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confusion: 1d100 ⇒ 39
Vala babbles incoherently
"... (laughs) badger... f'ing huge.. that sucker... we got him good .. (laughs) Poor Jokul. "

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Yon hits for full damage. Robin misses no flank, no inspire
The party comes out of their confusions to see the mouther swallow Robin into its mass!
grapple, damage, engulf: 1d20 + 7 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 7 + 5 = 18 success vs cmd 17
damage: 7d4 ⇒ (3, 3, 4, 2, 3, 2, 2) = 19
And 3 con damage.
Robin is sucked into the aweful mass. Many mouths latch onto him, and his head lands in soft fur.
The creature then emits a terrible screech again.
robin will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
spyridon will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
vala will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Only Spyridon is confused this turn. roll d100 on the confusion table at the start of your turn.
botting per request: Agriver swings again for the beast.
greatsword, pa: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (12) + 6 - 1 = 17
But misses again.
Party Effects
Light sources: Yon, Agriver
Initiative Round 3-4 Bold may act
Robin -27hp, -5 wis damage, -3con damage, engulfed
Gibbering Mouther -36hp
Agriver -1hp, -2 dex damage, -1 wis damage
Vala -6 wis damage
Yon -1 con damage
Spyridon -6hp, -3 wis damage, confused

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"BLRFSTFS!" yells Robin, as dozens of mouths are in him. "RBDD!" when he notices the soft fur. He drops his mace, since that won't help him in here, and draws his cold iron dagger. He frantically stabs and slashes, hoping to get lucky and cut his way out.
cutting from the inside: 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 6 - 2 = 13 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

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The party sees the creature's flesh burst open, spilling Robin and Rboud onto the floor before the creature closes up the wound immediately.

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"Ow." says Robin... anti-climatically. "JUSTICE?!"

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Spyridon, shaking his head clear again, reaches for his morningstar...
Confusion: 1d100 ⇒ 15
...drawing it as he moves up to the beast and bringing it down hard against the stone.
Morningstar: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Damage: 1d8 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7

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"Damn it, Aggie! Use your flail! Your sword is almost useless against this thing!!" Robin yells as he is tottering there, on the floor.
"Justice?" he mutters

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"Keep at it friends - that creature surely can't enjoy the taste of our ranger!" says Agriver chuckling. "Now if only I could hit it again....."

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"I hope not... why did I take a bath this month?"

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Unprepared to lose two family members, Yon appears to be ready to tear this creature apart, but only if you look in his eyes. Which the gibbering horror does, and as it sees this it shrinks, or undulates but in a way that Yon takes to mean it's scared. Very scared.
Melee quarterstaff +3 (1d6+1)
Atk +3: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
Dmg +1: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
And scared it should be! Yon's staff slaps the side of the horror with a sticky-wet sound that also seems to resound like a bell.

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Unprepared to meet his fate, Robin grabs for Rboud, wrapping around the she-wolf, trying to protect her even though he is sure she has left for the Boneyard already. He sees the pain and hatred in Yon's eyes, and gives a little smile as he cringes for the pain that is yet to come. "I'll be with you, soon, Rboud. You always were a good wolf..."

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In a moment of true rage any barbarian would be proud of.. Yon delivers a crushing blow and felled the beast.
Sadly, Robin does find Rboud's body to be lifeless...

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"You mean... I... lived?" The surly ranger stays down, holding Rboud, trying to clean any of the vileness left by the foul think that killed her. His body is shaking, as he forgets, for once, to cover his emotions. "I guess you'll have to wait for me..." he says, as he bursts into tears.

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"Honor him with blood, not with tears Robin. This place must be cleansed."
Reaching down Agriver helps the ranger up.
Lay on Hands: 1d6 ⇒ 3
The paladin begins to heal his comrade.
Clw Wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Clw Wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Clw Wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Clw Wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
charges to be taken off tomorrow as I am on the rail

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Not leaving his fallen family member, Robin just growls, "She was family, Agriver. Not just a dog... family." His hand, which still holds his dagger, tightens, as he is contemplating something. "It was the fault of all of you. I was on guard, you should have checked..."
He looks at his hand, and then Rboud, deciding that it isn't worth it. Only his brother would understand, did understand, that she was family. Maybe he didn't treat her as well as he should have, maybe he teased her druid too much, but he knows that he has a new battle-cry. He stands up, carefully, his wounds mostly healed, but but his body still wracked with pain. He drops the dagger, and carefully picks up her corpse. "Brother, we will make this right." He starts walking, gingerly, towards the door.
"Spyridon, please grab my things... I seem to have dropped a few weapons in that fight..."

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Nodding at Robin quietly, Agriver gives his friend space. Looking down at the remains of the Wolf, he gives Yon a sad long look.

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Spyridon waits for a few moments, silently, before putting his morningstar away, going to collect dropped items quietly, not wanting to disturb the others.

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Yon follows Robin in silence, and once in the hall he grabs his shoulder. In a low tone he calls out to The Green. His chant fills the hall with bird song, and the tail slaps of beavers.
In the stagnant tunnel air the two feel the wind as if they were sitting under a moon. A deep howl fills Robin's mind...
Regain ability damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Robin begins to feel better, but for Yon the pain doesn't go away.

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Seeing Yon and Robin process the passing of Rboud Agriver decides respectful silence on the matter is best.
Thinking to himself…
First - poison from the cowards hiding behind the wall, then a metal snake, and now this creature. The group has paid a heavy price to get this far. It would appear beneath the sarcastic exterior that Robin has a heart – surprisingly he appears to have taken the loss harder than Yon.
After waiting a few moments for the brothers to process the paladin speaks. ”Yon I promise we will do all we can to give Rboud a proper burial. He was a exceptional beast.”
Looking down the hall he waves his hand for the group to follow. ”This floor is not empty, anything ahead is likely to have been fortifying its position. Attend to your wounds and follow me friends. We will punish the remaining evil here with a litany of pain.”
My position on the map is contingent on the group coming along, I am not ahead on my own trying to die hehe. Provided the group follows we will work into the room my pog is in, and I will gesture for Vala to take point once we hit unexplored fog of war

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(I assume Yon healed my CON damage, as that is more life-threatening. I have me currently at 27/28hp, which should be fine.)
"Yon, we going in deeper, or we gonna go give Rboud his burial?"

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"We should eliminate the threat on this floor before we leave. Otherwise they will rearm the traps, locks, and further fortify. We will tend to Rboud - I promise."
Agriver motions for Vala to take point with a nod.

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"If we have to. However, I am still going to carry him. I'll set him down to fire, but I am not going abandon him again."
If Yon agrees, Robin moves forward, but is carrying Rboud's corpse, no weapon drawn.

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Yon listens. Robin, and Agriver giving their thoughts. These perverse men bring out such abominations as that!" pointing at the melting pile of mouths, "to this realm. They are the threat to the Everwood, and my reason for coming here. I won't leave until they do."
Yon turns, and looks down the hall.
"Vala, if you please. Lead the way."

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clw: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
The party begins carefully moving towards the last known location of the scout. As they move with 40 feet... they notice the door is open and dark beyond.
They hear a voice to the west and turn to see its source "Relax friends - there's no need for violence..." as she casts a spell.
Agriver: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Robin: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17
Yon: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Spyridon: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 2 = 6
Vala: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 = 15
Agriver: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
Robin, urban: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 5 + 2 = 19
Yon: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Spyridon: 1d2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Vala: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
GM1: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
GM2: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
ok - exact same pc order. Neat.
Party Effects
Light sources: Yon, Agriver
Initiative Round 1 Bold may act
Robin -1hp, -5 wis damage
Agriver -1hp, -2 dex damage, -1 wis damage
Vala -6 wis damage, calm
Scouts
Tarrin
Yon -1 con damage, calm
Spyridon -3hp, -3 wis damage, calm

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Spellcraft: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Agriver has no idea what just happened, but seeing the woman ahead he moves up with his greatsword resting on his pauldron. His eyes begin to glow a faint hint of gold.
"What did you do to my friends?"
Detect Evil - in the event she is evil, use the below dialog. If she is not omit and stick with my question.
Steeling his gaze and gripping his blade he hefts it off his shoulder. "This place crawls with the vile! WHAT DID YOU CAST ON US WITCH!?"

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Robin calmly sets Rboud down (standard action), and then moves up, drawing his bow (move action).
To the person that cast the spell. In the calmest, coldest voice the party has heard out of Robin, he says, "You shouldn't have done that, you bastard. Let's make this easy. Surrender now, and we'll let the Hellknights deal with you. They'll be kinder to you than I will."

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Vala shakes her head as if to clear a fog, recovering from her confusion. A hand goes to her forehead "Guh.. this headache..."
She leads the party down the hall and comes to the room with a strange chanting woman telling her to relax. Vala doesn't recall being particularly.. not relaxed, but then is suddenly very chill..
Like that time Jokul found that other... herb. They tried it. They were walking the market and a fight -not unusual- broke out. Instead of their usual join right in though - they simply walked straight through - the usual fire within doused as if by a sudden rain.
They took sh!+ from their cousins for months for not joining in that fight...
Distrustful by nature of magic users, particularly ones she does not know - Vala assumes a guarded posture.
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

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The woman laughs at Agriver and steps back through the door.
Agriver perception: 1d20 ⇒ 2
scout @A stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
scout @V stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
scout @R stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Robin perc: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25
After she steps back, Robin calls out "three more of them!"
It does not help as Vala and Agriver don not see it coming.
crossbow@FF Agriver: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 4 + 2 = 21 hit
damage, sneak: 1d8 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + (4) = 5
crossbow@FF Vala: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 2 = 16hit
damage, sneak: 1d8 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + (4) = 6
crossbow@Robin: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19hit
damage: 1d8 ⇒ 4
agriver fort save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
vala fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
robin fort: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Vala is snapped out of her calmness as an arrow pierces her shoulder... weakness hurting her from the poison.
The party sees the scouts reload.
Party Effects
Light sources: Yon, Agriver
Initiative Round 1-2 Bold may act
Robin -5hp, -5 wis damage
Agriver -6hp, -2 dex damage, -1 wis damage
Vala -6hp, -6 wis damage, -1 con damage, poisoned
Scouts
Tarrin
Yon -1 con damage, calm
Spyridon -3hp, -3 wis damage, calm

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"Damn you bastards! Yon, Spanky! What are you doing?"
Pissed off, he fires a pair of shots at the crossbowman he can see.
Bow, Rapid, PB: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 1 - 2 = 14 arrow: 1d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 1 = 6
Bow, Rapid, PB: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 1 - 2 = 16 arrow: 1d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 1 = 9

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Agriver moves up placing his armored foot in the door jam to prevent it from being closed. Unfortunately he was so concerned with ensuring the route is left open, that he swings wide with his blade.
Greatsword, Power Attack, non-lethal: 1d20 + 6 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 6 - 1 - 2 = 7
Faction card makes my non-lethal attempts -2 instead of -4
His inner light flares as his wounds begin to close magically.
Lay on Hands, Swift: 1d6 ⇒ 4
"Surrender curr!!"

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In a cold, calm, disturbing voice Robin says, "B%%, you don't want to mess with me, now. I've just put two arrows into one of your little scouts. I've got plenty more for you. Me or the Hellknights, that is your choice."

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Spyridon smiles, moving up to Vala as he pulls out his wand.
"There ya go. Just... chill. Nothing's wrong."
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

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Vala gets hit by a crossbow bolt and snaps out of it, pissed that someone was able to sneak up on her.
She moves up pulls her daggers and strikes.
Attack, dagger: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

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Robin pins his target to the wall with two arrows. Agriver and Vala missed. Yon looks back on Rboud in quiet calm contemplation.
ongoing effects: Vala fights against the poison fort save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10 but cannot shake it.
the evil cleric steps back from Agriver and casts another spell (breaking concentration on calm emotions).
Agriver will save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Agriver finds himself completely paralyzed. The scout then moves up on him with a grin, putting an arrow directly into his chest.
Coup de Grace damage: 3d8 ⇒ (2, 5, 5) = 12
Agriver fort save or die dc22: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
But Agriver is unwilling to die to this worthless rogue.
Agriver Fort save vs poison: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11 but he is poisoned.
The orange scout steps back form Vala and fires at her
crossbow: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8
Vala Fort save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 and Vala's poison gets worse as the scout reloads.
Yon and Spyridon can act normally. Agriver gets a Full Round action to take a will save to break free.
Party Effects
Light sources: Yon, Agriver
Initiative Round 2-3 Bold may act
Robin -5hp, -5 wis damage
Agriver -14hp, -2 dex damage, -1 wis damage, -1con damage, poisoned, paralyzed
Vala -11hp, -6 wis damage, -2 con damage, poisoned+
Tarrin
Scout
Yon -1 con damage
Spyridon -3hp, -3 wis damage

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Reroll on Hold Person: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Full Round Attempt: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
uh oh...

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"Damn it Agriver! Why are you standing so still?"
Robin steps up, and tries to thread a couple of shots into the bandit to save Agriver.
Bow, PB, RS vs green with cover: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 7 + 1 - 2 = 22 arrow, PB: 1d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 1 = 12
Bow, PB, RS vs bandit with cover: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 7 + 1 - 2 = 25 arrow, PB: 1d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 1 = 11
"FOR RBOUD!!!!"

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Vala steps forward daggers in hand, leading high with her right.
Bluff (feint): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
But going for a low strike with her left.
Attack, dagger: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Damage, sneak: 1d4 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (1) + 2 + (2, 1) = 6
After the strike Vala will shake her head in admonishment at herself. "Dammit Vala. There were at least three things you could have done to make the right look more convincing."

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Seeing Agriver strugging to move as the thug tries to take him out, Spyridon sighs, pulling his morningstar with his non-wand hand as he pushes past the Paladin, ending up toe-to-toe with another enemy.
Kn:Religion on the cleric or room?
He stands off with her, trying to look threatening with his weapon.
"Hey, Aggy, whenever you wanna break out of that.."

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Yon shakes off the calm affect when the woman breaks her concentration, and like the snap of a lash, he rushes into the room. Runs down the aisle. And winds up beside her. Prepared to not let her escape.
Double Move
"You shall not live this day. You are the rot in this forest. Prepare to die."

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ongoing effect Vala continues to struggle against the poison in her veins, as does Agriver...
Agriver fort save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Vala fort save: 1d20 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (14) + 3 - 1 = 16
But both overcome it.
The cleric, with fear in her eyes, 5 foot steps back, draws her rapier and casts a spell that ends in a loud BANG.
yon fort: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
spyridon fort save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
damage: 1d8 ⇒ 3
Leaving both stunned.
The rogue, seeing Yon stunned, steps up, draws a shortsword, and stabs.
shortsword: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
shortsword confirm: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14 but does not confirm as the magic of his breastplate saves him
damage, sneak: 1d6 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 1 + (6) = 10
Room description: Rows of pews and a stone altar on a low dais show that this room is a shrine. A large statue of a mysterious, hooded figure stands solemn vigil at the east end. Paintings on the walls depict a grayhooded man in a variety of exploits and triumphs, culminating in his ascension to godhood, when he begins aiding lesser thieves.
no hinderance sliding between pews, difficult terrain to climb over
Party Effects
Light sources: Yon, Agriver
Initiative Round 4 Bold may act
Robin -5hp, -5 wis damage
Agriver -14hp, -2 dex damage, -1 wis damage, -1con damage, paralyzed
Vala -11hp, -6 wis damage, -2 con damage
Tarrin
Scout
Yon -13hp, -1 con damage, stunned
Spyridon -6hp, -3 wis damage, stunned

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Robin hears the BANG, and moves in, trying to get in position for a shot... any shot. Of course, with the damage that the poison has done to him, he doesn't think to do anything but shoot when he sees the cleric.
"You had your chance... now you die!"
He lets fly a shot past Vala.
Bow, PB, vs Cleric with cover: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 1 = 13 probably not: 1d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 1 = 7

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FR save vs Hold Person: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
With a gasp, Agriver exhales a ragged breath. "Gods, what the hell did you cast on me?"

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Annoyed and distrustful of the magic users continued antics Vala will step forward to stab chest level with her left dagger.
Bluff (feint): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
While striking low with her right.
Attack, dagger: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Damage, sneak: 1d4 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (3) + 2 + (3, 2) = 10

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i forgot to confirm vala's attack in round 3 was successful after a successful feint.
Robin's arrow seems to deflect off a shimmering barrier.
Vala again feints successfully and stabs the cleric.
The cleric decides to tumble away from Vala...
acrobatics: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
But fails...
Vala Aoo: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
But Vala misses.
The cleric and her scout get to a flank on Yon and strike together.
Rapier: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 7 + 2 = 29
rapier confirm: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 2 = 13
shortsword: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 4 + 2 = 18
yon will save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
rapier damage: 1d6 + 1d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + (5) + (4) = 13
shortsword damage: 1d6 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 1 + (5) = 12
The cleric's rapier shimmers in black lines as it rips into Yon, meeting the shortsword in a terrible sight. Yon collapses in a heap gushing blood...
stabalize yon: 1d20 + 2 - 12 ⇒ (9) + 2 - 12 = -1 as he is moments from death.
Party Effects
Light sources: Yon, Agriver
Initiative Round 4 Bold may act
Robin -5hp, -5 wis damage
Agriver -14hp, -2 dex damage, -1 wis damage, -1con damage
Vala -11hp, -6 wis damage, -2 con damage
Tarrin -10hp
Scout -6hp
Yon -39hp, -1 con damage, unconcious, bleeding
Spyridon -6hp, -3 wis damage

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Spyridon draws out his bow and fires at the scout (before it's in melee).
Longbow, PB: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
"Damn it.." Spyridon mutters to himself.

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"YON!!!!! NOoooOOOOoOOOO!!!" yells Robin, as his brother goes down. Robin turns to the bad guys, anger in his eyes, and fires his bow.
bandit, PB, RS: 1d20 + 7 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 7 - 2 + 1 = 19 damage, PB: 1d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 1 = 12
He then turns his bow at the cleric. "Now you die, b+%&&!" Unfortunately, disheartened by a second family member dying, his second arrow has gone wide of the mark.
bandit, PB, RS, cover: 1d20 + 7 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 7 - 2 + 1 = 8 damage, PB: 1d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 1 = 9

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Regaining his composure and steeling his gaze to the priest. Agriver stalks up to the evil cleric - his eyes glowing with holy fervor.
Activating Smite Evil - Cleric
Greatsword, Power Attack, Smite Evil: 1d20 + 6 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 6 - 1 + 2 = 23
Greatsword, Power Attack, Smite Evil: 2d6 + 4 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (6, 3) + 4 + 3 + 3 = 19
At the same split second an amber glow flashes briefly around him.
Lay on Hands, Swift/Self: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Forgot Smite Evil is a swift, as is lay on hands.. corrected

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Regaining his footing from the windmill swing he just finished, Agriver turns and addresses the party bard.
In Azlanti
"Spyridon ! Léčit Yon , budeme držet toto filith práce!"
"Spyridon! Heal YON, we will keep this filth busy!"

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Vala moves forward and takes up a flanking position with Agriver. As she slides into position she sighs in relief.
"That new feinting skill takes a lot of mental effort. This. Now this. This is comfortable."
Dagger, flank: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 2 = 16
Damage, sneak: 1d4 + 2 + 2d6 ⇒ (1) + 2 + (6, 5) = 14
"Though I can see the advantages of perpetually keeping the enemy on their toes..."