The wretch stumbles through the woods, branches scratching at his face, as he tries not to trip on a root or large stone. The pangs of hunger are driving him mad. It is not easy to hunt squirrels and rats with a club and he has eaten the last of his acorns and berries.It is very dark here. Hardly anything can be seen. A glint of moonlight upon metal catches the wastrel's eye, and he spots a figure in the shadows, unaware of his presence. Surely this will be an easy fight?You sneak up upon the unexpecting foe! [bold]Roll 1d12[/bold]Choose an attack.> Strike him on the head> Push him to the ground> (Suggest)
>>6170388> Strike him on the head
Rolled 11 (1d12)>>6170388> Push him to the ground
>>6170492[green]Critical success![/green]He stumbles as he falls, twisting his foot on a tree root. His metal sword slips from his grasp and clatters away just out of his reach.[green]Free turn! Choose an attack:[/green]> Strike him on the head.> Hit him on the chest.> Strike his legs.
>>6170625>> Strike his legs.
>>6170625> Strike his legs.
