>>6363597<span class="mu-b">An enemy attacks!
The Northman rolls a 10: <span class="mu-s">miss!</span></span>
The sweet moment is short-lived, what with the warfare and all. Another man charges you, trying for a tackle. You turn sideways and scoot back as his lunge fails to find you. Chang’s chop finds that poor bastard flattened, though, back bleeding across a wide and painful-looking gash that the flower-knight leaves as a reminder to stay down.
<span class="mu-b">Chang <span class="mu-s">hits</span> with a 16, deals <span class="mu-s">4 damage</span>…
Another Northman down!</span>
“He will likely live,” says Chang reassuringly.
You shrug. You know how easily the oriental warrior could have sliced right through that schmuck, so you’re hardly going to reprimand him over such a superficial injury.
You hear Khorine shout something, and turn to see that the archers have managed to more-or-less group up for a second hail of arrows. You flinch, raising your oversized sword and turning it sideways to serve as something of a guard. You bat away the only one that comes close, but the guy on the ground isn’t so lucky: he catches an ally’s arrow-shaft in his ass, and howls like a hound.
<span class="mu-b">Enemies <span class="mu-s">miss</span>, and in fact roll a 1 and do so <span class="mu-s">critically!</span></span>
“That’s enough,” says Jimmy, stepping up and rolling up his newly-tailored sleeves and free up his arms for a series of pinwheeling motions that precede a spell you haven’t seen in quite some time.
“Ah shit, get down!” you yell, yanking Chang’s new western-wear by the front to bring him low as your agitated paramour reaches into the Elemental Plane of Earth and summons forth:
“<Stone Call!>”
<span class="mu-b">James Efron spends <span class="mu-s">3 MP</span> to upcast his spell to cover an area and everyone in it!
Elementalism + one bonus die for Conjuration… But he still only rolls 15.
Luckily, that’s enough to <span class="mu-s">hit</span> since he upcast, and with that extra MP pumped in it deals 4d6 damage!
A rumbling sounds suddenly explodes into a cacophony like a thousand kids dropping a millon marbles at all once. Jimmy’s reply to the rain of arrows is a shower of stones: rocks, pebbles, random jagged bits of extraplanar earth, the whole works. It’s an expensive gambit you’ve seen him employ against those enemies which can resist his favoured elements every now and again, and you suppose it’s less likely to kill than the alternatives…
“For fuck’s sake, Jim!” you say, pushing yourself up off the ground and shaking sand and soil out of your hair. “You SUCK at aiming that one, ya know that?!”
Jimmy smugly points to the other side of you, saying: “I think I did alright.”
James Efron deals <span class="mu-s">12 damage</span>: enough to KO <span class="mu-s">6 Northmen</span>, including all the archers.
James Efron's MP: <span class="mu-s">1</span>/5</span>
