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["Gill Bates. Welcometh to the afterlife."]

The White.

Around Gill, white light encompassed all his sight-.

No airport. No bomb.

Just the White-

-And a rather ugly mug infront of Gill.

Not that Gill took much note of said ugly mug- the explosion had done nothing to Gill's sprinting gale and only blinded Gill. Gill was still running, his legs still bee-lining towards where Wiley would still have been. The ugly mug had it coming-

-running straight forward, a composed swallow gracefully catching it's prey; as composed as a cornered rat, as graceful as a dancing hippopotamus.

Several incoherent thoughts arouse from Gill's vibrant wisdom as he bull-rushed the Valkyrie looking girl.

Wait, what ugly mug, there's only one ugly mug that I know-
-And it's not mine, stroking his beard, or lack of rather, even while running.

That's it! That ugly mug could only be one person!-

"Gill Bates. Welcometh to the afterlife."

-"WILEYYYYY!"

"IS THAT YOUU!"

Gill tackled the Valkyrie full force, grasping and groping, all around her in a most manly and rough, gruff manner, searching for the bomb that could cause great harm.

"Wiley!" Gill continued,
"Wiley, do you know where we are Wiley?" Gill shaked "Wiley",
"Wiley look, the bomb's no where to be found, did you eat it!?" Gill exclaimed, his friend was not very bright.
"Wiley those are bad for you, Wiley! WILEEY!" Gill kept groping Wiley for the bomb, noting a suspicious lump around the chest that wasn't there before,
"Wiley you changed!" He knew that war changed people, but not this much...

["...Despicable"]

"...Despicable"

Gill paused, his face contorted with confounded confusion. Was this really English? Strange and incomprehensible words left Wiley's lips- Gill could not understand. His old squad-mate who helped Gill get the job at the airport stood by to give his concern.

"Don't buy into anything of what he says Gill- were here to save lives, not cause havoc. It's regrettable that old Wiley's lost his way, but we've got to put a stop to that bomb Gill. Many people are going to die if we don't stop...that." Gill remained looking deadpan at Wiley, pondering his friend's advice. His team would likely have to subdue Wiley-

But Gill only knew that he wanted to help Wiley.
He was still his comrade after all.
Therefore he must save him.

Perhaps from himself, for his own good. Gill didn't think this last part however, not this dumb log.

The demolition expert tapped Gill on the shoulder. "Boooooooooomb!" he slowly pantomimed, waving his arms left to right in wide strides to form viciously repeated x's each pass. The experts face kept twisted as 'understanding' dawned on Gill's face.

Gill stared at Wiley indignantly.

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"Wiley, you should put that down-" He began, a rare expression upon his rough countenance, a piercing glance that attracted unwarranted gravity. He raised his fingertip with great effort, rising carefully to point against the bomb.

"Don't you know that bombs-

actually blow up?"

His chest puffed up in pride, warning his dear comrade about this rare, most unheard of fact.

"It's dangerous, friend! Here- lemme take that dangerous bomb off you! I'll save you!" his team was lucky that Gill had not taken a step forward and only brought his open hand out- for now. They worried that Gill might inflame the situation- of course he would, the bomb expert thought. On the other hand the rest of the team lay bare their faith for Gill by not voicing dissent. They figured Gill had come up with some stratagem and were waiting to see it happen. Gill wouldn't fail this time or the next, they thought. Let us put faith in his actions.

Already, the repeat process of the earlier event came from the expert once again; "Boooooooooomb!" he pantomimed, probably lost on Gill's resolve or his rather exorbitant wisdom.

"Forget about all that government stuff or whatever: you're in danger right now Wiley-" then Gill made a beeline towards the bomb. Straight, forward, no hesitation, no pause- and he came fast.

He only wanted to save him.

The rest of his team stood aghast- it's happening, they thought, the captain's mind games were ingenious. He's done it again, that captain of ours! I'm so proud to be a member of this team! they thought. Of course the bomb expert knew better and could only facepalm.

"Looks like I didn't get through to him with my hand actions at all!" they lamented.
"Don't incite the target and wait for reinforcements to show up, just what did he understand from me raising an x..." the bomb expert would never know.

"I'll save you!"

["What ugly mug! Whats that even mean! There's no cups here, doofus!"]

Gill looked the veteran straight in the eye. Bates was rather conscious about his spectacular mug- it was certainly Wiley alright. He'd recognize those snide comments anywhere. Gill still thought Wiley would look better with one eye; perhaps he should help. That's what friends were for.

"What ugly mug! Whats that even mean! There's no cups here, doofus!" Bates attempted to correct Wiley. He only wanted Wiley to understand that he was wrong and that Gill was right.

"If anything you're uh, a..." Bates paused, trying to search his vast knowledge about society and its social mores. What could Ugly Mug possibly mean? And it dawned on him! Perhaps it was a compliment! After all, it's been many a time since the two have last met. Gill grinned, nodding his head in affirmation. He smiled brightly towards his longtime comrade and pal:

"You have an ugly mug too!"

[Name:Gill Bates]

Name:Gill Bates
Gender: Male
Age:21
Occupation: Airport Bodyguard
Country of Origin: America
Approximate Origin Earth Year Calendar Date: 2016
Quirk: He's a tank! (no, not literally) (don't)
Hobbies: Playing cards, fishing, "tactical espionage"
Personality: 1) The cashier asks how much change the cup of coffee is. Gill responds "It's a lot". The cashier responds "And how much specifically?". Gill slowly places the coffee cup in the cashiers face "it's somewhere there." the cashier looks at him whimsically, only to find Gill looking back at him with a stone face. "Uhh, okay sir lemme just take a look-" The cashier has to get a price gun just to make sure.
2) Gill sees a cat in a tree while jogging at a nearby park. Only waiting until no one is in sight does he slowly climb the tree to pick up the cat- except he falls down the tree. He later gets a step ladder and runs back to save the cat only to find it saved by another person. Gill awkwardly walks away before he is stopped by the person that saved the cat. When he's asked why he has a ladder, Gill responds "Oh it's nothing."
3) An enemy soldier approaches Gill. His squadmate is shot and bleeding and needs immediate first aid. Unfortunately Gill has to make the decision to run under withering fire with his squadmate, or kill the enemy soldiers enroaching upon his location. Gill makes the decision to kill all the enemes so there is a clear path for he and his Squadmate to fallback to allied forces. Gill makes a run towards the enemy and hopes he can outgun them with his pistol. As a blooded and half consious Gill kills the last of the soldiers, Gill runs back to find that his Squadmate has died of blood loss. Saddened by his death, he wonders if running away under enemy fire might have been the better option. Gill picks up the dead body of his Squadmate and runs towards Allied forces, free from the fire of the enemy. Gill later retires.
Intellectual capabilities: Cannot do mental math. Basic elementary education (barely). Finds things difficult to grasp or appreciate. Has a knack for certain things, like how to fish.
Physical capabilities: Able to lift 200 pounds comfortably for extended periods of time.
Likes: Animals, music, medicine.
Dislikes: Gill dislikes war and death.
Strengths: A resolve to get something done. Although it's hard for Gill to commit to anything, once he's either able to accept the facts or just plain likes doing something, chances are he'll stick with it for a good amount of time.
Weaknesses: Has a horrible sense of balance, hence why he didn't join the Airforce and ended up puking several times at the flight simulator. His social awkwardness is quite apparent, so the managers told him he could be a bodyguard. For all his front, Gill is just a naive introvert put through all the wrong things. It's easy for Gill to be easily disheartened by a snide comment.
Biography: A former soldier that left the war without any idea how to make a living. While rummaging through the streets to survive for a few awkward days, a friend of his asked him to try a desk job at an airport. Gill agreed, wanting to somehow make a living seemed like a good idea after not knowing much else besides shooting a gun- but he had not talent for 'sitting down and doing stuff'. The hiring manager later put him into airport security noting his toned body and experince in the military. Gill found his place as a rapid response team member, only acting when an immediate emergency is inbound although normally stationed around the airports screening area. Upon being given a vacation, Gill decides to plan a veteran get together at a local beach. Before his plans to see his comrades once again, a bomb is discovered in the airport. In a panic, the flightees run and trip over each other, security teams asking them to raise both of their hands high as they exit the building. Gill is on the forward team, sweeping the immediate area and wondering how a bomb made it's way into the airport. They don't question it when a bomb expert on the crew tells them some war veteran made some unscrupulous connections and had their private screening rigged to be a success with the bomb in toe. Gill comes face to face with the war veteran - an old associate from the war. Gill attempts to reason with him, but finds no luck as the bomb is armed. Rushing to apprehend the veteran, both Gill and his team are caught in the explosion.
Misc: Gill died in an explosion. Because of his rather severe death as compared to passing away because of old age, Gill has minor Amnesia. He remembers fighting against troops and a rough idea of his now nameless friends, but can't tell you what special tactics were instilled in him as a soldier, or what the results of the war were- Gill doesn't remember the name of the airport he worked for, but certainly remembers he worked for an airport.
Abilities
Allocate 64 points to the following Abilities:
STR:13
DEX:5
CON:37
INT:4
WIS:5
CHA:0

I am interested :>

["The Sun must have...EXPLODED!"]

Zultar was green. Very green. Very green and very red, puzzled as to why his teeth and horns met a warm sensation where he expected metal juts and dirt, or whatever weird stuff Jin put on his shoulder guards. It was so warm that it made Zultar feel warm and fuzzy inside AND out-

Jin's Flame Mantle made Zultar so very comfortable.

Normally when one's relaxed, their muscles tend to loosen. Oh, but not Zultar: if anything his muscles tense up in fear of what unexpected comfort crawls up in the heat of battle. Battle is not comfortable after all, so why should there be misfounded comfort! There must be some grave error here! Zultar doesn't fit the standard in any case, so It'd come as no surprise that Zultar clenched his teeth firmer and more obnoxiously on Jin's armor in the attempts to mangle it. He broke a tooth that day. And as usual, his short temper.

Just as Zultar was grunting curses at Jin's shiny armor, a bright white light blinded his vision.

"The Sun must have...EXPLODED!" Zultar thought, Still covered in the light, Zultar stuttered around, covering his eyes and wailing his stout body everywhich way. It occurred to him that if the sun EXPLODED, that all the meat in the world must be cooking! Zultar's mind reeled at the thought, of meat unending. But more importantly, that the sun would prevent him from vengeance (and we mean bite) upon Jin's face. That Jin was capable of such a feat shocked Zultar, made him feel small in this world. But also gave him courage-

Zultar survived the Sun exploding.

-Then Zultar had to remember about the white lights of his previous fights. Ahhh. So maybe not, Zultar thought. But it did not change Zultar's will to fight Jin.

You see, earlier Zultar was convinced that Jin's wares were spectacular, wondrous in all meat applications, particularly this "Jin Scythe" of which he used to relish many dishes, not that Zultar knew how to cook well but he enjoyed the crooked Jin Scythe narcissisticly shaped like his own name. Zultar happened to be cutting up some relish for his most PRIZED RELISH of the WEEK far into the night. It would take a long time until the timely preparations to complete his most magnificent masterpiece of a meal would be finished and so Zultar willed in within himself to stay yonder the night. It was during this time he noticed something occurring to his savings, his pile of gold, oft away on a nearby cutting board. Zultar saw his money magically flow into the Jin Scythe at hand, the scythe became more and more golden, more glorious, more illustrious, feeding greater and bigger amounts of gold each time without stop, without rest...LIKE JIN!!!

Zultar thought to himself for a moment.

He could care less for the money, but he could nor forgive his belongings becoming...GOLD!!
"HOW TOXIC! HOW MOCKING! For it to become GOLD instead of MEAT! What bigger WASTE can there be! RAWRRRR!!" And ever since the morning before this very fight, Zultar promised himself to quickly end Jin. Inexcusable behavior would be the least of Zultar's fathoms of Jin: the bright light at present did not mean Jin's end, or it might've been the sun exploding, who knows. For all Zultar could know, it was just another one of Jin's pesky tricks, a fake burst of light! Perhaps Jin teleported, Zultar glanced back on where he thought Llyof might be in the light. Maybe Jin's "Ass Send Chia" (another name for Essentia I'm sure,) allowed him to make maneuvers much like that dastardly Llyof fellow. Zultar did not care much for other meatbag's fighting skills and now he could only regret not learning how mages cast meat-cooking fireballs, or in this case, what exactly Jin's actions here were exactly. It could also be possible that Jin simply jumped in the confusion and was still in, Zultar couldn't so easily believe that Jin was offed just like that. Zultar was aware members of Galas'nor could jump very high. Begrudgingly, Zultar pictured Kin so easily gliding through the air, although not very impressively, Zultar thought to himself it was an acrobatic skill that would certainly break away from any gaps, gaps Zultar could not afford losing towards Jin and his "Ass Send Chia". But wait! Jin's been known to pull more than just simple parlor tricks. I've heard he can even...TRANSFORM!! So maybe-

It was then that out of the bright white that a small fist struck Zultar's jaw. A female dress in blue entered his sights as the clearly evident white light of Jin's transformation sequence faded away.

"THAT JIN TRANSFORMED INTO THIS UGLY, THIN MEATBAG! I SEE YOUR TRICK FOOL!" So it was true indeed! Jin CAN transform! Why he choose a frail, weak damsel-meatbag with pretty hair couldn't be any less confusing, or perhaps Jin hoped to appeal to Zultar's carnival desires. Not that it would ever work considering Zultar's meat loving obsession made no room for any sort of attraction...

Zultar's mind dazed for a few moments against the fist of his most dire foe, but whatever struck him wasn't enough to knock him indefinitely. Zultar's prowe told him that his opponent, Jin, wasn't as powerful as Zultar once imagined.

"HAHAHA! YOU PUNCH LIKE A LITTLE GIRL, JIN!" Zultar was about to unsheathe his treasured falchion, his blood boiling at the chance to slice Jin into pieces. However, Zultar quickly dropped the motion. Jin's next blow was already coming so that Zultar had to draw out a set of weapons more easily accessible: a bottle of fat and a jar of oil. Weapons Zultar knew he could count on to face against this "Ass Send Chia" Jin!

Zultar gripped his bottle of livid fat, guiding his opponent up his sleeve when a ghastly black blur whisped by, charging straight into Jin's bossom before Zultar's plan could be executed-

Uli, the black raven, had pierced through Jin's shemale form.

Another white light shrouded the mortal combat in blinding mystery. And Zultar knew better. Jin was not out. Too simple. Too weak. This light wasn't the safety teleport that Zultar was familiar with when he victoriously struck down Kin and the others. No, this was simply a ruse, yet another...

TRANSFORMATION SEQUENCE! Zultar wouldn't fall for the same trick twice. Or thrice. He looked around him, the white dispersing once more. His eyes caught on to his fellow blockheads, Llyof and Markus of Llyof's Legion. Maybe Jin turned into one of them! Perhaps in the light, one of them was taken down and Jin assumed their form! Zultar stomped his right foot into the ground and was about to leap in misguided fury when he saw a third figure, opposite of where Markus and Llyof stood, their gazes against Zultar's, looking past him, looking at the third figure. It could only be another one of Jin's plentiful disguises. The real one was right there. Staring at Zultar. Bewitching his feral glare.

THAT, was Jin.

Therefore Zultar charged on all-fours towards Garret with a bottle of fat in one hand and a jar of oil in the other, sweat beading through the air, yells strangling the air.

He didn't remember quite what happened next.

["MEAT!"]

"MEAT!"

[blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 80, total 80[/blockquote]

["MEAT! BACON! MEAT AND BACON!"]

"MEAT! BACON! MEAT AND BACON!" Zultar attempts to strike Kin yet again, hoping he will yield to the power of his awesome falchion, hoping he would drop that delicious meat promised by so many people around him.


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Censored Face: [blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 27, total 27[/blockquote]
Falchion Attack (13 Base +2 Rage -2 Power Attack): [blockquote]Rolled 1d20+13 : 14 + 13, total 27[/blockquote]
Weapon Damage (10 Base +2 Rage +6 Power Attack): [blockquote]Rolled 2d4+18 : 4, 4 + 18, total 26[/blockquote]
Fire Damage: [blockquote]Rolled 1d6 : 1, total 1[/blockquote]
Unholy Damage: [blockquote]Rolled 2d6 : 4, 3, total 7[/blockquote]
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[error]
Censored Face: [blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 13, total 13[/blockquote]
Falchion Attack (13 Base +2 Rage -2 Power Attack): [blockquote]Rolled 1d20+13 : 1 + 13, total 14[/blockquote]
Weapon Damage (10 Base +2 Rage +6 Power Attack): [blockquote]Rolled 2d4+18 : 2, 4 + 18, total 24[/blockquote]
Fire Damage: [blockquote]Rolled 1d6 : 5, total 5[/blockquote]
Unholy Damage: [blockquote]Rolled 2d6 : 6, 3, total 9[/blockquote]
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Censored Face: [blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 51, total 51[/blockquote]
Bite Attack (13 Base -5 Secondary Weapon +2 Rage -2 Power Attack): [blockquote]Rolled 1d20+7 : 14 + 7, total 21[/blockquote]
Damage (6 Base -3 Secondary Weapon +2 Rage +2 Power Attack): [blockquote]Rolled 1d4+7 : 1 + 7, total 8[/blockquote]
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Censored Face: [blockquote]Rolled 1d10 : 1, total 1[/blockquote]
Gore Attack (13 Base -5 Secondary Weapon +2 Rage -2 Power Attack): [blockquote]Rolled 1d20+7 : 20 + 7, total 27[/blockquote]
Damage (6 Base -3 Secondary Weapon +2 Rage +2 Power Attack): [blockquote]Rolled 1d8+7 : 3 + 7, total 10[/blockquote]
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[spoiler=Perception Check][blockquote]Rolled 1d20+3 : 6 + 3, total 9[/blockquote][/spoiler]

["ergh!-"]

"ergh!-" Kin's magnificent leap strike left Zultar completely paled.
"YOUR FACE DOESN'T BELONG IN THIS WORLD!" Zultar raises his Falchion and swipes down towards Kin's censored face (because why would Zultar aim at his bigger, larger body?)-

"TAKES THIS DEMON SPAWN!!" His eyes lit with a burning rage. Added to the fact that his armor was melting, his whole appearance was quite fiery. He also opens his mouth, baring his large protruding fangs. Perhaps one might just now notice that Zultar had horns growing from the top of his head. If anyone were to be called demon spawn between Kin and Zultar, it was obvious which of the two would be called one.

KIN HAS THE BACON. KIN HAD THE MEAL. MUST. TAKE!

[error]
Censored Face: [blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 5, total 5[/blockquote]
Falchion Attack (13 Base +2 Rage -2 Power Attack): [blockquote]Rolled 1d20+13 : 18 + 13, total 31[/blockquote]
Weapon Damage (10 Base +2 Rage +6 Power Attack): [blockquote]Rolled 2d4+18 : 3, 3 + 18, total 24[/blockquote]
Fire Damage: [blockquote]Rolled 1d6 : 2, total 2[/blockquote]
Unholy Damage: [blockquote]Rolled 2d6 : 2, 1, total 3[/blockquote]
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Censored Face (If necessary as this will be a Nat 20): [blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 94, total 94[/blockquote]
Falchion Attack (8 Base +2 Rage -2 Power Attack): Using helmet ability for Nat 20 on this attack
Damage (10 Base +2 Rage +6 Power Attack): [blockquote]Rolled 2d4+18 : 1, 4 + 18, total 23[/blockquote]
Fire Damage: [blockquote]Rolled 1d6 : 4, total 4[/blockquote]
Unholy Damage: [blockquote]Rolled 2d6 : 5, 2, total 7[/blockquote]
Crit Confirm: [blockquote]Rolled 1d20+13 : 1 + 13, total 14[/blockquote]
Crit Damage: 26
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[error]
Censored Face: [blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 69, total 69[/blockquote]
Bite Attack (13 Base -5 Secondary Weapon +2 Rage -2 Power Attack): [blockquote]Rolled 1d20+7 : 17 + 7, total 24[/blockquote]
Damage (6 Base -3 Secondary Weapon +2 Rage +2 Power Attack): [blockquote]Rolled 1d4+7 : 3 + 7, total 10[/blockquote]
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Censored Face: [blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 7, total 7[/blockquote]
Gore Attack (13 Base -5 Secondary Weapon +2 Rage -2 Power Attack): [blockquote]Rolled 1d20+7 : 4 + 7, total 11[/blockquote]
Damage (6 Base -3 Secondary Weapon +2 Rage +2 Power Attack): [blockquote]Rolled 1d8+7 : 1 + 7, total 8[/blockquote]
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["IT DIDN'T WORK!""IMPOsSIBLE!"]

"IT DIDN'T WORK!"
"IMPOsSIBLE!" Outraged, Zultar stands to attention and faces the greater lion of the forest.

Che, I'll just have to pound it!

[spoiler]Zultar activates Rage[/spoiler]

Initiative:[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+2 : 2 + 2, total 4[/blockquote]

Perform: Swim[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+10 : 18 + 10, total 28[/blockquote]

Swim through what you say? Zultar swims ontop of the ground!

If I sneak around like this, that cat will never see me! so he squirms.

[error]
Crit Confirm: [blockquote]Rolled 1d20+13 : 10 + 13, total 23[/blockquote]
Crit Damage: 26
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[spoiler=Gore Fiend]
Horrible wounds, whether on yourself or your enemies, make your blood sing.
Prerequisites: Half-orc or orc, rage class feature.

Benefit: When you are raging and you confirm a critical hit with a melee weapon or a critical hit is confirmed on you (whether by a melee weapon, spell, or ranged weapon), you regain 1 round of rage (up to your maximum for the day). You can only gain this benefit once per round.
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["HMMM, Fine, lets take care of bigger targets than that itty-bitty child lover!"]

The devil himself comes! Dazed from his previous action, Zultar takes heed of a certain censored-blur figure encroaching upon him. That cursed Kin must have started thinking again! Oh no! Perhaps he finally realized Zultar was the biggest threat in the arena and decided to take him out! Without a shred of doubt, Zultar knew in his mind what he had to do- plan. (amazing I know)

"HMMM, Fine, lets take care of bigger targets than that itty-bitty child lover!" Zultar had seen Kin's affinity with children once before in a certain burning building. Zultar shifted his eyes towards the Kitsune "That druid! Look how TALL she is compared to that demon-halfing! She must be leaps and bounds more powerful than Kin!" He finally realized how tall she was when Zultar got close enough to observe her. "I'll crush you with my Falchion and then I'll sneak to Kin's back and strike! He'll never know my secret, SECRET plan!" Zultar's tight lips and sharp brain made for a flawless plan that no one would see coming.

"KIN!" Zultar bolts away from Kin towards a unsuspecting Roxanne-

"I'LL EAT YOU, GOOD MEAT!" Zultar winds his arms like before, but this time with full intention to follow through with the fiery, unholy and unwieldy falchion in his hands.

[spoiler]Zultar moves up to Roxanne and activates Power Attack (Falchion) I'm not sure if Roxanne is good aligned or not (unholy-> good), but I will roll just in case.
Attack [+2 Rage -2 Power Attack]: [blockquote]Rolled 1d20+13 : 19 + 13, total 32[/blockquote]
Damage (Weapon) [+2 Rage +6 Power Attack]: [blockquote]Rolled 2d4+18 : 3, 3 + 18, total 24[/blockquote]
Unholy:[blockquote]Rolled 2d6 : 4, 4, total 8[/blockquote]
Elemental Assault: Fire: [blockquote]Rolled 1d6 : 3, total 3[/blockquote]

Lance was here.
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