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Marellia the debonair elf swordswoman leaped over the chasm, gliding through the air, a majestic eagle swooping towards her prey. She pulled her sword from the scabbard on her back, the blade glistening in the sunlight, sending shimmering beams of light over the battered and torn battlefield. Time slowed as the gargantuan orc chieftain turned to see the elf flying towards him. She pulled the sword over her shoulder and swung. The magical blade sailed through the air, the sharp metal singing. It missed the orc entirely.

Jason stared at the twenty-sided die on the table. He’d rolled a one.

ha!
you set that one up well

Thanks {:0)

Brings back waaaaaaaayyyy too many memories. ***Shudder***

I can't believe I survived the Tomb of Horrors (4th edition) with how many ones and twos I rolled!