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Savaro folds his arms in the familiar lotus position again, chanting forcefully, rune tattoo on his forehead aglow.
"Now, Naruhito, end the beast!"
Inquisitor's Direction on Naruhito. So one more attack.

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Fort: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
Attack: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 8 + 1 - 2 = 17
Damage: 1d10 + 10 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 10 + 1 - 2 = 17
The sheer smell of the lizard send Kossar into a rage. He dashes towards the bipedal lizard and starts the decapitation process.

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Forgot the fort save!
Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

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Everyone has Inspire Courage for this combat from the pathfinder you rescued
Naruhito is able to get pass the stench of the larger Troglodyte and is able to hit her soundly as she pulls away.
Marcello's blade hits the beast and it squirms for a bit, but in a few moments it falls over dead from Lyssa's mental assault.
Kossar's rage strikes the leader soundly but she still stands.
Since the croc is dead I will assume Naruhito would move up to the main Troglodyte
The Samurai closes, but is unable to hit the troglodyte
The priestess strikes Naruhito with the flame in her hand
Atk Produce Flame (touch): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Produce Flame damage (fire): 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Bringing the Samurai down. Though she does not have much for herself.
Tasskar -- 31 Damage, Produce flame 2 used
Snapjaw -- Dead
Naruhito -- 16 damage, (-1 hp and bleeding)

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Using his last bit of energy gifted from Irori, Savaro keeps his arms and legs folded, directing the perfection toward Kossar.
Last use of Inquisitor's Direction on Kossar! Make it count!

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Lesya turns her attention to the priestess as her ally falls. She attempts to force her way past the troglodytes mental training and wreak havoc.
Mind Blast I, CL 5th: 5d6 ⇒ (4, 1, 3, 4, 2) = 14 Will save vs. DC 17 for half

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Feeling invigorated Kossar continues on his goal to decapitate the last living lizard in the room.
Attack: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 8 + 1 - 2 + 1 = 15
Damage: 1d10 + 10 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 10 + 1 - 2 = 18
Attack: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 8 + 1 - 2 + 1 = 12
Damage: 1d10 + 10 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 10 + 1 - 2 = 16

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Swinging around the side of the room, Marcello loops away from the creature before darting back toward, it, stabbing with a dagger.
Move Action: Move into flanking position
Standard Action: Melee attack with dagger
Attack (+2 flanking): 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 4 + 2 = 25
Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Sneak Attack: 1d8 ⇒ 3
Crit Chance: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 2 = 10
Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

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Tasskar Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
The mind blast wracks the Troglodyte, but she still stands. Kossar is unable to hit her as she reals in pain, but Marcellos take the opening and is able to finish her off.
With that the tower is quiet again.
The large wooden chest holds Tasskar’s treasure, some of it gathered from within the Fallen Fortress: a masterwork short sword, 15 cold iron shurikens, two flasks of acid, a potion of cat’s grace, a potion of lesser restoration, a wand of summon monster I (CL 3rd, 9 charges), an amethyst worth 100 gp, and 247 gp in assorted coins.

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The treasure chest bears the maker's mark of the "Mack, Guff, and Phine: Coopers, Carpenters, and Cobblers"

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Savaro converts his prepared spell into a spell of healing.
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

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Savaro nods sagely, "I am but a vessel. Irori is the true master."

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"I see this chest is the one we were looking for," she says, eyes still watering from the slowly fading stench.

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Yes the tower is empty now. Anything else, before you return to Absalom?

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Marcello finally has time to catch his breath. He closes his eyes for a moment, taking a brief chance to calm his mind. When his eyes open, his wry smile returns to his lips.
"A job well done all; all in a day's work for a bit of gold. Now I could use a pint or five. Let's head back."

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Returning back to the tavern, you find the old Ustlavain man still there talking to something that appears to be a large rat (as in size of a small dog) in a robe. The rat points you out to the man and then scurries off. “Did you bring it? The Rare and Valuable MacGuffin! Show it to me!” With that he acts like a child anxiously waiting for his present.
We are done but we can banter for the close. I will start taking care of the chronicles an have them ready this weekend.