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Art: So, Bedevere, tell me again these rules on the engagement of small creatures? |
Bed: Basically, Sire, when one faces a host of opponents with less than one hit die to their credit, you may make one attack for every one of your levels. | ||
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Art: So, even though as a fighter, i get one attack per round, were i to come across something like giant cockroaches, then as a 10th level fighter, I would be able to make 10 attacks? |
Roach: Depends on just how "giant" those giant cockroaches are, chief. | ||
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Art: Oh, disgusting. Right. Witch Barbie? How do you get cockroaches out of a room? |
Barbie: Why in the hell are you asking me? | ||
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Art: Well, you know... |
Barbie: No, I don't. | ||
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Art: Bugs...cleaning...getting rid of vermin... |
Barbie: Are you suggesting that this is 'woman's work?' | ||
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Art: Oh, no, no, no. Just that, well, I know they're drawn to food, and _I_ certainly never spend much time in the kitchens, I, uh, I heard you were an excellent cook? |
Barbe: Well, if they're big enough that poor widdle me is fwightened, i ask a big stwong man to come all the way into the kitchen and step on them. | ||
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Art: Steele? Step on this thing for me, will you? |
Steele: Right away, boss-man. | ||
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SNARF! |
Art: Very well. Bedevere, make a note that we have to swing by the cleric on the way home. | ||
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Bed: Yes, milord. |
Art: So, anyway, i get a lot of attacks on this creature, do i? | ||
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Bed: I suspect, my liege, that this creature has more than one hit die to his credit. |
Bug: Nyaaaah! Nyaaah! Pffffffft! | ||
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Art: Bedevere, a bug is a bug is a bug. |
Bed: Tell that to what's left of Steele, sire. | ||
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Art: Ah.....well, where's Lancelot? |
Barbie: He's at the dungeon vestibule, trying to get his Mercian Hound to enter. | ||
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Art: Still? Very well! I call upon Saint Orkin and dedicate this fight to the memory of the Great Stamping of 913! Raises Sword |
Barbie: Throws sausage links on floor between bug and Art, bug drops to eat them, hasan chop! | ||
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Bed: Well done, my liege. |
Art: Well, sometimes you just have to look death right in the face, and face that danger right in the eyes. | ||
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Barbie: Lookout! |
Bedevere: It's a scavenging beetle! | ||
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Scarab: Are you through with that? | |||

