
Hitoru |

Hitoru attacks the one crazy in reach.
Attack with rapier: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4
confirm critical: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
extra damage if confirmed: 1d6 ⇒ 6

'Suny' |

Oh! If it's next round?
Suny quickly drinks her potion,
Fort Save:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Okay! Suny has 'Fast Healing' for 2d4 ⇒ (2, 2) = 4 rounds! (^_^)
"Blergh! At least it tastes better than tha' crazies smell!" Suny declares.

'Suny' |

"Worst be comin' ta' worst? We find what does hurt 'em. Like whether it be fire or acid or somat." Suny points out.
Yay! Talkin' be a free action!. (^_^)

GM of Set |

crazies go now. Round 4
Their skin repels the attacks again. Their eyes still empty but crazy. Something driving them forward
Touch Suny: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Touch Arim: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Damage Suny: 1d4 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + (6) = 7
Damage Arim: 1d4 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + (2) = 4
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'Suny' |

Even under the effects of her potion, Suny is still taken to 0 hp and the plucky Elf collapses.
Bugger
Hey, I moved out of combat. Does that mean other people get AoO on it's stinky @rse?

Nyroba Samradgar |

How far away did Suny move? Presuming it's more than 5 ft, so I moved her on the spreadsheet as far as it would let me. In which case Nyroba, the elemental, and Hitoru get attacks of opportunity as it goes after Suny.
Attack of Opportunity: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 9 - 2 = 16
damage if that hits: 1d4 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 4 = 11
If the creature survives the attacks of opportunity, Nyroba will continue to claw at it. When it drops, she will change her target to the other one.
first claw: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 9 - 2 = 16
damage if that hits: 1d4 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 4 = 11
second claw: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 9 - 2 = 19
damage if that hits: 1d4 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 4 = 10

Hitoru |

AoO: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
damage incl. critical: 1d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + (3) = 6
followed by another attack in the next round
attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

'Suny' |

Next Round?
Suny groans, "Here...whut do I be doin' on'a floor...?" She says muzzily as her potion brings her back to consciousness....
And staying on the floor for now, as getting up will give the crazy an AoO!

Arim Zeather |

Smash: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 151d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 81d6 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Arim gets entirely fed up with the crazy. He gestures, and a glittering golden spear of light bolts from his hand to strike the crazy.
Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Damage: 2d8 ⇒ (7, 5) = 12
Confirm: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Crit Damage: 2d8 ⇒ (3, 6) = 9
Will save DC 17 for half damage. Let's see his DR protect him from magic damage.

Nyroba Samradgar |

Nyroba continues to tear into the remaining foe with her claws.
Claw attacks: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 9 - 2 = 231d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 9 - 2 = 24
Damage: 1d4 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 4 = 121d4 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 4 = 9
"Just f@~%ing die already!!"
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GM of Set |

Can make K.Planes check again
More blood is spilled, but the human keeps on going.
But as the magic hits him, the last of those who attack falls to the ground. More black smoke ads to the mass already formed
It begin to swirl and twist, slowly it begins to form shape. Till finally the smoke clears.
A spider the size of an elephant, this dark blue arachnid rears up on its six hind legs to raise its barbed and razor-edged front claws. It fills the room. Its large eyes focused on you
You. You ruined my fun.
Its head seems to scan the area. Looking at each of you
But it seems I am at a bit of a disadvantage. Who do I have the pleasure of adressing?
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Nyroba Samradgar |

"Wait. Let's hear it out."
Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
LoH on self: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 5) = 9
Nyroba expends two uses of LoH as well to gain another use of Smite.
"Lieutenant the honorable Lady Nyroba Samradgar, of His Cupric Majesty's Imperial Warriors."
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GM of Set |

its a giant spider that speaks and aparantly lives in crazy people
Its voice rings in your ears again as it "speaks"
"Such a nice title. So formal. So strong. You dont belong here do you. Neither does your friend behind that table over there"
A shriek comes from where Lilian was hiding. Her head peaks out from her hiding place. Her voice trembling a bit but she speaks with some courage
You... you dont belong here either! I... I will send you back if you cause..t..trouble.
The mirth in its voice makes you feel ill. As if it was affecting your very emotions
I know who you are, and believe me, im only here for that thing those drow brought here... hmmmm. I have an offer for your friends. You bring that thing to me so I can finally have some of its flesh. And I will leave this plane and go back to my hunting grounds in the Abyss. Deal?
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"You are more than welcome to try. But you wont taste as good as that creature. Besides my main sustinance would be what you mortals call daemons. I believe is the correct term. And all I know is, this creature was brought here from the realm of the Abyss. Where I come from too. So I want to eat it before it is sent back and I lose my chance. I dont often get to eat one of its kind"
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Nyroba Samradgar |

Anyone else have knowledge (planes)?
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Nyroba Samradgar |

By this time, Nyroba's claws have retracted and her pupils have returned to their human shape. With a grunt, she bends over and picks up the polearm she dropped earlier.
"What kind is it? I mean, it's a Daemon, you said, but there are many fiends in the infinite Abyss, and it would aid us to know what we are dealing with. After we have taken vengeance upon it, it does not concern us what happens to its remains -- unless you're asking for it to be brought to you alive, that is?"
To Lilian: "My lady, will you bless us with Bahamut's healing touch? I am moderately wounded but Suny is gravely injured."

GM of Set |

There is a hint of fear, but other than that, its telling the truth.
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Nyroba Samradgar |

"Hm. Asking purely out of curiosity, why can't you go after the creature yourself? Also, hypothetically speaking, what if we were to refuse?"
Diplomacy to keep it from attacking us: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

GM of Set |

"Alive is prefreble. I like it when my prey fights back... or tries to fight back. I do not know its name. All I know I dont get to eat it often. And why dont I do it myself? Cause I can send you. Less work for me. Plus. If you fail, I can eat you too"
Lillian goes to the elf, she gently places a hand on her chest and let her magic flow into the elf. Healing her to full. She does so with each of the group that saved her. All the while keeping an eye on the Bebilith
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'Suny' |

Posting from phone.
Suny groans even as the Ladie's power washes over her as she scrambles to her feet.
"Eeeek! A BUG!" Suny sqeals in terror and fright at even a glimpse of the giant arachnid form. (>_<)
Suny scampers behind the Lady, hugging her in terror.

GM of Set |

"I am not a bug long ears. Do not insult my being by calling me that"
The Bebilith hisses at the elf. But makes no advance on her as Lillian steps inbetween.
Still trembling she holds her ground
"We have a deal outsider. But no harm comes to these people or those of the villiage"
The spider does something resembling a nod
"A deal it is. This villiage and all inhabitants for the creature that stalks it"
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