Jack
init 20, hp 19, ac 13
Init:
_: 1D20+2 = [18]+2 = 20
The seeming laziness of the entertainer was revealed quickly to be a deception, the stilness of a large cat prepared to strike as he uncoils and into a standing position upon the wagon.
There was a quick gaze, taking in everything, looking for spots of opportunity for trickery, ways to turn the environment itself against those foolish enough to ambush the party that he had claimed as his own- though he had not yet said it.
The hands begin to twitch, a wild gaze coming into his eyes as he turns towards the largest, most richly appointed among the gobs, the
b'ass. For all too often, if the
b'ass falls, so goes the rest of the group. The head removed, the pigeon quivering before it does, the scarlet juices splashed across the lips of the geek.
The hands continue to twitch, once, twice. The first to envelop the lesser creature, claiming it. The second, releasing a small butterfly of evening hues, dark purples, midnight blues and blacks... to float towards the greenskin, to provide onto it a kiss of death.
We rise from the ashes so that new legends can be born.