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Post by Kri'hamon on Aug 10, 2004 0:48:31 GMT -5
"20, critical hit ignors DR..
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Post by Rotzi on Aug 10, 2004 0:52:21 GMT -5
"You really suck," Susan growled.
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Post by Kri'hamon on Aug 10, 2004 1:13:19 GMT -5
And attempted to bash DM
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Post by Rotzi on Aug 10, 2004 1:14:31 GMT -5
with a rusty wooden spork
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Post by Kri'hamon on Aug 10, 2004 1:15:43 GMT -5
impaling his right eye upon
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Post by Rotzi on Aug 10, 2004 1:16:32 GMT -5
the strange utensil. "You'll learn."
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Post by Kri'hamon on Aug 10, 2004 1:17:26 GMT -5
Susan smirked, and lunged for
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Post by Rotzi on Aug 10, 2004 1:17:58 GMT -5
Her bag of attack dice
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Post by Kri'hamon on Aug 10, 2004 1:19:18 GMT -5
DM pulled the spork from
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Post by Rotzi on Aug 10, 2004 1:19:44 GMT -5
the wound and patched it
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Post by Kri'hamon on Aug 10, 2004 1:21:35 GMT -5
with a rather large chunk
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Post by Rotzi on Aug 10, 2004 10:39:45 GMT -5
cottonish gauze and duct tape.
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Post by Kri'hamon on Aug 10, 2004 19:34:25 GMT -5
He looked rather comical with
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Post by Rotzi on Aug 10, 2004 19:41:45 GMT -5
the field dressing, but who
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Post by Kri'hamon on Aug 15, 2004 0:19:23 GMT -5
was laughing when he pulled
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