ProfPotts' Legacy of Fire PBP

Game Master Alexander Scott

Rashid smiles at Lavender.

"That has indeed been the rather worrying trend that we have encountered so far, but there is only one way to find out for certain!"

He then heads in the direction of the camp...

Bahram sighs and follows after Rashid. "Just try not to provoce them. These barbarians think they know everything there is to know, let's see if they know somthing about the ruins at least."

Maybe Im still just peraniod after the Illution daemon, but this is a wizards abode. Just sayin. follow along behind others

Heading through the opening in the outer wall you emerge in front of the temple entrance. Before you have much chance to observe the camp within, you can't help but notice a massive leopard - fully the size of a tiger - watching you from the eastern corner of the temple (to the right as you face the temple). Snarling at your group, the big cat quickly turns and bounds off into the surrounding mountains...

A step through the temple's arched entrance confirms your suspicions that there's some sort of camp set up just within. The temple's entrance chamber is maybe forty-five feet wide (east to west), and twenty feet deep (north to south). The walls seem mostly intact, but the ceiling is long gone, the three supporting pillars either side of the chamber (six in total) now ending in uneven jagged breaks as they support nothing but open air. Directly north of where you entered (which is in the centre of the chamber's south wall) another five-foot wide arched passage leads on for maybe ten feet before opening into the next room...

... However, the entrance chamber itself contains several colourful silk tents, a central campfire, and cages of all sizes, containing a bewildering variety of wildlife. In one cage skitters a massive desert scorpion, a full sixteen feet long. In another coils a snake maybe twice as long again. Smaller cages contain other varieties of scorpions, snakes, spiders, hawks, baboons, and a whole host of local animal life, all adding to the sounds (and smells) of the camp. In one large cage, a little to the right of the central campfire, there's a very strange creature - with the upper torso of a comely woman with cat's eyes and sharp fangs, and the lower body of a lioness. There doesn't seem to be any people in the camp though...

As you enter, the tauric woman/lioness lazily looks up through the bars of her cage. Clad only in ragged strips of thin linen around her bosom and forearms, as well as a belt of gold discs aroud her (human) waist there's something strangely sensual about the creature as her lower lioness body gets up onto all fours and stretches, and her upper human torso stretches in unison, arching her back as her arms reach above her. Brushing her long, night-black, hair out of her face, you see that she's wearing kohl around her feline eyes, as well as gold hoop earrings, and that her fingernails are long, pointed, and painted. Looking towards your group with an expression of practiced mild disinterest she speaks in Kelish, a feline purr to her accent,

'If you've come to purrrchase me... or one of the otherrr beasts... then you'rrre out of luck - our captorrrs have been gone forrr some time, and I have no idea when... orrr if... they'll rrreturrrn...' she shrugs, tosses her hair, then sighs, '... I suppose if you want to brrrowse I can't stop you... although I assurrre you, I'm the most interrresting thing herrre...'

k-nature1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 191d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
And where pray tell did they get off too, lamia. and dont try any of them there tricks on me or my friends here.Wary that one, they are known to bend peoples will, with a touch I here

Lavender frowns when she sees the caged Lamia. After listening to what it has to say she says, "You seem quite complacent for someone trapped in a cage. I am Lavender, what is your name? Can you tell me more about your captors?"

And where pray tell did they get off too, lamia. and dont try any of them there tricks on me or my friends here.Wary that one, they are known to bend peoples will, with a touch I here

Lavender thinks for a moment on Keldar's words, walking around the cage looking at it and the lamia. she then asks the lamia; "What are these "tricks" my dwarven friend is talking about? If we were to "purchase" you, what would stop you from using these tricks on us? What price are your captors asking for you? I can't imagine you like being stuck in that tiny cage..." Lavender then says something in a strange language...

Lavender scrutinizes the cage. How is it locked, and is there magic involved? (Using detect magic) Also, lavender looks to see if there are any mundane traps on the cage as well.
Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

Rashid raises an eyebrow at what Keldar has to say about the 'Lamia', but refrains from commenting. Instead, he addresses her respectfully.

"What manner of creatures were/are your captors? Exactly how long ago did they disappear? Where did they go?"

Bahram steps around the cage admireing the crature despite himself, looking to Lavender he answers her in the far-away sounding airy tounge she used.

"Humpgh. I'm not much for sentimentality, but if the captors are gone, we should let out the creatures. Better for them to have a chance at survival or death, than to rot in a cage."

Yousef starts unlocking cages of the animals that seems least harmless. i.e. nothing that contains giant scorpions and snakes. But small snakes, hawks, baboons, and other fauna.

And where pray tell did they get off too, lamia. and dont try any of them there tricks on me or my friends here.Wary that one, they are known to bend peoples will, with a touch I here

'My, arrren't we the cleverrr one,' the lamia says, glancing at Keldar, 'I should be flatterrred to be rrrecognised, I suppose...'

"You seem quite complacent for someone trapped in a cage. I am Lavender, what is your name? Can you tell me more about your captors?"

'Complacent?' the lamia retorts, 'How would you prrreferrr I act... and how would acting that way benefit me? As to a name... you can call me Shakilah... or not... the choice is, of course, yourrrs...'

"What are these "tricks" my dwarven friend is talking about? If we were to "purchase" you, what would stop you from using these tricks on us? What price are your captors asking for you? I can't imagine you like being stuck in that tiny cage..."

The lamia's eyes follow Lavender as she walks round the cage,

'Haven't you hearrrd the tales? My kind have many tricks, to steal men's will and enchant them with our wiles... of course we have, we'rrre all female... so we must be evil, isn't that what they say?'

She smiles, her grin bearing her sharp teeth,

'As to prrrice... complacent as I may seem, even I hesitate to sell myself into slaverrry... you'll have to await the rrreturrrn of my "masterrrs"... as they see themselves... if, indeed, they do rrreturrrn...'

"What manner of creatures were/are your captors? Exactly how long ago did they disappear? Where did they go?"

Shakilah tosses her hair once more and yawns as she glances at Rashid,

'My captorrrs werrrre, of courrrse, men - the most vile and evil of creaturrres, as I'm surrre you'rrre awarrre... As to exact times... what use have I forrr such things? They werrre herrre, they went away... Futherrr into the temple, I think...'

"Humpgh. I'm not much for sentimentality, but if the captors are gone, we should let out the creatures. Better for them to have a chance at survival or death, than to rot in a cage."

The lamia watches Yousef as he starts to pull out the simple pegs securing some of the smaller cages, releashing the creatures within...

'Why not come over herrre and rrrelease me, if you'rrre in such a generrrous mood?' she asks, languorously running her hands up the sides of her shapely humanoid torso to cup her breasts as she pouts at the half-orc, 'I'm surrre I'll rrrewarrrd you morrre handsomely than the rrrest of these crrreaturrres...'

As Lavender scrutinizes the cage she stops and then looks around the camp.

Lavender moves between Yousef and the Lamia as she is attempting to seduce him.

Diplomacy 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

"Ms. Shakilah, I am most impressed by this... illusion!" Lavender says, gesturing in a wide area around her. "Such a large area, real looking cages, and such believable animals is quite a feat! The word "trick" does not do it justice! I dare say that you are a master of illusion! I must say however, we are not a group of people whom you want to trick or try to take advantage of. Despite how we may appear, we are a very powerful group of warriors and mages. We do not want to cause any trouble for you and we wish no trouble in return. I understand it is your nature to do such things, but if you continue to try to deceive us or worse, I can guarantee that you will soon be wishing you hadn't. I don't know if word of it has made it up here, but we are the group of people who cleaned out the entire gnoll tribe in the ruined city to the south, along with their insane genie leader in a single night! Not to mention the evil daemon we destroyed below the city. Believe me, It is not worth it." Lavender says, trying to make the Lamia see reason.

Lavender tries to be 5ft away from the lamia when she calls her out on her ruse. If the lamia tries anything threatening, like trying to strike at her or her friends, Lavender will cast colorspray, hoping it is enough to stun her for a moment, and buy the party a moment to prepare for a fight. Lavender is trying to be diplomatic, but she is kinda threatening the lamia, so I'm not sure if this should be diplomacy, intimidate, or well, both. If it is both, feel free to roll the intimidate check, otherwise it is the same bonus as diplomacy so it can be either or.

"Ms. Shakilah, I am most impressed by this... illusion!" .

I knew it.Wizards and there tricky towers try to walk right through the baboon cage. will save 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Yousef takes a long look at the upper half of the lamia, but then shudders as his eyes glide over the lower half. "I think I'll pass lady." He then proceeds unlock cages.

Will save I suppose 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Rashid nods in agreement with Lavender, before turning to address the Lamia.

"Indeed. I for one have no desire to shed blood, but if you insist on engaging us, I am fairly certain that you will find it detrimental to your continued well-being. Please reconsider such a course of action. If you depart now, I, at least, will not try to harm you."

Diplomacy(assist): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2.

The old Dwarf then makes a point of going over to one of the scorpion cages, and attempting to wave his arm through it.

Will Save: 1d20 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 8 + 2 = 28.

"I must, however, commend you on your skill with illusions; they are remarkably convincing..."

Bahram is a bit taken aback by Lavenders statement, taking her word for it though he quickly backpedles away from the lamia's cage and activates his detect magic spell.

Not sure how much time he has to focus on the illusion but I'll roll for him anyway.
Will; Disbelief 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Knowledge (arcana) 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

Once Lavender has said her piece, and the dwarves start to pass through cages, the lamia frowns for a moment... then smiles...

... The camp disolves to nothing, the freshly removed peg in Yousef's hand fading away along with the cage he took it from and the creature inside. Within a few seconds it's as if the tents, cages, beasts and even the campfire have blown away like so much sand on the breeze, along with their sounds, and smells, and even warmth - leaving the temple's entrance chamber empty, apart from your group... and Shakilah.

'Cleverrr little sisterrr...' purrs the lamia as she directs her smile towards Lavender. Padding softly one way, then back the other, Shakilah begins to pace back and forth, her lionine tail swishing behind her as she does. Snorting with derision at Rashid she near spits as she says, 'Prrriest...' then looks over the rest of your group, 'the otherrr stunted one must be one of your "warrriorrrs", yes? And the grrrotesque too?' she nods towards Yousef, 'Which leaves my dearrr little sisterrr and herrr handsome frrriend as yourrr "mages"?' she appears to be refering to Lavender and Bahram. The lamia's smile widens to a sharp-toothed grin as her feline eyes narrow, and she adds, 'I don't know... I still think I could take you...' Holding up a hand to forestall action she adds, '... wait... I'm considerrring my options...'

She doesn't seem intimidated in the least... and more impressed that Lavender saw through her ruse than actually convinced by her words...

Yousef casually fingers Tempest and stares at his companions while cocking his head.

Bluff for Secret Message 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
The other characters can see that Yousef wants to attack the lamia, but is waiting for approval. Shakilaih needs a Sense Motive check DC 15 to understand the message. I am assuming it is a simple message.

sense motive 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16

If Lavender see's Yousef's message, she ignore it for the moment. Trying to quickly to pacify the Lamia.

"I'd much rather make a friend than an enemy, Shakilah. We only wish to investigate the ruins here. You have no need to fear being run out by us. However, the city is being reconstructed and I would not be surprised if others of this temple's faith would want to claim this temple for themselves. Is there a specific reason you chose to stay here? Perhaps we could help prevent problems for you in the future? I'd hate to see you run out of your home.
I can't imagine why you would want to take such a risk to fight us. You're out numbered, and I don't see what you would gain. If you are making to kill and eat us, I can offer you some of our food as a token of gratitude for letting us pass through your domain.
If you are willing to put your skills to better use, I'm sure we can find a great place for you at the city. If illusion's such as we saw were only one of your talents, I'm sure we could find you a place in the city, and you would never have to go hungry again."

Diplomacy 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

Rashid nods.

"Indeed, we intend you no harm, unless you intend harm to us. We simply intend to explore this ruin. As Lavender says, however, others will undoubtedly follow us once the town gets up and running again, so even if you did kill us, you would eventually have the entire town after you. Would it not be better to engage in dialogue, potentially even a trade arrangement, rather than simply having it all settled by combat?"

Diplomacy(Assist): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18.

Bahram gives a slight, almost imperceptable nod to Yousef.

"I'm sorry Lav, but she'll have to find another place to reside. I have every intention of rebuilding this temple dedicated to my god and I won't have a lamia on my doorstep." Bahram says to Lavander. Turning to the lamia he continues; "If you want to take that deal, fine, I'm sure you skills will come into high demand, but you'll have to find yourself another haunt."

Diplomacy 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

Shakilah glances at Keldar as he exits the temple, but appears to be listening to what everyone has to say. Hissing at Yousef as he fingers his sword, she says to Lavender,

'Brrring yourrr dog to heal, little sisterrr... lest I do it forrr you...'

After everyone's said their piece, the lamia (still pacing) appears to think for a while,

'It's trrrue,' she admits, 'to kill and eat you all is a terrrible temptation... and the thought of a place in yourrr "city" sickens me... howeverrr... you imprrress me, little sisterrr, which is not common...'

Padding back and forth some more, Shakilah rubs her fingers across her chin, eyes narrowing, then turns back to Lavender,

'Yourrr pet prrriest said you'rrre to explorrre the rrruin, yes? Then I shall let you do so... and we can play this game some morrre when... if... you emerrrge...'

My friends, it seems that the man we saw may be a driud aswell. His tracks go from man to turning into the large cat we saw. Being she is part cat aswell, it got me to thinking they may be together. Which means might be even more waiting on us when we exit

"Wait.." Bahram holds up a hand, his brow furrowing in concentration. "Let me get this right. You want us to go explore the potentially dangerous ruins and then come out and face you? Possibly battered and bruised from whatever may wait for us there?" Bahram's expression is one of growing anger as he finishes his line of thought.

"No deal." he says and sends a pair of force missiles sailing at the lamia.

2d4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 1) + 2 = 7

@Bahram: You are now level 5, and get three force missiles ;-)

Oh dear...

Initiative: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19.

Round 1:

Drawing his Scimitar, Rashid moves over to Yousef, and, intoning words of divine power, casts Magic Circle Against Evil on him...

Just to note that Bahram will need an initiative roll here too - nobody's really surprised after all... ;)

Oh. Right.
Initiative 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Third magic missile 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Initiative 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

"And you were worried about moi?" Yousef pretends to just stand and point at himself.

Feint 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

Then he draws Tempest and attacks.

Attack (flat-food if Bluff worked) 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
Damage 2d4 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (1, 2) + 4 + (2) = 9 plus 2d6 ⇒ (3, 2) = 5 if the Feint worked.

Lavender thinks it over, listening to what everyone says, but then Bahram starts to cast his spell...
"B-Bahram!"
Lavender says, as she quickly wheels back away from the Lamia and starts to put together her Color Spray spell to hopefully stun the Lamia, if only for a moment.

I am assuming that the Lamia was closest to lavender sense it seemed to be focusing on her.

Init 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Wow, so far a great set of initiatives.

init1d20 ⇒ 7

wildshape into mountain lion and get into flank, if needed to.

As Keldar steps back inside the entrance chamber, explaining about the tracks he saw, Bahram (pops a gasket? ;) ) flings out his hand and chants arcane words, sending a trio of glowing missiles corkscrewing around each other as they race across the chamber to strike Shakilah square in the chest! Hissing, even as she recoils slightly from the blast, the lamia snarls a growl at the sorcerer...

But Lavender moves almost as one with Bahram, backing away from Shakilah, even as she weaves arcane gestures and words of her own and unleashes a spray of clashing colours which washes over the lamia... to no apparant effect. Shakilah spares Lavender a disdainful sneer,

'Please... little sisterrr, you can do betterrr...'

Drawing his scimitar as he hurries to Yousef's side, Rashid places a hand on the half-orc's shoulder as he calls forth the protective power of the Dawnflower...

Yousef himself, meanwhile, tries to lull the lamia into a false sense of security... but she simply smiles and shakes her head,

'Amateurrrs...' she purrs...

... even as Yousef draws Tempest...

Move action to Feint (for Yousef anyway), and Move action to draw a weapon - which can be combined with a regular move, but not any other Move-equivalent actions, so Yousef can't also attack this round. Besides, I was working on the assumption that (after Keldar's earlier warning about her touch) no-one was actually standing within a five-foot step of the lamia when Bahram kicked off...

Still smiling, Shakilah bounds... backwards, ducking behind the centre of the three wide pillars on that side of the chamber (facing their matching three on the opposite side of the chamber) even as her laughter echoes through the ruins...

'So, we shall play!' the lamia calls out, 'Cat and mouse... I am obviously the cat, so will you squeak forrr me my little mice?'

His form melting and shifting, even as he moves forwards, Keldar drops to all fours and he shapechanges into the form of a mountain lion. Bounding round the pillar, after Shakilah, he comes muzzle-to-face with not one... but five lamias - all appearing identical, and each now holding a wicked-looking jagged and curved dagger. The five Shakilah's all seem to move as one as they tilt their heads to one side and speak in unison,

'If I'd known you could do that we could have had sooo much fun togetherrr...'

Next round!

"Well damn!" Yousef sighs. "I guess its the hard way." He then charges the five lamias opposite to Keldar

To see which one is hit. 1d5 ⇒ 1
Charge Attack 1d20 + 7 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 2 + 2 = 15
Damage 2d4 + 4 + 2d6 + 2d6 ⇒ (2, 3) + 4 + (3, 5) + (3, 3) = 23
If that hits, AC is 19 not including the effects of Rashid's spell, if any.

"Oh, your such a tease." Bahram says, drawling with sarcasm, "Here kity-kity, come out for a treat." Bahram steps around, trying to see behind the pillar, preparing to cast a spell of glitterdust in the lamias face when he sees her.

Spend a move action to move into postition, if I see her, cast glitterdust, if not the I'll ready an action to cast glitterdust when I do.

attack bite(w/flank)1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 261d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 bite's w/flank1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 191d3 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 61d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 221d3 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

if need 1d5 ⇒ 41d5 ⇒ 51d5 ⇒ 3

Lavender moves so that she can see Shakilah, then sighs when she sees 5 of her.

Lavender casts grease on Shakilah's scary looking dagger.

Weighing his options carefully, Rashid moves over to Keldar, and casts Heroism on him.

You have, presumably, three attacks? If so, you benefit the most from this... (+2 to attacks, damage rolls, saves, and skill checks).

Stepping to the side until he can see round the pillar, Bahram conjures up a cloud of glittering, blinding, particles... which explode across a good third of the chamber! Luckily, a quick DM rolled save for Keldar indicates he resists the blinding effect (as does the lamia, I'm afraid) and the others are outside the 10ft radius spread).

Heading next to Bahram, Lavender takes her turn - with a sound of sloshing oil all five of the (gold-dust-coated) lamias curse as their identical (gold-dust-coated) daggers slip from their hands to clatter across the (gold-dust-coated) floor... although only a single (gold-dust-coated) dagger comes to rest there...

Wading into gold-dust-coated third of the chamber Rashid lays a hand on the back of (gold-dust-coated) lion-Keldar as he offers prayers to Sarenrae...

BTW - Heroism only provides it's +2 bonus to attack rolls, saves, and skill checks, not damage rolls.

Moving around the opposite side of the pillar to (gold-dust-coated) lion-Keldar and Rashid, Yousef takes a swing with Tempest... but the five (gold-dust-coated) Shakilahs lithly duck and Yousef instead takes a slice out of the (gold-dust-coated) pillar...

Roaring, Shakilah rears up, taking a brief moment to examine the gold dusting across her skin,

'Prrretty...' she comments, with a grin... then lands both her fore-claws on (gold-dust-coated) lion-Keldar, ripping into his flesh even as she reaches out to lay her human hand on him as well... Keldar takes 9 Hit Points of damage, and 1 point of Wisdon drain...

Attempting to return Shakilah's attack in kind, (gold-dust-coated) lion-Keldar bites and claws at her... his bite and one claw both strike (or nearly strike) one of the images of Shakilah, causing them to blow away like desert sand as they're dispelled... But his second claw strikes home, raking four parallel bloody rents across the fore-shoulder of the lamia's lion body. Shakilah hisses with pain and anger...

Next round! Oh, and would it be possible for people to post stuff like the save DCs of their spells when they cast, and their current AC - it would save me a lot of time going back and forth between writing the post and checking character sheets...

RRRRRWWWWW hp-42 AC-12

bite w/flank1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 311d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7--1d3 ⇒ 1
claws w/flank 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 151d3 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 51d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 171d3 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 --1d3 ⇒ 11d3 ⇒ 3

if matters confirm crit1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 251d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

AC17 or 19 if his SA hits.

Yousef brings back his sword, and again slices at the lamia, hoping his sword bites true.

Attack w/flank 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
Damage 2d4 + 4 + 2d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (3, 1) + 4 + (2, 5) + (6) = 21cold.

AC 16, hp 26/26

Grimancing at the lack of the spells intended effect Bahram falls back on his force missiles, splitting them up to strike as many as he can.

Four lamias - three missiles, lamia no# 1d4 ⇒ 2 skips a missile.
#1 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
#3 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
#4 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

If Lavender sees more than one Lamia, she blast's the Lamia with her lightning lance. If the images are all gone, she will instead use her Shocking Ray Spell.

Ranged (Touch):1d20 ⇒ 14 /19x2 } -4 shooting into melee (x8)

Lightning Lance Electricity Damage1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Shocking Ray Electricity Damage4d6 ⇒ (1, 1, 3, 5) = 10

Invoking the divine guidance of Sarenrae, Rashid casts Bless.

Invoking three more magical bolts of force Bahram lets them fly towards the three remaining lamias... as they approach it appears as though the glowing bolts each split again into three as all three of the lamias are stuck by three matching bolts each! All three Shakilah's roar with pain and anger, glaring (and cursing and spitting) at Bahram... Spells which don't require attack rolls don't effect (and aren't effected by) the mirror images.

Hurling one of her lightning lances at the same time Bahram's force missiles fly, Lavender's crackling blue-white blast passes right through one of the lamias, causing it to be swept away like dust...

As Rashid calls upon the blessings of the Dawnflower, a wave of courage seems to flow through you all, bolstering your resolve... That's a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves Vs fear; it doesn't stack with the morale bonus Keldar's already getting from Heroism though.

Swinging again, Yousef once more finds Tempest's frosty blade missing both the remaining Shakilah's. In unison they laugh as they glance at him,

'It looks like I'm safe to leave you until last...' she purrs...

True to her word, the lamia continues her assault on lion-Keldar, her (now blood-flecked gold) claws raking at him even as she once more lays a touch with her human hand on his fur... Keldar takes another 3 Wisdom drain, and a mere 6 Hit Points damage.

Snapping back at the lamia, lion-Keldar's jaws close on... the last of the figments, causing it to disperse to nothingness like the others. With the true Shakilah finally revealed the shapeshifted dwarf presses his assault... but the lamia proves too elusive a target as she lithly moves this way and that, laughing as she does so,

'What fun!' she declares, casting a glance towards Lavender, 'You brrring me the most wonderrrful pets, little sisterrr!'

Next round please!

'It looks like I'm safe to leave you until last...' she purrs...

Yousef smiles. Please do.

Flank Attack 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22
Damage 2d4 + 4 + 2d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (2, 1) + 4 + (4, 1) + (2) = 14 (the last 2 pts are cold dmg)
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If the attack hits, AC is 19

"Glad you like shiny things, here!" Bahram fliks out his hand, sending a blast of lightning arching at the lamia. "Catch!"

Ranged Touch; 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Damage 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

"The fun is just starting, sis." Lavender says as lighting unlike what any of the others have seen is produced around Lavender's hands. She places the hands together and with a crack of thunder nearly sending lavender backwards, the lighting is unleashed in a bolt towards the lamia!

Ranged (Touch): Shocking Ray 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13 /Electricity Damage4d6 ⇒ (2, 6, 2, 4) = 14 /19x2 } +1 bless, -4 shooting into melee

staggering back,and skaking his head Keldar lets out a roar, and resumes atacking.
hp-36, ac-12 GGGGRRRRRRR!!!!!!!

bite w/flank and heroism1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 211d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
claws w/flank and heroism1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 311d3 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 51d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 291d3 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

confirm crit1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 121d3 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

HA HA HA

With a whispered prayer to the Dawnflower, Rashid steps forward, and takes a swipe at the lamia with his trusty scimitar...

MW Consecrated Scimitar: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 7 + 1 = 21, for 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11 Slashing damage.

Add an extra +2 to that if I can get a flank...

I forgot to add the +1 Bless bonus, so my 'to hit' roll should be a 23.