[ She's clever. He budges over to allow her more room at the table, and passes her the player's guide in silent invitation. ]
We'll give it a try.
[ Once Ford has played out the enemy turn and rolled attacks— nothing dicey yet, but he's about to leave cover, so there's time for it to go downhill yet— he follows her advice. Jumps the lava-or-magma, checks the text for the cantrip, but with an addendum.
God clears his throat. He leans in, voice low and intent, and declares: ]
Squiddle, I choose you.
[ He turns to the DM. ]
I bowl my octopus familiar across the gap, and he veers into the enemy, which constitutes a Help action. I roll twice, eh?
[ Ford should never have let him build his own character. ]
no subject
We'll give it a try.
[ Once Ford has played out the enemy turn and rolled attacks— nothing dicey yet, but he's about to leave cover, so there's time for it to go downhill yet— he follows her advice. Jumps the lava-or-magma, checks the text for the cantrip, but with an addendum.
God clears his throat. He leans in, voice low and intent, and declares: ]
Squiddle, I choose you.
[ He turns to the DM. ]
I bowl my octopus familiar across the gap, and he veers into the enemy, which constitutes a Help action. I roll twice, eh?
[ Ford should never have let him build his own character. ]