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Dragos channels the healing power of Gorum to keep his allies in the fight.
Channel Energy (positive): 1d6 ⇒ 1 Bah. Of course.
"Our Lord in Iron has spoken."
He looks the others are looking to go up. "Perhaps we should make sure we've checked everything down here." he says, as he moves to open the door.

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"Good plan Dragos. Between the stench & dodging javelins, I didn't even notice those other doors"
Once everyone is ready I will cast open/close on the door in front of Dragos

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Lugrok and Urk appear to simply look about the others, all seemingly interested in the other doors.
"Urk, do you smell anything we are missing, my little friend?"

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Urk narrows his eyes, staring at the doors near by, as if he was willing them to speak.
Giving up after a moment, he sniffed near each door to see what he could figure out.
Perception (smell based, scent) at north door: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Perception (smell based, scent) at south door: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

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The party opens the northern door as Urk cannot smell much aside from Troglodyte stench.
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.
Dragos: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
Gronak: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Lugrok: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Ringo: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Wrofyx: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
GM: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Urk: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
On top of the fungus sits a creature that looks like a normal frog, with moist, mottled, blackish-green skin, but grown to truly monstrous size... whose tongue lashes out at Ringo.
tongue: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
grab: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
The tongue winds around Ringo's chest and yanks him into the room.
Initiative Round 1 - Bold May Act
Giant Frog
Ringo -2hp, Grabbed
Dragos
Wrofyx
Gronak
Lugrok
Urk-2hp

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Gronak howls out a war cry, happy to be breathing again, despite the fact that their enemy is just another animal.
”This beast will make a tasty treat!”
Greatsword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Damage: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (4, 2) + 6 = 12

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Wrofyx draws his bow, takes a step forward, and attempts to shoot the giant frog thing.
shortbow w/ pointblank: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 101d4 ⇒ 1
"This is not good."
What knowledge to identify the creature?

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"Into the fray, my friends!"
Lugrok moves into the room, his finger pointing at the beast and casting something. A short bark then called out to Urk, having the boar move into the room and attempt to attack the slimy creature.
K:Nature: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Handle Animal: 1d20 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 4 = 14
K:N to ID the creature, casting Flare (DC13 Fort) on the thing, and then HA to have Urk move in and attack.

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Urk hears the slurp long before he sees it, then hears the barking orders of his friend. With a snort, he rushes into the room to try and gore the beast with his tusks!
Melee gore attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 171d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

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"Gheeaaaahhh! Not like this! NOT LIKE THIS!" Ringo screams as he is yanked into the room, staring at the giant maw before him. He tries to ram the shield arm into its mouth, hoping to either injure it, or impede its ability to swallow him.
shield bash: 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (10) + 4 - 1 = 131d3 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 = 7

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Ringo struggles mightily at his imminent devouring... before Gronak take a large slice out of the frog and Urk gores it to death.

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Lugrok points to the door.
"Found it."

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Ringo sweeps his hands over his torso, flinging goo unceremoniously to the floor. "That was...unexpected, and undesirable. Don't want to have a repeat of that EVER again!" Some goo still slowly dripping from his fingers.
Once convinced he has cleaned what he can, he begins searching the room for clues or other hidden surprises.
perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

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Lugrok shrugs as he begins to look around the room, examining the fungus and mold.
"That is the thing about frogs; they always tongue on the first meeting."

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Urk prances slightly as the large frog creature falls to the ground in front of him. He stops after a minute, beginning to clean his tusks of the gooey gore upon them.
Upon hearing his friends statement, he stares at the ork for a short moment before cleaning his backside the best he can.

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Gronak takes a few moments to dismember the beast, lopping off the two meaty legs.
”Finally, something valuable in this wretched place. At least we will have a meal when we are done.”
He wraps the legs in a cloak and ticks them into his backpack, then draws his weapon again preparing to move on.
”There cannot be many rooms or floors remaining in this damned tower. Let’s get through them.”
He prepares himself at the next door and nods to Wrofyx when the rest of the party is ready.

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The party searches the Frog's lair but find nothing of value. Upon opening the Eastern door in the room, they find the collapsed floor overlooking the Eastern collapsed wing.

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"Looks like it is time to head up. First, receive the blessings of Our Lord in Iron."
healing: 1d6 ⇒ 4

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Wrofyx heads back into the main room and walks over to the remaining door (aka the south door) and stands off to the side. "Who wants to go first through this one?", he asks.
Ready to cast open/close once allies are in place

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"Thanks for the cleaning, Wrofyx." Ringo says with a smile.
Ringo readies himself again with shield at the southeast door, examining it.
perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
"Ready here!"

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Lugrok and Urk set themselves near the door, both ready to jump into the fray at a moments notice.
"Like the storm, we will come upon them with a fury of wind and thunder..."
He narrowed his eyes, watching the hair on Urks back rise with a light snort coming from his friends throat.

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Gronak raises his blade and prepares to rush in as soon as the door opens.
He nods at the gnome, his silent gesture indicating it is time to move forward.

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The party moves to the Southern wing's door, looks at each other before opening...
A brazier of glowing coals sits in the center of this room, its acrid smoke mixing with the ever-present troglodyte stench. A few knives, pokers, and other metal implements lie atop a rusty iron box nearby.
Inside, a much larger Troglodyte grins at you, waiting seemingly patiently for you to enter.
Dragos: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
Gronak: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
Lugrok: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15
Ringo: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Wrofyx: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
GM: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (9) - 1 = 8
Urk: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Initiative Round 1 - Bold May Act
Wrofyx
Urk
Ringo
Lugrok
Dragos
Gronak
Tulok

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I wonder if it'll be easier to hit this one since its bigger than the rest... Ringo wonders for a moment before hurling a javelin at the smiling troglodyte.
from his starting space in front of the door
javelin: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 181d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
He then moves into the room, dropping the shield and quick drawing his guisarme again, taking up position to allow his comrades to enter.
"Lets see what this one is made of!"

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Urk sees the bigger trog standing in the room. With a squeal of joy and bloodthirst, he sets himself for the inevitable command to let himself loose..
Urk awaits Lugroks word to attack. Delaying until after Lugrok.

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No longer having the ability to inspire his allies Wrofyx stands back and offers moral support.
Delay until I figure out something to do, lol

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Ringo makes the Trog bleed as he stops grinning and starts snarling.
rest of the party is up!

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"Finally, I hit something with a javelin!" Ringo cheers with delight.
"Sick 'em Urk!"

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Dragos moves in to get into a better position, but is hampered by his mail to get next to it.
So, he readies to use Battle Rage to grant his first ally past him to get +1 damage.

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Lugrok roars, pointing his finger at the troglodyte, barking in an animalistic tone. He then rushes in to meet the beast face to face.
HA on Urk to attack the trog, Lugrok moving in to block the doorway for now, and going defensive.

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Urk squeals loudly, rushing into the room and attacking the trog with his tusks!
Tasty meat stick says to hit you! HIT YOU HARD!
Gore melee attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 171d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 1 = 8

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Urk roars into the room and gores the Trog.... who spits blood before falling unconcious on top of the boar.

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The biggest small boar in dungeon thrashes for a moment, causing the trogs body to jerk as he did so. Grunts, squeals, and growls echo through the room as finally the lizard like body falls off the floor around him. Standing on all fours, head slightly down and snorting through his nostrils, Urk looks about first before raising his head and squealing in delight.
I AM THE GREATEST! BOW BEFORE ME, MEAT STICKS!

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Ringo stands, watching Urk. Is he strutting? Quite an impressive beast, perhaps I should look into a combat companion sometime...
"That was quick, good work Urk!Ringo complements, not knowing whether he's understood or not. "Lets see what we have here."
He stows the guisarme, retrieves and re-equips the shield, then moves to examine what remains of the troglodyte before retrieving the javelin from its corpse.
perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

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Ringo collects 3 medium sized javelins from the Troglodyte. On his necklace of bones, is a small rusty key.
The iron chest under the pile of knives and scrap metal contains a suit of masterwork studded leather armor, a masterwork buckler, a masterwork rapier, a shortbow with 15 arrows, 2 scrolls, a climber's kit and a Wayfinder.

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"Huh. Wonder why the trog had a Wayfinder. They aren't known to be Pathfinders. Someone may want to use the gear, though."

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Lugrok looks over at the treasure chest, the various items found within looking promising yet..
"Is the wayfinder claimed as someones? A name within, maybe?"
Reaching into his belt pouch, the orc pulls out a piece of slightly cooked meat, whistles sharply once, and then tosses it at Urk.
Urk devours the meat with a quickness, his tail almost wagging in happiness.
Lugrok then points at the scrolls.
"What do those say?"

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Disappointed that he missed the action, Gronak checks out the rest of the room.
Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
"We were sent looking for the pathfinder captain's friend, a wayfinder makes it seem like we are on the right track... at least to finding his fate."

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Gronak finds not much else of interest in the stinky room, other than the closed door to the East.

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Ringo examines the key, then moves to examine the eastern door closely.
perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
"Perhaps this key goes to this door over here? There might still be a door above too." Ringo asks rhetorically.

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Lugrok picks up the scrolls, holding them out to Wrofyx.
"Fat Penguin. Can you read these?"

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Fat Penguin believes them to be a scroll of cure moderate wounds and a scroll of invisibility.
Ringo thinks the door to be safe, but the key is too small for a door locking mechanism.

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Wrofyx holds up the scrolls and gestures with them, "This one provides moderate healing and this one can turn someone invisible. I will hang on to them as I have the ability to use both of them."
He looks over at Ringo, "How's that door? Hear anything behind it?"

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"Seems clear from this side, Wrofyx," Ringo readies at the door. "Shall we progress?"