Jill's Dice

body, holding the dagger in his hand.The rider slowly thrusts his obsidian-tipped spear toward you.You can feel the chill of the spearstone in your throat.

You didn't back down.

In the name of Menzoberranzan and Loltour Mother, we expatriate you andthed warf from thisland. And your way back to this subterranean realm will beclosed eternally. You may pack your belonging and leave here before next midnight.

The rider's voice was cold and sticky.He poked his spear forward in a demonstrative way, the obsidian cut your skin, and a stream of warm blood ran down your throat and into your neckline.

You have no right to do so, the stranger. Only the servants of Lolth have such jurisdiction, thus I require fair air judge.

You replied so.

You are still doing the last resistance.Perhaps killing the opponent here is the best approach.You know several assassination methods that can kill a man in an instant, but you can't be sure that you can hit him in one blow before he triggers the alarm.The rider seems to anticipate your thoughts.Your keen senses allow you to anticipate enemy attacks in advance.

You leap back, dodging one of his stabs, only to collide with the dwarf behind you.

**

"What are you going to do now?" Stephanie asked.

"Melee unarmed attack." Jill threw a twenty-sided die with a score of six.He has no strength attribute bonus, basically this attack will be judged to be a failure.He leaned back in his chair, his hands hanging from the back of the chair.His dwarves had neither weapons nor armor at this time. With a novice like Andrew alone, it was hard to say that they had any chance of surviving.

Stephanie glanced down at the message behind the Santo Lord's curtain (Note [-]). "Your attack points are lower than the enemy's armor level (Note [-]). You punched the lizard cavalry with all your might in the dark, but you couldn't see your surroundings clearly. You accidentally tripped over a stone , and fell down hard."

Stephanie made a long-tailed voice, appearing to be very sympathetic to this.Andrew couldn't help laughing.Jill nodded at him. "I wish you'd rolled a better number."

"It's your turn, Andrew," Stephanie said.

Andrew pointed to the pile of emerald dice in front of him, "Which one should I use?"

"d20." Jill picked up the twenty-sided dice and put it in his palm.Andrew clenched his fist and shook the dice in his palm. The dice slipped out from between his palms, and stopped after rolling a few times on the table.

Everyone came forward to watch.

Seventeen points.

"Oh," Andrew exclaimed, "this damage is not low."

"Wait," Stephanie said, "it's just an attack roll. With the Strength attribute, your total exceeds the enemy's armor rating, which means you managed to hit the enemy. Now roll a d10, it determines your How much damage is done to the enemy."

"what?"

Jill helped him find the dice.Andrew had to throw it again.He blew into his fist and shook the dice slightly, taking longer than last time to be willing to throw it.

Points are six.

"What's your strength?" Jill asked.

"Well," Andrew looked carefully at the character list, "Five." He raised his head.

Stephanie nodded. "Considering the distance between you and the enemy is within five feet, this is a melee attack. You draw the dagger at your waist and stab it hard at the lizard's knee. Hot blood spurts from its wound, and some of it splashes on you face. After adding your throwing points to your Strength value, you have dealt a total of eleven points of damage to the enemy."

"Hey Stephanie, how's it going on your end?"

A light voice interrupted them.Andrew turned his head and saw Patsy standing behind his chair.He said hi to Patsy.They met once at the club gathering during Freshmen Week, but they didn't speak much.In a crowd, Patsy was always the one who stood out, largely because of his flaming, curly hair.Perhaps because of his special hair color, he always looks confident.As one of the directors of the club, Passy has a good relationship with Stephanie. On the Facebook group page, you can often see photos of him participating in activities.

"Where have you been playing?" Patsy put his arms on the back of Andrew's chair and looked at the map on the table.

"Still in Menzoberranzan," Jill said, "waiting to be killed by the enemy to restart the storyline."

"Hey, how did you know we would be killed?" Andrew protested, "I just completed a successful attack!"

"Sorry," Jill said dryly, turning to the Dungeon Master, "Stephanie?"

"The Lizard Rider was irritated by Leo's attack," Stephanie lisped, imitating the drow elf's evil, muddy accent, with phlegm in her throat.At the same time, behind the veil of the castellan, she rolled the attack roll dice and compared the number with Jill and Andrew's armor rating.In fact, she didn't need to do this, because Jill didn't have armor, and Andrew, as a long-range longbowman, only wore soft armor.She made the choice for the monster.

She decided to attack Andrew.

"'Traitor of the drow!'" she sings in a coloratura soprano, "the Lizard Rider roars and delivers a fatal blow to you. You dodge as best you can, but the spear grazes your Arm, it caused six points of damage to you." She nodded to Andrew, "Write it down with a pencil and write it down on your character sheet. When your health reaches zero—"

"I'm going to die." Andrew concluded solemnly.

"Wait a minute, why don't you use long-range attacks?" Percy interjected.

"He's too close to the enemy," Jill replied for Andrew, "within five feet."