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I don't want to seem pushy, but do we have any word on when we should get Chronicles? I'll be attending a convention soon and am hoping to have all my characters available should I need them.

Day Job, with Inspiration: 1d20 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (18) + 7 + (2) = 27

As Grym returns from the outpost, he nods respectfully to the Master of Spells. At the opposite end of the hall after departing, he mutters under his breath, "Peste smucitură mândru."

Another jangly pouch labeled 'Ruga Vastenzi' awaits the half-elf as he departs the Lodge.

Add my voice to those in gratitude for running, ShadowLord!

Grym searches the unconscious attackers, particularly on the lookout for Aspis badges. He takes great pains to make sure the kukri-wielding half-orc is lying on her stomach, with her hands behind her head. The half-elf mutters under his breath, "May this teach you to mind your hubris in the future."

I believe the orange-outlined enemy is the one on the wall, as the red one is holding kukris.

Grym's lip curls into a snarl once he has tended to Troyst. He drops the wand beside his fallen comrade, then steps beside Nym and fires a blunt arrow at the throat of the kukri-wielding opponent.

Shortbow, with Point Blank Shot and Inspire Courage: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 1 + 1 = 24
Damage, with Point Blank Shot and Inspire Courage: 1d6 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 1 + 1 = 8

"Troyst!"

Grym whips a healing wand from his belt and taps his fallen comrade.

Cure Light Wounds Wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Grym freezes as the arrow shatters behind him. He begins to tremble as his eyes dart nervously about the room. Three. I see a pair of oppugners before me; where might others be hiding?

Perception, with Inspiration: 1d20 + 10 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 10 + (4) = 20

Two. Is the Aspis ruffian bluffing?

Sense Motive, with Inspiration: 1d20 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 6 + (4) = 16

One. The route back to my comrades is clear.

The half-elf springs back toward the circular chamber while calling out, "We have more concourse, friends!"

I'll be honest -- when I wrote Grym's last post, I hadn't noticed that we'd explored most of the map. I see no reason not to go ahead and replace the statue at this point.

Also, I like the role-play aspect of figuring out what to do with the slaves. I'm not seeing many more opportunities for inter-party banter in this scenario.

Grym shrugs. "If our inclination is to replace the statue now, so be it. However, allow me a moment to check that the Aspis did nothing shifty to their bounty." He checks the statue for traps or anything out of the ordinary.

Perception, with Trapfinding and Inspiration: 1d20 + 11 + 1d6 ⇒ (16) + 11 + (1) = 28

Grym places his hand to his chin and looks down for a moment, as if in thought. He says, "We may wish to wait until we have secured the entire edifice to relocate the statue."

After another brief reflection on the situation regarding the slaves, he adds, "Might I suggest the cooking area we found earlier as a site for them to take quarterage?"

Um . . . wow.

As Grym enters the central room, he looks down to the bound slave driver. "You have been shown a mercy you never would have given your chattel. I counsel you to remember that."

The half-elf seems genuinely shocked by the results of his final bowshot. He sighs, "Rușine -- se pare ca marmura bine."

Perception, Take 10, with Inspiration: 10 + 10 + 1d6 ⇒ 10 + 10 + (3) = 23

My bad again, folks. The end of a semester always wreaks havoc with my schedule. I should be able to keep more consistent watch on the sceanrio now.

Grym smirks at Nym's comment. After firing another arrow at the newly-presented target, he steps to the side.

Shortbow, with Point Blank Shot and Inspire Courage: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 1 + 1 = 27
Damage, with Point Blank Shot and Inspire Courage: 1d6 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 1 + 1 = 9
Critical Hit?: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 5 + 1 + 1 = 18
Critical Damage: 2d6 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2, 3) + 2 + 2 + 2 = 11

My bad, folks -- real life got hectic for me.

Grym darts across the room in search of the Aspis agents.

Perception, with Inspiration: 1d20 + 1d6 + 10 ⇒ (7) + (3) + 10 = 20

Grym draws another blunt arrow and fires at the foe across the grease.

Shortbow, with Point Blank Shot and Inspire Courage: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 5 + 1 + 1 = 25
Damage, with Point Blank Shot and Inspire Courage: 1d6 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 1 + 1 = 7

"What manner of carnage have you wreaked in this chamber, Aspis cur?"

My guess is that Graestos' actions are written into the scenario.

Grym pauses for a split second in contemplation. He wants the protection of the slave, so I do not believe that life is in jeopardy -- yet.

The half-elf sidles along the perimeter of the room and wends his way through the columns before firing a cold iron arrow at the Aspis agent behind the magical grease.

Shortbow, with Point Blank Shot: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 5 + 1 = 18
Damage, with Point Blank Shot: 1d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 1 = 3 Aww, yeah . . .

"I'm good on healing thank you" He looks at Grym "That was quite the dance my good fellow!" And lightly slaps him on the back.

Grym nods appreciatively at the compliment. "To be completely forthright, I do not believe the pirouettes were necessary; they just felt apropos."

He heals himself with his wand of cure light wounds as the party explores the statue room. Healing: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Grym remains close to Saphera as the party approaches the next chamber, but he does not follow her in, hoping for a clear shot should battle be joined.

Grym approaches the statue with his hands raised to the ceiling. He takes one step forward, then two steps backward while bowing deeply to the statue. He steps forward once to return to his original position, whirls one pace to his left, then spins two more circuits to his right. A final grandiose spin takes him back to his starting location, and the half-elf suddenly drops to his knees, with his hands on the floor and his head bowed to the statue.

I think the 'round down' rule kicks in and reduces the damage to zero unless stated otherwise.

Perception, with Inspiration: 1d20 + 10 + 1d6 ⇒ (17) + 10 + (2) = 29
Knowledge (Religion) with Inspiration: 1d20 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 7 + (3) = 16
Fortitude: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

Grym shivers uncontrollably as the wave of cold passes over him. He regains his composure and puts up a hand as Saphera suggests departing.

"While I do not recall what deity this icon represents, I do recollect reading about emanations such as the one we just experienced. This is, in some measure, a ritual of indebtedness for the goddess' protection. I believe I know an antiphon to end the effect."

If you like, I can make up a ritual, or does the scenario specify what should be done?

Grym remains close to Saphera, though he is temporarily distracted by the impressive statue.

Grym smirks at the thought of interrogation. "Perhaps we should let Troyst inquire how many more Aspis we should expect to encounter. He deserves a chance for . . . conversation."

He moves north with Saphera, continuing to assist in reconnaissance.

Perception, Take 10, with Inspiration: 10 + 10 + 1d6 ⇒ 10 + 10 + (2) = 22

Grym stays close to Saphera, helping her scan for more Aspis agents. He keeps an arrow in hand, ready to fire at any threats.

Perception, Take 10, with Inspiration: 10 + 10 + 1d6 ⇒ 10 + 10 + (3) = 23

Huh -- I could've sworn grease didn't have the dismissible mark. I need to have a talk with some folks who have left my characters flopping around in grease after battles . . . >:-(

Grym nods at his companions' assessment of the room's contents. His jaw seems almost locked as he follows Saphera.

"Unless someone objects, I will carry the thunderstone. A good loss of hearing might help these otyughs learn the value of the written word. Let us hasten, before they destroy aught else."

If I remember right, conjuration spells like grease aren't dismissible, but it shouldn't be a problem once combat is over.

Grym tries to stifle a smile as the last Aspis agent falls, but he fails. His face quickly returns to a serious look, though he breathes a sigh of relief as Troyst rises from the floor.

Hopefully the battles to come will not be in such awkward environs.

The half-elf conveys his reconnaissance to the rest of the party. He then turns to the fire, searching for any manuscripts that might have survived the Aspis agents' lack of concern for history.

Perception, Take 10, with Inspiration: 10 + 10 + 1d6 ⇒ 10 + 10 + (5) = 25

Grym sheathes his sword and nocks another arrow at the remaining agent. "Salutations, wastrel!"

Shortbow, with Point Blank Shot and Inspire Courage: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 1 + 1 = 16
Damage, with Point Blank Shot and Inspire Courage: 1d6 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 1 + 1 = 5

In case it matters, Grym has Precise Shot, so he takes no penalty for firing into the melee.

As the sounds of battle continue from the guardroom, Grym circles through the chambers, his eyes darting around in search of other threats.

Perception, with Inspiration: 1d20 + 1d6 + 10 ⇒ (15) + (6) + 10 = 31

He still goes total defense and tells Saphera to send the cretins to the Boneyard, though.

We can stand in the downed creatures' squares, but I think Middy needs a full round to drag Troyst away.

Seeing his comrade fall lights a fire in Grym's violet eyes. He charges into the room to stand in Troyst's place, whirling his blade in a dizzying series of parries.

Going total defense (AC up to 20) before moving to Troyst's square

The half-elf snarls, "Saphera, send the dretch and the troglodyte to the Boneyard."

This is . . . not going well.

Grym draws his short sword and stabs at the tiefling, but the stone wall protects her from the thrust.

Mithral Short Sword, with Inspire Courage and Cover Penalty: 1d20 + 4 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 1 - 4 = 2 Groovy.
Damage, with Inspire Courage: 1d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 1 = 5

That is correct.

Grym looks back to Troyst, aiming to let the brawler get into the room as soon as possible. He then aims at the opening he sees to the north.

Grym slides in front of the room's entrance, bow and blunt arrow in hand. He fires on the human -- the only clear shot available to him.

Shortbow, with Point Blank Shot: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 1 = 8
Damage, with Point Blank Shot: 1d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 1 = 4
Arrow Recovery, High Good: 1d100 ⇒ 48

The half-elf's eyes smolder at the sight of the fire. "Using ancient manuscripts for kindling -- how reprobate!"

Grym looks in both directions, shrugs, and pulls a coin from his belt. "Let us see where Desna takes us."

1 for North: 1d2 ⇒ 2

The half-elf begins to slink his way toward the southern walkway.

Stealth: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Perception, Take 10, with Inspiration: 10 + 10 + 1d6 ⇒ 10 + 10 + (6) = 26

As Grym clambers over the other side of the tree, he smiles weakly. "Well, that was discountenancing." He gathers up the rope and turns deeper into the complex.

Sorry -- the description of the trap and my cursory research on banyans made me think the climb was checkless.

Climb: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Climb: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Unable to get the thought of snakes out of his head, Grym slips off the banyan's branches. With a look of supreme frustration on his face, he tosses one end of a knotted rope over to Troyst.

Grym nearly falls out of the tree when Nym says the word 'snake.' He manages to keep his footing, though, and climbs over the tree to the opposite side.

Grym holds up a warning hand to anyone who might try to follow him too closely. The half-elf pulls his tools from his pack and begins the delicate task of disarming the snare. He bites his lower lip as he focuses on the trap.

Disable Device: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34 Yahtzee!

Grym looks suspiciously at the frozen surface beneath them. "With no way to confirm how sure a substratum that ice is, I would prefer to utilize the center path."

He slinks to the banyan and searches for a way to climb it.

Stealth: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Perception, Take 10, with Inspiration: 10 + 10 + 1d6 ⇒ 10 + 10 + (5) = 25

Peculiar . . . was this not supposed to be abuzz with Aspis agents?

Shrugging to the newly-arrived Cid, Grym gives the all-clear signal to the rest of the party as he continues to scan for a change in the situation.

Grym skirts the sight lines of the doors and crouches beside them. He holds up a hand as a signal for the party to hold as he inclines his ear toward the temple's entry.

Perception, Take 10, with Inspiration: 10 + 10 + 1d6 ⇒ 10 + 10 + (4) = 24

Grym sizes up the distance to the temple. "Ten yards should be sufficient distance. That keeps you close enough for me to scream at you as a distraction, should the need arise."

The half-elf winks as he makes his way to the side of the entryway. He whips his shortbow off his shoulder as he creeps along the wintry path.

Stealth, Take 10: 10 + 6 = 16

Grym shivers as the tapestry works his magic, but once the cold hits him, he pulls a small vial from his belt and chugs its contents. "Ah -- that seems to be performing to projections."

I was going to drink my extract of endure elements prior to touching the tapestry.

Turning to his comrades, the half-elf offers, "I am willing to conduct reconnaissance, if so desired."

Sorry for the extended absence; I needed longer to grade a stack of papers than I expected.

Grym sold his original short sword and purchased a mithral blade on the last Chronicle.

Grym's features belie his wonder as he reaches a hand toward the tapestry. He catches himself and shivers.

Looking toward Master Zey, the half-elf angles his head downward slightly, as if in deference. "Do we have any intelligence on what forces the Consortium have to garrison the temple? How long have they been able to entrench themselves?

"As to our previous experience with Vudrani, you should know that mission ended . . . chaotically."

Grym seems unconcerned at the mention of harsh elements. He mumbles under his breath, "Finally, a chance to use that formula I have been honing."

Knowledge (Religion), Take 10, with Inspiration: 10 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ 10 + 7 + (2) = 19

Would it be possible to hold off on starting until tomorrow night? My local lodge is running a scenario I'm unlikely to get Grym into again (I played the second two thirds of Destiny of the Sands with a now-dead character).

Also, dot.

I had requested our local lodge run that scenario late last year, and I had to miss the game due to car trouble. Thumbs up -- let's do this!

<sheepish hand raise>

I've already got a character plowing through the Emerald Spire, and I've played the first two levels of Thornkeep. I know -- I have a problem.

Feast of Ravenmoor sounds cool, so I'm good with more scenarios to get everyone in tier. If Echoes is open for the whole gang, I can get behind that as a next step.

Now I just need to level Grym up . . .

Unless I missed something on the product list, there are no modules written for second-level characters, and I only saw two for level 3 (Feast of Ravenmoor and Masks of the Living God).

When the party returns to the Grand Lodge, Grym finds a parcel labeled 'Ruga Vastenzi' awaiting him. He withdraws a coin purse from it, which jangles almost as much as the flasks in the half-elf's pack. He chortles as he stashes the pouch.

Glad to see the clan is doing well this season. Desna smile on you, Papa Ruga.

Sorry for the absence -- I was out of town for the weekend and kind of forgot my laptop charger. :-/

Day Job, Craft (Alchemy), with Inspiration: 1d20 + 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (13) + (5) + 7 = 25

Congratulations on the boon, Cid!

Grym will be level 3 after this Chronicle. I'm up for a module if the rest of the party is. I was just hoping you weren't aiming for Tide of Twilight after this. :-)

Grym puts the sap back onto his belt. "I concur that leaving him insensate is the proper choice. If you ask me to prognosticate, though, Cyflymder would prefer being left here with a damaged leg than facing Boomroppel's judgment."

The half-elf jangles as he adjusts the straps on his pack. Looking back toward the party's route of approach, he asks, "Shall we?"

Grym snaps the lorestone from Cyflymder's hands and passes it to Nym. He then unfastens his cloak to act as a second layer of cover for the artifact.

The half-elf nods at Nym's statement. "Indeed -- a quickling may readily be able to thwart anything short of manacles. However, there may be a solution to prevent his escape . . ."

Grym draws a sap from his belt and looks pointedly at Cyflymder's knee.