I see Johnbedamage wrinkle his brow in thought, then state "I'll dodge the first arrow and charge the archers, while yelling 'Shadow help the weakling!" He then start poking around his dice to select the ones he gonna roll with, he promptly says "two successes" and claps his hands in excitement. Johnbedamage is a strange one, most players choose a set of dice of their favorite color, but no two dice is the same color in J

ohnbedamage's bowl. The Storyteller uses black dice with red numbers while I use red dice with black numbers. On the other hand Shadow uses two different sets, one black for defense and one red for offense. While Blazing Glory uses a girly blue dice with white numbers. Then I hear the Storyteller voice forcing me to pay attention.

"You barely dodge the second arrow as your heavy armor deflects it away." He then make another test and announce "the third arrow slams home for one crit and two successes" then looks at Johnbedamage expectantly.

Taking the hint, he grabs some dice and groans at the results and mutters "a botch... and two successes."

"Oh a botch! That upgrades a normal damage to critical, so that puts you down to Injured status and you lose one action next round" replies the Storyteller with a sudden look of delight. Realizing we are looking at him, he then slaps his hands together and start rubbing them like a evil man he is. I sigh at the Storytellers play acting skills and wonder if I could do it, probably not. He then says "as you twist away from the second arrow the third arrow strikes a weak point in your heavy armor. As the arrow drives into your lower chest you gasp at the sudden burning sensation searing in your gut. You drop to your knees clutching at the offending arrow realizing that one of your internal organs is not happy right now. You then notice the three archers are pointing and laughing at you." Then the Storyteller looks at Shadow and asks "so are you going to seek revenge on the Tigerbeast for forcing you to drink those two dreadful potions or you going to do your own thing?"

Shadow replies "gotta help a bro in need, besides after drinking two disgusting healing potions I want a new tiger rug!"

"Ok! As you charge after the Tigerbeast you notice Goldbranch and Johnbedamage predicament and wonder if you made the right decision. But then you remember they still having healing potions left, and the thought of them suffering from the disgusting taste as well puts a smile on your face. The Tigerbeast has it full attention on Blazing Glory so when you run up from behind to take a stab at it to avoid needless damaging to your future rug, it suffers a plus one difficulty to avoid your attack."

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"Nice!" replies Shadow and quickly grabs some dice for a roll, and responds with "three successes and a shitty botch."

"Oh another botch, you guys are making this night interesting!" he responds with a laugh and rolls some dice and says "the Tigerbeast manage one success to dodge, so lets see how much damage you cause."

Shadow carefully select his dice for another roll and spits out the results "four successes no crit or botches."

The Storyteller counters with "three successes to soak the damage, so it takes another point of damage. Now then, lets see" while tapping his chin. "Alright, as you stab the Tigerbeast, it roars in displeasure and like a horse instinctively back kicks you for.." grabbing some dice and a quick toss he replies "four successes to hit, make your dodge, since you can't parry since your sword is in the Tigerbeast's rump."

Shadow gathers his dice slowly while cursing faintly "four successes," then peering at the results of his quick toss and states "three successes to dodge."

The Storyteller just beams at Shadow and then drops his waiting dice on the table, I see his eyes go wide and he smiles "one crit and two successes to damage."

"You and you damn crits" groans Shadow, and he immediately starts counting his dice again. Looking at the results his responds negatively "the crit gets though again and I'm down to Injured," and looks rather glum.

The Storyteller nods and continues with "you are suddenly sent flying from the Tigerbeast double back kick, one of it's rear claws somehow manage to gouge deep wounds into you upper belly and crack a rib. You quickly do a backflip and land on your feet clutching at your broken rib then stare hatefully at the Tigerbeast's smirking grin. Due to this brief attention on you, Blazing Glory finally sees a chance to smack it with his staff for a free hit or you can choose to back away from melee combat."

"Oh a free hit! He's finally out of actions" replies a happy Blazing Glory.

But Shadow quickly demands "back away and start slinging spells at those archers! Leave this damn beast to me!"

Blazing Glory frowns and says flatly "but it's a free hit."

"Don't be stupid, with your weak body do you think you can cause any damage with your staff?" responds Johnbedamage.

"Ugh, your right, what was I thinking" Blazing Glory replies as his body deflates into a slouch and states "alright, I'll back away and start weaving a firebolt with added effect extra target." He then picks though his dice to fill his cup, then does his shake shake prayer before making his roll and announces "four successes to hit."

The Storyteller just grins at the three of us before saying "as you are casting your spell, you see Johnbedamage drop to his knees giving you a clean field of fire on the three laughing archers. You are the first person to actually have time to study the archers. You see Crooked Mouth raising his bow in triumph, no doubt the one who put Johnbedamage to his knees. You see a big guy pointing at your kneeling team mate while laughing and clapping Crooked Mouth's shoulder, you name him Mohawk Dude. While the third archer you call Weasel Face is clutching his stomach as he laughs his ass off. As a pair of Firebolts roar out toward the archers, which two do you target?"

"I target Mohawk Dude and Crooked Mouth" replies Blazing Glory.