Dice Roller and Tag Testing Thread - Five (5) Post Limit!

[Zynthea]

Dice roller error:

[dice]d8+d4+15[/dice] is a badly formed tag (please see the FAQ for help)

[Zynthea]

Dice Roll:

d8

4

Dice Roll:

d4

3

[Zynthea]

Dice Roll:

d100

93

[Zynthea]

Dice * Roll:

3d6

6, 2, 6

Total = 14

[Ramses]

Darkness...
Darkness can be a blessing or a curse, but for some, it amplify sound. And as silent as it gets, your own heart beat sound like a drumming beacon. That the paranoia setting in, the fear that creeps along your spine and give you the shiver.
The Hunt...
Predator vs Predator, skill vs skill. You use what you can in these situations, when you know your adversary would hesitate, won't even flinch and so you must be determine to live and they die.

Wait!
There it is, heard the tapping and the target face is slightly lit up by the star light that creeps in...
And i fire, three rapid shots

Dice targeting to hit:

2d6	6, 4			Total = 10
2d6	6, 2			Total = 8
2d6	2, 5			Total = 7

[Ramses]

The target went down, but i had to be careful, might be playing hooky, trying to draw me out. So i waited, i counted a full 100, listening and i heard the rasping of breathing. Target was down, but was it neutralize? Was it down for the count? I heard no shuffling, but that meant nothing. The target could be very good at being prone.
I slowly moved with in the darkness, avoiding any light that peeked thru the small observable windows. As i moved, i heard the target shift. Yeah, the bastard was still in the fight, still in it to win it.
*coughing*
The target was dying for sure, the rasping, coughing and wheedling as it tried to breathe.

A smile crept over my face, the bastard thought to board our ship, thought we were easy prey. A lesson learned in death that one should have never set foot here.
I was closer now, much closer, I can see the target is down thru the faint star light that lit his face, a deeper darkness in the darkness. Sucks to be you fellow, sucks to be you.

I moved quickly, kicking the weapon away that lay on the ground as i came down and punch the bastard in the skull, sending to his side. A moan in pain escape his lips as he laid on the floor, on his side.
I quickly search him for other weapons, finding a few clips and a knife. Not that he was going to need them, this bastard was done for. Two in the torso and one in the neck. My hits were a death sentence.

As I searched some more, i pulled out his identification...
Jack Morn, Imperial Secret Service. either the bastard stole this identification or he was the real deal. Whichever way, he surely did board the wrong ship.

[Ramses]

Port Kraw

You know, when travelling, you definitely have time to think. Think of one thing or another, but often those who you have killed invades the mind. It doesn't take much, something to trigger as memory, a person, a smell, a touch and even a sound. And bam you are back to that moment.

Yeah, this place brought back some memories, of another port, but none the less the same. You move from Point A to Point B, moving, constantly moving. It like you're trying to escape your past, as crappy and twisted it might be. Some are trying to reach a destination, embarking on their adventure.

War...
War is adventure enough for anyone lifetime. Some live for the glory, others, well they signed up for training, to have a better job. It just don't work out that way. Sure, you get the training, along with a whole crap load of other things you didn't ask for. But it does define you, and who you are.

And sadly for many, you can't step back in time, when you were innocent, pure, an angel of the gods of whatever. All you can do is exist and hope you do not have to visit war again. And that the trick, war is a constant, an implacable for or a comforting friend. Attached, always lingering like a wispy ghost of a Nightmare.

The woman surprised me, as i was lost in thought, i reacted and struck her across the jaw, sending her down as she cried out.
[DICE="Jaw cracking hit"]1x2d6[/DIZE]

[Ramses]

Dice Jaw Cracking Hit:

2d6

6, 5

Total = 11

People looked, watched as she went done screaming and there I was standing, fist clenched. People looked at me but the biggest thing that over shadow that was the clattering of the knife which skidded across the floor to the foot of the local patrol, the Officer up front looking at the knife to her, to me.

Sometimes you just get lucky, even when not even trying...

[Rimpelwillem]

Dice gerard's test roll:

2d4+6

(1, 4)+6

Total = 11

[Rimpelwillem]

Dice Short Sword Attack:

1d20+5	(18)+5			Total = 23
1d6+2	(4)+2			Total = 6

This seems handy, rolling to hit and calculate damge at the same time. But sheesh, the advanced guide to rolls will have to wait till I'm fresh faced again tomorrow...

[Lunarc]

Dice Roll:

d20

10

Dice * damage roll:

2d6

2, 1

Total = 3

Dice * Roll:

2d4+4

(3, 1)+4

Total = 8

Dice * Roll:

d20+1	(20)+1			Total = 21
2d6+3	(2, 6)+3			Total = 11

Dice * Roll:

d4cx10,4

1

Dice * Roll:

d2cx10,2

1

Dice * Roll:

D2CX10,2	2
→ D2CX10,2	2
→ D2CX10,2	2
→ D2CX10,2	2
→ D2CX10,2	2
→ D2CX10,2	1
D2CX10,2	2
→ D2CX10,2	1
D2CX10,2	1
D2CX10,2	1
D2CX10,2	2
→ D2CX10,2	1
D2CX10,2	1
D2CX10,2	2
→ D2CX10,2	1
D2CX10,2	2
→ D2CX10,2	1
D2CX10,2	1
D2CX10,2	2
→ D2CX10,2	1

[medievalbanquet]

Hi everyone, new user.

[medievalbanquet]

Hi everyone, new user.

[medievalbanquet]

Hi everyone, new user.

[medievalbanquet]

Hi everyone, new user.