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Aran watches the events and tries his darnedest to catch site of the imp, or at least hear the vile creature.
Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Hold action, unless he hears/senses anything nearby, then attack the square he thinks might be the right one, focused primarily on the second doorway. Swift to keep Arcane Strike running.
If readied action goes off:
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Confirm roll:
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

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Jivo isn't on the map!
Jivokun believed the imp must be a devious creature indeed to have angered the Paracountess so he strode straight over to the spot where it disappeared and stabbed out with the silver dagger...I bet he never moved...
Move to C.5
Attack: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 2 = 10
Damage: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 1 = 4

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Jivokun slices the air...
Map updated, now with all new portraits :)
R3
Pozuket
Raoul
CREATURE
Grogson
Jivokun
Florentine
Aranan

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Mr. Shifty, I think Jivo wanted to be in space C.5 :)
Raoul moves his rapier to his off-hand and readies his tanglefoot bag in his main hand. He then readies himself to throw it at the demon should he appear again.
Ready an action: Tanglefoot bag

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Is the box visible? Or did the imp take it with when it vanished?
Edit: I'm going to assume it's visible, and post based on that.
Pozuket methodically loads a bolt into his crossbow, then gestures with it towards the box on the bed. "If the imp chooses not to contest its prize, then we should acquire it and be gone. And if it chooses to object when we reach for the box, then it must become visible. So be prepared to set on it, my friends!"
Round 5/14 of bardsong today, bonuses and the charge from Moment of Greatness continue.

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The box is clearly visible where the Imp threw it, however just moments after Pozukets suggestion, the Imp blinks into the visible spectrum as it lashes him with its tail, "No you wont have it you filthy little gnome!
Map! - Correct this time perhaps! :p
Attack 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
Damage 1d4 ⇒ 4+DC13 Fort Save.
Imp is now visible.
Raoul can resolve his Tanglefoot Bag shot.

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Readied attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 4
As the Imp Appears Florentine releases the taut string of his bow and the arrow seems to strike true.
do i get another attack for this round? If so...
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8
Taking the chance while the imp has foolishly revealed itself, Florentine fires another arrow into it's back. Tough little bastard

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Raoul winds back and flings the tanglefoot bag at the imp.
Tanglefoot Bag vs. Touch AC: 1d20 + 4 - 6 ⇒ (18) + 4 - 6 = 16
DC 15 Reflex Save or be glued to the floor. If successful, imp can only move 1/2 speed.
A creature that is glued to the floor (or unable to fly) can break free by making a DC 17 Strength check or by dealing 15 points of damage to the goo with a slashing weapon. A creature trying to scrape goo off itself, or another creature assisting, does not need to make an attack roll; hitting the goo is automatic, after which the creature that hit makes a damage roll to see how much of the goo was scraped off. Once free, the creature can move (including flying) at half speed. If the entangled creature attempts to cast a spell, it must make concentration check with a DC of 15 + the spell's level or be unable to cast the spell. The goo becomes brittle and fragile after 2d4 rounds, cracking apart and losing its effectiveness. An application of universal solvent to a stuck creature dissolves the alchemical goo immediately.
The tanglefoot bag will last for 2d4 ⇒ (1, 1) = 2 rounds.

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Seeing the imp reappear next to the sprite, Grogson moves to action. approaching the imp from behind he launches an attack with his axe.
Move F9, Attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23 DMG 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

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Jivokun cursed under his breath when his instinct was all wrong and again when he lost the opportunity to take a shot at the imp's kidney...does it even have kidneys?...we'll have to ask Pozuket later... He came in at the little devil anyways and took a swing with the letter opener.
Move to F.8
-Attack: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 2 + 1 = 15
Damage: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 1 = 4

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Fort save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 Well that's a fail.
Pozuket yelps as his face is unexpectedly full of imp, and the tail he warned everyone else about stabs into his shoulder. He ducks under Aranan's arms as the half-elf swings at the devil, and backs up into another corner, feeling the poison beginning to course through his veins.
"I've located the fiend!" the gnome calls semi-sarcastically as he moves.
Doing a withdraw action to G6, so I don't provoke. Free action to maintain bardsong.

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Florentine lets rip an arrow, which strikes home on the Imp but seems to do no appreciable damage, Raoul casts the bag at the Imp, 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19 which manages to avoid most of the hit but is still fouled by the alchemical glues.
It is the arrival of Grogsons swinging axe that changes the tone as teh hefty blade slams home with great force, and does indeed knock the small Devil and send it reeling - past Jivokuns stab and straight onto Aranans awaiting blade, which once again jars the creature with its force.
"Ack! Hells! I surrender I surrender! Yes, you’ve bested me, but I don’t wish to leave so soon. Take the blasted box, and tell Mistress
Dralneen I deserve what comes my way.” the Imp looks pretty contrite and significantly wounded.
The party now has the box and a surrendered Imp.

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Florentine complies with Grogson's request and tells the paracountess that her little imp is under control again. "He's all yours. Thank you for your cooperation. I guess we shall be going leaving to take the box back now. Why did your imp want it so badly?"

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With Grogsons call to fetch the woman, and Florentines assurance that all has been settled, the Paracountess appears to survey the scene and the damage the Imp inflicted, she wields a wicked looking scourge, silvered barbs evident amongst the leather.
"He believes it holds something he wants I suppose, the locks defeated me... but I will learn his secrets shortly"

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Raoul steps around to look at the box, but doesn't take it from anyone's hand. "Well, the VC will be glad to have this back, I suppose. Is anyone able to heal Pozuket? He got a nasty sting from this lil' bugger." He points at the imp with this last statement.

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Pozuket slowly lowers his crossbow as the imp surrenders, feeling sluggish as the poison works its way into his system. "'tis but a scratch," he bravely declares, although he doesn't demure if the paracountess wishes to examine it.
Sorry, moving this weekend, and we've been busy packing. I should be able to post once or twice tomorrow, but after that, who knows? I'll be back by Monday at the latest (assuming there wasn't a catastrophic miscommunication about the internet setup in the new place), and may be able to keep up with short posts from my phone in the meantime.

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Gotcha Poz!
The Paracountess shrugs at the mention of healing, "Perhaps they might feel inclined when you return the chest." She suggests rather unhelpfully. To jivokun she just gives a smile, "And perhaps you can hold on to that dagger, why not come by and return it later when you are sure you are done with it?" - the offer being a clear invitation to something entirely different, her eye also passes over a few other party members like the event doesn't have to be entirely exclusive.

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Tired after a long day and upbeat about getting your list of tasks done, you begin the journey back to the Grand Lodge.
A throng of people blocks the street ahead. A performance art group commandeers the street, drawing graffiti to create a jolly hellscape complete with illusory devils comically dancing around in circles. A few citizens avoiding the crowd slip off-street through a nearby alley, the only egress past the gathering.
Taking the detour with the rest of the small crowd, you are on the lookout for anything untoward, and lo and behold, your earlier observations pay off and your blades are in hand just moments after the street is hit with a fog out of nowhere and you hear the shouts of people positioning to attack you...
Shouty little man!
Map – Street is all foggy and misty
No surprise round
Aranan 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Florentine 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Grogson 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Jivokun 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
Pozuket 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Raoul 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Enemy Party 1d20 ⇒ 9
D +1/H+2/L+2/LA+3
R1
Florentine
LA
Jivokun
Pozuket
L
H
D
Raoul
Aranan
Grogson

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I would say he is probably asking for the former, as we all know who LOOKS the most frail of our bunch...or at least have a good idea. Come on guys, let's DO this.

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Just moments before the mist hit, Grogson recalls the woman with the braids appeared to be rather plain clothed, as opposed to the various light armours the rest are wearing.
Florentine tries to shuffle up the side of the building, but the mist must have made the surface a little slick or something, as he can't get a good handhold.
Ahead in the mist, one of the enemy has moved forward...
Jivo and Poz up next...

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My initiative's actually one lower from the Dex damage, so I actually go between L+H and D. Or right after D, since that makes for an easier turn. Feel free to move my action or not, as you choose.
Pozuket whirls, crossbow in hand, and tries to peer through the sudden fog. "A gloomy mist to conceal an assault calls for a song to match it," he says, in an inscrutable leap of gnomish logic. Suiting actions to words, he starts singing a mournful-sounding tune in a minor key...
Ho-ra soon shall I see them;
Oh hey-ro see them oh see them.
Once again, bardic inspire courage is in effect, with it's +1 to attacks and damage. This is round 7 today.

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Walking along with the others; Jivokun had been trying to ignore those displeasing thoughts of being followed that he'd had all day as he fantasized what a night with the Paracoutness would be like...i don't think i would enjoy being lashed to that wooden X... and whether or not he would take her up on the offer...i will have to return this dagger after all...what the?.. He snapped out of his reverie when the shouts accompanied the rolling fog and had a dagger in each hand a split second later.
Swift action to use wrist sheath. Move action to draw other dagger. Ready attack if any enemy gets close enough.
Readied Attack: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 2 + 1 = 15
Damage: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 1 = 4

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From the mist, the shouty little man comes tearing in, swinging an axe mightily at Grogson,
Attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8+1d100 ⇒ 83>20 or miss.
Yet Grogson simply knocks the blade aside and lets it collect nothing but air, completely unconvinced by the rookie move.
Further casting is heard in the alley, two distinct voices, and from the mist a spray of acid is directed at Grogson,
Attack 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 2 - 4 = 8/1d100 ⇒ 73>50 or miss.
But it shoots wide, scoring the wall with its spray, sizzling and burning as it goes.
Round continues!
Raoul
Aranan
Grogson

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Raoul, still not recovered from the rat bite he suffered from earlier, decides to take to the roof and will try to pelt the enemy with daggers from there.
Climb: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Climb: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Climb speed is 1/4 normal speed. So, that means with a double climb move, Raoul is 15 feet up the wall. How high up is the roof?

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Aran rolls through Grogson's square and then begins to leap over the powerful looking halfling.
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
Moving to just behind the halfling.
Tumbling, not sure if I need to roll once to avoid the AoO and once to beat his CMD, if so, second roll
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Draws weapon.

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Raoul makes it up onto the low roof (10') as though he has done this a few times before. Assumed a position for you, if you would like to adjust just let me know, you have a bit of move left I believe
Aranan manages to slide past the Halfling aggressor, barely making it past the diminutive Barbarian, but making it all the same! Aranan has drawn steel and is flanking the little fellow.
Grogson
Attack 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 2 + 1 = 18
Conceal 1d100 ⇒ 75>20 or Miss.
Damage 1d10 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 3 + 1 = 13
Unfortunately for the Halfling, Grogson had already guessed the little fellow might stare at the passing Elf, and chooses just that moment to step in and perform another classic move from the Dwarven Battlebook - 'The Overhand Mining Strike', bringing his Axe down in a very deliberate and precise blow like a pickaxe hitting rock...or in this case a Halfling.
R2
Florentine
LA
Jivokun
Pozuket
L
H
D
Raoul
Aranan
Grogson

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-Edit-
Florentine takes his shot, but the arrow goes wide.
The Rogue in the alley steps forward, thrusting his rapier at Aranan...
Attack 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 2 - 4 = 12/1d100 ⇒ 100>20 or Miss
...which fails to make its target due to the wall interfering.
R2
Jivokun
Pozuket
L
H
D
Raoul
Aranan
Grogson

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With daggers in hand; Jivo slid through his fellow Pathfinders and stabbed at the man with the funny mustache.
move to E.5
Attack vs F.4: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 55
Attack: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

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Jivokun moves to the corner, but finds some difficulty in landing a decisive blow. Also -4 from going through 'cover'
Pozuket continues his dirge in the mist:
"Ho-ra soon shall I see them;
Oh hey-ro see them oh see them."
Goading his friends onward to greatness, +1 to attacks and damage.
This is round 8 today.
There is a slight clack as his Crossbow looses a bolt 1d20 ⇒ 5 but it goes wide of the target.
Shouty Little Man takes a return swing at Grogson 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9 but is still clearly reeling and unable to recover from the earlier blow.
One of the women in the mist begins casting, and a jet of Acid sprays towards Aranan,
Another woman in mail with short sword in hand closes on Aranan, a priestess of Norgorber if he is not mistaken, seeking to stab him 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 + 2 = 12 but once again he proves too agile to be struck.
R2
Raoul
Aranan
Grogson
R3
Florentine
LA
Jivokun
Pozuket
L
H
D
Raoul
Aranan
Grogson

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Raoul scurries along the top of the roof (Move to I.5). He draws a dagger, waiting for the opportunity to use it.
Not being able to draw a weapon while moving is killing me :)