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Reflex: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
Atronia narrowly manages to dodge the icy breath as she focuses on her target. She steps right back in once the ice is gone and attempts to wound the dragon.
attack, greatsword, rage: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
damage, greatsword, rage: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (5, 2) + 7 = 14

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(I assume the cold resistance the fey gave us is DR 5? meaning I only took 2hp of cold dmg?
Cold resist 2, so 5 cold dmg.

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"Whoa! Incoming!"
Reflex, DC14: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18 7/2 => 3 - 2 (cold resist) => 1 damage
"We... still need to spread out better. That was too many of us."

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Reflex Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Naruda is caught completely off-guard and takes the full brunt of the dragon's breath. She screams in pain, but manages to regain her concentration long enough to fire a frosty ray of her own at the kobold down below.
As a swift action she is going to activate Invoke Patron
At 1st level, an invoker can invite spirits associated with her patron’s themes into her body and mind as a swift action. This functions like a hunter’s animal focus, except she emulates facets of her patron, chosen from the list below. The invoker can use this ability for a number of minutes per day equal to her level; this duration need not be consecutive, but it must be spent in 1-minute increments.
Decisions: The invoker gains a +2 enhancement bonus to Dexterity. This bonus increases to +4 at 8th level and +6 at 16th level.
Ray of Frost: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 201d3 ⇒ 3
Naruda also steps back and draws her dagger.

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Damage is always rounded up unfortunately. Also we're so close to the end so i'm going to push us!
Atronia swings hard, but misses the dragon as he hovers just out of her reach.
Naruda fires a ray of frost at the kobold the injures him slightly.
Meanwhile, the kobold continue their puny assault through pebbles!
Sling vs Makon: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18B: 1d3 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0 Min 1 dmg
Sling vs Naruda: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20B: 1d3 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2
Combat Round 2/3
Conditions: Inspire Rage!
Makon -12, Wilen -2
Giant wyrmling white dragon -25
Naruda -2, Ayla, Atronia (irage!) -2
Kobolds Blue (unconscious) Red -11(Unconscious) Black -3
Shiv

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Ayla reloads her crossbow and changes targets, taking aim at the white dragon hovering in the skies above.
"Open wide!"
Ranged Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Piercing Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6
"Hey! Quit moving!" she exclaims as her bolt misses.

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Shiv moves up again to get a clear shot, draws a bead on the dragon once more and fires.
smite evil attack roll: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22
smite evil damage roll: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Had to get close and provoke an AoO to avoid all the soft cover... AC vs dragon is 19.

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Wilen pulls out one of his bombs and configures it to not blast Atronia in the face.
Precise bombs: exclude lowest row of squares and two cardinal sides (5 total; top row remains, in addition to direct hit).
throw bomb vs touch AC, into melee: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 7 - 4 = 4
if it misses lands...: 1d8 ⇒ 6 => behind dragon, upper-right square. no splash damage per exclusions.
Wilen curses as the bomb arcs too wide. "Better far and wide than in your face, Atronia!" He's not sure she'll appreciate the silver lining with the dragon still in her face.

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Ayla doesn't have much luck with the rapier, and stabs empty spaces.
Shivalier scurries around the wyrmling and manages to avoid his reach for the moment. Calling once more upon divine intervention, he smites the dragon and slays it with an arrow! Dragon down!
AoO: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Wilen can retcon, and Makon is up!

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so kind you are, GM, to let me ditch that roll :D
As the dragon goes down, Wilen turns his focus to one of the remaining kobolds.
"It's all downhill from here!"
throw bomb vs touch AC, at black: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
if it misses lands...: 1d8 ⇒ 6 => upper right from kobold, with no Precise Bombs exclusions he would take splash damage
bomb damage, point blank: 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 1 = 5 fire
bomb splash: 1 + 3 = 4 fire; DC13 reflex save for half
"Ayla, you really have to embellish the dragon fight in your book. This one must've not slept well last night."

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"Ha!" Ayla laughs. "Way ahead of you, pal!"

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*****OVERSEER ANNOUNCEMENT*****
With the dragons defeated and their kobolds fleeing, the Pathfinders assemble in the deep cave. With her phantom Anok in tow, Medda approaches the frozen column and brushes away the outer layer of frost. Frozen within the column is a dwarven woman in steel armor, her body torn as if by immense claws. With her hand pressed against the ice, Medda pleads. “Ivvora, I have found you. Now what? Vildeis said to find you and that you would help me, but how can we help you in this state?”
“You look to me when you should look to the evil that stalks our homeland. It is not I who needs help,” declares a voice that is both sweet as music and powerful as a thunderstorm. The frost melts away from the column, revealing dozens of clear facets that dribble melt water as if from open wounds. The image of a wounded angelic figure reflects in each facet, simultaneously warming the chamber and judging all that the angel sees. “As you can see, I serve Vildeis more directly than before.” The images look to Anok. “I see you took your oath seriously, Anok. I was wrong to have doubted your conviction. How are our people?”
The red phantom’s hue turns rosier as he looks to Medda and responds, “You would be proud.”
With a nod, the angel addresses everyone at once. “Then why do you seek me?”
“Eshimka has returned,” Medda announces. “We fought off the horror once, but it shall return at the next solstice.”
The angel’s eyes flare with righteous fire. “Then you will need a weapon to defeat it, as I had. Vildeis granted me the blade that I gave your people, but only after I thought I had given everything to vanquish my greatest foe. Even now I can sense evil has returned to that land, far to the south in a forest where the Whispering Tyrant’s legions once ruled. Show our patron Vildeis the same dedication that I did, and I shall ask that she equip you in the same way.” With that, the angelic images fade from the melting column.
Medda addresses the gathered Pathfinders. “I believe I know the forests Ivvora mentioned. You have already done so much, Pathfinders, but I invite you to help more. After I give Ivvora the burial she deserves, I will set forth with all who are able and willing for the Fangwood.”
This is the end of Part B of The Solstice Scar. Stay tuned for Part C, coming soon to a table near you! Thank you everyone for playing, and especially to table GMs (and our intrepid backup GMs!) for all your hard work.

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Makon draws power from his own furry moving closer to his kobold adversaries while drawing and throwing a javalin at the nearest one. javalin: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24dmg: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5( fast healing brings Makon to -11 hp dmg out of 23 raging hp leaving him with 12 hp... also could someone move Makon to within 30’ of one of the kobolds? Makon’s movement is 40’ so it shouldn’t be a problem... thx in advance) confirm crit: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22dmg: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

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Naruda presses her hand to her wounded side and stumbles towards her team mates and the slain dragon.
"It is strange that such a small thing could be so much trouble, but we survived and we are victorious. Long live the Pathfinders!"
Thank you for GMing!

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Standing amid the wreckage of a dragon's den, Ayla smiles.
"This is going to make the best book!"

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"I'll look forward to reading it, Ayla!" Atronia replies with a broad grin on her face. She bows to the whole group. "It was a pleasure working with you all. With this, we must soon part ways, but I hope we meet again, and wish you adventures worthy of the greatest stories."