight of hand
dexterity roll 20 +5
woo hoo my first 20
Rust is no for Thallan's nimble fingers with ease he opens the lock and the wrought-iron bar grate at the end of the tunnel with complete silence he takes two steps out of the exit before he notices a band of cultists trudging down the stream bed.
Attack closest cultist with bow
longbow roll 5 +5
damage 1+3