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HP:12 | AC:16 ; T:11 ; FF:15 ; CMD:16/15 | Fort:+4 ; Ref:+3 ; Will:+2 | Init:+3 ; PER:+6 (Darkvision)

Shaggar enjoys the familiar items - sausages and eggs. He eyes the orange liquid curiously, dipping a claw in it and noting its viscosity.
He takes a speculative sip and his eyes widen in delight. He holds his cup to show Ari. "Have you tried this orange syrup? It is delicious!"


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Half-Elf Ranger 3 :: HP:26 | AC:18 ; T:14 ; FF:14 ; CMD:20/16 | Fort:+4 ; Ref:+7 ; Will:+5 | Init:+3 (+5 total in forests) ; PER:+11 (Low Light Vision)

Agatha’s Shop:

Malvin wrote:
"Before I go, I want to apologize for my apprentice's behavior. I heard about what happened from Agatha and Dimira. Normally Roldare would be the one doing this, but I felt that I should, both so I could apologize and to keep from something similar from happening."

The ranger nods. ”That was very thoughtful, Master Malvin, thank you. You’ve been so kind, you owe us no apology. To my mind, Roldare’s actions are no reflection on you.”

Malvin wrote:
He looks to Moon his tone turning grim. "Watch out for Grimscar. I know you would anyway, but he's probably going to be bitter about how easily Meep has been accepted by a good number of the townsfolk here. I wouldn't be surprised if he decides to take that out on Meep. Trelvar told me that he's getting more surly of late, if that's possible."

Moon weighs the information. ”Thank you for the warning. We’ll be keeping a close eye on things and I’ll speak with Father Prasst. A word from him likely carries far more weight than anything I might say.” She debates briefly with herself before adding, ”I appreciate your candor, so allow me to be equally candid. Before the town elders yesterday – including one elder that was looking askance at Meep – I swore that I would protect Meep from anyone – young, old, man, or woman – that went after her. I told Father Prasst that he could expect to treat broken noses and limbs if my resolve was tested. I hope the good Father spreads the news before anything happens.” She pats the cobbler’s hand. ”If you hear someone stewing on ‘the goblin in town’, you may let them know they can find me when convenient and we’ll settle the matter, in the street, right then and there.”

After finishing up at Agatha’s, Moon will head to see Father Prasst to pass along what she’s heard. We don’t need to RP it unless you would like to for some reason.

Moon & Meep:
Meep wrote:
"Thank you big sis," she says with a laugh. "Do you think Betz, Grob, and Maidie will think I look cute, like Agatha and Dimira do?"

Moon inclines her head with a smile, ”You are very welcome, oħt iċ-ċkejkna.” She adds, ”And I think Betz, Grob, and Maidie are going to… to fall out of their chairs at how beautiful and refined you look! Tonight, we will test this idea on Grob… and you get to choose which dress to wear to impress him.”

And I’ll be doing the same thing.


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Shaggar dreams of a regal human woman in a grey silk robe. She is attractive, for a human... but then he notices she has a tail that moves sinuously, sensually beneath her robe. Then her skin somehow sprouts fine fur. Tiger stripes appear across her face. She growls at him, showing tiny fangs. The gnoll is intrigued. Aroused, he wonders do those stripes go all the way down her body?

Someone moving in the room jars him awake. Bah! That was getting... interesting.

Ready to roll!


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HP:35 | AC:23 ; T:20 ; FF:23 ; CMD:26/26 | Fort:+5 ; Ref:+13 ; Will:+5 | Init:+5 ; PER:+12 (Low-light)

The young thief fires off a series of punches at the blindheim's throat, trying to make the croaker, uh... croak.

FULL: FOB @ GREEN

BOOM:

FULL: Unarmed Strike (crit: 20/2x | B)
Mods: FOB, Inspire Courage
HIT #1: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 10 + 2 = 21 | DAM #1: 1d6 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 2 = 12
HIT #2: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 10 + 2 = 13 | DAM #2: 1d6 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 2 = 10

Status:
HP: 25 / 35 | AC:25 / T:20 / FF:25 | CMD:26/26 (28 Grapple) – AC +4
NL DAM: 3
Stunning Fist (3): xxx
Boots (1):
Shozoku (1): x
Inspired (1):
Arrows (20): xxxx
Shuriken (5): xx
Shuriken Earthfire (3):
Thunderstone (1):

Effects:
Mage Armor – 1 hr (50-ish mins)


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The half-elf smiles, "You may get that chance. A beating can be instructive... and satisfying."


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The ranger's laugh has a bitter tinge. "The wound is already open. You make it no worse, Betz."

Moon shrugs, her father's behavior made no more sense to her. "He did not want me to go on the quest but I don't think that was the reason. Maybe it was his excuse to himself and my absence gave him the opportunity to do all this without interference." She gestures vaguely at the empty house. "I just don't know. So many of his actions and feelings make no sense. He berates me for consorting with 'foreigners' - in their own country - after he bedded and wedded an elf. How has he behaved any different?"


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Betz wrote:
”And I'm sorry for being a rockheaded, uncouth dwarven b!tch to you too!"

Moon’s snort of laughter is very un-ladylike, as is her response. ”I’m sure I never noticed that… one b!tch to another.”

Moon takes a few minutes to simply enjoy the camaraderie before her smile turns sad. "Meep, we're at the hard part. My missier is very bad, like yours. They need to know how bad, so I'm going to read what he said to me. If you don't want to hear it, that's OK. Take any of the toys our friends fixed into the other room and play, if you want. This will only take a few minutes." She gives Meep a chance to decide and step out before continuing.

Moon had spent a lot of time trying to decide on the best approach to the conversation. She never found one, so she clears her throat nervously and plows ahead. Feeling unsteady, she sits on the stove. ”I’m sorry that I cannot offer you chairs but I need to sit down for this. It is very hard for me.” She pulls a letter from her pocket, her hands shaking, and takes several deep breaths to calm herself. The writing on the letter is blood red. ”It shames me to have to read this to you and I apologize for the insults to you and your families in this letter. I’ll read it and then, if you have questions, I’ll answer them.”

She licks her lips and translates the minkaian script, as devoid of emotion as she can manage. ”To the worthless girl I fathered… It is my shame to know that we share blood. I have tried to raise you as a proper daughter, yet your mother always spoiled you. You would not listen. You sullied yourself by interacting with these ‘foreigners’ ” She opts for the kinder term ‘foreigners’ instead of the more insulting literal translation. ”I had hoped that your impure blood would not bring dishonor to my name, but it has. No true daughter of mine would do so. You are dead to me, Worthless Girl. I have no children. I have sold my home to pay for passage out of this gods-cursed town. I have left you the trash you have defiled with your touch. If you wish to show me that you have any honor, slit your belly open and die.”

Her voice wavers only a little bit as she concludes the recitation, ”Do not look for me. If you see your mother tell her that my deepest regret was not cutting you from her womb and leaving you for the wolves.”

She drops the letter to the floor like it scalds her. She quickly wipes at her eye to stave off the threat of a tear. She places her hands carefully in her lap, looks to her friends, and waits.


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Arnama and Meep (Last Night):

The Hunt Begins

Arnama wrote:
"Alright, I'm not going to say the bastard doesn't deserve whatever you do to him, but please, be careful. He isn't worth your freedom nor your life."

Moon nods, ”Agreed. I’m going to confront him, not kill him. He may get bruised. Some of his offenses cannot go unanswered.”

Bathtime with Meep

Meep wrote:

Meep beams as Arnama's smile breaks into a grin. The little goblin turns around to Moon and holds out her hand.

"Hello! I am Meep! It's nice to meet you," she says excitedly.

Moon tries and fails to look serious as she shakes the goblin’s hand. ”Hello, Meep! My name is Moon and I am very pleased to meet you. I like the soap bubbles on your head.”

Arnama and Meep (This Morning):

Salsa wrote:
The distraught goblin sniffles into Arnama's shoulder as Moon walks into the room…

Moon almost grimaces. My first mistake as a ‘mother’ in less than a day. She sits down, and looks at them individually. ”I’m sorry - to you both. It was a long night and I hoped you would sleep in. Next time, Meep, I’ll tell you when I have to go out… and if you don’t want to sleep, you can come with me. I’m sorry, I made a mistake.”

Arnama wrote:
"Moon, I understand that you want to be able to support yourself and Meep, but you don't have to rush. This is house is big enough for the three of us and I don't know anyone that's going to let you or the others starve after what you have done. Don't be in such a hurry to shoulder the burden all by yourself. It's a bad habit of yours."

Moon sighs and nods, ”You’re right. But you and I are private people. We need our space. I’m worried about over-staying our welcome... with three of us here. I don’t want to impose on you when you’ve already done so much for me over the years. The other thing is… I’ve got to do something. If I stay still, I start thinking about what’s happened. I’m tired of feeling beaten and tired of thinking about feeling beaten. I’ll slow down once Meep has at least a change of clothes. She deserves a normal life as quickly as it can be provided. Meep’s whole life has been harder than my yesterday. If I can’t help me, I can try to help her. But I will, I’ll slow down. Just let me get through today.”

Agatha’s Shop

Agatha and Friends wrote:

"If you would, please follow me and we'll take some measurements," Agatha says. "We need them to make you some clothes," she adds when she sees Meep's confused look. "In fact, we should probably get Moon's as well."

"And I'll need to get some of your feet." Malvin grins when Meep gives him a questioning look. "Anislee and Dimira asked if I would. It's the least I can do after what you've done for me and my family. You helped save Anislee's life, and I'm grateful for that. Besides, I think you'll find these a lot more comfortable once you get used to them."

Moon smiles at all the ‘practice’ Meep is getting. Moon doesn’t get weepy at all the touching generosity, it would likely only confuse the goblin girl. While Meep’s attention is on Agatha, Moon lays her hand on her heart and mouths ‘thank you’ to the others, then says, ”Miss Agatha is measuring us so our clothes fit great. And Master Malvin will measure your feet for shoes. You can watch Miss Agatha measure me first so you see what happens. She’s very skilled, it won’t even tickle.” She ushers the young goblin into the back.


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She backs away from Betz and wipes a sleeve across her eyes… and looks at Grob. She takes a step forward and stops, then another, and stops. Her arms move like a hug is imminent and then she clasps her hands, unsure what to do. A lifetime of training wars in her head. For all that he had done for her, for the secrets they held, all they had shared, and what she felt now… a hug wasn’t adequate. But a Tien would never even consider a public display of any sort of amorous affection. It was beyond the pale. If he were walking out of a bawdy house with a willow world lady that had pleasured him all night… they wouldn’t dare kiss or even caress hands in any sort of intimate fashion. It was absolutely unthinkable. Not in public…. NEVER.

But she couldn’t slight him… and this was Avistan not Minkai… and Temue had effectively cut her off from her culture. She meets Grob’s eyes. This wasn’t how she expected it to happen – but it was what it was. Karma. With deliberate steps, she approaches the half-orc… and doesn’t stop. She presses her body against his. Her slender fingers touch his face then lace behind his neck. She pulls him down and kisses him. Her lips are strong and so is her desire judging by how hard she presses into him. She lets it last a long moment before releasing him. The kiss is a statement – far more than ‘thanks friend’ and somewhere less than ‘let’s get your pants off’.

She steps back flushed and unsure of herself. She can’t look at Betz or Maidie. If their looks were like a Tien’s - disapproving or disgusted - she would be crushed… and she’d been crushed enough in the last day.

She quickly gathers up a newly restored white under-kimono and a black kimono. Her words are rushed, ”Please excuse me for just one moment.” She flies into her former bedroom and closes the door. She emerges a couple minutes later, flush gone, hair put up and secured with her barrette, wearing her immaculate kimono, and looking poised. It takes her a moment but she manages to raise her eyes to meet her guests’. The events of the last day leave her looking worn, older… but some of her old fire is hinted at in her eyes.

She moves next to Meep, resting a hand on her shoulder. A semblance of a true smile returns. ”Forgive my manners. May I introduce Meep of Kassen to you.” She squeezes the goblin’s shoulder as a signal.


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She nods, taking in Maidie’s words… lip quivering, she bursts into a torrent of tears. She rushes Maidie and gives the wizard a bone-crushing hug whispering through her tears, Thank you. I cannot repay this great kindness. I’m sorry I haven’t been a good friend. She refuses to let Maidie go for some minutes as she sobs. The wizard’s shoulder is damp by the time she is done.

On releasing Maidie, she looks at Betz and explodes into yet more tears. Despite their height difference, Moon makes a long, hard hug work – even if she has to take a knee to do it. She knows what they say about her in town. Her voice is muffled against Betz’s face. Thank you and… I’m sorry if I was ever a ‘stuck-up Elven b!tch’ to you. I didn’t mean to be. I really didn’t.

Leaving a little time for reaction, if desired.


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As the noon hour approaches, Moon walks toward what was the Akechi home alongside Meep sporting bright ribbons in her plaited hair. The ranger had been practicing what to say, how to say it, and how to maintain her composure through what will be a very difficult gathering. Her plans evaporate when she sees the door standing open.

She rushes in to the house to find her three guests already in what was a nearly empty living room last night. Now, there are neat stacks of pristine clothes – her clothes. She looks across the array of kimonos, robes, dresses, chemises, tunics, and pants. It was a painstakingly thorough job. There is even a modest stack of her utilitarian Kassen-made underclothes. Moon blushes noting in that pile are a few eminently comfortable but scanty (by human standards) sets of elven silk panties and tops.

Along one wall are even some restored gifts from her mother and keepsakes from her childhood that look like new. She notes the rarest items are restored - carved elven toys from Kyonin and a set of tiny Tien wooden dolls dressed as a geisha, a fierce No actor, and a family.

Not when they fought Asar or his champions, or when they faced any of the numerous surprises during their quest, did the ranger ever look half as poleaxed as she does in this moment. Her eyes shoot between Maidie, Betz, and Grob. Hesitantly, she touches one of the simple kimonos to convince herself it is real. She steps back. ”Which… who thought of this?”


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Post 2 of 3. The next one won’t be coming immediately. Sorry.

Moon’s Morning:
With fortune seeming to smile on her in regards to selling her bow, sending her mother a letter, and getting a free meal as well as aid from Cyredar, Moon feels she is turning a corner and possibly karma or Desna are favoring her again.

At Dimira’s and Agatha’s generosity, Moon has to turn away to wipe her eyes. She grabs both women’s hands, her voice thick with emotion, ”I truly can’t thank you enough. I’ll get Meep right now. She’s been practicing her greetings and how to meet people and I would like to introduce her to you.”

Good as her word, Moon flies from the store to retrieve her ward.


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Jeez, Salsa! Did you manage any sleep around all that typing?

This should be post 1 of 3 (at a guess). I'll be firing them off at different points today. The final post will be unspoilered (sp?) and will feature Moon arriving to see what Maidie, Betz, and Grob have been up to.

Arnama, Meep, and Moon (Night Before):

Arnama wrote:
"Moon, I'm not going to pretend that I don't have a clue about why, you'd ask me that, but please, for your own sake, don't do anything rash. I'd hate to lose you because you did something dumb, if well deserved, to that snake."

Moon takes her mentor/friend’s hand. ”By Tien tradition, my father had the right to sell the house and Colbin every right to buy it. Good instinct but wrong quarry, Arnama. I’m after my father. His trail will go cold over the next months. I needed to know who might have an inkling of his plans in case I can’t find him… AND who in Kassen can be purchased with a little gold. I’m relieved it wasn’t my neighbors who could be bought so easily. There’s been enough damage here, I won’t cause more. Karma will take care of Colbin.”

********

Moon finds washing Meep a good distraction from her cares. Having seen Meep withdraw into herself earlier, she decides to tackle a few issues at once while Meep is in the tub. She begins the goblin girl’s education, ”I’m sorry, Meep, there are many things happening. It’s confusing. If you have questions, just ask, OK? You will be learning a lot for awhile and it will be hard to think. But we’re here to help you. For instance – washing. Washing your body, clothes, and ribbons is going to happen a lot. Different peoples have different rules. My people, the Tien, wash A LOT, at least once a day. Sometimes we just like to soak in a tub, even if we aren’t dirty. And sometimes we invite friends to bathe with us and we talk. Avistani people, like Arnama and Maidie, they usually only bathe when they are dirty. Bathing with other people is weird for them.”

”Every people have rules – how you greet folks and how you work with them. We’re going to teach you all these things so you can be a good person in town and people will like you. It’s important to say hello right. So, if you were meeting Arnama for the first time, she might hold out her hand and say ‘Hello, I am Arnama,’ You should look her in the eye, smile, take her hand for a little time and say, ‘I am Meep, good to meet you.’ And if you want to greet someone first, you can smile and say ‘Hello, I am Meep. Good to meet you.’ We’ll do this later a few times so you get good at it. Tomorrow, when we walk around town, we will introduce you to some people and you can practice greeting them. Also, we are going to get you some ‘town’ clothes. If you look like other people, you will become a part of the town faster.”

Salsa wrote:
By the time you've finished braiding her hair, Meep is fast asleep, mumbling something about her new brother and sisters in goblin.

Meep smiles and practices her rudimentary goblin in a whisper, Irqad sew, oħt iċ-ċkejkna.

Translation: ”Sleep good, little sister.”


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Akechi Rising & Grob:

Moon accepts the hairpin and ribbons with a sniffle and blinked back tears. She looks them over and smiles faintly, recalling days when her only worry was losing something so pretty. She sets the hairpin on her head and hands the ribbons back to Meep. ”These are ours, Meep. We share what we have. We’ll put them in your hair when we get to Arnama’s.” Besides, I feel too old for ribbons.

”Let’s go.” Moon walks out into the garden around the side of the house, shovel in hand, Meep and Arnama in tow. ”Akechi Temue would never dirty his hands with manual labor… so the garden was mine to work. He barely looked at it.” She stops by a small, sculpted and pruned tree hidden in the shadow of the house. ”Good. Still here. I don’t know where he got a seedling from Minkai, but I’ve been tending it since I was very young. The trick is frequent watering and shade because the roots are very shallow.” She angles the shovel carefully and drives it deeply into the soil below the tree. She levers it up. The tree with its mat of roots comes up, resting upon a wrapped oblong package.

Moon puts the spade aside along with the tree. She knocks the dirt off the package before unwrapping it. Below the layer of tied fabric is waxed paper and below that is a highly lacquered black box, clearly of Tien manufacture. The ranger breathes a sigh of relief. ”Temue did not believe I had a right to privacy. A dutiful daughter would agree… I did not.” She ties the fabric gently around the root-ball of the tree then places it on the box. She kicks the pile of dirt back into the hole and grabs the shovel along with the plant and box. She returns the neighbor’s shovel as they head towards Arnama’s home.

Moon stops briefly to regard her father’s house, not seeing the charging half-orc approaching from behind. She declares, ”If I had the money, I would buy back this house. Then I would invite the town to come. And - in front of everyone - I would burn it to the fu<king ground, bare my ass, and piss on the ashes.” She turns to continue walking towards Arnama’s house and whatever future she can build for herself... and finds Grob standing there.

She thinks fast, ”Meep and I would be delighted to accept your dinner invitation for tomorrow.”


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A little startled by the hug, Hawk appreciates it nonetheless, returning it hesitantly. ”You’re quite welcome!”

He watches the girl bound off, a portrait of joy. There seemed to him to be a particular and specific magic about the arts that was very different from spellcrafting. Part of it was the nature of existence, the lies we tell ourselves to keep the spectre of death at arm’s length. Someone steps in front of an arrow for you or uses a spell to save your life… You thank them and think “I would have died”. But over time you think, “well, maybe I would have but maybe not.”

Few people can live with the notion that our lives are wavering candles that can be snuffed out by an errant breeze. We push it aside, then minimize it, and then we forget.

But art can leave a lasting impression – whether it’s a poem that speaks to a bitter moment in our lives, or a song that makes us weep, or a squiggle of paint on a forearm that captures a moment when our world expanded. Art touches soul, at times.

Hawk cleans his paint pots and watches Shel furtively. If I had done something to avert harm from Shel, she’d remember it for six months, perhaps. But when Shel is celebrating her 70th birthday, surrounded by her grand-children and reminiscing about her life, she’s going to remember the first time she went from that small village to the big city, saw a Calistrian for the first, and might fondly recall a sunflower painted on her arm that captured how her life opened up in extraordinary ways.

Maybe that was the ‘magic’ in the arts. Casting magic profoundly changes the life of the caster, without doubt. But receiving the magic of the arts changes the life of the recipient. Shel Lupescu likely wouldn’t remember his name or face in the waning years of her life, many decades from now… but she might just remember that sunflower.

Hawk shakes the water out of his cleaned pots and needles, returning all his equipment to his backpack. He rolls up his folio and packs it as well. All things considered, thought Hawk watching the effervescent girl, I can live with that as a legacy.


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Akechi Rising:
Moon reads the letter silently, noting that It’s only virtue is brevity.

She looks at the goblin at her knee, relying on her, and rubs Meep’s back for a moment before re-reading the letter. She knows the text should hit her harder, but she is emotionally spent. All she can do is note, with cool precision, the glaring hypocrisies and the blatant cowardice.

’Sullied myself with foreigners’? This from the man who chose to move to Avistan then wedded and bedded an elf! Who ‘sullied’ himself?

’Show you that I have honor’? Where is yours, father? How is your belly unslit after sullying yourself for decades? Where is the honor in skulking away like a coward, afraid to face me? Is that what you also did coming here? Skulk away from Minkai like a kicked dog?

She pats Meep and offers a reassuring smile. ”The news is not as bad as it could be. In the other room there are bits of silks and other things. If there is anything you fancy or find pretty, take it. We will not be returning here again.” She shoos Meep into what was her bedroom, to sort through the wreckage of her life. If anyone can find a bit of delight in that pile of memories, it is Meep. It was one of the goblin’s many admirable traits.

Moon stands up and almost laughs. She had no home, true. But her father hadn’t also shackled her with a mountain of business debts which is what she feared most. Her slate was clean. She was homeless but she owed no one anything. She was free - from debt and familial obligation. Her only concern was providing for Meep and herself. She reads through a couple bits of Temue’s letter again.

I have no children… sold my home to pay for passage out of this gods-cursed town… Do not look for me.

Moon watches Meep and a vulpine smile crosses her face. That was a mistake ‘father’. You have broken our ties, so I am no longer obliged to respect your life or your wishes. If you’d taken any time to understand my training over the last years, you would know that a ranger finds her quarry. And, it was quite stupid to tell me your method of travel. You owe me a debt – a grave debt – and the account will be settled to my satisfaction. Run fast, run far, Akechi Temue. I will be coming.

Moon folds the letter carefully and pockets it. She waits still and patient for Arnama to return. When the ranger does, Moon offers her a look that is angry but calm, ”I have no home. But, my… Akechi Temue… was a competent enough business man that I have not inherited his debts – a small blessing. May I impose on you to allow us to stay with you tonight? I apologize for the inconvenience.” She takes the shovel, "There is one more task here, then we will be ready to leave."


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Moon nods at Grob's offer, but makes no commitment. "Thank you. We'll... try."

Moon at a Crossroads:

Moon pulls the letter from her pocket, stares at it, and considers. In a perfect world, she would handle this alone. If she raged, or wept, or screamed, or punched holes in the walls until her fists were bloody… it would be her own private moment. But Meep was glued to her and she couldn’t leave her alone with Arnama, a relative stranger. And she couldn’t have Meep see what she was likely to see without an understanding of the context. It wasn’t fair to Meep. It was a bitter pill but Moon swallowed it.

She crouches down to address the goblin directly. She tries to keep the hurt, unsuccessfully, from her voice. ”Meep, this is going to be a hard night. My father, my missier abandoned me while we were fighting in that tomb with you. In this letter, he will say mean things to me. Now, I have to read this letter and I have to visit my home to see what, if anything, he has left of the life I knew. I think there won’t be much. So, I am sad. I am hurt. I am angry. As mad as you saw me in that meeting… I will be MORE mad in a little while. I am going to be fine. And you are going to be fine. Arnama is my greatest friend and she is here for both of us. I have to do this thing and it is going to get ugly. But after tonight, I promise it will get better and we will be fine. You trusted me in the tomb, I need you to trust me now. OK?”


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Sorcerer 4 :: HP:24 | AC:18 ; T:13 ; FF:15 ; CMD:16/13 | Fort:+2 ; Ref:+4 ; Will:+7 | Init:+3 ; SM:+3 ; PER:+8 (Darkvision 10’, Low-Light)

Just recording the current ideation. Let me know if I got anything wrong.

Tattoo Crafting Rules

Size (base DC)
Small DC:5
Medium DC:10
Large DC:15

Complexity
Simple +0
Complex +5

Colors
1-2 colors +0
3+ colors +5

Other
Working quickly +5 (can’t Take 10 or Take 20)


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Half-Elf Ranger 3 :: HP:26 | AC:18 ; T:14 ; FF:14 ; CMD:20/16 | Fort:+4 ; Ref:+7 ; Will:+5 | Init:+3 (+5 total in forests) ; PER:+11 (Low Light Vision)

A shadow of a smile crosses Moon’s face at Betz and Grob sparring. It was good to see…

But it was the wrong day for Colbin to play the patronizing bully, victimizing Meep. Moon had had enough of that in her own life… and she had a letter to prove it. And this town elder had just snapped her last straw. So, she chews on his glare for as long as she can take it – and then she rises, full of barely checked anger, and addresses the room.

Despite the rage, her words are initially measured, ”We were taken by surprise in front of the crypt. Our tent was collapsed, people were trapped, others were hurt. Blades were falling. Arrows were flying. Some were panicking, others were trying to mount a defense. Maidie was unconscious, Betz was seriously wounded. And I couldn’t see Casina from where I stood but she was in trouble between a horde of undead and their leader, their ‘champion’.” She takes a breath. ”In that sh!tstorm, this little goblin with a rusty sword and no armor worth the name… rushed the platform, leapt in front of their champion, and swore he wouldn’t get past her to hurt any of us. She stood her ground and fought – for US. She gave us the time we needed to mount a defense and attack their champion. People in this village are very likely alive today because Meep did the bravest thing I’ve ever seen.”

She lets her anger show through, ”That’s a debt I can’t repay. That’s a debt this town can’t repay. But I can tell you what I will do. I, Akechi Moon, swear to keep Meep safe in Kassen. I pledge that – man or woman, young or old - anyone that tries to hurt this girl pays a heavy price.” She looks to the priest, ”I’m sorry, Father. But anyone that comes with a broken nose, jaw, or bones and says I did it… They’ll likely be speaking the truth and you’ll have a good idea why.”

Moon seethes for a moment longer, then sits down heavily, surprised by her own vehemence.

Holy sh!t! I'm unhinged.


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HP:12 | AC:16 ; T:11 ; FF:15 ; CMD:16/15 | Fort:+4 ; Ref:+3 ; Will:+2 | Init:+3 ; PER:+6 (Darkvision)

Shaggar listens, but does not contribute, to the conversation. Gnolls rarely bothered with blackmail. Such matters mostly exploded into violence where one party and their family were eviscerated and eaten... generally in that order. But there were exceptions.


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Half-Elf Ranger 3 :: HP:26 | AC:18 ; T:14 ; FF:14 ; CMD:20/16 | Fort:+4 ; Ref:+7 ; Will:+5 | Init:+3 (+5 total in forests) ; PER:+11 (Low Light Vision)

Before...

Moon goes cold at the title on the letter and the color of it. The only bright spot is - written in Minkaian - virtually no one in town can read it, sparing her that particular shame.

She takes the letter and tucks it into another pocket, far away from her heart and Arnama's letter. She'll read it when she's alone, the gist is painfully clear. As ever, her father was as subtle as a dagger to the chest.

She makes a short chopping motion to Arnama as her tears threaten to fall. "Don’t. Don't cry. Later, when there is time and privacy." Moon straightens her back, wills her own tears back, and plasters a weak smile on her face, ”We must celebrate this victory. Heartbreak is for another day."

No longer hungry, Moon takes up Grob’s plate and leaves hers on the table. She walks back to Grob and his mother, head held high. I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine. I’ll live. I’m not fine. She hands the heaving plate to Grob – heavy on meat, light on veggies. Then offers him a napkin and silverware.

While people eat and talk, Moon practices smiling, breathing, and willing her heart to be a stone. It is almost a relief when Maidie comes to gather them for the meeting.


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Half-Elf Ranger 3 :: HP:26 | AC:18 ; T:14 ; FF:14 ; CMD:20/16 | Fort:+4 ; Ref:+7 ; Will:+5 | Init:+3 (+5 total in forests) ; PER:+11 (Low Light Vision)

Moon tries to engage in the festivities but it is all so strange… the events of the last few days, sitting next to Grob, thinking about what might happen between them, being celebrated in a town that largely ignored her until now, noting (unsurprised) her father’s absence, considering the threat Kassen mentioned, and worrying about Meep who was even more of a wallflower than Moon herself. She smiles and speaks, trying to be more outgoing… but her mind can’t seem to hold a thought. She rises abruptly and kneels down in front of Grob’s mother, laying a hand gently on the blind-lady’s knee. ”Madam Ventar? I am Moon, daughter of Akechi Temue. May I get you something to eat or drink?”


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Half-Elf Ranger 3 :: HP:26 | AC:18 ; T:14 ; FF:14 ; CMD:20/16 | Fort:+4 ; Ref:+7 ; Will:+5 | Init:+3 (+5 total in forests) ; PER:+11 (Low Light Vision)

She laughs, "I'll try to be less dazzling... in public."


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Half-Elf Ranger 3 :: HP:26 | AC:18 ; T:14 ; FF:14 ; CMD:20/16 | Fort:+4 ; Ref:+7 ; Will:+5 | Init:+3 (+5 total in forests) ; PER:+11 (Low Light Vision)

Moon raises an eyebrow at Grob's vanishing tracks. The second time he goes off trail, she takes a minute to follow him to search for any trace of his passage.

Survival (Track): 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 10 + 2 = 25 Forest bonus

She gives him a smile, "I see that a game of 'Hide & Seek' with you will be very challenging. Of course..." She hitches a thumb behind her to indicate her own set of footprints that have also disappeared. "Don't expect I'm easy prey, either."

'Favored Terrain: Forest' for the tie! ;) But with trackless step, you've got me beat in any other terrain.


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Half-Elf Ranger 3 :: HP:26 | AC:18 ; T:14 ; FF:14 ; CMD:20/16 | Fort:+4 ; Ref:+7 ; Will:+5 | Init:+3 (+5 total in forests) ; PER:+11 (Low Light Vision)
Grob wrote:
"Even if it would be mildly entertaining to see her run for her life while you hunted her through the village square."

Moon smiles at the image and it mollifies her anger somewhat. She counters jokingly, ”I suggest a compromise… You pick out three girls. Two that you simply don’t like and the vile harpy. Then I will chase all three through town whipping them with a willow switch without knowing which one is the culprit. Everybody wins.”

Grob wrote:
"Her doing that really upsets you, huh?"

”Yes. You disrespect the person, you disrespect what is shared between you. If a man – no a boy – did that to me I would… I would break his plow. He would not be tilling any other fields without pain for quite some time.”


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Half-Elf Ranger 3 :: HP:26 | AC:18 ; T:14 ; FF:14 ; CMD:20/16 | Fort:+4 ; Ref:+7 ; Will:+5 | Init:+3 (+5 total in forests) ; PER:+11 (Low Light Vision)
Grob wrote:
"Damaged? You're just a different kind of whole being is all. Sides, I saw you fight. You are not damaged, but you are a major supplier OF damage to those that piss you off."

”Thanks. Arnama is a great teacher.” She blushes slightly and deflects the subject quickly. Damaged isn’t the right word perhaps.” She struggles to articulate her experience. ”Humans treat me like I’m exotic - a hothouse flower. Some elves see me like I have inherited a disease…” She slides into a tut-tutting imitation of a man’s voice, ”What a pity. Moon would have been a fine elf if only she hadn’t been afflicted with humanity.” She switches back to her own voice, ”And other elves – the worst ones – they act like they are the popular debutantes in town and I’m the bucktoothed girl with no tits.” She lets out an exasperated breath, ”I didn’t intend to go on like that. It’s just… frustrating… so I get why you said what you said.”

Grob wrote:
Grobradon snorts, "Oh GODS no! I mean, I'm supposed to honor nature and, to be plain, that is... just about as natural as it gets…”

”Oh, GOOD.” She quickly downplays her reaction, ”I mean it’s good that you value nature’s ways, it’s… it’s just good.”

Grob wrote:
”Well, there was this girl in the village who made me promise not to tell anyone we had been intimate.”

Shock, then anger, crosses the ranger’s face. She shakes her head. ”You don’t do that… not to anyone. Keeping an intimate moment private, I get. But hiding it like a guilty secret? NO. Don’t do anything or anyone you aren’t willing to own. Grob, just give me a little nudge when we see her. I’m gonna punch her in the…", she debates some very off-color but appropriate part parts to punch before settling on the least eyebrow-raising option, "...gut.”


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Half-Elf Ranger 3 :: HP:26 | AC:18 ; T:14 ; FF:14 ; CMD:20/16 | Fort:+4 ; Ref:+7 ; Will:+5 | Init:+3 (+5 total in forests) ; PER:+11 (Low Light Vision)
Grob wrote:
On the trip there, he apologizes to Moon, "Sorry about that stupid 'corruption' talk. Just for a moment I thought it was another 'orc blood is filthy' comment and I get tired of those, and I thought there was presuming against you as well. I need to get a thicker skin" He admits

Moon gives Grob a confused look for a long moment – the length of time it takes her to recall the comment. It felt like it had happened a lifetime ago. It takes her another moment longer to comment as she tries to recall if she’s ever heard Grob apologize to anyone for anything before. She’s pretty sure she hasn’t which means this is… significant. ”You don’t need to apologize, not to me. We don’t get treated kindly sometimes. I guess it’s different for you, though. Elves would never say my blood was tainted. They just look down on me – like I’m damaged – as if that is somehow nobler than calling me a half-breed to my face.”

She chuckles quietly, ”I’m a bit relieved, truth be spoken. For a time there, when you were talking about ‘corruption’, I thought you might be one of those holier-than-thou people who thinks laying with a girl is sinful and regrets it. You’re not… like that, right?” She glances at the half-orc, trying to measure his reaction, maybe hoping the scales tip in the right direction.


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Half-Elf Ranger 3 :: HP:26 | AC:18 ; T:14 ; FF:14 ; CMD:20/16 | Fort:+4 ; Ref:+7 ; Will:+5 | Init:+3 (+5 total in forests) ; PER:+11 (Low Light Vision)

*jaw drop* Those are hella boons!

Moon crouches down to regard the goblin. "You heard what Kassen said and you felt his presence - you are a hero, Meep. And heroes go where they want, especially if they have friends. Some townsfolk are going to need time to get used to you. Until they do, every one of us is going to look out for you. Now climb up on my back. No one gets to you without going through me."

She assists the goblin onto her back and starts walking.


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HP:12 | AC:16 ; T:11 ; FF:15 ; CMD:16/15 | Fort:+4 ; Ref:+3 ; Will:+2 | Init:+3 ; PER:+6 (Darkvision)

"I would comb my hair upstairs before a drink." You have a fleeting image of the wild-furred gnoll with a side-part or a horrible comb-over.


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HP:35 | AC:23 ; T:20 ; FF:23 ; CMD:26/26 | Fort:+5 ; Ref:+13 ; Will:+5 | Init:+5 ; PER:+12 (Low-light)

I already committed to opening the door, so I’ll live with the results…

Time seems to slow down… Ritti turns her head slowly at Torra’s warning even as the door cracks open. The thief’s look at the dwarf is a dawning realization that Torra is right. She was in too much of a hurry to find the captives. Her eyes shift to the door willing it to stop even as momentum carries it further open…


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Half-Elf Ranger 3 :: HP:26 | AC:18 ; T:14 ; FF:14 ; CMD:20/16 | Fort:+4 ; Ref:+7 ; Will:+5 | Init:+3 (+5 total in forests) ; PER:+11 (Low Light Vision)

This is why I take Combat Reflexes as soon as I possibly can! For the record, I’d like to point out that Moon did not taunt the BBEG and still got targeted. I think Asar is a racist and this is a racially motivated attack so I’ll be taking a +5/+5 on whooping his ass for the rest of the combat. :D

Round: 2

Moon realizes the problem with being big is you present a large target… which proves true as she is stabbed a couple of time. She counter-attacks with her blade and realizes another problem with being so large… your blows can be ponderous.

STAND: Attack GREEN

BOOM:

STAND: Elven Curve Blade (crit: 18-20/2x | S)
Mods: 2H, 2H PA, FE (Undead), Mega-Moon, DR Included
HIT: 1d20 + 6 - 1 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 6 - 1 + 2 + 2 = 11 | DAM: 2d8 + 6 + 3 + 2 - 5 ⇒ (6, 1) + 6 + 3 + 2 - 5 = 13

Status:
HP: 7 / 20 | AC:16 / T:12 / FF:13 | CMD:20/17
Arrows (20): xxxxx
Blunts (18): xxx
CLW (4): xxx

Enlarge Person = +2 STR, -2 DEX, -1 To HIT, -1 AC


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Half-Elf Ranger 3 :: HP:26 | AC:18 ; T:14 ; FF:14 ; CMD:20/16 | Fort:+4 ; Ref:+7 ; Will:+5 | Init:+3 (+5 total in forests) ; PER:+11 (Low Light Vision)

LOL! Let's get Casina in here. I want to see if an undead is capable of soiling itself. XD


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Half-Elf Ranger 3 :: HP:26 | AC:18 ; T:14 ; FF:14 ; CMD:20/16 | Fort:+4 ; Ref:+7 ; Will:+5 | Init:+3 (+5 total in forests) ; PER:+11 (Low Light Vision)

Moon sheathes her sword, moves to the other side of the pool and stands impassively, unarmed.

She shoots a quick glance at the half-orc. Corruption? What the... Is he a zealot? The type that beds a girl and then prays for forgiveness?


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HP:12 | AC:16 ; T:11 ; FF:15 ; CMD:16/15 | Fort:+4 ; Ref:+3 ; Will:+2 | Init:+3 ; PER:+6 (Darkvision)

The gnoll snorts derisively. "I am no knight. If lucky, my 'heroics' might earn me a kiss on the cheek, which would be an interesting first." He looks at the unconscious girl in his arms, then amends, "... but probably not." He heads for the stairs.


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LOOT HP:22 | AC:18 ; T:18 ; FF:12 ; CMD:22/16 (+2 vs grapple+) | Fort:+3 ; Ref:+8 ; Will:+3 | Init:+5 ; PER:+8 (+10 vs invisible/incorporeal) (Low-Light) SM:+10

Horn can take Ghostbane Dirge which definitely helps.


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HP:12 | AC:16 ; T:11 ; FF:15 ; CMD:16/15 | Fort:+4 ; Ref:+3 ; Will:+2 | Init:+3 ; PER:+6 (Darkvision)

The goblins were proving more evasive than Shaggar had expected and it sounded like the battle was going no easier for their comrades on the other side of the room. Time to switch tactics and be more gnollish. He didn’t relish showing his bestial nature. And there was a small fear in his heart that Kiley might not look at him the same way after this. But there was no time for niceties.

Slipping off the thin mask of civility, the gnoll emerges. Going for accuracy over power, Shaggar swings his axe poorly. The goblin easily dodges the blow. Then the gnoll lunges - neck rocketing forward - his fanged jaws snap at the goblin’s head, trying to crush the delicate skull.

FULL: Gnoll Attack on PINK

BOOM:

FULL: Greataxe + Secondary Bite

Greataxe (crit: 20/3x | S)
Mods: 2H
HIT: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7 | DAM: 1d12 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Secondary Bite (crit: 20/2x | P/B/S)
Mods: none
HIT: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 16 | DAM: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Had to look up the rules on this: Natural Attacks
Basically, it is treated differently than a two-weapon attack. The axe hits as normal. The bite takes a -5 penalty to hit and the damage bonus is halved.

Status:

HP: 11 / 12 | AC:16 / T:11 / FF:15 | CMD:16/15
Arrows (20):
Arisen (1): x

Effects:
Arisen - Die at -18 HP
1 Temp HP for 10 mins


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Half-Elf Ranger 3 :: HP:26 | AC:18 ; T:14 ; FF:14 ; CMD:20/16 | Fort:+4 ; Ref:+7 ; Will:+5 | Init:+3 (+5 total in forests) ; PER:+11 (Low Light Vision)

Moon lets out a sigh of relief as the dull ache of her combined injuries recedes under Grob’s touch. She is surprised at the off-handed and oddly-timed compliment, unsure which one is more flattering. Her cheeks redden a bit and she has to resist the impulse to touch her hair when he mentions it.

She’d seen girls in town preen when boys complimented them and she always thought it was incomprehensibly stupid… and now she caught herself almost reacting like some eyelash-batting, husband-hunting, ninny. Moon, you idiot!

”Thanks… Right. I’ll… start uh… apexing.” She turns to look for new enemies to target because conversing was more treacherous. I’m so dumb. Sooo dumb.

Status:
HP: 13 / 20 | AC:18 / T:14 / FF:14 | CMD:19/15

Arrows (20): xxxx
Blunts (18): xxx
CLW (3): xx


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The GM will now return to his sensory deprivation / hyperbaric oxygen chamber to decide upon the fate of the world.


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MelvinVorthos wrote:
I think I'd like to delay my level 3 feat (currently listed as Improved Initiative) so I can take Boon Companion at level 4, when I get an Animal Companion. Is that fine?

The consensus of opinion on the board and the strict RAW on that subject is you can't delay taking a feat. You could, however, take Improved Init at 3rd and then retrain it at 4th to Boon Companion. That said, the decision is up to the GM.


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Thanks for keeping the list of applicants, eriktd, it is appreciated!


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Half-Elf Ranger 3 :: HP:26 | AC:18 ; T:14 ; FF:14 ; CMD:20/16 | Fort:+4 ; Ref:+7 ; Will:+5 | Init:+3 (+5 total in forests) ; PER:+11 (Low Light Vision)

The ranger considers for a moment. "I'm OK. You may want to save your magic. I have a feeling this fight isn't close to over yet." Recalling the fight and getting rag-dolled, Moon's hand goes to her barrette. She feels for the carved flower... and lets out a relieved breath when she finds it intact and no worse for wear. Anislee has skills.

The personal matter taken care of, Moon gets back to the task of exploring the tomb. She tries to open the door quietly and peek in...

Twist o' Fate (low is bad): 1d20 ⇒ 15

Stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13 (+2 vs Undead)

Status:
HP: 14 / 20 | AC:18 / T:14 / FF:14 | CMD:19/15

Arrows (20): xx
Blunts (18):
CLW (3): xx


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The gesture is small but meaningful. Moon holds her hand and starts walking back to the statue room. "All we can do is try to be brave. And sometimes running away is the right thing to do. It can be smart, not cowardly. If there was a dragon in that room, I would have run VERY fast." She adds an afterthought. "And, yes, the dog is really gone. Next time you see a dog, run behind one of us."

Back in the statue room, Moon takes Meep and checks out the double doors at the far end, listening for anything behind them.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17 (+2 vs Undead)

Status:
HP: 9 / 20 | AC:18 / T:14 / FF:14 | CMD:19/15

Arrows (20): xx
Blunts (18):
CLW (3): xx


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Aasimar Cleric 17 | HP 105/105 | Init +4; Perc +21 (Darkvision) | TEMP AC 35 (T19 FF30) | CMD 27/23 CMB +13 | Fort +15 Ref +16 Will +23 (+2 vs charm/compulsion) | Resist: Acid/Cold/Electricity 5 Buffs: Ring of Force Shield

Guys, I sincerely apologize if my approach here is an epic fail.

Certain that the team can handle the elemental, Ariston concentrates on the ‘diplomatic’ efforts and addresses the fleeing vault keeper.

The cleric tries to set a tone of velvet glove poorly hiding an iron fist. ”Save your bravado. I have no appetite for intimidation or lies – either giving them or listening to them. Let me speak plainly. As soon as our business here is swiftly concluded, we will leave and not return. Further, the gate to our world will be shut. As for the… uh…’interlopers’, you have killed many, but perhaps not all. I didn’t bother counting them and I wasn’t keeping track of their movements. They are irrelevant to our mission. Will we hand any that have crossed to our world over to you? No. That is against my beliefs. However, I can guarantee they will not return to your territory. We will send them back to your plane far from here, if they choose to return at all. I hope that arrangement is satisfactory. Otherwise, you will be sending more of your people and minions to needless slaughter. Are we agreed?”

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (14) + 20 = 34


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Half-Elf Ranger 3 :: HP:26 | AC:18 ; T:14 ; FF:14 ; CMD:20/16 | Fort:+4 ; Ref:+7 ; Will:+5 | Init:+3 (+5 total in forests) ; PER:+11 (Low Light Vision)

I think it was payback for the Janderhoff joke! :D
HA! Jokes on them… I sheathed my sword so THIS time I won’t have to dig through corpses to find it again. :P

Moon has a moment to think of something poetic just before the side of a spear (the size of a small tree) rag-dolls her onto the wreckage of the first statue. Oh sh*t!

Stabilize CON Check vs DC:10: 1d20 + 0 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 0 - 2 = 4

Moon slips closer to Death's embrace...

Status:
HP: -3 / 20 | AC:18 / T:14 / FF:14 | CMD:19/15

Arrows (20): xx
Blunts (18):
CLW (3): x


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HP:12 | AC:16 ; T:11 ; FF:15 ; CMD:16/15 | Fort:+4 ; Ref:+3 ; Will:+2 | Init:+3 ; PER:+6 (Darkvision)

Shaggar chuffs, approving of his small companion’s moment of bloodthirstiness. Not to waste the advantage Kiley has given them, he charges three steps behind her, leaps over the spreading remains of the goblin, and brings his axe down on the wolf.

STAND: Charge Wolf!

BOOM:

STAND: Greataxe (crit: 20/3x | S)
Mods: 2H, 2H-Power Attack, Charge
HIT: 1d20 + 5 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 5 - 1 + 2 = 20 | DAM: 1d12 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 3 = 16

Status:

HP: 9 / 12 | AC:16 / T:11 / FF:15 | CMD:16/15
AC:14 due to Charge
Arrows (20):
Arisen (1):

Effects:
Arisen - Die at -18 HP


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Half-Elf Ranger 3 :: HP:26 | AC:18 ; T:14 ; FF:14 ; CMD:20/16 | Fort:+4 ; Ref:+7 ; Will:+5 | Init:+3 (+5 total in forests) ; PER:+11 (Low Light Vision)

You cold bastard! I can't believe I gave you my heart! I'm moving back in with my father! XD


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HP:35 | AC:23 ; T:20 ; FF:23 ; CMD:26/26 | Fort:+5 ; Ref:+13 ; Will:+5 | Init:+5 ; PER:+12 (Low-light)

In an improbable feat of dexterity, Ritti mounts the shoulder of the statue and reverses her position. Her upper body locks the statue’s sword arm, pulling it backwards. She throws a leg across the front of the statue’s neck and digs her other leg into the middle of the monster’s back. With a scream she flexes her core and leg muscles. She strains the statue backwards trying to either torque its head or arm off.

STAND: Maintain Grapple + do damage on GREEN
SWIFT: trigger Strangler

BOOM:
STAND: Maintain Grapple + Do Damage
SWIFT: Strangler triggering Debilitating Injury
CMB: 1d20 + 12 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 12 + 5 + 2 = 27 | DAM: 1d6 + 5 + 2 + 3d6 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 2 + (5, 3, 6) = 26 Inspire

Disorienting: The target becomes disoriented for 1 rnd:
–2 to Statue to HIT vs my allies
–4 to Statue to HIT vs Ritti

Guys, I think this will likely kill Green.

Status:
HP: 33 / 35 | AC:25 / T:20 / FF:25 | CMD:26/26 (28 Grapple) – AC +4
Stunning Fist (3):
Boots (1):
Shozoku (1):
Inspired (1):
Arrows (20): xxxx
Shuriken (5): xx
Shuriken Earthfire (3):
Thunderstone (1):

Effects:
Mage Armor – 1 hr


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Aasimar Cleric 17 | HP 105/105 | Init +4; Perc +21 (Darkvision) | TEMP AC 35 (T19 FF30) | CMD 27/23 CMB +13 | Fort +15 Ref +16 Will +23 (+2 vs charm/compulsion) | Resist: Acid/Cold/Electricity 5 Buffs: Ring of Force Shield

Trer, that... is... GENIUS.

Mira changes her looks at little, throws up a wall of force around Trer and a 'contender', Lazur runs the betting, and we have... Thunderdome!

Oh Gygax... I can't forgive him for never writing back to 10 year old me and the Flumph. No one should be forgiven for that. XD

Though, a stack of flumph with maple syrup is delicious.


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Aasimar Cleric 17 | HP 105/105 | Init +4; Perc +21 (Darkvision) | TEMP AC 35 (T19 FF30) | CMD 27/23 CMB +13 | Fort +15 Ref +16 Will +23 (+2 vs charm/compulsion) | Resist: Acid/Cold/Electricity 5 Buffs: Ring of Force Shield

Hey DQ,

I didn't think your question was addressed to me, which is why I didn't answer it initially. Please note, I am not a rules lawyer and I tend to shoot from the hip if the rules are not crystal clear to me or my players.

After a bit of a rules search and thread convos, things seem pretty nebulous on how the Ice Tomb works. If it acts as an object (Ice has 0 hardness and 3 HP/inch) then we can assume the monster is sealed in nearly 7" of ice. And the talk about not suffocating in the tomb tends to support the idea that you are literally 'walled in' with ice. Plus, it is called a Tomb, probably for a reason. :)

That to me seems to be the intent. The rest I think is a GM judgment call. Since physical damage is typically how you break an object... I personally would rule that any spell that delivers physical damage from a magical explosion would damage objects around it. I'd also weigh more heavily in that direction because Crystal Burst is a Supernatural not Spell-Like power. I tend to give supernaturals a little more leeway. And since the definition of Crystal Burst does not mention targeting creatures specifically (unlike say 'Diamond Spray'), I'm inclined to think it hits everything... so the boxes, the ice tomb, and the wall of stone.

But that is strictly my view on it.


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Half-Elf Ranger 3 :: HP:26 | AC:18 ; T:14 ; FF:14 ; CMD:20/16 | Fort:+4 ; Ref:+7 ; Will:+5 | Init:+3 (+5 total in forests) ; PER:+11 (Low Light Vision)
GM wrote:
If you could, when you enter the room, roll 1d6 and 1d20, please.

You got it.

Ever valiant, Moon shoves Maidie into the room first. KIDDING! :P

Moon makes a ‘bow’ sign to Meep then walks further into the room than the brave goblin. She’s got pluck, I may have to adopt her.

Stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20 (+2 vs Undead)

Rando d6: 1d6 ⇒ 3
Rando d20: 1d20 ⇒ 11

Status:
HP: 20 / 20 | AC:18 / T:14 / FF:14 | CMD:19/15
TEMP AC:16 due to Cleave

Arrows (20): xx
Blunts (18):

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