Lilac

That's a dirty trick. Agness fall down, go boom. Staggered + Stunned I can't fail my concentration check, but the knockback is 250'.

It was starting to dawn on Agnes too, that this was all a big mistake. Agnes was getting that feeling that she used to get when she was little and was about to get in trouble with the nuns. If this was a real hero she was beating on, then she was in real trouble. "Agnes," she said sheepishly. "My name is Agnes. I was just..." She didn't really have good answer for what she was doing. "I thought I was..."

It was starting to dawn on Agnes too, that this was all a big mistake. Agnes was getting that feeling that she used to get when she was little and was about to get in trouble with the nuns. If this was a real hero she was beating on, then she was in real trouble. "Agnes," she said sheepishly. "My name is Agnes. I was just..." She didn't really have good answer for what she was doing. "I thought I was..."

It was starting to dawn on Agnes too, that this was all a big mistake. Agnes was getting that feeling that she used to get when she was little and was about to get in trouble with the nuns. If this was a real hero she was beating on, then she was in real trouble. "Agnes," she said sheepishly. "My name is Agnes. I was just..." She didn't really have good answer for what she was doing. "I thought I was..."

Sense motive (1d20+1=13)

Sense motive (1d20+1=13)

Sense motive (1d20+1=13)

I'm holding my action. If she attacks, I'll swat her again. :D

I'm holding my action. If she attacks, I'll swat her again. :D

I'm holding my action. If she attacks, I'll swat her again. :D

Agnes looked a bit surprised. This was the first time she had ever hit someone quite that hard. The woman was obviously pretty tough, but still . . . "Oh, man." Agnes looked down at the city below. If she had really clobbered the woman, she could have easily plummeted to her death. Is that what Agnes really wanted? The girl clutched the sword in her left hand, keeping its point low. With her right hand she pushed her hair back out of her eyes. When Agnes glanced down something gleaming caught her eye. It was her shoes. Make those boots. Agnes' hand-me-down sneakers were gone and her feet and bare legs were clad in brilliant silver armored boots of some kind. She looked down again. Her whole body was clad in a celestial-looking armor as ornately apportioned as her sword hilt. "A matching set," she mumbled. "Nice." Agnes turned her attention back to the woman clad in the American flag. "I think this is where you turn red and vanish," Agnes said.

Agnes looked a bit surprised. This was the first time she had ever hit someone quite that hard. The woman was obviously pretty tough, but still . . . "Oh, man." Agnes looked down at the city below. If she had really clobbered the woman, she could have easily plummeted to her death. Is that what Agnes really wanted? The girl clutched the sword in her left hand, keeping its point low. With her right hand she pushed her hair back out of her eyes. When Agnes glanced down something gleaming caught her eye. It was her shoes. Make those boots. Agnes' hand-me-down sneakers were gone and her feet and bare legs were clad in brilliant silver armored boots of some kind. She looked down again. Her whole body was clad in a celestial-looking armor as ornately apportioned as her sword hilt. "A matching set," she mumbled. "Nice." Agnes turned her attention back to the woman clad in the American flag. "I think this is where you turn red and vanish," Agnes said.

Agnes looked a bit surprised. This was the first time she had ever hit someone quite that hard. The woman was obviously pretty tough, but still . . . "Oh, man." Agnes looked down at the city below. If she had really clobbered the woman, she could have easily plummeted to her death. Is that what Agnes really wanted? The girl clutched the sword in her left hand, keeping its point low. With her right hand she pushed her hair back out of her eyes. When Agnes glanced down something gleaming caught her eye. It was her shoes. Make those boots. Agnes' hand-me-down sneakers were gone and her feet and bare legs were clad in brilliant silver armored boots of some kind. She looked down again. Her whole body was clad in a celestial-looking armor as ornately apportioned as her sword hilt. "A matching set," she mumbled. "Nice." Agnes turned her attention back to the woman clad in the American flag. "I think this is where you turn red and vanish," Agnes said.

From my "whored" of pictures.

From my "whored" of pictures.

From my "whored" of pictures.

Attack on LL . . . again. (1d20+8=17) Reroll with a HP. That's a 28. :mrgreen: The toughness save is 27. The DC vs. mental ability score drain is 21.

Attack on LL . . . again. (1d20+8=17) Reroll with a HP. That's a 28. :mrgreen: The toughness save is 27. The DC vs. mental ability score drain is 21.

Attack on LL . . . again. (1d20+8=17) Reroll with a HP. That's a 28. :mrgreen: The toughness save is 27. The DC vs. mental ability score drain is 21.

Agnes felt the breeze from Lady Liberty's fist as it narrowly missed her chin. She only managed to duck out of the way at the last second. Her duck started her into a mid-air spin, and she allowed the momentum to carry her all the way around. Still gripping the sword with both hands Agnes slammed the blade into Lady Liberty's shoulder, enveloping the heroine momentarily in celestial light.

Agnes felt the breeze from Lady Liberty's fist as it narrowly missed her chin. She only managed to duck out of the way at the last second. Her duck started her into a mid-air spin, and she allowed the momentum to carry her all the way around. Still gripping the sword with both hands Agnes slammed the blade into Lady Liberty's shoulder, enveloping the heroine momentarily in celestial light.

Agnes felt the breeze from Lady Liberty's fist as it narrowly missed her chin. She only managed to duck out of the way at the last second. Her duck started her into a mid-air spin, and she allowed the momentum to carry her all the way around. Still gripping the sword with both hands Agnes slammed the blade into Lady Liberty's shoulder, enveloping the heroine momentarily in celestial light.

A drain on 1 ability score is moderate. So if it drains one of your ability scores (not Con) every 20 min, and it is uncommon, then it is a two point flaw.

A drain on 1 ability score is moderate. So if it drains one of your ability scores (not Con) every 20 min, and it is uncommon, then it is a two point flaw.

A drain on 1 ability score is moderate. So if it drains one of your ability scores (not Con) every 20 min, and it is uncommon, then it is a two point flaw.