<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Pogrom's Progress</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mob status 24 minus 12 is...well, 12.  Good shootin', y'all!  And yes, you add the enemy's AC to your To Hit roll.<br/>Mob Attack!<br/>Carlos +1 17+1=18  Miss<br/>Irina  5+2 = 7 Miss<br/>Soph 13+9= 22 Hit  Damage roll is 2...1 hit point damage<br/>Jennifer 6+9 = 15 Miss<br/>Being taken to half their HD in one round is certainly grounds for a Morale check which 4+4=<span class="bbc_u">8</span> fails.</div></div><br/>The next few moments are hectic, if not frantic, for all of you: the shadowy, earthen forms of the faceless humanoids make a fair attempt at playing zombie horde to your band of siblings, but they quickly learn to avoid Carlos.  Almost as quickly as Willard comes to the conclusion that being behind the Hispanic wrench-master from the Big Apple is a whole lot safer than standing around and waiting to get hit!  Yet almost as fast as the flurry begins, the onslaught lets up.  Against mere mortals, this horde of things would have been a lethal force with which to reckon. Against you?<br/><br/>They leave maybe half their number behind when they retreat deeper into the mine, gibbering and howling in their distress.  Of the five of you, only Soph has taken any damage--a glancing blow has left her bruised and sore, but otherwise unharmed.<br/><br/>Willard lets out a ragged breath.<br/><br/>"Remind me never to piss you guys off. Where'd you learn to fight like that?"<br/>