GregoryGregory was spending the day as he usually did, farming pigs. He was fairly excited, as he had recently come up with a new recipe for the pig's slop, which he hoped would get him featured in the Pig Farmer Quarterly. As the pigs began to eat his new concoction, he was surprised to feel a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he was shocked to see a short, gnomish looking fellow. Being a lowly pig farmer, he had never seen a short, gnomish looking fellow in his simple, and likely to be brief, life. Still, Gregory knew well enough that it was improper to not greet a guest, no matter how short, gnomish, and apparently sneaky they were. He extended his hand for a proper and hearty handshake, only to feel a sharp, piercing pain shoot through his arm when the stranger clasped his hand. Before he faded out of consciousness, he couldn't help but notice the stranger's wide grin...
When he awoke, night had already fallen, and he could hear a howl in the distance, he guessed of wolves. Only one thought crossed his mind: HIDE THE PIGS!
Hide self:
<img src="
http://slangdesign.com/forums/Themes/default/images/dice.gif" alt="" />Rolling 1d20+200: <div style="background-color: #919191;">(1)+200: Total = 201 </div>
Hide pigs:
:dice 1d20+200:
And, just for the heck of it, a Profession: Pig Farming check:
<img src="
http://slangdesign.com/forums/Themes/default/images/dice.gif" alt="" />Rolling 1d20+4: <div style="background-color: #919191;">(14)+4: Total = 18 </div>