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SURPRISE ROUND
Montesquieu will take the lead and bravely come out of his invisibility as he launches a spell at the 2 cult leader.
"Have at thee, you foul fiends!" (Surprise Action - Glitterdust; Ikrimah makes the save, but is still covered in glittery sparkles)
ROUND 1
The floating wizard pulls what seems to be a smokestick from behind his back, igniting it and tossing it towards, Daxter, Montesquieu, and Hermes. The smoke billows out grey and greasy, obscuring the wizard, bard, and familiar from view. Quick as a flash, then then dives into the stinking mess himself, disappearing from view. (standard action to throw stick: hit AC 5 of square, success! 10' cube including Daxter, Montesquieu, and Hermes is now filled with smoke (treat as fog cloud); move action)
Faster than you have ever seen anyone move, the woman rushes at your group, laying down a blistering string of attacks on Adjo with her temple sword. (immediate action to move; full flurry on Adjo: ALL attacks miss)
COMBAT MAP (grey boxes are benches, yellow and black box are the hole looking down on the yellow sparring ring below; everything in the reddish-brown color is on your level, including the beams that cross above the sparring ring; also note that Daxter, Monte, Hermes and the wizard are currently obscured, see above)
Remaining Initiative:
Adjo 20
Ursus 20
Daxter 19
Montesquieu 13
Farouq 12
Garra 10
Aquila 9
Hermes 4
Takuma 4
EDIT: Corrected Zaafira's post

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Daxter reports what kinds of magic he senses on the cult leaders."Ignore the welp, he has too much magic protecting him! He has mirror images of himself and he looks displaced! His skin is also made of stone while he moves quick as though he is hasted! I will deal with this apprentice. The Dark Mother's b#&*% is also hasted and is protected by a shield of her faith. Kill her quickly."
Daxter while Invisible readies to disrupt the spellcasting of one of the leaders. He takes a chicken bone from his pouch and breaks it in half while muttering.
Ready Action - Boneshatter when one of them casts a spell.
Fort Save
DC 21
Damage
8d6 ⇒ (2, 2, 2, 4, 5, 1, 3, 2) = 21 damage and exhausted
Save for Half Damage and fatigued instead

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Aquila summons a Giant Eagle (AA3-Z4) and commands Garra to fly to Z6 and attack the woman.
Giant Eagle:
Claw
1d20 + 9 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 9 + 2 + 2 = 33
1d8 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 2 = 9
Claw
1d20 + 9 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 9 + 2 + 2 = 24
1d8 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 2 = 15
Bite
1d20 + 9 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 9 + 2 + 2 = 20
1d6 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 2 = 11
Garra:
Bite
1d20 + 10 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 10 + 2 + 1 = 20
1d4 + 1d6 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + (6) + 8 + 2 = 17

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Delaying until after Monte.
Step to Z6
Takuma's blade is in hand in an flash and in two he swings it in deadly blurring strokes. Serene poetry punctuates each blow from the semi-orc.
*
"Secrets fear the truth
Destruction can know no hope
Deception is wind"
Challenge Woman
1d20 + 18 ⇒ (5) + 18 = 23
1d10 + 20 + 1d6 ⇒ (9) + 20 + (1) = 30
1d20 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16
1d10 + 20 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 20 + (4) = 28
1d20 + 18 ⇒ (8) + 18 = 26
1d10 + 20 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 20 + (5) = 27

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Hermes as advised by his master knowing he cannot seriously hurt the enemy mage tries to wear down his defenses as best he can. He rams his frame into the more evil wizard.
Full Attack
Attack 1
1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25
1d3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 physical damage
1d6 ⇒ 5 electricity damage
20% Miss Chance High is good
1d100 ⇒ 75
Attack 2
1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25
1d3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 physical damage
1d6 ⇒ 2 electricity damage
20% Miss Chance High is good
1d100 ⇒ 78

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Farouq tries to dispel some of the buffs the woman has on her
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
And commands Adjo to rip her apart!
Adjo:
Bite
1d20 + 12 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 12 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 26
1d6 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15
Claw
1d20 + 12 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 12 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 26
1d4 + 13 ⇒ (1) + 13 = 14
Claw
1d20 + 12 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 12 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 28
1d4 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17
If the bit hits Adjo tries to get a grip
1d20 + 10 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 10 + 4 = 15

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Ursus's form shifts and changes as he stomps his way up the sword-wielding woman.
"No more of that", the bestial Ulfen growls. "This ends, here!"
Move to AA6, Rage, Focus, Grapple
7 Strength
2 Imp Grapple
2 Greater Grapple
1 WF Grapple
2 Ioun Stone
3 Enhancement
1 Haste
2 Inspire
4 Focus
1d20 + 32 ⇒ (6) + 32 = 38

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ROUND 1 CONTINUES
(Adjo delays)
(Ursus delays)
Daxter reports what kinds of magic he senses on the cult leaders."Ignore the welp, he has too much magic protecting him! He has mirror images of himself and he looks displaced! His skin is also made of stone while he moves quick as though he is hasted! I will deal with this apprentice. The Dark Mother's b!!*& is also hasted and is protected by a shield of her faith. Kill her quickly." Daxter while invisible readies to disrupt the spellcasting of one of the leaders. He takes a chicken bone from his pouch and breaks it in half while muttering
(Ready Action - Boneshatter when one of them casts a spell: Fort Save DC 21; Damage: 8d6 ⇒ (2, 2, 2, 4, 5, 1, 3, 2) = 21 damage and exhausted; Save for Half Damage and fatigued instead)
Montesquieu steps out of the fog and start a story about a band of cultists laid low by a ragtag group of adventurers. Sounds familiar to all of you. He will also quicken his ally's actions with haste.
(Free - 5 foot into Z9; Move Action - Inspire Courage; Standard Action - Haste)
Ursus's form shifts and changes as he stomps his way up the sword-wielding woman. "No more of that", the bestial Ulfen growls. "This ends, here!" As he tries to grab her, however, his hands simply cannot find a purchase on her anywhere. It's not that she is slippery, it's as if she has no surface friction at all.
(Reinsert; Move to AA6, Rage, Focus, Grapple check autofails; Knowledge arcana check to identify this spell effect)
Farouq tries to dispel some of the buffs the woman has on her. (Caster level check 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24, success!)
(Adjo reinserts and attacks: Bite (9) + 12 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 26, hit! Damage (2) + 13 = 15; Claw1 (9) + 12 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 26, hit! Damage 1d4 + 13 ⇒ (1) + 13 = 14; Claw2 (11) + 12 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 28, hit! Damage (4) + 13 = 17; Grapple (1) + 10 + 4 = 15, autofail; hasted bite (2) + 12 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 19, miss)
(Garra delays)
Aquila summons a Giant Eagle (AA3-Z4) and commands Garra to fly to Z6 and attack the woman.
(Summoned eagle full attack: Claw1 (20) autohit! Confirmation (11) + 9 + 2 + 2 = 24, crit confirmed; damage (1) + 6 + 2 = 9 plus (1) + 6 + 2 = 9; Claw2 (11) + 9 + 2 + 2 = 24, hit! Damage (7) + 6 + 2 = 15; Bite
(7) + 9 + 2 + 2 = 20, miss)
Garra reinserts, moves and attacks: (7) + 10 + 2 + 1 = 20, miss
Hermes as advised by his master knowing he cannot seriously hurt the enemy mage tries to wear down his defenses as best he can. He rams his frame into the more evil wizard. (All attacks miss)
Takuma's blade is in hand in a flash and in two he swings it in deadly blurring strokes. Serene poetry punctuates each blow from the semi-orc.
"Secrets fear the truth
Destruction can know no hope
Deception is wind"
(Challenge Woman; attack1 (5) + 18 + 2 flank = 25, hit! Damage (9) + 20 = 29; attack2 (3) + 13 = 16, miss; attack3 (8) + 18 = 26, hit! Damage (2) + 20 = 22; note that the electricity did not damage her)
ROUND 2
Ikrimah delays
The woman Deepti seems to be on her last legs. He shrieks in frustration, have miscalculated the power of the forces against her, and does a tactical retreat, dodging through the legs of the summoned eagle and down the steps behind him, out of sight. (Withdraw; successful Acrobatics check to move through the summoned Giant Eagle's square)
The wizard Ikrimah floats over and unleashes a flurry of unarmed strikes against Daxter. (full flurry attack1 hits AC 24, hit! Miss chance 26, Damage 12; attack2 hits AC 34, hit! Miss chance 87, Damage 9; attack3 hits AC 34, hit! Miss chance 61, Damage 10; attack4 hits AC 32, hit! Miss chance 78, damage 9; attack5 hits AC 29, hit! Miss chance 97, damage 12; total damage on Daxter = 52)
Remaining initiative:
Daxter
Montesquieu
Ursus
Farouq
Adjo
Aquila
Summoned Giant Eagle
Garra
Hermes
Takuma

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Monte will delay for Farouq to get rid of the Displacement.
Montesquieu attempts to come to the aid of the party wizard and lashes out into the cloud. Hoping to get past all the magic the enemy has up.
Attack 1
1d20 + 14 ⇒ (12) + 14 = 26
1d4 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10 damage
Miss Chance for Fog Cloud(High is Good)
1d100 ⇒ 74
Mirror Image(1 is him)
1d6 ⇒ 2
Attack (Hasted)
1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29
1d4 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 damage
Miss Chance for Fog Cloud(High is Good)
1d100 ⇒ 8
Mirror Image(1 is him)
1d5 ⇒ 4
Attack - Iterative
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
1d4 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 damage
Miss Chance for Fog Cloud(High is Good)
1d100 ⇒ 70
Mirror Image(1 is him)
1d5 ⇒ 2

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Aquila will cure moderdate wounds Daxter
2d8 + 8 ⇒ (7, 2) + 8 = 17
He'll command Garra to chase down the woman.
(Can the bird with 110 flyspeed overtake her in a single move? If so she will, so either Ursus or Takuma can flank her)
Attack
1d20 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 20
1d4 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

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Ursus growls in frustration as the cultist leader proves magically impervious to his steely grip.
Needing no encouragement from his semi-orc ally Ursus bounds after the woman, his frame so bestial in shape he almost lopes on all four limbs.
Double Move. If Ursus or Takuma can, one of them will move past her to flank her - Takuma preferably since his AC is better.

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The Giant Eagle flies to AA12 and attacks the wizard.
1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22
1d8 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
1d100 ⇒ 36 miss chance
1d5 ⇒ 5 1 is him

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Changing actions.
Hearing the roar of victory from Ursus and Adjo below, Takuma turns to the blue-skinned wizard harrying Daxter. He closes on him, sparking blade held low.
Challenge
"Pawns of the Mother
Your filth stains this land too long
My blade comes to cleanse"
Seeing the wizard clothed in magical illusion the noble semi-orc closes his eyes and turns his trust to his other four senses. Just as his sensei had taught him Takuma pushed aside all distraction and focused: the rustling of cloth, the acrid taste of sweat and fear.
To a samurai vision was a luxury - not a necessity.
Blind-Fight! High is good.
"Die Sumafu!"
1d20 + 20 ⇒ (8) + 20 = 28
1d100 ⇒ 34
1d100 ⇒ 84
1d10 + 20 + 1d6 ⇒ (10) + 20 + (4) = 34

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ROUND 2 CONTINUED
(Daxter withdraws)
(Montesquieu delays)
(Ursus double moves 100' to set up flank)
Farouq's spell causes Hermes and Ikrimah to light up as if thousands of fireflies had landed on him.
Adjo jumps down to the bottom floor, quickly spotting the fleeing Vudrani woman in the corner. Bounding towards he, he bites down hard on her neck, feeling it break beneath his powerful jaws. (Move, crit, end of that combat)
(Aquila moves to Daxter and cures him of some damage)
Summoned Giant Eagle moves and misses.
Garra moves into flank with giant eagle and misses.
Hermes withdraws to be next to Daxter
Takuma moves and attacks but misses
ROUND 3
The wizard lashes out against the magical eagle, dispatching him back to the ether realms with two quick punches. He then turns his attentions to the semi-orc.
(Full attack first on the eagle, then on Takuma, who is pummeled for 15 hp of damage)

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"Honor you do not deserve demon!", the semi-orc says.
"But I accept your challenge".
The Samurai keeps his eyes closed and unleashes a flurry of attacks.
1d20 + 18 ⇒ (2) + 18 = 20
High is good again
1d100 ⇒ 3
1d100 ⇒ 20
1d10 + 20 ⇒ (6) + 20 = 26
1d20 + 18 ⇒ (17) + 18 = 35
1d100 ⇒ 94
1d100 ⇒ 33
1d10 + 20 ⇒ (8) + 20 = 28
1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28
1d100 ⇒ 87
1d100 ⇒ 75
1d10 + 20 ⇒ (7) + 20 = 27

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Monte: Moves next to Daxter and draws his wand of CLW.
Daxter: Draws and drinks a potion of CMW.
2d8 + 3 ⇒ (5, 7) + 3 = 15
Ursus sniff's the dead woman's body once. The smell of losing bowels confirms her fate. He bounds back up the stairs drawing a scroll from his pack as he does.
End Rage. Round 1 of Fatigue. Move action back up. Draw scroll.

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After hearing the conversation between the samurai and the blue man, Daxter almost chokes on the potion he is drinking."Are you an idiot, Takuma? He will not honor your duel, and you will die. Not with honor or pride. You will die a fool if you do this. I for one, will not stand by and let you die due to your lack of common sense." He says, clearly refusing to agree to the terms of a duel. He knows a one sided deal when he sees it. He has made a few in his time of course.

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"Honor you do not deserve demon!", the semi-orc says.
"But I accept your challenge".
The Samurai keeps his eyes closed and unleashes a flurry of attacks.
The first of the attacks goes wide, as Takuma's sensitive ears do not pick up the wizard's correct position. The second attack, however, strikes true, tearing a long gash across the blue man's tunic, which quickly fills with blood. The half-orc's third attack looks as if it will connect, but is deftly avoided at the last minute.
ROUND 4
Ikrimah attacks the samurai with his flurry, and lands two solid hits, but nothing the semi-orc can't take. "You are an honorable creature, orc," the blue man speaks in Common, "but my death will come at a cost." (Full flurry attack: attack1 with Stunning Fist crits! Damage 19, plus Takuma must make a Fort save: 5 + 10 = 15; use resolve point to roll again: 7 + 10 = 17, use faction reroll 18 + 10 = success! attack2 crits! Damage 22 hp; attack3 hits AC 22, miss; attack4 hits AC 27, miss; attack5 hits AC 30, miss; Total damage: 31)

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Takuma spits a gobbet of blood but does not lower his blade.
"Daxter-san you dishonor us all! Stay your sorcery until this is finished. A samurai knows the risk he takes whenever he lifts his blade".
Holding his flashing katana overhead the semi-Orc brings it down in three swift strokes.
High is good still.
1d20 + 18 ⇒ (16) + 18 = 34
1d100 ⇒ 62
1d100 ⇒ 18
1d20 + 20 ⇒ (9) + 20 = 29
1d20 + 18 ⇒ (13) + 18 = 31
1d100 ⇒ 61
1d100 ⇒ 69
1d20 + 20 ⇒ (6) + 20 = 26
1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22
1d100 ⇒ 51
1d100 ⇒ 99
1d20 + 20 ⇒ (19) + 20 = 39

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"You all are willing to let Takuma die? For what? A duel where he is clearly outmatched?" He says deriding his allies for their lack of concern.
Dispel Magic #1 of 3
1d20 + 8
The spell fizzles as it fails to overcome the Vudrani mage's magical defenses. "Ah, treachery so soon!" he speaks, blinking the sweat from his eyes. "Dhalavei reveals herself in your friends corrupt actions, ronin! Perhaps you and I are not so different after all, hmm?" He chuckles slightly to himself.

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"You have no right to speak. You pick on the weak and the helpless. Torturing them before you murder them. Their spirits walk the world never able to rest because of you. To top it off, you take advantage of the poor fool's misguided sense of honor. There is no risk for you to duel him. You have your most powerful magics to protect you. All the semiorc has is his katana and his heart. I am just trying to make it a fair fight."

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Ursus watches in awe as the semi-Orc dodges deftly despite being denied denying himself his vision.
When Daxter interferes the big Ulfen is visibly disappointed and
considers holding him back but decides against it. The young wizard would have to learn the meaning of honor eventually.
"Dax, you may think we are all just meatheads but this something he has to do. A warrior can't turn down a challenge like that. Give them their space".
Delay. Fatigue round 2/4.

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Takuma spits a gobbet of blood but does not lower his blade.
"Daxter-san you dishonor us all! Stay your sorcery until this is finished. A samurai knows the risk he takes whenever he lifts his blade".
Holding his flashing katana overhead the semi-Orc brings it down in three swift strokes.
Two more swift cuts penetrate Ikrimah's defenses, one across the left leg, the other just under the left ear. Both bleed profusely, but the mage seems almost oblivious to the pain. (Two attacks hit, both do 21 points of damage)
ROUND 5
The mage seems distracted by Daxter's comments, and as a result none of his blows are able to seriously injure Takuma. "What do you know of what the people want? They hunger for justice, yet are given none. Their lives are made pointless by the acts of the corrupt Thakur and his toadies. At least we give their final moments some meaning. Their deaths become a sacrifice to her who is most holy, she who sees all, and who understands life's ultimate purpose: entropy and rebirth!" (attack1 misses; attack2 misses; attack3 misses; attack4 misses; attack5 misses)

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Ursus watches in awe as the semi-Orc dodges deftly despite being denied denying himself his vision.
When Daxter interferes the big Ulfen is visibly disappointed and
considers holding him back but decides against it. The young wizard would have to learn the meaning of honor eventually.
"Dax, you may think we are all just meatheads but this something he has to do. A warrior can't turn down a challenge like that. Give them their space".
Delay. Fatigue round 2/4.
"Yes he can. When he dies here, it will be pointless. Even you are smart enough to realize that. There will be no honor in his death."

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Takuma's foe may be distracted but the disciplined samurai was not. Drawing his blade behind him for a moment he lashes out with three blinding strokes.
"He is not your foe. I am. Fight me demon!"
High is good still.
1d20 + 18 ⇒ (18) + 18 = 36
1d100 ⇒ 44
1d100 ⇒ 22
1d10 + 20 ⇒ (7) + 20 = 27
1d20 + 18 ⇒ (14) + 18 = 32
1d100 ⇒ 60
1d100 ⇒ 10
1d10 + 20 ⇒ (1) + 20 = 21
1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25
1d100 ⇒ 20
1d100 ⇒ 75
1d10 + 20 ⇒ (3) + 20 = 23

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Ursus continues watching his semi-orc ally and the evil wizard duel. With each blow he clutches the scroll in his meaty grip tighter.
Delay. Fatigue round 3/4.

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Takuma's foe may be distracted but the disciplined samurai was not. Drawing his blade behind him for a moment he lashes out with three blinding strokes.
"He is not your foe. I am. Fight me demon!"
Only one of Takuma's attacks strikes true, even though the mage tried to parry it with his bare fists. He grunts loudly and spits up some blood.
ROUND 6
"I am not your foe, ronin. You are a servant without a master. What purpose does your life truly have?" Ikrimah seems to be getting weaker, as none of his attacks are able to hurt the resilient half-orc. (attack1 misses; attack2 misses; attack3 misses; attack4 hits for 7 hp; attack5 misses)

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"I have a master. His name is honor and justice and he has deemed you and your kind unworthy of haunting these lands any longer. My purpose? To slay monsters like you!", the semi-orc shouts.
High is good still.
1d20 + 18 ⇒ (18) + 18 = 36
1d100 ⇒ 3
1d100 ⇒ 97
1d10 + 20 ⇒ (2) + 20 = 22
1d20 + 18 ⇒ (9) + 18 = 27
1d100 ⇒ 41
1d100 ⇒ 66
1d10 + 20 ⇒ (8) + 20 = 28
1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26
1d100 ⇒ 53
1d100 ⇒ 8
1d10 + 20 ⇒ (1) + 20 = 21

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"I have a master. His name is honor and justice and he has deemed you and your kind unworthy of haunting these lands any longer. My purpose? To slay monsters like you!", the semi-orc shouts.
Takuma is able to land another solid blow on the mage, who winces in pain. Suddenly Ikrimah's entire body seems to shrink, growing much less toned and powerful in appearance. He looks down at himself for a second, then chuckles. "Well, it has been nice, friends. Tell the Thakur he is safe ... for now. Perhaps you Inner Sea folk are not as weak as we are lead to believe. But now I must GO HOME!" He quickly steps back and with his two last words, disappears from view. (5' step; cast spell; Spellcraft to ID)

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=(
Just for posterity's sake.
High is good still.
1d20 + 18 ⇒ (16) + 18 = 34
1d100 ⇒ 21
1d100 ⇒ 2
1d10 + 20 ⇒ (2) + 20 = 22
1d20 + 18 ⇒ (14) + 18 = 32
1d100 ⇒ 7
1d100 ⇒ 82
1d10 + 20 ⇒ (2) + 20 = 22
1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32
1d100 ⇒ 26
1d100 ⇒ 98
1d10 + 20 ⇒ (5) + 20 = 25
1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33
1d10 + 20 ⇒ (7) + 20 = 27
Damn you magical escape.

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"Takuma won!"
Here have some healing
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

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The big Ulfen hoots and cheers at the samurai's victory. Stowing the unused scroll Ursus rushes to the battered semi-orc's side and lifts him in a bone-crunching bear hug. A wide toothy grin is spread across his bearded face.
"I never doubted you for a moment!", he howls.