Brogg: Yeah, a hit point check would be useful.

Well, I know one thing for sure: Dave, Fist of Odin is going to fight this guy. Being a priest, I know that he must, no matter what the cost. But, I can't stand to see my pal be chopped to bits without a chance. So, I drink my Potion of Fire Breath, and...

Torch Dave, Fist of Odin. 3d6 3:14 points of fire. From what I could tell, Dave was at 11. Now if by some chance he had more hit points and doesn't drop, I then must cold clock him too: BR:15 that hits AC:1, probably better with surprise. 9 points of damage, subdual.

Either way, I immediately bandage Dave, Fist of Odin after that.

I am so sorry, Dave, Fist of Odin, but I just couldn't let it go down like that. I hope that you will be able to forgive me someday.

Mysterious X, you are a real prick, a prick of enormous magnitude, perhaps the biggest prick that I shall ever meet. I pray to Grisbane your nuts fall off and your book is a flop.

Someday, we will meet again. And that day, Mysterious X, you will die. But for now, I will take you up on your offer of safe passage.

I carry Dave, Fist of Odin out of here.

So sorry, my friend.  ¶ 12:21 AM