Stargate @ 13/9/2021 11:05

Spin @ 13/9/2021 10:35 (Alia, you can probably take your turn if you want, that way it's up the next time Cody checks in). (I think it's Curtis' turn?)

(Well, then Curtis should take his turn.)

##Attack Snakah
Rolled: 13 (13) [1d20]

Damage
Rolled: 4 (4) [1d6]

##Feinting attack (gives me advantage and this number adds to dmg
Rolled: 6 (6) [1d10]

##Extra Attack with advantage
Rolled: 2 (2) [1d20]
Rolled: 8 (8) [1d20]

Damage
Rolled: 2 (2) [1d6]

Cody @ 14/9/2021 16:44

High goes to strike again… but misses!

Hugh is feeling particularly inspired

I’ll use my inspiration point from long ago to reroof

Rolled: 10 (10) [1d20]

Reroll*

Would I use the same damage roll if that were to hit or a new one

good question.

I would say a new damage roll since we are redoing it all basically

Curtis @ 14/9/2021 16:51

Cody @ 14/9/2021 16:44 High goes to strike again… but misses! Hugh is feeling particularly inspired I’ll use my inspiration point from long ago to reroof Rolled: 10 (10) [1d20]

Hugh decides the hell with this fighting stuff. He looks to his left and sees an old wooden hut not more than 10 feet away. It looks structurally sound, but there are definitely holes in the roof of the hut.

"I am good at fixing things" he says, reapplying a piece of skin that was falling off his left thigh. "I think I'll fix that roof."

He looks around, find some old plywood sheeting behind the hut and gets to work. He scrambles up onto the roof, via a nearby tree, then works to attach the sheeting over the holes. Having no real tools, he removes his lower arm bones to serve as a hammer, and then uses the fingers from the hand that was attached to that as rudimentary nails. After some banging, Hugh jumps down to admire his work.

"While it isn't pretty, I think it'll hold!" he exclaims. "Self high five!" he shouts, only to then remember his other hand is now part of the building.

Hugh, filled with inspiration…how do you wanna do this?

After missing two swings and with the end seemingly near, Hugh looks over at the body of his dear friend Aphorio. Rage swells up inside of him as he eyes Aphorio’s killer, Snakha. With a burst of inspiration, Hugh musters up a final swing, connecting his shortsword with Snakha’s shoulder.

As his foe falls to his knees, Hugh considers a needlessly violent demise for the orc who has harassed him for far too long. But in a moment of pity, and a sign of respect for his fellow fighter, Hugh makes it quick as his blade streaks across Snakha’s throat.

As Snakha finishes bleeding out, Hugh leans down and begins routinely carving flesh from his body. Hugh slaps some fresh Snakha fillets around his exposed bones, wrapping them tight and weaving some green into his patchwork canvas.

Hugh grips his wounds and shakily rises to his feet, wondering if the game is finally over.

##end turn

With my amazing eyes would I know how tall the trees are?