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I wouldn't start thinking about the second part yet...we haven't finished part 1 yet...

(Unless I'm mistaken on that)

Admittedly, the momentum has dissipated in the game for me and I'm not even sure what our mission is at this point.

Its not the GMs fault. We're all at fault here. None of us have been posting as readily as we should be. That said, I'm enjoying the setting and if we were to continue I would still be here.

In three days it'll be a full month since our third player has posted. I really don't think anyone would readily join to replace at this point in the mod and I don't know about Skyreaver, but I as a GM don't particularly enjoy running party members/NPC characters for long periods of time. There's enough to keep track of as a GM without the added needs.

I'm fine with continuing, but we as players specifically would have to redouble our efforts and post reliably. The GM can't keep tugging us along by the short and curlies. However, I would never be presumptuous to ask the GM to run two NPCs to keep the table running.

Reeling from the blow, saliva and blood leaking from her mouth, Agni calls out. "Lets hurry now! I'm running out of fluids."

Quickly sidestepping out of her precarious situation, she keeps a hand up to block and lashes out with the other.

Imp Unarmed, Fighting Defensively: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 5 - 4 = 151d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

5ft step out of Flanking: Standard to fight defensively: AC 20 for this round

"Hey, don't do that. You could get hurt playing with such things." explains Agni.

Quckly she reaches out to open handed slap the creature.

Unarmed Strike, Flurry, Flank: 1d20 + 5 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 5 - 2 + 2 = 61d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Unarmed Strike, Flurry 2, Flank: 1d20 + 5 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 5 - 2 + 2 = 171d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

As two arrows sail over her shoulder, Agni smiles. "I think he wants to dance!"

Rushing forward, she twirls with the beast, attempting to end up with it between her and her companions.

Reposition: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Earlier

"Make over?" she asks with a raised eye. Glancing down at the fungus and gore covered clothes, she shrugs. "It'll wash. It's fine."

Now

"A bath would be fun. Perhaps we can... Huh? Green guy with a glowing thing in his hand? NEAT! Oh, it didn't look like he was wanting privacy did it? I hope not. Never seen a green guy....unless you count goblins and orcs...hoping it's something new!"

Without another word, Agni marches over to the door and yanks it open.

"Hello there! We can be friends! Unless you insist on fighting...then you can be dead and we'll be covered in your bits."

With but a nod to Vixen, she thrusts the doors open and moves to the double doors. Waiting expectantly, she turns back to Emma.

"Well, I didn't hear no offer from Oloch...you suggesting something fer me?"

"Other than feeling pretty...it doesn't seem to have done anything. I'm sure it's fine." sings Agni pleasantly. Despite the horrors encountered by the group, she seems upbeat.

"And what, praytell is behind door number 1, my ghostly leader?"

Leaning down, she picks up the ring. Smiling wickedly, she toss it on her finger and cries out... "I do! I do Oloch! You sure know how to make a girl happy!"

Winking, she turns to see if any can answer Emma's question.

Really hoping the rings not cursed now. :-P

"We've got this friends! Tis just a plant thing, right? Who likes salad?" calls out the woman, slapping at the creature before her.

Flurry of Blows 1, Flank: 1d20 + 5 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 5 - 2 + 2 = 141d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Flurry of Blows 2, Flank: 1d20 + 5 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 5 - 2 + 2 = 131d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

"Ack! Another one?!" exclaims the woman, surging forward. Once close enough to reach, she tries to move the beast between herself and the priest.

Reposition vs CMD: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

"Captain, what's through that door there?"

North West door from C7 works for me.

Turning to the plant thing attacking Sable, Agni lashes out with her handaxe and slapping it with her opposing hand.

Brawler's Flurry Axe; Fist: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 241d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Damage? Axe; Fist: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 41d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Seeing how well Oloch's attack was, Agni slips a handaxe out of her belt.

Turning to the nearest opponent, she tries to cut it in half. "Someone should have worn the brown pants today..."

Hand Axe: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
S Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

"ACK! That can't be good!" considers the woman as she leaps in front of her companions and takes a defensive posture.

"Captain! What do I need to know here?"

Partial Defense

I do apologize for my inattentiveness as of late. :-/

Real life issues with my work have been wearing on me physically and mentally as of late.

I am redoubling my efforts to stay up to date.

Moving towards the door, Agni gives a singular glance back to her companions before yanking them open.

Then...Shadows McSneeky Pants should look through the North West door. :-)

We found him in C11, right?

Looking around the familiar room, Agni smiles and points towards the southern set of doors. "Shadow friend, whats through there?"

"Aye Aye Captain Rocket!" giggles Agni, setting off to follow. "Lead on!"

'Learning impaired...HEY! Oh, the other lady...yeah, I agree.' considers Agni as she winks at Vixen.

"Yes, they speak the truth. We were asked to check in on you and....truth be told...we tend to do such things for pay. Did you know there were ginormous blobs down there trying to eat people?! That's crazy!"

"...oh, and that's not even mentioning the metal thingys..."

Looking from the man, to Emma, and back to Vixen, Agni waffles a bit. "Uh...I...uh...do I...hmmmm."

Stepping between him and the woman, she advises the man, "I truly do not wish to harm you. It has been a stressful couple of days in the place below and we are on edge. Please, may we take a step back and try this again?"

Full Defense

As they discuss technology, Agni's eyes glaze over. "Do what? It doesn't look like anything to me..." she mumbles staring at the pile in front of Vixen.

"But glad we could help, good sir."

Looking to her companions and back to the man, she smiles.

"Well, it seems we don't have any better offers at the moment." Offering her hand as she steps forward, she adds "I'm Agni, pleased to meet you."

Shrugging, Agni suggests "Do you see anything laying around we could find useful?"

Eyeing the mumbling man, Agni simply nods to her companions assessment.

"Ack! Come back here you slippery metalic devil!"

Agni lunges for the thing a second time. Her arms flailing about, she can't quite get a grip on the small robot.

Imp Grapple: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

"Yes Captain!" replies the woman, offering an earnest salute. She pauses for a moment to study the thing, thinking of the best way to hold it.

Feeling confident, she lunges forward. "Stay still metal beasty!"

Move action gain Improved Grapple. Standard to grab
Improved Grapple: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

"Hey! Quit that." calls out the woman as she swats wildly at the air.

"Why don't you come down here and try that again?"

Imp Unarmed: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 61d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Imp Unarmed attack 2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 91d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Oops, sorry for some reason it didn't register you were waiting on me. :-(

"Hey! What is that?" Leaping forward to block her companions escape, she calls out "I'll be right behind you. Take him out of here!"

Move to stand between the robit and the chancellor.

"Whats wrong with him?"

"Oh, well...I would have gotten there eventually..." retorts Agni. Holding her hand out for the card, she smiles. "I hope you are all ready. If it's slimy, I may run away though..."

Slowly, she waves the card over the glowing light and steps back.

"Hmmm...I'm not sure. Sorry Emma." moans the woman. "I didn't mean to cause any issue."

Cocking her head to one side, she listens to the buzzing. 'Bzz Bzzz...hmm sounds like a bee....I already messed up Emma, suppose I can't do much worse at this point, right?' "OH! Maybe it's a password?!"

Turning to face the canister head on, she calls out loudly. "BZZZ BZZ BBBBBZZZZZ BZT" Silently waiting gleefully, just certain she'd solved the riddle, she takes up a defensive stance.

"It's possible its the old dude we're looking for though...don't kill it right away."

Reaching down, she grasps the lid with both hands and gives it a solid yank.

If it comes off, she'll step back 5ft with the lid.

"Perhaps its too thick." muses the woman aloud. Whacking the device harder, she raises her voice.

"YOU IN VASE THING! YOU PEOPLE OR BLOB? FRIEND OR FOE?"

"Well, that's new."

Walking towards the thumping cylinder, she taps the top of it. "Hello in there. You ok?"

Dang Emma! Nice!

"ACK! Why would that be attached to the bed?! There is NO WAY that would be comfortable." explains Agni, shaking her head. Spotting her companions heading back out, she jogs after them.

Raising an eye at the though of another room with beds, she inquires softly "Did they have buttons too? Do they vibrate? I heard of beds that do once...sounds like fun."

Walking over to the buttons, she rubs her chin. "Any idea what these do?"

With a snap of her fingers, she calls out "Maybe they vibrate!" and quickly stabs one of the buttons.

Taking in the sight, Agni shrugs. "Seems the people here really like their blinking things...and tomato juice."

'Surely this isn't all blood. Got to be something else to scare off intruders....otherwise there's been a LOT of blood...'

"Agreed. Ghosty McScout? After you."

:-P

No argument from me. South from C4 sounds as good a place to die as...err...as good a place to look. ;-)

"At least it didn't explode on you!" exclaims Agni, struggling to keep her lunch down. "That was icky! And...It burns!" she adds, quckly wiping the goo away.

"I think next time I'll let you guys kill them before they get on me. Sound good?"

Anything I should know about the fort save yet?

"ACK! It touched me! EWWWW" cries the woman, as she slaps ot the creature with her shovel.

Shoveling the goo: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Damage?: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

If there's somewhere to go, she will 5ft step away from the thing

"Gross!" exclaims the woman. "I hope you don't expect me to touch that thing..."

Seeing her companions engage the creature, she sighs. "Fine then!" Pulling her shovel out of her pack, she plays with it for a moment; tossing it back and forth in her hands. "Well, if I must, I must."

Move to draw shovel. Move action to gain 'Catch Off-Guard' feat

"That seems fair." remarks Agni. "If you knew, you wouldn't have had to ask."

"Do what? Who are we fighting?" Looking around the room, she raises her fists to fight. "I uh...I don't see anyone."

Looking around, Agni frowns. "Who said that? Whose there? Isn't it obvious?"

'Are my friends playing a game with me? They know we've come down here in search of the missing people. This underground labyrinth....' she considers.

I'm fairly certain my licking the orb was the super secret move to win...

;-)

With a shrug, Agni sniffs the orb. Glancing to her companions and receiving no direction, she gives it a quick lick and steps back.

"Ack! That was gross! Remind me not to do that again."

Peaking into the room, Agni readies herself for a fight. Noticing a severe lack of homicidal robots, her shoulders sag a little.

"Well, I see more buttons and lights...but nothing really off....OH! Pretty!"

As her eyes fall on the flickering sphere, she rushes over to it. "What do you think it is? Should I touch it? I heard of a sphere once that was activated by licking..."

CLW: 2d8 + 2 ⇒ (2, 6) + 2 = 10

"Thanks sweety!" she remarks as her wounds mend. "That seems reasonable Vixen."

Without a moment to waste, she leans over and gives the device a solid kick in the head.

Coupe D'Grace: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (6, 6) + 6 = 18