Re: DoD OOC
Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 11:56 am
They are all very average, but average isn't always a bad thing
All I need is a 15.Nuke wrote:ok, here is my first roll. not that I am a metagamer, but this is just way too average.
stat roll (4d6.takeHighest(3)=11, 4d6.takeHighest(3)=10, 4d6.takeHighest(3)=11, 4d6.takeHighest(3)=10, 4d6.takeHighest(3)=10, 4d6.takeHighest(3)=9)
The intention is to roll a specialist mage.....so, roll two.
stat roll 2 (4d6.takeHighest(3)=14, 4d6.takeHighest(3)=10, 4d6.takeHighest(3)=11, 4d6.takeHighest(3)=12, 4d6.takeHighest(3)=12, 4d6.takeHighest(3)=10)
stat roll 3 (4d6.takeHighest(3)=12, 4d6.takeHighest(3)=13, 4d6.takeHighest(3)=13, 4d6.takeHighest(3)=11, 4d6.takeHighest(3)=12, 4d6.takeHighest(3)=11)
Well, I guess it ain't in the cards...unless I can do a 2-for-1 swap on roll 2?
it'll be a simple mage.
Um, Breila, according to the handout NoTrammeling made, the temple of Lanthadar burned down nearly a decade ago and has not been rebuilt since then.Breila wrote:"The constable has sent for a priest?" Eringard asks with a frown. "The temple of Lathander is right in town, he can simply ask any of us."
NoTrammeling wrote:5) Ruined Temple of Lathander
Once the largest temple of the city, this structure burned in a mysterious fire eight years ago. Many priests failed to escape the flames. The hierarchy of Lathander plans to rebuild the temple and guard it with experienced fighters and priests, but these plans have been delayed several times because of mysterious fires, accidents, and hauntings.
Raina is drinking with mercenaries. Eringard is headed out to look for her cousin across town. Gimak is going upstairs to his room. Elianna is headed to check on her horse, and she's giving her room key to 12-year-old Maria.Stik wrote:When Eringard stands and begins to leave, and Gimak does the same, Traern is puzzled. When Elianna offers Maria the room key, his jaw drops. "Is this your idea of looking out for each other? To immediately split up?" Traern says quietly, but with a hard edge to his voice. "This is unwise."
You see that? You see? This is the sort of thing Traern was on about.NoTrammeling wrote:Back at the Teshford Arms...Gimak takes a seat at an empty table towards the back of the tavern...
The door to the inn opens roughly, the doorway shortly filled by two dangerous-looking men in full ringmail, both carrying shields with longswords at their belts. One is tall and lithe, the other stocky and thick. They're scowling, cooly scanning the place before stepping aside to admit the third member of their trio. An shiftless-looking orc of middling height and thin build, equipped with a leather jerkin and a club at his waist, steps between the two humans. His eyes dart quickly about the room, finally resting on Gimak. He nods his head in the dwarf's direction and the trio quickly approach.
At this time the inn has gone silent, the atmosphere tense. The mercs and guardsmen, even those too drunk to stand, are suddenly fascinated by the tables in front of them or the contents of their flagons. Before she can take Gimak's order, his waitress slips away into the kitchen.
The two men in ringmail look like they can carry themselves, but the orc in the middle does not move like a fighting man. They halt directly in front of Gimak's table, the swaggering humans sneering contemptuously. The orc speaks. "I am Marrakt, and I speak for the Constable Tren Noemfor. Where is the rest of your group?" His tone is all bravado, expecting compliance.