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Preferring the hack and slash methods, Amendithas is unsure which provisions he needs to procure. He follows Zeke and Dylan to the shop and asks their guidance.

Back at the inn, Amendithas thanks Dylan for healing him and makes his way to bed as well. It has been a trying day and he eagerly looks forward to some rest.

In the morning, he notices his great bastard sword is still filthy from the previous night's outing. He goes to work cleaning and sharpening--nearly reaching a zen-like trance. When he completes this task, he wanders off in search of his co-horts...and a rather large breakfast.

Amendithas is anxious to return to his bed for a few hours rest, but defers to his cohorts. "I don't know how the rest of you feel, but I would like to find something to eat at the very least. That confrontation nearly killed me." Pausing to see if his poor attempt at a joke has any affect, he continues, "Should we maybe find a tavern and discuss our options over a meal?"

Amendithas helps round up the prisoners and sets out to lead them to the authorities. On his way out of the cave, he lets Zeke know he'll return shortly. Although, he will voice his misgivings, "I don't much like the idea of leaving you alone in this vile place."

During their encounter with Eries, he'll continue to worry about the gnome's safety--zoning in and out of the conversation. He finds his attention drawn back to the discussion as Dylan gives Eries his impassioned speech.

Amendithas struggles to maintain his composure. From the corner of his eye, he follows the tentacle's futile search for a tasty meal. He briefly toys with the notion of tossing it one of the were-rats. His lips curl up in a nasty grin. That would be a far more entertaining way to dispose of this scum. They did shoot him with arrows, after all.

He hears the distant voice of Dylan. His chiding tone manages to penetrate Ammy's rage-shrouded mind and he feels himself beginning to calm. His grip on the sword loosens and he lets out a long, shuddering exhale.

After fully regaining his senses, he helps his companions shackle their prisoners.

When Zeke gives him the belladonna, he hesitates. "I've been bitten and scratched by far worse and I still draw breath."

At Zeke's wordless insistence and soul-piercing gaze, he reconsiders. He rolls his eyes and ingests the poison.

Belladonna Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
Lycanthropy Save: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24

Slightly rejuvenated after imbibing the healing potion, Amendithas decides to stagger after Zeke to the interesting side of the cave.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Still feeling particularly rage-fueled, he towers over the nearest wererat--his sword ready for any sign of trouble.

"If you wish to join your master, I'll happily oblige!" he snarls. His arms shake as he tries to contain his rage.

***MAP***

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Effects: Rage: +4 to Str/Con, +10 Temp HP, -2 AC. Power Attack: Take a -2 To attacks but gain extra damage, +6 Two-Hand, +4 One-Hand, +2 Off-Hand. Furious Focus: Remove -2 penalty to attacks from Power Attack effect. Bless: +1 Att, +1 Saving throws vs Fear.
Stats: AC 16; T 10; FF 14; Init+7; Per+6.
Status: HP 19/69 | Rage rounds 11/19.

Ammy continues his efforts to hold the cave wall up. He can hear the battle raging in the next chamber, but the noises are a bit muffled by his distance from them.

Thankfully, Dylan's directive to take a healing potion helps to focus his thoughts. Fighting through the pins of light swimming in his vision, he reaches for his potion. Pulling the stopper out with his teeth, he drinks it down in one gulp.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

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Effects: Rage: +4 to Str/Con, +10 Temp HP, -2 AC. Power Attack: Take a -2 To attacks but gain extra damage, +6 Two-Hand, +4 One-Hand, +2 Off-Hand. Furious Focus: Remove -2 penalty to attacks from Power Attack effect. Bless: +1 Att, +1 Saving throws vs Fear.
Stats: AC 16; T 10; FF 14; Init+7; Per+6.
Status: HP 19/69 | Rage rounds 12/19.

Fort Save Disease: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
Fort Save Curse: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26

Amendithas takes blow after staggering blow. Somewhere in the midst of all this damage, he wonders why he thought it was a good idea to rush into this side of the cave. He shakes his head in a futile attempt to clear his thoughts. In a daze, he lumbers back to the other compartment of the cave.

As he passes Tullius, Ammy mutters an almost incoherent, "That went poorly."

***MAP***

He slumps against the damp cave wall.

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Effects: Rage: +4 to Str/Con, +10 Temp HP, -2 AC. Power Attack: Take a -2 To attacks but gain extra damage, +6 Two-Hand, +4 One-Hand, +2 Off-Hand. Furious Focus: Remove -2 penalty to attacks from Power Attack effect. Bless: +1 Att, +1 Saving throws vs Fear. Silversheen. Ring of Protection +1AC.
Stats: AC 17; T 10; FF 14; Init+7; Per+6.
Status: HP 10/69 | Rage rounds 13/19.

Percent: 1d100 ⇒ 4

Of course it's a 4.

The crossbow bolts do indeed hit Ammy.

Amendithas catches sight of W7 trying to scamper away and takes his attack of opportunity.

Sword: 1d20 + 10 + 2 - 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 10 + 2 - 2 + 2 + 1 = 22 (Rage, Power Attack, Furious Focus, Bless)
Great Bastard Sword: 2d8 + 7 + 3 + 6 ⇒ (7, 6) + 7 + 3 + 6 = 29 (Rage, Power Attack)

Through his fog of rage he notices a few arrow shafts sticking out of his body. How long have those been there?

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

He makes his way through the sludge to get a better aim at Girrigz. As he approaches he sees a blanket of spiders heading the same direction.

Ammy hesitates a moment, not wanting to walk through the skittering mass, but he also doesn't want to allow Girrigz any additional time to regroup.

Stepping through the writhing bugs, he gives a small shudder. This is similar to the spider swarm he encountered while scavenging in the Sanos Forest in his younger days. Their poison nearly killed him and it took him ages to recover. He lived in constant fear of being attacked while he was in such a weakened state.

His grip is so tight on his beloved sword, he can feel the grooves of the hilt digging into his palms. He slices downward at Girrigz, hoping to cleave the smug little bastard into halves all while thinking of something clever to say.

"Gah! Die!" Damn, messed it up.

Sword: 1d20 + 10 + 2 - 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 10 + 2 - 2 + 2 + 1 = 23 (Rage, Power Attack, Furious Focus, Bless)
Great Bastard Sword: 2d8 + 7 + 3 + 6 ⇒ (5, 2) + 7 + 3 + 6 = 23 (Rage, Power Attack)

***MAP***

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Effects: Rage: +4 to Str/Con, +10 Temp HP, -2 AC. Power Attack: Take a -2 To attacks but gain extra damage, +6 Two-Hand, +4 One-Hand, +2 Off-Hand. Furious Focus: Remove -2 penalty to attacks from Power Attack effect. Bless: +1 Att, +1 Saving throws vs Fear.
Stats: AC 16; T 10; FF 14; Init+7; Per+6.
Status: HP 62/69 | Rage rounds 14/19.

UPDATED MAP

Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 10 + 2 - 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 10 + 2 - 2 + 2 + 1 = 28 (Rage, Power Attack, Furious Focus, Bless)
Great Bastard Sword: 2d8 + 7 + 3 + 6 ⇒ (2, 7) + 7 + 3 + 6 = 25 (Rage, Power Attack)

Still not sure I need this, but just in case.
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

After striking down the swarm, Amendithas gives his sword a curious once-over. He can't quite believe his attacks are hitting their mark. His fortune is looking up. He makes his way into the square below Dylan.

I'll update the map when I get home tonight unless someone gets to it before I do.

His efforts are now focused on #11. "Ammy smash!"

Attack: 1d20 + 10 + 2 - 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 10 + 2 - 2 + 2 + 1 = 32 (Rage, Power Attack, Furious Focus, Bless)
Great Bastard Sword: 2d8 + 7 + 3 + 6 ⇒ (4, 2) + 7 + 3 + 6 = 22 (Rage, Power Attack)

Cool! I didn't jinx myself with that blathering about fortune.

Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 10 + 2 - 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 10 + 2 - 2 + 2 + 1 = 21 (Rage, Power Attack, Furious Focus, Bless)
Great Bastard Sword: 2d8 + 7 + 3 + 6 ⇒ (8, 8) + 7 + 3 + 6 = 32 (Rage, Power Attack)

Amendithas rushes to aid Tullius.

Attack: 1d20 + 10 + 2 - 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 10 + 2 - 2 + 2 + 1 = 33 (Rage, Power Attack, Furious Focus, Bless)
Great Bastard Sword: 2d8 + 7 + 3 + 6 ⇒ (5, 7) + 7 + 3 + 6 = 28 (Rage, Power Attack)

***MAP***

Ammy Fort Save Roll, Round 3

Fort: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16

Whew! Thought for sure your comment would jinx me and he'd roll a 1.

With a +12 fortitude bonus, I don't think even Ammy can screw up this Fort Save.

Unimpressed with R3's attack on him, Amendithas raises his sword to return the favor.

"Please, there is no need for further bloodshed. I like rats...especially when they're sauteed, with a nice stout ale!"

Attack: 1d20 + 10 + 2 - 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 10 + 2 - 2 + 2 + 1 = 31 (Rage, Power Attack, Furious Focus, Bless)
Great Bastard Sword: 2d8 + 7 + 3 + 6 ⇒ (2, 6) + 7 + 3 + 6 = 24 (Rage, Power Attack)

Amendithas is angered by his inability to sway these creatures with his speech. "You were warned!" He yells as he turns on Dire Rat R2.

Attack: 1d20 + 10 + 2 - 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 10 + 2 - 2 + 2 + 1 = 18 (Rage, Power Attack, Furious Focus, Bless)
Great Bastard Sword: 2d8 + 7 + 3 + 6 ⇒ (4, 1) + 7 + 3 + 6 = 21 (Rage, Power Attack)

Amendithas makes his way into the cavern. As he does this, he will also apply the silversheen to his sword.

"Please listen to my companion. We are not here to fight. If you continue, this will not end well for you."

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Diplomacy: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1

Again, not sure why I bother with Ammy's diplomacy.

***MAP***

Amendithas grows uncomfortable during the argument between Dylan and Zeke.

He understands Zeke's argument and thinks it is wise to let someone know their location before they disappear into the sewers.

On the other hand, he has never known Dylan to steer him in the wrong direction. Perhaps Dylan's plan is more sensible and he, Ammy, is just not smart enough to understand it?

His lingering guilt over attacking Dylan is the deciding factor. He'll turn his attention to Dylan and say, "Lead on."

Hedging his bets, he'll ask Zeke to purchase some belladonna for him--inquiring the estimated cost and giving him extra gold just in case.

A little bit of retconning.

Amendithas will follow Dylan to Grunyar's shop and will indeed replace his tanglefoot bag. Following him the rest of the morning, he will continually apologize for his actions in Rackers Alley--swearing on his sword he will make it up to Dylan.

After they've run into Tullius at the inn and are on the way to retrieve Zeke, Ammy will ask Dylan, "Was there something off about Ralof, this morning? He didn't quite look like himself back there at the inn. Perhaps he's gotten ahold of Zeke's hat or maybe that spell I was under affected me more than I realized."

Amendithas is bored in prison and hopes his companions find a way of freeing him soon. He can't help but feel his subpar skills with the sword could be better employed elsewhere. He's not quite sure why he's even here--unfair orc profiling, he assumes.

Will #1: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Breaking free of his enchantment, he also has an overwhelming urge to apologize to Dylan. That whole Rackers Alley kerfuffle escalated quickly.

As Zeke is being led from the holding cell, Amendithas speaks up, "Do you think you might retrieve my sword from Racker's Alley? I hope to still find a moment to run it through Dylan."

He'll give Zeke a sinister grin.

Sensing the futility of his current situation, Amendithas tries desperately to attain his goal of harming Dylan. He goes in for another bite.

"I will be settled once you have breathed your last!"

Attack: 1d20 + 9 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 9 + 2 - 2 = 15 (Rage, Grappled)
Bite Dmg (Non Lethal): 1d3 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 2 = 10 (Rage)

"You can not stop me!" Roars Amendithas.

Refusing to be brought down without a fight, he attempts to free himself from the grapple.

CMB: 1d20 + 9 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 9 + 2 - 2 = 29 (Rage, Manacled)

He grins maniacally at Dylan. "Mwahahahaaa!"

He'll control the grapple with the hope of attacking Dylan once he has a chance.

Amendithas decides he might have a better chance of taking on Dylan and the guards if his hands were free.

Str Check: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 2 = 11 (Rage)

Unfortunately, the manacles refuse to yield. He sidesteps away from the guards while sticking close to Dylan. Hoping to give him another good chomp soon.

Recognizing the fact that he holds no weapons, Amendithas figures the guard's order does not apply to him. He assesses the limited options available and decides to continue his attack on Dylan.

"Grr! Argh!"

Attack: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 9 + 2 = 16 (Rage)
Bite Dmg: 1d3 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 2 = 8 (Rage) - Non Lethal Damage

***MAP***

Amendithas sees Zeke exit the hole in the wall. He looks back at the door he is trying to force open and shakes his head.

He struggles with his manacles again. Strength Check: 1d20 + 9 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 9 + 2 - 2 = 13 No luck

Making his way to the alley, he also gives chase, hoping Zeke can slow their target down...and also that Zeke has a manacle key.

Amendithas sidesteps the hole and tries to shoulder the door open. He yells after Dylan, "I have a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over the years. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. I will look for you, I will find you and I will kill you!"

He struggles against his manacles.

Will: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 1 + 2 = 22 (Rage)

Amendithas breaks free of the hold. Hands manacled behind him, he attempts to make his way to Dylan intending to bite him.

Attack: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 9 + 2 = 24 (Rage)
Damage: 1d4 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 2 = 8 (Rage)

Will: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 2 = 5 (Rage)

Ammy fails again. Probably a good thing in this instance.

STR: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Amendithas moves, albeit entangled, toward Dylan while giving him a menacing glare.

Amendithas makes his way toward Dylan.

Attack: 1d20 + 9 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 9 + 2 - 2 = 28 (Rage, Power Attack)
Great Bastard Sword: 2d6 + 7 + 3 + 6 ⇒ (2, 1) + 7 + 3 + 6 = 19 (Rage, Power Attack)

Crit: 1d20 + 9 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 9 + 2 - 2 = 14
Damage: 2d6 + 7 + 3 + 6 ⇒ (4, 6) + 7 + 3 + 6 = 26

Will: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 Uh-oh

2nd Will: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 1 + 2 = 10

Didn't get to edit my previous post in time. Here's the damage if applicable.

AoO Damage: 2d8 + 7 ⇒ (3, 4) + 7 = 14

Attack of Opportunity: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

Sensing the current futility of trying to pry the trapdoor open, Amendithas will turn his attention to Spawn 2.

Attack: 1d20 + 9 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 9 + 2 - 2 = 27 (Rage, Power Attack)
Great Bastard Sword: 2d6 + 7 + 3 + 6 ⇒ (2, 2) + 7 + 3 + 6 = 20 (Rage, Power Attack)

Kn Arcana: 1d20 ⇒ 1

Amendithas doesn't know what to make of Ralof's behavior. He'll try to pry the trap door open again.

He will also draw his sword. ...If that isn't too many actions.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

"I don't see or hear anything," says Amendithas. Nonetheless, he will enter the shop and try to assist Ralof with the trap door.

Amendithas, incensed at finding Ryder's body in such a state, will accompany Zeke in his investigation.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 9

Not much of an assist.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

After overcoming his initial bout of nausea, Amendithas will also help with the bodies.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Assuming Ralof means to get into some trouble, Amendithas will rest his hand on his sword hilt.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Amendithas realizes he's been daydreaming for the longest time and wonders how much he's missed while zoning out. He chides himself for not paying attention and makes a vow to himself to stay more focused.

When Cressida mentions they should have their have their identification on them, he retrieves his and holds it out, albeit upside-down, to show it is still in his possession.

Kn Local: 1d20 ⇒ 6

Not knowing much about the size of the Racker's Alley, Ammy will ask, "Do you have any contacts in Racker's Alley or, given the rumors you've heard, do you have an idea of where we might start our investigation?"

Depending on Cressida's response and whether anyone else has questions, Ammy will start heading toward the exit, hoping to get the business of Racker's Alley over with as quickly as possible.

Amendithas draws his sword. "This does not have to get violent. If it does, I promise it will end badly for you."

Intimidate: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (12) - 2 = 10

Why is the hulking half-orc so bad at intimidation rolls? Must be connected to his poor swinging ability.

Amendithas tells Ishani the bad news. "Unfortunately, it looks like rumors of a cure have been greatly exaggerated. I believe Zeke referred to the concoction as--" he struggles to remember the exact wording, "a sweaty, amortized vial of equinian liquid."

Assuming Ishani gives him a confused look. "...River water with perfume and sugar."

"Well, that's a relief," says Amendithas, completely misinterpreting Zeke's meaning. "It's good to know there actually IS a cure."

Amendithas arrives to hear the discourse between Dylan and the propaganda-spewing customer. Standing up straight and glaring, he adds, "I'd recommend listening to my friend....SIR."

Intimidate: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1 Aw man. Dylan took all the good rolls.

Amendithas thinks to himself, I have yet to hear her use the word "cure". Her customers say they have been cured, but she keeps using flowery prose to avoid making such a claim.

Out loud, he'll ask, "I have been told that those who are cured eventually get sick again. Have you had any customers with this problem?"

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Amendithas accepts one of the forgeries. He'll hold it out at arm's length and then bring it closer to his face, squinting and trying to give the impression he's able to read. He'll huff and nod his approval, "I would be fooled if it were presented to me."

"Thank you. I may take you up on that offer when this business is finished. And thank you for the information. I hope our next meeting is under happier circumstances. I've been itching to play another round of Knivesies."

Amendithas will make his way back to the house in hopes of meeting with the others and telling them his findings.

Amendithas will listen to Devargo's account with rapt attention. His eyebrows raise in surprise at the revelation that the guards fired upon the ship. "That's very troubling news."

He'll thank Devargo again for taking the time to meet with him. As he readies himself to leave, he'll try one last time to see if Devargo will tell him about the smell in the room.

"That scent--the smell of profit--is it part of the cure you mentioned? Perhaps I could track down additional supplies you may need to maintain it."

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (16) - 2 = 14
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22 Worth a shot.

Upon Devargo's mention of price, Amendithas will respond, "Of course. It is understandable that you would not offer this information to just anyone."

Handing Devargo 50g, he'll continue, "The safety measures you've taken cannot have been inexpensive. Hopefully this will help you maintain those procedures. And any information you can provide will be most helpful. You said you had been infected and cured, but the disease always returns. My friends and I are looking for a way to eliminate the sickness entirely."

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (16) - 2 = 14

Upon Devargo's arrival, Amendithas will hand him the bottle of Silk. "Thank you for meeting with me. I am glad to find you well. I wish my visit was under better circumstances, but I've come to speak with you of this sickness that is plaguing the city. Your method of keeping outsiders from entering seems like a good precautionary method. Have you heard of any other bits of information that might help fight this disease?"

"Wow," he'll think to himself, "Look at me, forming complete sentences; having a conversation. Maybe I ought to go into some line of business that involves speaking. Gorum knows it couldn't be much worse than my sword fighting as of late."

He'll also mention the new odor. "If you don't mind my asking, what is that scent in the air? I believe I know it, but cannot quite place it."