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Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

"We could try questioning the Beast about this tragic series of events."

"Justice doesn't sleep, Barrister. We have made discoveries." Agrimar says bluntly.

Agrimar moves to Rhia and attempts to interpose himself between her and any more ranged Manticore attacks.

Can't aid another on ranged attacks, but he's putting soft cover between her any another savaging. He'll hold a melee attack for if the manticore comes into range.

"7' tall and with a savage bite wound over one shoulder. Does that match up with our charge?" Agrimar wonders aloud.

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

"Maybe we will be better equipped to question the creature once we have inspected the scene of the first crime. Actual evidence might jog his memory better." Agrimar offers.

"What is the official story on what happened in Morast, and what evidence has been presented relating to that case?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

"We will investigate and for good or ill, bring the truth to light." The professor trusted this Judge, and so would he. She seems genuinely interested is absolving this Beast, not in digging a deeper grave. As a victim of prejudice himself, Agrimar could empathize with the misunderstanding of smaller minds. But IF this Beast was guilty, he will pay for his crimes.

Agrimar offers a short bow to Judge Daramid before accepting his box.

Does Dr. Crowl know Judge Daramid?

"What is known of this Beast? What drives it?"

"A foul consortium of necromancers called the Whispering Way killed the professor so that he could not reveal whatever dark purpose they had at Harrowstone Prison." Agrimar growls.

"I am Agrimar Vaskel." he states plainly, nodding to the professor.

On the outskirts of the city, Agrimar draws up the hood of his travelling cloak.
"Which is closer, the university or the Judge's townhouse?"

Is the coachman dead or just paralyzed?

"Cut them down, we won't be leaving them here." Agrimar begins to cut the pods down as gently as he can.

MW Falchion Power Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 112d4 + 5 ⇒ (1, 2) + 5 = 8

Agrimar steps towards the spidery demon and hacks with his falchion.

Without a second though, Agrimar jumps through the opening, falchion at the ready.

Agrimar swings his falchion in a vicious arc, "IOMEDAE!"
MW Falchion Power Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 202d4 + 5 ⇒ (3, 4) + 5 = 12

Cursing at his missed strike, Agrimmar takes a step to the NE to put himself closer to Rhia, then prepares a strike for the beast's return.

Is this a suprise round or regular combat? Since I can't hit it from where i'm standing without moving...

"Position yourselves back to back, and ready your weapons for when it returns!" Agrimar barks, his falchion poised to strike.

"I sense no evil..."

Agrimar utters a few words to Iomedae under his breath and draws his falchion before stepping towards the clearing.

Casts Bless Weapon

Turning in the direction of the cries, Agrimar bellows, "Aleece?" while opening himself to evil emnations.

"Are you headed to Lepidstadt?" Agrimar asks Kaleb.

"A child is lost, keep your dagger. Where was she last seen?"

Agrimar opens himself to the emnations of evil. If none are detected, he will exit the wagon.

I thought the prison was hallowed again, or at least stable with Vesorianna taking the place of her husband...

Agrmar has been sitting by the fire, studying the warden's badge. Never the most talkative, since the death of Ysabot it would seem he has taken a vow of silence. A grunt or head nod being his only communication with Ereviss and Kendra.

"Whatever the Whispering Way wanted with Harrowstone, the Professor was killed to keep it silent. I fear they will not be the first casualties in whatever campaign the Way has planned."

Hp: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

aaaand reroll

Hp: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Also, I assume we gave the cursed items (Lopper's Handaxe, etc) over to the Pharasmins to properly dispose of?

No complaints there. I will also be staying with Agrimar.

Agrimar spends much of his time in silent prayer and contemplation over Ysabot's and the Professor's graves. He prays to Iomedae to give him the strength to bring the men responsible for their deaths to justice. Death to the Whispering Way.

If Ysabot's cat survived, will Kendra take him in?

I still need to level. I take it we're not continuing the pre-gen tradition?

Handaxe Smite: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 211d6 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Handaxe Smite: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 101d6 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

"YSABOT!"

handaxe smite: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 171d6 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Agrimar's features become even grimmer as he watches Kendra fall.

Handaxe smite: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 181d6 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

"I WILL WRITE YOUR NAME ON THE WALL WITH WHATEVER PASSES FOR BLOOD FROM YOUR EVIL HEART!!!"

handaxe smite: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 171d6 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Swift Action Lay on Hands: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Grimacing at the impact of the ghostly missles, Agrimar renews his attack.

Smite Evil: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 111d6 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

With a roar, Agrimar charges from the smoke, the Lopper's axe held high ready to smite the apparition.

Handaxe: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 201d6 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

-3 + 14 from Ysabot and +12 from Ereviss brings me back to 23hp?

Reflex save for rubble: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
That puts me at 14hp. The 20pts of magic missles puts me at -6. Orc ferocity however lets me act as disabled for one round.

Agrimar staggers as the missles pierce his body. He seems about to fall when his eyes take on a reddish tint, a growl begins deep in his throat.
"IOMEDAE!!! he roars, his hands glow with a divine light.

Lay on Hands: 1d6 ⇒ 3

But he drops anyway.

at -3hp, worth a shot.

Agrimar uncorks a flask of holy water and splashes it where Xiuj indicates.

"Come on you filthy spirit! Stop picking on little girls and elves!"

Intimidate: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

"This place reeks of evil." growls Agrimar.

Detect Evil

Agrimmar swings his falchion at the oozing slime.
Falchion strike: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
if damaged: 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 3) + 3 = 8

"There's something ahead..." Agrimar warns.