Florence inwardly marveled at the teamwork of his tactical retreat accompanied by the impressive ranged assault of the women. He especially marveled at himself for his fine stab with his rapier. The two maggots were quickly dispatched. But more were undulating and wiggling out from the dead spider, causing Florence's lip to twitch in revulsion.
Songsteel had stepped up with a large shield and Angel Eyes was now preparing herself for melee. Celtar was chanting magical words, and though Florence knew not what the spell might do, he assumed it might help. With the front line support in place, Florence decided he'd kindly bow out and not be getting regurgitated on again. He took a step back further behind the protection of shields, reaching for his wooden club, and hurled it at a maggot. It slipped in his slimy hand as he let go, throwing off his aim, and it sailed overhead to clack off a giant boulder and fall clicking and clacking to a rest on the cavern floor.
5-foot step W.
move with free hand draw club.
standard throw club at #3 d20+4 -4 (range increment penalty)= 2 lol.
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The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."
“I will,” Darvig uttered.