Dungeons of San Guin

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D U N G E O N


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4 room dungeon


Objective: Retrieve Bastian's Socks From Illfang the Kobold Lord

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1st room: 4 enemies, 1 chest, 2 doors

2 trolls (2 dice, 15 health)
2 goblins (1 dice, 10 health)
Left Door (50 health)
Right Door (10 health)


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Egg


"Careful around those trolls!"


"Force!"

success


All enemies are now stunned and targeting Utki.

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Marcella


"Always going out of your way to take enemies on by yourself. Just because I'm a cleric doesn't mean I can't protect myself, honey. I can prove it too."

"Star Fall!" Marcella casts a spell with her staff. She stuns all enemies and targets the first troll for her first attack. The first troll takes five damage from her attack and after that the effects sweep over the other offenders, each of them taking three damage.

Attack successful!


After Marcella's attack, the first troll is left with ten health. The second is left with 12 and the two goblins are down to a total of seven health. The rest of the gang continues the fight.

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Alex


Alex slithers behind them into the dungeon with a confident smile on his face.

"I'll finish him off!" He snickers, using charm and turning one of the trolls against the others. The troll wheels around on its heels and swings it's axe into the neck of the troll behind it. The wounded troll takes +10 damage! R.I.P. TROLL!

Success!


"Splendid! Well done, my friend." Alex laughs, patting the troll on the back.
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