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Dark Fire Lily
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rolled 79, 4, 77, 50, 22, 46, 10, 66, 72, 28, 92, 19, 44, 76, 69, 91, 43, 3, 52, 22, 96, 51, 68, 49, 93, 54, 8, 77, 85, 96, 78, 63, 99, 54, 12, 20, 100, 22, 86, 71, 49, 77, 89, 93, 53, 58, 84, 95, 61, 35, 17, 57, 86, 85, 5, 79, 38, 12, 55, 22, 7, 32, 85, 6, 86, 97, 26, 85, 18, 11, 56, 67 = 3973
>>778769
Getting back to full HP after that barrage of force bolts (which almost caved in his chest) will take about three days. That'll use up a fifth of his food supplies and all his drinking water, but is otherwise feasible, so I'm rolling for hourly random encounters. Anything below 40 is probably bad news.
>>778810
>get the drop on the bandits
>rolled 6, 5, 6 = 17
The bandits are bloodthirsty in the very literal sense of being vampires. At least five of them, two of whom somehow managed to disappear from Isaiah's scrying (the word "avian" derives from "via," meaning road or path, and a prefix meaning without) to sneak around behind. The one waiting at the corner casually snatches Isaiah's hammer away, and is about to say something witty and contemptuous...
>>778754
>rolled 5, 2, 1 = 8
...when Helen fires a crossbow bolt through where Isaiah's neck might have been expected to be. This was not entirely intentional on her part. Holding a crossbow steady in one hand, a lantern in the other, is tricky enough without the ally in front of you making ill-considered attempts to dodge in tight quarters. Isaiah is, fortunately, entirely unhurt. The bolt becomes lodged up the hammer-stealing vampire's nose.
One of the bloodthirsty bandits in the flanking group attempts to punch Helen in the spine, then stares down, wide-eyed, at gray ashes flaking away from the stump of his wrist.
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