<div class="floatright">(http://blogs.villagevoice.com/runninscared/Leatherman.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Jacopo Torrhen</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=882445)<br/><strong>Status:</strong><em>Inertial Armor</em>(+5 to AC), Altered Defense (DR 1/-), total AC 18 [22 vs. AoOs from moving]<br/><strong>HP</strong>19<br/><hr/><br/><em>Allessandra?  Flavio?</em>Only a moment before he had heard their laughter, the pitter-patter of their little feet through the door of his long-vanished flat ... and known that Gavriella was there, too, watching over them, waiting for him.  But instead of stepping into their sacred home, his feet had let him into a hell beyond his imagining.  Jacopo Torrhen stumbles on hard stone beneath him, spots swirling in his eyes as he tries to take in the situation, tries to make sense of the chaos hitting his mind with a clarity he's not known in over a decade.<br/><br/>Across from him, enclosed by the same circle (summoning?<em>Have I been summoned like some helper daemon?</em>his panicked thoughts flash), stands a creature of flame, obviously female but otherwise looking like some inhuman engine of fiery destruction.  As a foreign thought marks someone as deadly invaders and high-pitched voices scream brutal threats, the she-devil's words don't even register before her attack distorts the air above him.  Shuddering, his mouth gaping open as he struggles for breath in the alien air, Jacopo's street instincts kick in to carry him far and fast from danger.<br/><br/>A simple exertion of will toughens his skin slightly, and his left arm pushes back the sleeve of his right to reveal one of the blue-inked tattoos waiting there, marked in his mind as "in case of emergency".  A tap is all it takes to cause it to transmigrate itself around him, as a slight hardening of the air, his forearm clearing to show his grime-encrusted, fine-haired skin.  But that moment was already too much; to his left and right other creatures closed in, some sort of lizard boy and another flaming animal, this time a hound.  Drawing his dagger and holding it before himself, flailing almost at random to ward off attacks, Jacopo makes a mad dash for the edge of this fell platform and throws himself off, flattening against its wall when he reaches what he hopes is earth, his eyes wide in fear and his breathing ragged as he stares out over the blasted landscape.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Crunch</div><div class="spoiler_body">As a swift action, Jacopo activates Altered Defense 1 to gain DR 1/-.  He then taps one of his tattoos to give himself +5 armor AC.  This action provokes, if anyone is near enough to take an AoO.  He then moves between Fyr Arnor and the closest Kobold, running to the edge of the platform (to the left of the ghost there) and being perfectly willing to eat their AoOs if he provokes from his movement.  <br/><br/>Presuming he still has movement left (30 ft. move and it seems like he's 20 feet away from the edge), he jumps off and attempts an Acrobatics check to ignore the 10 ft. fall, then, if not prone, uses the cover provided by the wall to Stealth.<br/><br/>Acrobatics: At 2014-05-14 21:42:23, Blackflow (uid: 7844) rolls: 1d20a8 Result: 23 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=58329)<br/>Stealth: At 2014-05-14 21:42:56, Blackflow (uid: 7844) rolls: 1d20a13 Result: 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=58330)</div></div>