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Tough Prisoner: "For fuck's sake."

Scrawny Prisoner: "They can't all be geniuses, eheheh."

“I have no idea how to use a two handed weapon, trust me, this is for the better.”

"Try and separate the monkeys, I think I can get one of the pathetic creatures working for us."

With what?

oh I never said I was taking those

You..didn't say you were grabbing a spear

I meant to do that

I just thought that when you said I found that instead of a crossbow that I took it

Sure then, you took....one?

multiple probably

all of the spears

It sounded like you just took the knife

I meant to say that I took the spears

I apologize

Alright

Give me an attack roll

/r d20+2

@Rusp: d20+2 = (16)+2 = 18

Roll damage

d6

/r d6

@Rusp: d6 = (6) = 6

666

You jam it into the demon-monkey's chest. It screams out feverishly.

Hmm, 3 constitution....

/r d20

@Gent: d20 = (7) = 7

It starts bleeding out

gottem

Big boy is gonna run towards the monkeys, and make a sweeping attack through the crowd.

/r d20+6

@Gent: d20+6 = (3)+6 = 9

good job big man

They back out of the way as his flail whooshes past.

The scrawny prisoner is gonna carefully observe his two opponents.

/r d20

@Gent: d20 = (11) = 11

He goes towards the fey and casts a spell.

@Gent: d20+1 = (5)+1 = 6

man

One of fey's eyes glaze over.

That was a saving throw

I realized after I typed that

Alright then

I’m too used to urealms magic

Two of the fey draw back their bows.

/r d20+4

@Gent: d20+4 = (3)+4 = 7

/r d20+4

@Gent: d20+4 = (17)+4 = 21

oof

And arrow sinks into the big guy's chest.

The scrawny one slinks away in fear.

/r d8

@Gent: d8 = (4) = 4

A stream of blood leaks out, he shrugs it off.

One of the fey begins casting a spell.

A series of light sources appear around the center of the arena.

They sway up and down, circling you all.

Give me a fortitude saving throw.

/r d20+3

@Gent: d20+3 = (18)+3 = 21

/r d20

@Rusp: d20 = (6) = 6

nice

/r d20+1

@Gent: d20+1 = (14)+1 = 15

Okay, you are now....

confused

The fey that was hit by a spell is now gonna turn on its allies and cast its own spell.

/r d20+1

@Gent: d20+1 = (19)+1 = 20

/r d20+1

@Gent: d20+1 = (14)+1 = 15

/r d20+1

@Gent: d20+1 = (2)+1 = 3

The fey blows softly on a flute, playing a lovely melody. One of them drops to the ground, asleep.

Monkey time