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# 15046-2

No day job.

Grapple: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

When the girl hits the ground, Azimuth pounces. He covers the ground between them and locks her arms in his, trying his best to hold her up.

(Note that a prone character is -4 to their CMD. I'm assuming I'm successful, since a 19 tripped her!)

"Someone tie her up! Then we can take all the time needed to destroy the cylinder!"

"I can certainly try, but this body is far from perfect. I'll do my best."

Cursing, Azimuth withdraws. If not for his mothers angelic gifts, he would have been felled by the attack.

"I hit that canister about as hard as I could have. Someone else can take a shot!

Will Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Seeing that severing the fungoids didn't work, Azimuth swings hard at the cylinder, his 3-section staff a-flurry!

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
1d10 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
1d10 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Azimuth moves out from his spot and makes for the last tentacle, swinging at it with his 3-section staff!

1d20 ⇒ 8
1d20 ⇒ 14

Damage: 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Azimuth throws two shurikens in a hurry, aiming for a more tentacles.

Azimith moves up to the next feasible line of cover, then looses a Shuriken at one of the stalks holding the Osiriani girl.

Shuriken: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Damage: 2d3 + 4 ⇒ (2, 3) + 4 = 9

Azimuth frowns, looking ahead.

"The girl could still be alive. Lets check."

Azimuth doesn't bother hiding, the stone ruined that. He does however, move to partial cover and peek around the wall. (Darkvision)

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Azimuth takes the stairs first.

"I'll take a quick peek, since I can see in the dark. If you have rope, it might make things easier."

"Well, there we go. Shall we continue?

"Send George to eat it and see what happens?"

"Lets go a different way, or have all other rooms been exhausted? I do not know what to do about whatever it was that sucked the warmth from my bones."

Azimuth frowns.

"Do not let him return it to us! I think the backpack is what has the mod on it. If he carries it here we will be affected again."

Azimuth becomes aware of an extremely uncomfortable cold coming from the room. As it gets near unbearable, he realizes that it isn't the cold from the room, but the warmth leaving him!

He backpedals out, leaving the pack behind.

"That.. was an uncomfortable experience."

He walks over and picks up the backpack, rifling through it's contents.

Azimuth is quick to enter the room, searching it for more dangers before the others enter.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

I would rather NOT take hours if there's a chance the girl could be harmed further in our absence.

Does it seem like the noise might be dangerous if we keep getting closer to it?

Azimuth grunts as he shoulders the door with George.

Aid Another: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

"Perhaps. We monks believe that perhaps the perfume is to help the wizards escape the smell of bat guano and sulfer. Or perhaps it's to do us favor. In my experience, many wizards talk from their hind ends, what is coming out of their mouths, I wonder?"

Azimuth nods at Vayu.

"Eccentrics and Wizards collect without regard for what it is they are collecting. They just want to have more, instead of being content and learning to appreciate what they have already."

He grunts as he helps move crates.

"I see it often at Irori's temples, Mages who come to us wanting to "Achieve inner perfection of themselves and their art", but when asked to remove themselves from their perfumes and pillows, they balk and never return."

Azimuth palms a pair of shuriken and throws them, hoping to hit some vital part of the plant creature.

Shuriken, Flurry: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (10) - 1 = 9
Damage: 1d2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Shuriken, Flurry: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12
Damage: 1d2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Azimuth nods.

"Lets go, I'm behind you."

"If the ink is fresh, it's possible it was written after the guard perished. I now fear not only for the poor girls safety, but her sanity as well."

Azimuth shares his findings, nervously making a sign of the cross.

This man is dead, and dissolving!

Azimuth calls out to the others and then moves inside quickly, checking on the slumped figure.

Heal: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Walking up to the next door in the same room, Azimuth sighs and pushes it open. The girls chances for survival had considerably dropped, in his mind, but he would at least return with a body if it could be found.

He steps in to the next room and has a look around.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

Azimuth frowns and flexes his ankle. It still hurt a little from kicking the Catydid.

"I hope we don't run into any more of those things."

Azimuth moves up and tries to kick the creature while it's down.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Azimuth moves forward, into the room. He draws his weapon, despite the warnings otherwise. A weapon was a tool to be used. If tools broke, you replaced them. You don't leave a nail exposed out of fear for your hammer.

Double move to current location.

Weird, I havent been getting updates that the game has been progressing.

Have I been removed? I understand if so.

Continuing it's song, the Azata swoops down and hovers over Koran, using it's spell like abilities to cast Cure Serious Wounds.

3d8 + 7 ⇒ (1, 8, 1) + 7 = 17

"I can see down here. I did not think to bring a light."]

Azimuths eyes widen for a moment, before he realizes what Lore is getting at. He too, ponders why no one else cares. Then again, the fact the Society is involved shows some level of concern, for either her or the knowledge she carried.

"Agreed. I don't see my horse having much luck in a library. Unmounted again."

He prepares to leave with the others.

Azimuth continues his summoners bidding, and this time without restraint. The aura of good emanating from the Paladin is palpable. He dives downwards, casting Blur on Derrik.

"Be strong Paladin! I do not think I shall be in this conflict long, but know you have the support of Heaven!"

Initiative: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

The Azata stares off in the direction of Ithiqua.

"I dislike your Human imperiousness, but it is standard for your race..."

His voice trails off..

"What have you fools awakened?"

The Azata casts an At Will ability, BLUR, on Radsworth first, then will cast it on Koran, Derrik, MJ, and itself, time permitting.

Azimuth frowns, growing agitated as the captain continues. He was new to the Society, and had little experience with their dealings, but he was beginning to understand more and more why his allies in the Silver Crusade had tried to make sure he understood that as the Society fractured into smaller subgroups, doing the right thing was losing ground to pragmatism and for-gain only expeditions.

"It's good to know that the Society can still be motivated to do whats right as long as trinkets are involved."

He smiles at Clara, who seemed to be much less tense than he. Perhaps she had been around longer?