The Tower
				
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                 M elf Monk 1, AC: 18, tch: 18, ff: 10  CMD: 16 F +4, R +6, W +4 
              
              
                
                   
	
		 
	
 
                
                
              
            
             Ouch!
 
Bicor's begin moving in a blur the black steel of her sais creating a virtual shadow in front of her.
 
flurry: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21, flurry: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
 
poinkt: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6, poinkt: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
 
confirm?: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14, poinkt: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4,   
           
         
       
    
  
 
              
                
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
         
          
        
          
          
            
              
                 M elf Monk 1, AC: 18, tch: 18, ff: 10  CMD: 16 F +4, R +6, W +4 
              
              
                
                   
	
		 
	
 
                
                
              
            
             Bicor feints to the left then to the right! She twirls the sais in a distracting simple manner.   
           
         
       
    
  
 
              
                
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
         
          
        
          
          
            
              
                 M elf Monk 1, AC: 18, tch: 18, ff: 10  CMD: 16 F +4, R +6, W +4 
              
              
                
                   
	
		 
	
 
                
                
              
            
             With an amazing spin Bicor leaps into the air and comes down with flashing sais.   
           
         
       
    
  
 
              
                
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
         
          
        
          
          
            
              
                 Male Human Alchemist 1; Init +1; hp 10/10; AC 17 (19), T 11, FF 16 (18), CMD 13 (15); F +4, R +3, W +1; Perception +5; Bombs 4/5, Extracts 2/2, Mutagen 0/1 
              
              
                
                   
	
		 
	
 
                
                
              
            
             Marlak blocks Bicor's sais with a swirling flourish of his bardiche and counters with a kick to the elf's face.   
           
         
       
    
  
 
              
                
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
         
          
        
          
          
            
              
                 Rataji the Disgraced 
              
              
                
                   
	
		 
	
 
                
                
              
            
             The troglodytes did not last long under the assault of the group.  
A quick look around shows nothing of interest in the room.  Two doors lead to the north and south wings of the tower.   
           
         
       
    
  
 
              
                
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
         
          
        
          
          
            
              
                 M elf Monk 1, AC: 18, tch: 18, ff: 10  CMD: 16 F +4, R +6, W +4 
              
              
                
                   
	
		 
	
 
                
                
              
            
             A trickle of blood escapes Bicor's nose. "Nice shot, Marlak" Then she moves to the north door and opens it.   
           
         
       
    
  
 
              
                
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
         
          
        
          
          
            
              
                 Male Human Alchemist 1; Init +1; hp 10/10; AC 17 (19), T 11, FF 16 (18), CMD 13 (15); F +4, R +3, W +1; Perception +5; Bombs 4/5, Extracts 2/2, Mutagen 0/1 
              
              
                
                   
	
		 
	
 
                
                
              
            
             Marlak bows to Bicor and follows him to the north door.   
           
         
       
    
  
 
              
                
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
         
          
        
          
          
            
              
                 Rataji the Disgraced 
              
              
                
                   
	
		 
	
 
                
                
              
            
             Cracks in the walls and ceiling of this chamber have allowed rainwater to collect here, flooding the room and giving rise to a profusion of mold and fungus along the walls and ceiling. 
Wet Sticky Tongue Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23 
Grab: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22 
As Bicor enters the room she is hit square in the face with the tongue of a giant frog. The tongue grabs her and pulls her towards the hungry creatures jaws.   
           
         
       
    
  
 
              
                
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
         
          
        
          
          
            
              
                 M elf Monk 1, AC: 18, tch: 18, ff: 10  CMD: 16 F +4, R +6, W +4 
              
              
                
                   
	
		 
	
 
                
                
              
            
             "Achphfmph! muffles the monk. "Nphy nphy sphnky tongmph!" She tries to break the tongue's grasp of her with a (mostly) mighty heave.
 
CMD: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14   
           
         
       
    
  
 
              
                
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
         
          
        
          
          
            
              
                 Male Human Alchemist 1; Init +1; hp 10/10; AC 17 (19), T 11, FF 16 (18), CMD 13 (15); F +4, R +3, W +1; Perception +5; Bombs 4/5, Extracts 2/2, Mutagen 0/1 
              
              
                
                   
	
		 
	
 
                
                
              
            
             Marlak unstoppers the flask containing his mutagen and drinks it all down. Pain wracks his body as his musculature doubles in size, yet the experience has dulled his wits, for the time being. He slowly approaches the spot where Bicor used to be.  
+2 natural armor bonus, +4 STR (18 total), -2 INT (16 total)   
           
         
       
    
  
 
              
                
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
         
          
        
          
          
            
              
                 NG Male ( half orc) Cleric of Erastil 1  | HP: 12/12 | AC: 16 (11 Tch, 15 Ff) | CMB: +5, CMD: 15 | F: +5, R: +1, W: +4 | Init: +5 (+7 surprise) | Perc: +3 (darkvision) | Speed 30’ (20’) | Spells */2+1 Channel 3/3 | Active conditions: Light, X-Guidance-X 
              
              
                
                   
	
		 
	
 
                
                
              
            
             Alduin slides by Marlak, and hurries to attack the frog's tongue. "Prepare to hold your breath Bicor." 
Falchion: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 212d4 + 6 ⇒ (3, 4) + 6 = 13   
           
         
       
    
  
 
              
                
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
         
          
        
          
          
            
              
                 Rataji the Disgraced 
              
              
                
                   
	
		 
	
 
                
                
              
            
             Bicor is able to throw off the tongue as Alduin races by and strikes the frog. 
Bite: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
 
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 + grabbed 
The frog lashes out and bites the man who caused it pain. As the teeth sink in the half orc is held in the creatures mouth.   
           
         
       
    
  
 
              
                
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
         
          
        
          
          
            
              
                 M elf Monk 1, AC: 18, tch: 18, ff: 10  CMD: 16 F +4, R +6, W +4 
              
              
                
                   
	
		 
	
 
                
                
              
            
             Bicor's steps up to the frog and slams it with the flat side of her sais. 
flurry nonlethal: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 3 - 4 = 19 flurry nonlethal: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 3 - 4 = 18 
plunk: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
 
plunk: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 
"Let go, let go let go."
 
confirm: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21plunk: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5   
           
         
       
    
  
 
              
                
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
         
          
        
          
          
            
              
                 Male Human Alchemist 1; Init +1; hp 10/10; AC 17 (19), T 11, FF 16 (18), CMD 13 (15); F +4, R +3, W +1; Perception +5; Bombs 4/5, Extracts 2/2, Mutagen 0/1 
              
              
                
                   
	
		 
	
 
                
                
              
            
             Marlak strikes at the enormous amphibian, but misses.  
Bardiche: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 101d10 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12   
           
         
       
    
  
 
              
                
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
         
          
        
          
          
            
              
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             "Let go, let go, let go, the elf repeats.   
           
         
       
    
  
 
              
                
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
         
          
        
          
          
            
              
                 NG Male ( half orc) Cleric of Erastil 1  | HP: 12/12 | AC: 16 (11 Tch, 15 Ff) | CMB: +5, CMD: 15 | F: +5, R: +1, W: +4 | Init: +5 (+7 surprise) | Perc: +3 (darkvision) | Speed 30’ (20’) | Spells */2+1 Channel 3/3 | Active conditions: Light, X-Guidance-X 
              
              
                
                   
	
		 
	
 
                
                
              
            
             Alduin lends a clever grin even in spite of the frog-spit and grows twice his size before bringing his falchion down on the frog. 
Large Falchion: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 212d6 + 7 ⇒ (3, 1) + 7 = 11   
           
         
       
    
  
 
              
                
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
         
          
        
          
          
            
              
                 M elf Monk 1, AC: 18, tch: 18, ff: 10  CMD: 16 F +4, R +6, W +4 
              
              
                
                   
	
		 
	
 
                
                
              
            
            
           
         
       
    
  
 
              
                
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
         
          
        
          
          
            
              
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                 M elf Monk 1, AC: 18, tch: 18, ff: 10  CMD: 16 F +4, R +6, W +4 
              
              
                
                   
	
		 
	
 
                
                
              
            
             "Poo! Bicor curses while wiping the shrapnel from her clothes. She uses some of the puddles to help clean off the gore. When she is finished she points to the door they didn't come in. "I can see how rainwater got in, but that frog was too big to get in here on its own. Shall we check out what is behind there?"   
           
         
       
    
  
 
              
                
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
         
          
        
          
          
            
              
                 NG Male ( half orc) Cleric of Erastil 1  | HP: 12/12 | AC: 16 (11 Tch, 15 Ff) | CMB: +5, CMD: 15 | F: +5, R: +1, W: +4 | Init: +5 (+7 surprise) | Perc: +3 (darkvision) | Speed 30’ (20’) | Spells */2+1 Channel 3/3 | Active conditions: Light, X-Guidance-X 
              
              
                
                   
	
		 
	
 
                
                
              
            
             "Where?" Alduin is confused after some time. "Of course, we check everywhere! Leave no spoil behind and challenge or threat to linger."   
           
         
       
    
  
 
              
                
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
         
          
        
          
          
            
              
                 M elf Monk 1, AC: 18, tch: 18, ff: 10  CMD: 16 F +4, R +6, W +4 
              
              
                
                   
	
		 
	
 
                
                
              
            
             Bicor walks through the east door in answer to Alduin's question.   
           
         
       
    
  
 
              
                
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
         
          
        
          
          
            
              
                 M elf Monk 1, AC: 18, tch: 18, ff: 10  CMD: 16 F +4, R +6, W +4 
              
              
                
                   
	
		 
	
 
                
                
              
            
             Finding nothing there but a broken ledge* Bicor gazes at the open air. "how much taller is this tower? The elf returns to the room where the dead cave-dwellers lie. Then she goes through the door to the south. 
*Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26 I presume there is nothing there, but please correct me you need a different roll or something.   
           
         
       
    
  
 
              
                
  
    
      
        
  
  
        
         
          
        
          
          
            
              
                 Male Human Alchemist 1; Init +1; hp 10/10; AC 17 (19), T 11, FF 16 (18), CMD 13 (15); F +4, R +3, W +1; Perception +5; Bombs 4/5, Extracts 2/2, Mutagen 0/1 
              
              
                
                   
	
		 
	
 
                
                
              
            
             Marlak glances over Bicor's shoulder.  
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15   
           
         
       
    
  
 
              
            
          
         
      
		 
	
	
	
	 
    
  
      
  
    
  
      
      
      
        
	
	
		
			
			
				
				
					
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