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I would like to rage.
(cheering)
ASHLEY: I’m going to workshop it, I’ll make
something later. For now, it’s a placeholder.
Okay, I would like to rage, and reckless attack?
MATT: Yeah, you can reckless attack any of your
attacks.
SAM: Is that something you can do right away? That
sounds like a later thing.
ASHLEY: Is that something you do later? Okay. I
didn’t get a practice shot at this. Okay. So I
just roll.
MATT: You roll at advantage.
ASHLEY: I don’t know how to play D&D anymore! I
just forgot how to do it.
LAURA: Okay, but roll again, you have advantage.
ASHLEY: Oh, reckless. Okay. 17?
MATT: That hits. Go ahead and roll damage.
ASHLEY: I take out my beautiful greatsword.
MATT: Freshly purchased. In fact, this is the
first time it’s seen battle.
ASHLEY: It is the first time it’s seen battle.
SAM: Google reported a weird influx of 'falchion’
searches.
(laughter)
ASHLEY: 13.
MATT: On the one that’s already been damaged?
ASHLEY: Yeah. The first guy.
MATT: Yeah, all right.
ASHLEY: Get the fuck out of my tent!
(laughter)
MATT: Yeah, no, it does not make the save– it
rolled– yeah. So as you come down with your blade
and carve through its body, you watch as it curls
back, trying to reform and hold itself, but your
blow was too strong, and its zombie-ish form
cannot maintain a cohesive hold on its form, and
you watch as it just crumbles to the ground, no
longer moving.
(cheering)
SAM: Yasha!
ASHLEY: Okay, okay, okay.
MATT: Okay, that ends your turn. As you’re there,
growling animalistically towards the creature.
ASHLEY: Ooh, that feels fun.
MATT: You have about five more feet of movement,
if you wanted to move.
ASHLEY: Okay, so I’m going to go a little bit
closer to– wait, how many more are left? Just
the other one? Yeah, so I’ll get ready for the
other one. So a little bit closer to it.
MATT: All right. That ends your turn, Yasha.
Fjord, you’re up.
TRAVIS: Shit. I’ll turn and head towards
other tree-zombie fuck. I would like to use my
bonus action to cast Hex on it.
MATT: Okay. So you watch as Fjord lumbers towards
it, his large, armored half-orc form holding the
blade in his hand. Puts his hand out, and the
shadows suddenly swirl and gather around this