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((I know, only critical hits hit))

++They are in a clump, not a line, I IM'ed the DM and he said you only hit four, sorry.++

Four of them explode. The other ones return fire, one hit for 2d6 damage. (8 dmg).

Every as torma fighs, more of the new flamers are being cranked out at the iron pile, replacing the dead ones.

This was no longer a joke. Well, mostly not. "Kame-Hame-Holy Smite" Secqon yelled, unleashing a burst of energy centered on Torma, leaving her untouched, but blasting off all of the Replicators clinging to her.

He frowned in thought and shifted around the tower wall to catch a better view of the scene, shaking his head

"Careful Torma!....the tower isn't that strong. I'll speak with Jax about those bugs if you want..."

Astinius hears the noise and walks out of the tower... laughs outrageously, then goes to find the cleric

He muttered and shook his head, turning to stalk over to Thunder and lift the longbow and a quiver from the saddle bags to bring into hand and return to his vantage point. It had lost the 'fun' of the matter when they had begun attacking en-mass.

Erhart checked the string and nodded slightly, drawing an arrow from the quiver to nock into the bow, taking aim carefully at the first replicator in his path. He narrowed his sights and let the arrow fly

consequences wrote:This was no longer a joke. Well, mostly not. "Kame-Hame-Holy Smite" Secqon yelled, unleashing a burst of energy centered on Torma, leaving her untouched, but blasting off all of the Replicators clinging to her.

Thanks, Secquon! Torma yells, to him, shaking the last of the bugs off her body and deciding to land on the top of the tower. Hopefully it was bug-free, and she could lick her wounds. I hate those buggy crab-things... who taught them Magic, anyway!

Malkamar, aware of the show, decided to interfere as the numbers increased past the nice playing point.

Dozens of tiny whirlwinds snapped up, driving the Replicators back, all generated by the Mythallar. The Netherese himself appeared against a wall.

"Amazing what a simple cleaning spell does when enhanced. Tell the cleric to get these things to play nicer."

Fearghal heard the commotion outside, going to look.
"Bloody bugs..."
With a word he unleashed a wave of chain lightning over the fire ones attacking Torma.
"...somebody get that damn cleric!"

He perpared to unleash another wave over them.