(At 2016-09-25 18:24:20, Irina (uid: 58164) rolls: 1d8 Result: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=95133)<br/>At 2016-09-25 18:24:01, Irina (uid: 58164) rolls: 1d10a2 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=95132)<br/>At 2016-09-25 18:22:34, Irina (uid: 58164) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=95131)<br/>If I read that right, that's 3 damage to the mob.)<br/><br/>Irina gives off a swift sneeze. All the dust down here... and the air, so dry. At least it keeps the stench down. And the feeling of wrongness, as well. It's at least as wrong as a barefooted girl with fangs and taloned hands, no?<br/><br/>"Nah, don't diss old Nyalry. At least his henchman is cool, and if you only saw the old guy in his Hugh Hefner robes..." She winks at the man, then lunges at the nearest few former mine workers. "I guess you can't be saved, can you?" Her claws flash in the austere light, slicing at the closest few "guards".