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Please. This is just getting ridiculous.

Power attack the king: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 6 - 1 = 6
Unluck: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 6 - 1 = 9

Khatijah howls in frustration as she fails to hit the varmint again.

Greatsword (Power Attack): 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 6 - 1 = 12
Unluck: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (15) + 6 - 1 = 20

Khatijah swings again, leaving another furrow in the stone as she misses.

Fair enough.

Khatijah lets out an inhuman howl as the mace cracks into her leg. Part of it from pain, a lot of it from anger.

She glares at the cur-shaped ball of lard and snarls before swinging wildly.

Greatsword (Power Attack): 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (18) + 6 - 1 = 23
Unluck: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 6 - 1 = 12

Strategy, tactics, religion, and the finer things in life are over Khatijah's head.

This, though, this she understands.

"So the cur wants a fight!" Her voice crackles with glee as she begins to lazily spin her sword about. She smiles and laughs like she's before an audience. She looks the fat pugwampi down and gives it a manic grin.

"Fine by me!" She cries as she charges and tries to split the runt from groin to throat.

Attack (Charge! and Power Attack): 1d20 + 6 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 2 - 1 = 26
The Unlucky roll (Charge! and Power Attack): 1d20 + 6 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 2 - 1 = 14
Damage: 2d6 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (2, 4) + 6 + 3 = 15

Charging King Mokknokk. Tactically sound? No, but Khatijah hasn't had the bravado beaten out of her yet.

Khatijah's eyes widen before she lets loose a string of profanity and colorful curses at the sight of more of those damned, mangy curs.

that was awesome. :D
Too bad it didn't kill the dang thing though. :\

Khatijah shakes her head and continues deeper inside the ruin. To A2

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Khatijah leads the way through the ruined archway, her sword out and her eyes wary.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Two things become apparent the next morning. The first is Khatijah is not a morning person. The second is she is a sound sleeper, not even stirring until one of the mercenaries trips over her.

Which may have something to do with the first thing.

Once she's up she stretches out the kinks in her back and shoulders before scavenging something to eat and wolfing her breakfast down. She finishes getting ready, tying her hair back, donning her armor and shouldering her sword.

By the time she's ready, the others are about to head to the monastery.

Khatijah takes the coins without comment, and leaves. Shortly after she has stripped off her armor and found a place to sleep, she's gone, the day more wearing than her tough demeanor would suggest.

"So whadda we do about the goat?"

AoO: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
AoO: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Not even going to bother, if a 13 missed, a 12 does as well.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Damage: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 6) + 6 = 14

That probably hits though! :D

Take all the time you need, I don't think Khat's going to change much in the meantime. ;)

"GET YOUR FAT ASS IN HERE CUR!" Khatijah yells at Dashki as she tightens her grip and swings again.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Damge, just in case I did hit: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (5, 4) + 6 = 15

Just to save time, I'm going to go ahead an roll twice.

Attack Greatsword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Attack Greatsword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Khatijah takes her sword in both hands and brings it down in a mighty swing for the pugwampi's head.

"GHIK!"

Only to have her shoulder's go numb as the shock of hitting the rock instead shivers up her arms.

And now we get to try the PC's and the Player's patience. :D

(Also don't sweat it. I've got the same issue.)

I've played through this part once, your don't want to know the answer.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

The hairs on the back of Khatijah's neck stand on end as she notes the goat's discomfort. She ignores the rivulets of her own blood flowing down her arm as she looks about.

Khat doesn't do fancy footwork, besides. I'd rather just take the lumps and come out swinging than try and fail at avoiding the lumps in the first place.

Khat grits her teeth and pushes her way through.

"To hells with this!" Khatijah says as frustration takes over. She covers her face with her arms and barrels through to the other side.

Not the brightest move, but Khatijah is not the sharpest sword in the rack. :)

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

"I see. Wait here." Khatijah checks her armor on last time before hefting the sword and trying to hack her way in.

Khatijah watches the others, seeing what they do before acting, though the sword at her back is now in her hands after she quickly unsheathes it.

Yikes man. I'm glad to hear that she's alive, if not exactly in the best shape.

Khatijah follows along and stays out of everyone's way. She was well aware that she was no tracker.

Great, now I'm in a group with two bone-heads.

Khatijah keeps her mouth shut, and waits to see what the others do.

Works for me.

Splendidly. :D

Khatijah doesn't seem to even notice that Khasra is even talking to her, seeing as her attention has moved onto Garavel and Thurrios.

This isn't personal, Khasra, I'm just having fun with Khatijah's own brand of abrasive stubbornness. If it gets to be too much, let me know and I'll tone it down.

"Does it matter if I did?" Khatijah asks, her voice as flat as ever as she turns her attention to Garavel.

"Dashki seems to be the only within the camp that may have done it, but he says that it was pugwampis, whatever those are."

"You say that almost as if you think I believe it." Khatijah states after Khasra makes his opinion known.

"I see. Thank you for answering my questions. Take care." With that, Khatijah returns to the others.

Once there, she tells them, "Dashki said he was looking for the cause of the fire. He said he didn't find anything, but he thinks it's pugwampis."

Khatijah is not the bookish sort, thus that part actually makes sense for her.

"I see. Do they worship you as well?" Khatijah says in that same, flat voice, only the slight widening of her eyes giving even a hint that that last part was a slip.

Great Khatijah, you idiot. Now he's going to fight you and your going to get whipped, clapped in irons and left to die, or worse!

"Pugwampis?" Khatijah asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Khatijah," She answers bluntly, apparently unfazed by the man's abrasiveness.

"Did you happen to find anything?"

"What were you doing when the fire started?" she asks, giving no sign that the stench was affecting her.

"Thanks," Khatijah says before heading off to look for the "Gnoll Expert."

Once she finds him, or someone that fits his description, she asks, "You Dashki?"

"Where is Dashki now?" Khatijah asks bluntly after the mercenaries finish joking about who was in her master's skirts.

Khatijah merely listens, letting Thurrios do the talking and doing her best to be unobtrusive.

Khat's not really a talker, but she can turn on the scary at need.

Khatijah follows Thurrios, though she wonders why they'd need her. She is aware that she's not much of a conversationalist.

After Garavel speaks, Khatijah goes to retrieve a few things, namely the scale mail and the greatsword she brought with her. After donning the armor and shouldering the sword she waits for the others.

Khatijah, follows the others out, just grateful that her new master, whatever Garavel had said about who owned her, wasn't ready to make an example of her just yet.

"I spent half of my life in the pits fighting. It's about the only thing I'm good at." she answers Thurrios.

Pacing's good, and don't worry about getting a feel for the quirks, I'm still getting a feel for Khatijah.

Khatijah listens as well, but her mind keeps insisting on imagining what her punishment is going to be. Those that look close enough see she's shaking slightly and her eyes remain fixed on a spot three feet in front of her feet.

Khatijah stays silent. She doesn't even move. Thurrios wasn't her master. The woman who Garavel served was.

At this point, if someone wants Khatijah to utter a sound besides Almah, they're going to have to physically beat it out of her.

"EMPLOYMENT?!" Khatijah blurts out, cutting off Khasra in the process. From how wide her eyes are and the way her jaw hangs open, she was not expecting this. As the seconds, tick by, her face flushes as she realizes she just broke another rule of being a slave, don't talk unless asked or commanded to do it.

Her mouth closes with a click and the already small girl seems to be barely a foot tall, and waiting of the inevitable lightning bolt of wrath that would be her doom.

Khatijah shrugs at Sami's explanation and her prayer. She hadn't seen much to show her the gods cared for anyone. Hearing Garavel summon them to what is apparently her new master's tent, she turns and hurries off. One thing she'd learned as a slave, don't keep your master waiting.

"What is that smell?" Khatijah asks as her face pales some. She covers her mouth and nose, moving away from the wagon, and hopefully somewhere that won't make her eyes water.

Having saved the wagon, Khatijah moves on to putting out the fire, grabbing a bucket from the water cart and using it to shovel sand onto the fire.

"Less talk, more push" Khatijah tells the loud-mouthed mercenary.

Sorry, couldn't resist the opportunity to be a little mouthy, in a laconic way.