[center][h2][color=steelblue] Dalious [/color][/h2][/center]


[hider=Athletics roll]
1d20+1=15, success
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Dalious didn't even feel the pain upon impact, his adrenaline enough for him to hoist himself up on the other side of the spear trap.  Then it hit hard.  A sheering pain in his right foot, looking down at it he could see it was covered in his blood.  The pain became so overwhelming that he just stayed there for the moment, listening to the four guards laughing and making fun of him.  After all, he was supposed to distract as many of them as he could to let Cicero do his thing.  This wasn't how he foresaw it going down but nonetheless it was kind of working.

The pirate just sat there holding his foot and started yelling, [color=steelblue]"WHYY!?  WHYYYY!!??  F@#$ING HELL, SON OF A B/+#$, MOTHER &$$&&#¥€√, SEVEN F&$##--&$ HELLS.  SO STUPID!!  IM SO F$#@&ING STUPID!  SON OF A &$@$&!!!  @$&&$#_$#@#_&&$##_--++-$-(+&$$_-!!!!!!"[/color]


[hider=+1 bonus action]
Movement 
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[hider=Spear possession]
1d2=1, heads=success
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He was then able to get up, using the spear he somehow still held as a cane.  He began simply limping away, still swearing at himself under his breath.  


[hider=Gear]
Clothing: Prisoner garb
Weapon(s): Manzur's spear
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