Slime Salad

"I'll write you in to be exempt from the security measures," he responds, then goes to do just that.

"He admitted defeat when he attempted to cut his tongue," he answers to the woman, "if he's more of a danger to himself than to us, then we are the ones he fears." In the back of his mind Hyne knew that death wouldn't have stopped the Umbarlee priest from defiling his body, which...

"'Ain't no god of mine," he sharply responds, "you're better off running than killing yourself, you might have a chance."

Hyne simply gives a knowingly stern shake of his head, eyes locked in position as his head turns. He knows it will end poorly if another attempt is made, and he knows the other realizes the same based on their hesitation.

Before Hyne can even think, the wrapped grip of the smithy's work twirls between his fingers until it rests against the back of his hand until it is quickly flung out. The blade zips ahead, clashing against the kunai nearing the tongue, causing both to clatter into the air flimsily.

Say I wanted to throw a dagger to stagger his dagger away or make him flinch without trying to kill, would that simply be a dexterity check?

He turns the spike in his hand, not sure what it is. He tosses it aside with no plans of ever using it himself.

He looks around one more time, expecting the spy on the horse to have fled the scene.

"The only way we shall get to the bottom of this mystery is if we give the tomb a riddle of our own."

He rubs his jaw momentarily, then asks the woman, "Who was it that Catt had announced was her most hated deity when we first arrived near the tomb?"

Hyne pulls out the daggers from his shoulder, briefly looking at one of them and its design before tossing it away.

He then casts a healing spell to close his wounds.

2D8+3 => (8 +1 + 3) = 12

Only after that does he look and notice that the beast is still fighting the royal guard.

Hyne's arm and shoulder suddenly jut blade handles like horrible tumors, staggering him. Then the winged beast falls upon him before he can properly work to scare it away, forcing the man to flail about trying to shield himself from its assault. He only manages to throw his hand for a grip under its...

Hyne, from behind cover, throws open the door of the carriage at the moment a dagger was to strike at him, swiftly deflecting the oncoming weapon. The coachwoman helping him isn't nearly so agile, Hyne hears a cry of pain and he yells, "Get down! Don't let him be able to hit you again!" He...

"Simply some additional security installed. Is there anything you need?"

In the midst of the heated activity, mutters escape Hyne's lips, "Did she just mention the duke's name!?" Would a Duke even have any business making himself known in foreign lands? As one of the supporting riders darts toward them, he yells, "One's coming!!" and immediately begin...

Hyne gazes up. As the others flee the carriage, Hyne moves to use it as cover and now he fires at the riders, aiming for their leading woman he thinks is their ensign. Attack and extra attack on the wyrm rider 1D20+2+3+2 => (20 + 2 + 3 + 2) = 27 (Crit) 2D8+2 => (2 + 6 + 2) = 10 1D20+2+3+2 => (18 + 2...