GM RePete: Hell's Rebels - Citizen's Unite! (Inactive)

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Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
"Oh yeah", remembers Crady. "Nice halfling lady. Good scraps."
After everyone gets settled, the urban druid climes in, "Ya know, if I miss my guess, that pool we just saw used to be a fountain. I think for the time being, when I'm not needed by you folks, I'm gonna work on clearing that water away. Who knows, it might led to a supply of clean water. Yes, I have a LOT of work ahead of me", grinned Crady.

"And I'm sure you'll do a fine job of it, while the rest of us provide moral support," Pakuzzo replies to Crady cheerfully, taking a pull from his mug.

"Mmm... Good stuff," he says, setting the coffee on the table. "Now, on to the next order of vital rebel business: lunch. I could murder a sandwich."

While the party broke bread inside the coffee shop, Vinz was behind the building securing his own meal. Sometimes giant rats expired near the refuse bins if you knew where to look.

I figured this would be easier than trying to seat him at the table. Plus, he can use Scavenger!

Passing through the doorway, Luthor catches sight of the painting. As proscribed, it depicted Queen Abrogail, but it also included several armored guards flanking her, their faces outside the frame of the picture. He scanned the left one, and in a moment found his signature: a silver fox hidden in the chain links of the guard's armor. Perhaps someday he'd have to shape-shift into one of her guards so he could make the picture a reality, then strike her down before anyone realized there was a vengeful kitsune among them.

Seeing the food, Luthor stretches out his hand and one of the pastries rises up a few inches to meet it. He turned down the coffee though, stating that it "wasn't his cup of tea" since it made his head buzz and casting spells more difficult.

Luthor gave an incredulous look when Crady (literally wrote that as Crazy and had to fix the freudian slip) spoke of cleaning out the pool. "I'll animate some sponges if you really want, but frankly I'd prefer my own abode to working out of that dump... Come to think of it, I probably shouldn't be seen in public with you shady characters if I want to keep my house, but I guess its a little late for that in this coffee shop.

Kn: Local: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

"Ms. Longroad is a member of the resistance? I would've never known..." Lurio whispered to himself, nodding as he thought about it. Who else could be part of the contacts that the Silver Ravens once had.

At the coffeeshop, now cleaned and not smelling of vomits, piss, and fecal matter, Lurio smiles as the halfling woman approaches. Giving a nod of his head, he bends down low after taking her hand and placing a kiss upon it.

"Laria, it is a pleasure to be back in your establishment. A cup of coffee sounds exquisite after the day we've had." His voice was charming, polite, and considerate. "A table in the back, if you wouldn't mind."

Settling into his seat with the crate put down beside him, he'd look towards Crady and give a small nod. "Hard work but...a proper restoration could be good." Luthor's comment bring an almost devious smile to the noble's face, his head nodding lightly. "Indeed, a bit late for that friend. A home will be fine for now but not for long. Even I will be leaving my comfort, for my family's sake."

Looking towards Rexus, he gives a slow nod and his expression grows more severe for a moment. "So...will she help us get this box opened then?"

busy week

Cerenity takes a place for her self. She keeps her lower set of arms neatly tucked away beneath her cloak.

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Rexus silently listens to the rest of the group converse, turning to Lurio in response "I'm not sure she's talented in such a fashion, but I'm sure she'll do what she can. Perhaps she knows someone...though I'm not sure."

As if on cue, the halfling enters the room as Rexus finishes his statement, closing the door quietly behind her. She sets a tray of small sandwiches and pastries down on a crate in the center of the room. Looking you over, her eyes resting on Rexus, she offers "I gather from your association with this noble, and your armored attire, you plan to revitalize the resistance?"

Rexus stands "There's is a chance of that madam." Pointing to each in turn, he introduces you. "A few you may have seen around town before, while others you may not. My companions are Lurio, Luthor, Cerenity, Crady, Pakuzzo, Marillo and Vinze whom is outside at the moment."

As the man points each of you out, Laria looks you over, taking in those present. "Hmmm...I'm curious as to your reasons." Stopping at the site of Luthor, she mumbles "A painter..."" before continuing with a shake of her head. "Why would you risk your family and your life to oppose the House of Thrune? Did you have any trouble at the LIvery?" she inquires. With arms crossed, she remains standing as she awaits your answers.

Lurio waited for the woman to enter in, his eyes taking her in and judging her in a different light. She was stern and careful, her mannerisms still polite but calculated now it seemed. He gave a bow of his head as Rexus introduced them all. Laria would seem to hesitate for a moment and Lurio would try to see for the moment why that would catch her attention rather than the tengu or the strange woman with the rare weapons.

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 19
Well. Not bad.

When she asked for their reason why they were willing to risk it all to oppose House Thrune, Lurio looked to his fellow comrades before he cleared his throat.

"I lost a good friend to the brutality of House Thrune, a worshiper of Milani. I watched her be torn apart by the Lord-Mayor's dogs, I watched her die." He said with a low, mournful tone. He remained silent for a moment, looking towards Rexus and nodding. "I saw how they beat down my fellow citizens, how the Lord-Mayor's proclamations grew more and more terrible every day. I am a proud patriot of Kintargo...and I realize the danger my family already is in. Rexus's family and holding were razed and my family could be next. We specialize in information, a powerful tool in a tyranny. I think it is only a matter of time before we're targetted and I rather not wait for him to come and kill my family, my servants, and my friends."

He grew silent for a moment, shaking his head as he spoke once more. "The livery was filled with these nasty creatures called Grimples. There was also devils within the fountain found within, we were fortunate that Cerenity is so deadly with her weapon of choice and Marillo had his silver blade." He gestures to the crate on the ground, nodding. "This crate is too well secured for us to open but I think it has the secrets that Rexus and the rest of us are searching for. Do you think you could help us?"

Luthor looks at Lurio without turning his head, then his eyes return to Laria. "Between you and me, I was asking them all the same question just yesterday. I get Rexus, and I even sorta get Crady since the question implies still having a life or family to lose, but the rest?." He gives a shrug, then grimaces slightly, looking at his pastry."I suppose I'm in the same category as those two." He didn't seem to be looking for sympathy; instead it came across as a bit fatalistic.

Hoping to be passed over and to not have to speak about himself, Marillo stays quiet. He hopes that Lurio's question regarding the crate would be enough to sidetrack the discussion towards a less personal topic.

Sense Motive (untrained): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21

Pakuzzo tosses back a bite of sandwich down his throat, a distinctly avian gesture. It's not like he can chew it.

"I--mmf, 'scuse me--I feel my reasons for joining this endeavor should be self-evident to anyone with a working brain, so much so that I'm surprised that more people haven't signed on as of yet."

"Kintargo has been the last bastion of true freedom in Cheliax for almost a century now, and House Thrune is finally taking heavy-handed measures to squash that. Until now, too many revolutionaries were content to grumble to each other in the shadows and chip away at the Thrune government here and there, but that was like trying to wear down the Arch of Aroden with a hand chisel. The Night of Ashes proved what happens when you sit around making speeches to the converted in locked rooms instead of taking coordinated action against tyranny, and I'm not about to let something like that happen again while I'm still sucking air. House Thrune needs the boot, Kintargo needs to breathe free again, and gods willing this will only be the starting point of an uprising that will wind up putting every last fascistic diabolist pillock in this bloody country on the executioner's block, including Her Royal Highness herself."

Nodding as the three speak, quite obviously moved by Pakuzzo's oratory, she smiles "Glad to see we are of like-minds here." Looking to the artist questioningly, but trusting Rexus' judgment, she continues. "I have been one of those conspirators 'in locked rooms' for a while now as a member of the Bellflower Network. Due to this association, I've taken it on myself to know as much as I can about the cities secret...and not-so secret groups. Sadly with the recent scorched earth policy, my information network has largely been...silence and left me quite blind as a fixer."

Pausing a moment, the woman frowns, looking towards the door. A mild shake of her head brings her back to the present. "You are free to bed down in this room if you need rest. I also have a series of tunnels below the shop I've used in the past for hiding fugitives, Bellflower tillers and certain goods. The Wasp's nest as I call it has recently been conscripted by a friend to store some Varisian goods. Sadly, I've not seen him in several days and fear the worst."

"Sounds like the livery may not be the best location for you currently...You're welcome to use the Wasp's Nest temporarily. I would only request you check on Nan Comerivos, he went down a few days ago to check on his supplies and hasn't emerged yet. I keep putting food down there and it disappears, but this isn't like him."

Looking back to the crate Lurio spoke of, she pulls a set of angled, slender tools from her waist. "Though I've acquired quite a decent set of picking tools, I'm sadly inexperienced in the art. You're welcome to use my lockpicks though. Nan should be more useful in opening the box."

She is willing to give the MWK thieves' tools to any of you that ask for them, but she can't open the box either.

Marillo will take the MWK Thieves Tools, as he will be practicing on the lockbox, which will give him his point in disable devices at lvl2. Unless someone else wants them...in which case he will ask if she has any normal tools

Luthor raises an eyebrow. Just how big is this "wasp's nest"?

She lets out a humph. Shaking her head. But otherwise remains silent. If this was better days. These people would have been arrested on the spot. But now was not the time to dwell on past lives or laws. The present needed to be focused on. To set things right

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Pakuzzo pops the last bite of his sandwich into his beak.

"And while we're at it, what can you tell us about Nan? It might help us if we need to track him down."

"How big? Well, it's the basement storeroom of this building and a couple of the neighboring ones, though this building is the only access point without swimming." She replies to the artist.

Turning to Pakuzzo, she offers "Well, he should be down there somewhere so should be terribly hard to find, though I don't know why he wouldn't come back up yet....I truly hope he's just lying low because of this Thrune business...someone has been eating the food I put down there..." Trailing off the halfling seems lost in thought.

After a moment, she continues, "But at night I've been hearing an inhuman screech...or something from down below. Nan is a human smuggler. There's not overly distinguishing marks. He's a satchel he always carries about with him..."

She goes on to describe the man in detail other than....average looking dude of average hight with average hair. :-P

Well dang GM, what a vivid portrait you've painted. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Pakuzzo wipes the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

"Duly noted. So, I assume there's dessert...?" he asks hopefully.

Sadly the AP doesn't describe this person at all. Not even a race is listed. When you locate him it just says "PCs identify this as Nan"...

Looking around to the others, Crady stops eating to voice his opinion.
"What? So were are giving up on the Livery? It just needs some spit and polish..okay A LOT of spit and polish, but it's just as servicable."

"Well, if we're wanting to get this box open, it seems we're going to have to find this man underneath." He had hoped Nan was alright, the Bellflower Network was a constant thorn in Thrune's side and their members were targeted whenever possible.

"I think the Livery should be seen as a possibility regardless of the niceness this...Wasp's Nest is. We need places to fall back onto, places to hide out in, and we'll need more than one of them."

The noble will stand then, looking towards the others with a nod. "So...shall we go and find this man now?"

"Let us finish lunch. This is such a nice place. And we can leave as we finish, so we aren't always seen walking around together. Eventually we will be recognized as a group, and the authorities will put two and two together."

Grinning at the sage's inquiry, she nods with Lurio's response. "Not saying you have to give up on the Livery. It just sounds like there's more work required on that front, while the Wasp's Nest could work in the interim."

Turning back to the bird-man, she stands. "Oh, but of course!" and hurries out of the room. Returning a few moments later, though much more cautious in her stride, the short woman carries a round cake. Setting it on a crate in from of Pakuzzo, she frowns "Apologies. It's not my best. I honestly wasn't sure if my friend had made it out of the protest unharmed."

Looking around the group again, she presses you "Naturally, out of concern I would appreciate haste in checking on my friend. However, I wouldn't wish you to put yourselves in danger. If you need a nights rest I understand. Whenever you're ready the entrance is through my storage cellar."

Picture of Cake

@GM RePete: I'm just messing with you; I know all too well how sparse some of those module descriptions can be. It's all good. :)

Pakuzzo rubs his hands together greedily as he eyes the cake.

"You sell your skills far too short, miss. Just let me get a slice or two in my belly and I'll be more than happy to go find your absent human buddy."

"Indeed. Best find people we believe will help us in our cause before there are none left. The more we are. The better chance we will stand against these oppressors" she nods. She adjusts her belt and her bandolier. Making sure everything is where it should be and ready for use

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A knife floats up from the side of the table and begins slicing the cake, though slightly unevenly since Luthor was only half paying attention to it.

"If the nest is just the size of a few cellars then I see no reason to wait on venturing down there, though I should be getting back to my shop sometime today or people are going to start wondering what happened to me and the paintings they commissioned me to do.

If there's no objections, lets head on down.

New Map Up. For whatever reason it left a room off so the white box you are standing in is the store room cellar beneath the coffeehouse.

Standing she curtsies to each of you in turn. "It's right this way." Leading you to a storage room in the rear of the building, she points down a set of stairs into the dry cellar. As you begin down she adds "Oh! There's a secret door in the northwest wall. The torch rotates and it pops open" she whispers with a mischievous smile.

Stopping at the top of the stairs Rexus mumbles "Uh...I think I've had enough excitement for one day. I'm gonna wait this one out, if you don't mind."

This basement contains numerous crates of cooking ingredients, sacks of coffee beans, and other supplies needed to maintain a thriving business.

The chamber beyond the secret door
This long, damp hallway opens to the southeast into a large reservoir of calm, dark water. A wooden pier extends twenty feet into the water, while another twenty feet out rises the top half of a statue of a beautiful elven woman. A foul smell, like that of rotting meat, comes from somewhere near the pier. Two holes have been knocked into the northwest walls to provide access to chambers beyond.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Cerenity points to the peer
"I believe we have found the source of the current bad smell in the air. Anyone care to have a look at the unfortunate soul that is... drifting about" she keeps her eyes open in case its a trap or maybe attracted other creatures that feed on carrion

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Perception, low-light vision: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

Holding his new bow in one hand, Pakuzzo grimaces at the sight of the dock.

"Aw, I hope that isn't Nan. I'm going to feel like a jerk if we have to report back to Miss Longroad that he's dead after a meal like that."

Moving forward, he points at the raven.

"Vince, STAY."

Taking 10 on Handle Animal (Stay) vs. DC 15: 10 + 8 = 18

He then drops his pack with the party and rolls his shoulders to limber himself up.

Dropping the backpack as a free action. Pakuzzo is now unencumbered, his AC is 18, (15 Tch 13 FL) and all AC penalties are now removed.

"I'm going to sneak up and have a closer look. Needless to say, cover me."

The hunter creeps forward, cognizant of the smell and the dangers it could mask.

Using stealth at half speed (15 ft., no penalty) to move across the pier towards the remains to identify them. Since there's no distractions, I'll be taking 10.

Stealth: 10 + 12 = 22

"Oh! There's a secret door in the northwest wall. The torch rotates and it pops open" she whispers with a mischievous smile.

Crady giggles, "Ahh. You have to love the classics", as the urban druid wipes a tear from his eye.

Suddenly a blanch white reptile lunges out of the placid water with shocking speed. Its jaw gaping open in a roar, its powerful tail lashing behind. Clamping its jaws down over the tengu, it rips his head violently back and forth as the man goes limp.

Charging Bite vs Pakuzzo: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 5 + 2 = 19
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
CMB to Grab: 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 11 + 2 = 24
Damn!

Surprise Round Over. Combat Starting

Round 1
Order
Marillo
Luthor
Pakuzzo (-12 Down)
Cerenity
Crady
Enemy
Lurio

Up Marillo, Luthor, Pakuzzo, Cerenity, Crady Round 1.
Pakuzzo, you are free to keep your companion with his last command. You are also free to have it attack.

I am currently posting from mobile, so I'm delaying Pakuzzo and Vinz's actions until this afternoon. I would also like to see what the others do first. If possible, I'd intend to have Vinz charge the beast and Pakuzzo try to escape.

The creature moved at an incredible spped. Before she could even shout out a warning ot was ontop of her compatriot

She levels her weapon at the beast, hopefully being hurt or even the sound will scare it enough to let the bird go

RTA: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6

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Vinz sees that Pakuzzo is being savagely attacked and doesn't wait for a command. Whether out of loyalty or possessiveness, the giant raven lets out an awful cry and is off like a shot, divebombing the reptile in an effort to get it away from the tenth.

Charging via flying at the enemy, double speed (100 ft. max), +2 bonus on the attack roll.

Bite: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1

Vinz is not currently under the affect of any Animal Focus.

Pakuzzo is in horrific shape. It's a miracle his neck hasn't snapped from the reptile's violent thrashing. The immense pain has caused him to pass out.

Con check vs. DC 10 to stabilize from dying: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

His eyes suddenly shoot open and he screams involuntarily. In a moment of pure instinctual panic he frantically attempts to free himself from the creature's maw by any means necessary.

Taking a swift action to apply Animal Focus: Tiger to both himself (1 minute) and Vinz (indefinite).

Pakuzzo now has Dex 18, AC 17 (14 Tch 13 Fl), -1 CMB, 15 / 11 Fl CMD, F +4 R +6 W +3, Init +4.

Making an Escape Artist check to escape the retailer's grapple.

Escape Artist (untrained; grappled, disabled) vs. DC equal to opponent's CMD: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

With Animal Focus: Tiger in effect, Vinz now has Dex 18, AC 17 (17 Tch 13 Fl), -1 CMB, 15 / 9 Fl CMD, F +3 R +5 W +2, Init +2.

Cursing himself for not knowing any spells to distract a creature besides his Murderous Command, Luthor scrambles over to Pakuzzo. He knew Pakuzzo didn't have much time before the gator tore his head off, so he figured he'd better stitch it on as best he could.

His palm turns a shining blue, and though it's less than graceful as Pakuzzo is shook about, he manages to touch him with it.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Hearing the commotion, Marillo runs towards the fight as quickly as he can...

Running toward the large reptile, Metronicus thinks, That is it! From now on, I will pray to Kintargo for at least one animal spell a day! This is getting ridiculous!
When the urban druid get within range of the beast, he pulls his quarterstaff, and tries to get the alligator's attention.

Pakuzzo Lucky?: 1d100 ⇒ 23

Hearing the commotion, Marillo surges forward to aid his companions.
Gave you a double move in. Should be able to get into flanking next round with a 5'step

Fearing for Pakuzzo's life, the artist rushes to his aid. Through shear force of will, the kitsune manages to stop his injured companion's wounds from bleeding.

Fearing for his master's life, Vinz charges in to fight off the foe. Managing to connect, the birds beak doesn't quite pierce the beast's hide. Pakuzzo's instinctual shudder seems to go unnoticed by the creature.

Siting in her weapon, Cerenity hopes the enemy will drop her friend. A loud Krack! echos through the structure and a burst of flame exits the barrel. A charred hole opens up in the side of the scaled reptile as it cries out in pain.

Crady begins trying to distract the albino. Hoping his friends are able to get free.

Believing the bird has already expired, the alligator drops Pakuzzo. Lashing out in an attempt to taste the pecking bird, while it flicks its tail at Marillo. Easily grabbing hold of the angry bird, Marillo manages to sidestep the beasts tail.

Bite vs Vinz: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Grab vs Vinz: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16

Tail vs Marillo: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (15) + 0 = 15
Damage: 1d12 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

Round 1
Order
Marillo
Luthor
Pakuzzo (-9) (Vinz -5 & Grappled)
Cerenity
Crady
Enemy (-6)
Lurio

Up Lurio Round 1. Then Marillo, Luthor, Pakuzzo, Cerenity, Crady Round 2.

Hit: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
dmg: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (2, 2) + 2 = 6

Sorry no fluff

Lurio would've been looking over the structure known as the Wasp's Nest, the smell of rotting meat bringing a scowl to his face. The sound of Pakuzzo's scream and the roar of the pistol and the beast quickly snaps him out of any stupor he was in. He runs towards the conflict, drawing his dagger out and throwing it with vicious speed.

Ranged Attack: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 - 4 = 4

The dagger sticks into the ground nearby, having been thrown off-course since he was trying to avoid his friends. To the others though, it seemed as if the noble didn't really spend a lot of his time throwing knives.

Moved 20ft, then threw the dagger

Luthor noted the dagger sticking out of the ground a little short of the gator. It seemed as good a projectile as any. He stretched out his hand, and the dagger jerked out of the ground with a shutter, then resumed its course hurtling at the gator.

Telekinetic Projectile. Does 1d6 damage even though its a dagger, but also does 1d6 damage to the dagger itself (hopefully hardness can negate that).

Projectile: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 3 - 4 = 10
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

RTA: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

Growling that the beast was still moving about and causing trouble, with her extra pair of hands she quickly reloads her weapon before firing another shot at it, carefull not to hit one of her allies

KRAKOOoooooom! once again a sound like thunder, and the smell of black powder fills the immediate area as she takes her shot

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The urban druid attacks the albino alligator with his quarterstaff.
Quarterstaff: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Dmg.: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Vinz is grappled but still under the effects of Animal Focus: Tiger; Dex is currently 11, AC 11 (11 Tch 11 Fl), -3 CMB, 9 / 9 Fl CMD, F +3 R +3 W +2, Init +0.

Stuck and and in great pain, Vinz flaps, pecks, and wriggles desperately in any way he can to escape the alligator's jaws.

Escape artist (untrained; grappled): 1d20 ⇒ 20 Natural 20! Success.

Breaking free, Vinz immediately flees to safety while the others move in to attack.

Vinz will be Withdrawing from melee via flight as a full-round action (double speed [100 ft., Average], visible enemies do not get attacks of opportunity).

No longer grappled; Dex is currently 15, AC 13 (13 Tch 11 Fl), -1 CMB, 11 / 9 Fl CMD, F +3 R +5 W +2, Init +2.

As he is no longer grappled or disabled but is still under the effects of Animal Focus: Tiger, Pakuzzo currently has Dex 22, AC 19 (16 Tch 13 Fl), +1 CMB, 17 / 11 Fl CMD, F +4 R +8 W +3, Init +6.

Having gotten free of the alligator's jaws as well as being healed to just barely above dying by Luthor's spell, Pakuzzo wasts no time. He tumbles backwards out of the range of the reptile's teeth and tail.

Using Acrobatics to move through a threatened area (1 square, 15 ft.).

Acrobatics vs. Opponent's CMD: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18

Landing onto the pier, he crouched down and quickly knocks his shortbow with an arrow. Noting gratefully that Vinz has managed to escape the gator, he lets the arrow fly with killing intent, aiming for the softest part of the beast he can see.[/ooc]

Attacking with the shortbow (range 70'), 31 arrows remaining. -4 penalty on the attack roll for firing into melee.

Shortbow (Str +1; Point-Blank Shot): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Once the arrow is loosed, he calls out to Vinz.

"Vinz, COME!"

Handle Animal (Come) vs. DC 10: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9 Natural 1. Fail.

Vinz Acrobatic to not Provoke: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Lurio moves towards the large creature and clumsily lobs a dagger towards it. The blade lands harmlessly in the ground at Luthor's feet.

Marillo, gingerly stepping around the beats massive tail looks intently for a soft spot in its scaled back. Finding a gap between the reptiles scales, he plunges his dagger into it's hide.

Attempting to turn Lurio's throw into a something positive he envisions the dagger taking flight and plunging into the alligator's eye. Sadly the beast moves at the last moment, causing the projectile to miss any soft spot and bounce off it's thick hide.

Against all odds, the raven manages to wrench it's feathered body out of the animals jaws and through miraculous aerial acrobatics flees to a safer location.

Pakuzzo, naturally agitated with the foe summersaults out of it's reach and sites in an arrow. Letting it fly, the pointed shaft lands home, piercing the enemies left eye.

The four-armed tiefling quickly reloads his weapon and lets loose another devastating blow, opening yet another hole in the animal's side.

The sage, raising his staff high over his head brings it down in one of the holes Cerenity conveniently made for him. Ripping the wound in a quick ragged motion.

Snapping randomly in the air as it falls, lifeless in a heap.

Round 2
Order
Marillo
???
Luthor
Pakuzzo (-9) (Vinz -5)
Cerenity
Crady
Alligato (-26)
Lurio

Up Lurio Round 2. Then Marillo, Luthor, Pakuzzo, Cerenity, Crady Round 3.

Albino Alligator down. Still in Initiative for reasons. You have 1 round before reasons are revealed. Since Lurio hasn't acted this round - he can take two 'rounds' worth of actions

With the alligator dead, Lurio quickly makes his way over to his comrade while drawing out the vial of healing he had on his person.

"Pakuzzo, drink this." He offers, before turning and moving up with his friend Marillo. Getting momentarily distracted left his friend in the jaws of a terrible beast and if the others weren't skilled enough to make up for that, he might've died there. I cannot let that happen again." Lurio mentally scolds himself as he makes his way beside Marillo. "Hear anything else down here?"

1st turn was a double move to Pakuzzo and drawing out my potion as I moved. 2nd turn would be moving up beside Marillo and making a Perception check again.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

"Thanks," Pakuzzo wheezes to Lurio as he takes the vial, not at all in a state to be clever about it. "Likewise for the assist, Luthor. I was almost meat."

He pops the cork with his thumb and downs the liquid in one fluid motion.

Potion of CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Still tense, he tosses the bottle aside and quickly nocks another arrow.

"We're not safe yet. There's something moving in the room behind us. We need to regroup. Vinz, HEEL!"

Handle Animal (Heel) vs. DC 10: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

He moves back to the group, not keen on being caught on the pier if something attacks.

Move action (15 ft.)