Inside a treasure vault...Darren, feeling awfully mischievous at the moment, tries to do an amazing practical joke he just thought of!
[Telekinesis roll: 4]
He telekinetically grabs one of the swords and makes it fly past the plunderer's head, shearing off a small bit of his hair with a powerful swipe! He then proceeds to phase down into some treasure and sort-of duck, resisting the urge to giggle.
[Plunderer fear management roll: 5]
The guy carefully examines the lock of hair he just lost, then the sword that just clanked against the wall.
[Plunderer intelligence roll: ?]
He carefully examines the room, then equally carefully backs out, opening the massive door and slowly closing it back up. Darren then hears rapid footsteps outside. Can't blame him, really. After all, it is generally considered not a good idea to stay in rooms where sharp objects have the unfortunate tendency of flying at your head.
Near the town hall...Tom decides that this business is not worth getting mixed up in, at least not with his equipment loadout, so he tries again to find a tannery of some kind.
[Search roll: 1]
Though finding another tannery was quite the longshot, Tom is very pleased that there indeed is one! Now he only has to head inside and-
A large creature, about ten feet tall in total and seemingly made of random pieces of various leather products, suddenly kicks out the door of the tannery and ducks out of the now-empty doorway! There appears to be a short bearded man dressed in a brown robe riding on its shoulders, yelling triumphantly!
"IT LIVES! IT LIVES! NOW, LEATHERFIST! CARRY ME TO VICTORY!"He seems pretty out of it. You'd have to be to make something like that, Tom believes.
On a collapsed second floor...Luke, ever the stoic, lets out but a single
"Ow" as he is buried under a massive mountain of wood. It is, after all, kind of what he wanted. Still, he probably should be getting out right about now. It's getting uncomfortable.
[Strength roll: 6+1]
Drawing from his vast experience of listening to drunk people's stories of heroic exploits of manly manliness performed while drunk, he does what only the manliest of all could possibly do - he decides to punch his way out of the collapsed roof.
After that doesn't work, he decides to settle for just tearing through the wreckage and roaring extremely loudly to prove his point. After that bit of business, he calmly picks up a few pieces of wood. Well now, that wasn't so difficult, was it?
Near a group of terrorized villagers...Vincent, his thirst for justice not yet slaked, tries some more murder on the villagers.
[Villager escape roll: 2]
[Vincent pursuit roll: 4]
He easily catches up with the confused group, then uses their time together to work his staff swing.
[Vincent vs. Villagers: 2+1 vs. 2-
1]
He sort-of halfheartedly smashes one villager's head in, then half-decapitates another with the torus at the top of his staff. Three left, he supposes?
[Villager escape roll: 2]
[Vincent pursuit roll: 1]
Dear gods, this is so boring. They hardly even try to fight back. Rather than humiliate himself doing this any longer, Vincent just lets the remaining three go. They'll probably die perfectly well on their own. He then goes on to loot his new kills.
[Loot roll: 3]
Let's see, clamshells, feathers, primitive "weapons". How quaint. Particularly that chief fellow. His outfit is absolutely covered with worthless junk, plus it looks completely tacky.
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