<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/2vtQHDS.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>"Arty" Fellbrook</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=311048.msg15089568#msg15089568)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Caravan, On Horseback<br/><strong>HP:</strong>42 / 42<br/><strong>AC:</strong>24<strong>Touch:</strong>15<strong>Flat Footed:</strong>19<strong>CMD:</strong>19<br/><strong>Resist:</strong>Electricity 5, Cold 5, Acid 5<br/><strong>Fort:</strong>+4<strong>Reflex:</strong>+3<strong>Will:</strong>+6<br/><strong>Perception:</strong>+10 [Darkvision 60ft]<strong>Initiative:</strong>+2 [Current: 22 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=140047)]<br/><strong>Spells Remaining:</strong><em>1st Level:</em>6 / 8<em>2nd Level:</em>5 / 5<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Between the party, they made quick work of the Dretches that were attacking their section of the camp, many of them exploding into gas or pus or whatever as soon as any decent-strength hit managed to penetrate their unholy resistances. That was the good news. The bad news was what Dretch usually implied about whoever or whatever was nearby; either there was a big-ass demon portal, or there was a powerful Sorcerer out there somewhere. And if they could send a Dretch army to attack a passing caravan, well...either there was something in this caravan that they wanted, or he was just that powerful and wanted to swing his dick around for some reason and probably had hoards more stashed up his ass or something. He scowled to himself. Necromancy was one thing, right? Reanimating dead bodies was a bit squicky t' some, sure, but they were more like puppets being twitched along by a string. A string made of Negative Energy, sure, but still. But dealing with demons? Those things were always viciously evil, and either they were enslaved - which meant that Arty was not about t' lose sleep over killing the summoner - or they were allied, in which case, Arty could guarantee that their plans were likely not of the sunshine and rainbows variety.<br/><br/>He shot a glare at the squirming Dretch in Bears paws, shrieking and clawing as much as it could as he did his best not to vomit from the overwhelming stench of its exploded compatriots. The explosion of fire had caught him off guard, but a quickly cast Cure Light Wounds patched him up easily enough. He gave a soft, instinctive shudder of revulsion at the Demon - it seemed that most Aasimar shared their progenitors inherent dislike of the demonic plane - and looked at the others.<strong>"I'd say kill 'im,"</strong>he said coldly, matter of factly,<strong>"'S far as I know, Dretch only speak Abyssal, 'n unless one've you lot know it and wanna question him, he's a loose end with no real value, and keeping him alive just risks him wriggling free later."</strong>He glanced out towards the Mercenaries camp, eyes roving over the moving shapes and the flapping tents, looking for signs of struggle and fighting. They might well end up being traitors, but if they were fighting the Dretch, they were bloody well earning their coin. He might have to give 'em a thank you later.<strong>"'Sides. We need t' go and check how the Mercenaries are doing. We took out our uninvited guests pretty easily, but we're also a hell of a lot tougher and better armed than that lot are, ain't we?"</strong>He took a small half step away from the Demon, though he kept his blade levelled at it, just in case. Demons could be shifty lot, and the moment you let down your guard, you had trouble. He watched the Dretch out of the corner of his eye. The sooner they killed it, the better.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><strong>Ref Save:</strong> Arty Rolls Reflex: 1d20a3 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=140553) <strong>FAIL</strong><br/><strong>Fort Save:</strong> Arty Rolls Fortitude: 1d20a4 Result: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=140554) <strong>SUCCESS</strong><br/><br/><br/><strong>1)</strong> Arty looks around, looking and listening to see if he can find any more Dretches lurking in the woods, assisted with his Darkvision. He also looks over at the Mercenary camp to see how they are doing against their attackers and whether they need help.<br/><br/>Arty Rolls Perception: 1d20a10 Result: 27 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=140555)<br/><br/><br/><strong>2)</strong> Arty casts Cure Light Wounds on himself to recover the damage done by the fire.<br/><br/>Arty Rolls Cure Light Wounds: 1d8a5 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=140556)</div></div>