<div class="floatleft">(http://img223.imageshack.us/img223/9462/nishkaside.jpg)</div><strong>Action:</strong>Nishka<strong>does not</strong>continue<em>Inspire Courage</em>; it will expire in 5 rounds. She uses her standard action to throw an ounce of gunpowder into the nearby fire, attempting to use her bluff skill to create a diversion (no attacks of opportunity).<br/><br/><strong>(Bluff Check)</strong>Roll Result: Nishka rolled: 1d20, modifying each die by +13, Result: 29 (Modified by any circumstance penalties or bonuses; the use of gunpowder might have helped to make her distraction more convincing)<br/><br/>Nishka uses her move action to dive for cover, attempting to hide beneath one of the gypsy wagons. If her diversion is successful, she would not provoke an attack of opportunity.<br/><br/><strong>(Hide Check)</strong>Roll Result: Nishka rolled: 1d20, modifying each die by +18, Result: 20 (-10 to that roll, though, according to the PHB on page 76, so her result is only a 10).<br/><br/>Even if they do see her, Nishka now has some amount of cover provided by the wagon above her, and the spoked wheel between the girl and the dragonmen (benefits are up to the DM). The PHB (pg. 151) has some suggestions for the bonus to AC, and the standard-looking number is +4 to AC. Still, they would have to duck down to get at her; cover also provides +2 bonus to Reflex saves.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Nishka screamed as something sliced through her clothing, and into the soft flesh of her belly beneath it. Wet, sticky blood soaked through her clothing, and suddenly she felt her overwhelming desire for self-preservation returning; being courageous was all good and well as long as nothing was trying to kill you. Fear, however, was meant to keep you alive.<br/><br/>Staggering back, Nishka took a small handful of gunpowder in one hand, flinging it past the dragon men, and into the roaring fire behind them. It exploded with a loud blast, drawing their attention. By the time they turned back to face her, Nishka had already dived for cover beneath the gypsy vardo. The wagon was large, and imacculate, and she held still behind one of it's great, big wheels, hoping that she had escaped unseen. She struggled not to whimper and cry as the searing pain of her deep gash burned deep within her abdomen.