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As the train enters Thrane, Rod says "it rains mainly on the plain," and immediately perks up when he reaches his homeland.
"....and oh, the firetigers are in full bloom! Why, I once had to pick 27 of those in the middle of Leapwandweek....for a girl named Lacretzia......in the midst of a cold rain....*sigh* Lacretzia...."

"Good day, sir. I am Rodergo Xativa, a humble priest. These are my compatriots. I hope everything is in order..."

diplomacy
1d20 + 15 ⇒ (9) + 15 = 24

"Aye..."

Full share of loot?

Rod'll play along; talking about everything and nothing at all.

Is the minotaur still with us? He'll try to ask him stuff; see what he can learn about the beastman.
He's genuinely interested in his ways.

Sounds good;

Selling the rest is good with me.

"I guess the only way to be sure is...."

“Yet you discerned nothing out of the ordinary when you read his mind ... how can we determine this with a certainty? Matilda, do you have any insight, given that you are of the same race as Gelb?”

"Well,...it was pretty out of the ordinary. I just wouldn't be surprised if Croake was sadistic like that."

"That signal...the medusa was telling Croake something, transmitting if you will....maybe this paranoia is founded. Maybe Croake is a shapeshifter."
looks at Gil;
"n..no offence, my good friend."

Sense motive (unless it's too late or I was too busy reading minds)

1d20 + 16 ⇒ (13) + 16 = 29 to see what the medusa's inflection was about....

"I think the job might've gotten to him. He's just harsh.
You were there....when we interrogated Gelb? You didn't do anything to Gelb....I gave him a little scary stuff, but Croake kicked him in the gut. Gave me a stern talking to about scum like this blaa blaa...
When I....read Croake's thoughts, he was....wishing violence against you, Lightbringer. I think that if he was Gelb, he'd want at me...I did give him a taunt or two."

"From my previous encounters with him, well, I actually think it is him. Reading his mind, it's the same wicked sadistic bastard he always was.
So, I'm guessing it's the usual paranoia as relates to Croake."

Rod:

** spoiler omitted **

Croke glances up as Rodergo stares glazedly. "What's up with you?"

"Huh? Oh,....nothing a spell of time NOT being electricuted won't heal, I imagine.....

oh; how dreadful; it seems I momentarily lost bladder control; thank the flame for this unrevealing skirt of chainmail...."

Rodergo seems catatonic; standing there; staring blankly off into space.
Dazed, praps.

Aubrey:

"Well,....we've done pretty good up until now.
Or you guys have."

"Nothing much of use. Maybe they'll alert me if we find out something; I don't know. I got a paranoid feeling from the whole meeting.
I guess that that should be expected, though, with Croake."

Sweet.

for future reference.....buy wolfsbane; they're not all dead apparently.

Just out of curiosity; if there is a dining car, I'd like to enquire as to the availability of wolfsbane; if it even is a spice for food.
I'm in Texas; they just put jalapeno peppers on everything.

To the passengers;
"has anybody been wounded directly by ratpeople?"

knowledge: religion 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16

to establish my knowledge about possibly curing lycanthropy.....

Rodergo starts going about the train; "Is anybody hurt? I'm a healer..."

Rodergo Xativa wrote:

Bor enters the train (let me know if I'm doing it wrong) at BM 20, double moving at half speed all the way to BJ 19; he's squeezing I guess.

Did you include the 30' enhancement to his speed from Haste? Just checking...

Nope. That'll get him to bg 19.

Bor enters the train (let me know if I'm doing it wrong) at BM 20, double moving at half speed all the way to BJ 19; he's squeezing I guess.

Rod'll heal himself, standing ground.

2d8 + 7 ⇒ (6, 1) + 7 = 14 burned augury

Rod moves to az 19, amps on his spiritual weapon, and prepares to take the brunt of the mad gnoll's charge.

He got carried away, acting out the wererat electricuting Rodergo.

I like ole' Bor.

Bor will
go after g8 then g9 when g8 falls

greataxe 1 swings at his foe;
1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23 damage 3d6 + 9 ⇒ (4, 6, 2) + 9 = 21

greataxe 2 swings again;
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25 damage 3d6 + 9 ⇒ (4, 1, 6) + 9 = 20

then gore whatever stands, blowing foamy cud laden spit out his bovine yap....throatily bellowing doom at them like the puny hyena headed matadors they are under his mighty long horns;
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25 damage 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

"MMMMMMMBROOOOOAH!" trumpets the bovine hewer...

heal myself again....3d8 + 7 ⇒ (4, 6, 5) + 7 = 22 burned meld into railroad car, because it doesn't work.....it's not stone.
wheee!!!

I wish.

Apologies, guys, but I have injured my shoulder and arm in such a way that it makes operating a computer quite painful. I won't be posting for a few days.

Owwww! Sorry to hear that.

Mairkurion {tm} wrote:

Rodergo Xativa wrote:

that's no orc.....that's my wife!!!

Ooo...sorry. I mean...congrats on her great personality!

She's only half an orc really ...

all woman.

that's no orc.....that's my wife!!!

good luck, dude.

good luck, dude.

reflex save
1d20 ⇒ 9

5 foot step to bb 20

burning holy smite to heal myself 4d8 + 7 ⇒ (3, 1, 5, 7) + 7 = 23

and a.c. better than 13. f&+$ers.

that's always worth something. owell, I'll be called the thirteenth warrior in Valhalla. It'll be in mockery, but that's something.

now I'm triskadecaphobic.

Three flaming burst morningstars on him then, counts as silver and good.

swing 1
1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13 to hit
1d8 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 3 + (6) = 13 damage

swing 2
1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13 to hit
1d8 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 3 + (2) = 11 damage

swing 3
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13 to hit
1d8 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 3 + (4) = 12 damage

That's what I was thinking.

The wererat nearly makes it, but Lightbringer brings his sword down and chops half-way through its neck. It convulses and then falls to the ground again, its shape changing back to that of a wiry-looking human.

is bb18 wererat still there?

reflex 1d20 ⇒ 16

I feel a little less dead now.

I'll prolly be allright.
*stops whining*

cure critical wounds on myself
4d8 + 7 ⇒ (1, 6, 3, 4) + 7 = 21 burned dismissal.

5 foot step to ba 18.

concentration to cast defensively
cure critical wounds; action point used.

1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30
action point2d6 ⇒ (3, 6) = 9 taking the highest roll....need 23 total.

ref save
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

ouch.

Yeah; there was one back then.

It's all a misunderstanding, due to translation errors.

Maybe somebody scryed us.
Or a quasit was watching or something.

aah well...