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SAM: We’re fighting already? |
MARISHA: Oh, natural 20! |
SAM: Nope! |
I rolled her dice, it was a one, I’m never |
rolling it again. |
LAURA: Oh! Yours rolled a one, too. |
(laughter) |
TRAVIS: We rolled low. Level two! |
LAURA: Oh no, oh no! |
MATT: All righty. 20 to 15. |
MARISHA: 24. |
MATT: Beau at the top. 15 to 10? |
LIAM: Elf. 11. |
SAM: Is that German? |
LIAM: Ja. |
MATT: Ten to five. |
SAM: Five. |
TALIESIN: Eight. That’s a number. |
MATT: That it is. You? |
TRAVIS: Nope. Three. |
LIAM: Three! |
LAURA: You have three initiative? What’s your |
initiative? |
LIAM: What’s your modifier? |
TRAVIS: Zero. |
MATT: So. Five. |
LIAM: Holy. Shit. |
MATT: The good news is they didn’t roll very high, |
either, but still better than a lot of you. And |
then three and three? |
LAURA: No, I’m four. |
MATT: Okay, there we go. |
TRAVIS: You’re one, right? |
SAM: I have five. One plus four. |
LIAM: And you’re one plus nothing? |
LAURA: One plus three. |
MATT: You watch as these two zombified guards, |
their brass-colored scale armor clanking as their |
forms rise up, looking around, peer past the |
shadowed darkness around the campfire lighting the |
interior. The horses grow nervous as you watch |
both Caleb and Fjord emerge from the tent right in |
their sights. You watch as they both |
begin to lumber in your direction. |
TRAVIS: Son of a bitch. |
SAM: You guys are out in the open? |
LAURA: Yeah, they’re just sitting there. |
LIAM: We just walked out of the tent door and are |
looking at that. |
TRAVIS: Thank god there’s that cart right there. |
LIAM: We’re safe. |
MATT: They come right up to you. |
LAURA: They are fast moving zombies! |
MATT: Well, that’s all it can do. It dashed. It |
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