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"We did not break into this place. We came by the same entryway as Lord Gyr. Now, as I patch up you and my companions, you can explain why the Lion Blades are watching Lord Gyr's Taldan Residence." Banjae says as she moves to patch up the "maid", Orvin, Karrigan, and herself.

Shooting for DC 30 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (5) + 23 = 28 not liking that, gonna Hero Point it. 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (16) + 23 = 39 better 2d8 + 30 ⇒ (6, 3) + 30 = 39 (44 for Banjae due to Godless Healing)

Banjae has continual recovery, so if we want to spend the time, she can keep treating.

"Here's the thing. I can see past your illusion, young lady." Banjae studies her target again 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (15) + 23 = 38 vs Fort Defense.

She slides her rapier towards the fake maid. 1d20 + 21 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 21 + 1 = 39 for 2d6 + 4 + 3d6 ⇒ (5, 1) + 4 + (1, 3, 5) = 19 x2 plus 1d8 ⇒ 1 deadly = 39 and 1d12 bleed and target is flat-footed until the start of Banjae's next turn(crit) "In fact, it reaches right to the heart of your lie"

EDIT(whoops, forgot study was an action)

Banjae's tries to follow through with her gauntleted fist. 1d20 + 21 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 21 + 1 - 4 = 24 think that misses flat-footed.

Banjae studies her opponent. Medicine vs Fortitude 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (17) + 23 = 40 Hoping that's a critical success.

Swings rapier 1d20 + 21 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 21 + 1 = 27 for 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (4, 3) + 4 = 11 and 3d6 ⇒ (5, 5, 1) = 11 precision and 1d6 bleed // plus 1d8 ⇒ 6 deadly and 1d12 bleed(instead of 1d6) on crit

And comes back with it again 1d20 + 16 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 16 + 1 = 36 for 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (3, 3) + 4 = 10 and 3d6 ⇒ (5, 6, 5) = 16 precision // plus 1d8 ⇒ 1 deadly and 1d12 bleed(instead of 1d6) on crit

"I think that was pretty close to your spleen. In any case, it was an arterial strike. You may want to sit down and let me take a look at it before you bleed to death." Banjae says, her even and calm demeanor being all the creepier for her words.

1d20 + 17 ⇒ (19) + 17 = 36 Escaped!
Banjae moves adjacent to Red, outside the tentacles.

Banjae lashes out with her rapier 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19 methinks that's a miss

Flat Check DC 5 1d20 ⇒ 6 to draw rapier.
Escape Attempt 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (8) + 17 = 25 fails,
Flat DC5 for somatic 1d20 ⇒ 3 tries to cast shield, failing as the tentacles restrict her.

Banjae moves up next to Aarius and lets fly with an electric arc between yellow and red.

6d4 + 4 ⇒ (1, 2, 4, 1, 4, 2) + 4 = 18
Save DC 27 Reflex for half

"They're working very hard to create a false front. Most everything in here is fake, probably including them. They may be tougher than they look." Banjae calls out.

Can't fail that DC.

"Of course. Where else would Cassomir be?" Banjae smiles. "Now, let's see what we can find in this room, shall we?"

Banjae "Takes the Case" on Lord Gyr, hoping to separate out clues about him in the room, and begins searching,

Banjae works on attempting to activate the wardrobe.

1d20 + 19 ⇒ (19) + 19 = 38 Arcane

"Again, do we want to activate it and see where it goes or leave it for now? I would make the small assumption that where Lord Gyr went lies on the other side of the wardrobe." Banjae says, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet.

"Teleportation, likely." Banjae nods. "Probably how Lord Gyr left without being seen. Question being do we try to follow or try other means?"

Banjae wraps up her examination of the room.

Gotta be careful of wardrobes. They can lead to different worlds.

Banjae hands the papers out to the others. "Please examine these thoroughly. Look for any indications of particularly low or high taxes, items that seem out of the ordinary, or encoded messages. Also, if someone could please ask the cleaning lady to confirm that they are in Lord Gyr's handwriting, There was a spell here to alter memories. Perhaps it was simply to keep details of private transactions fuzzy, or perhaps it was designed to keep someone from realizing the papers are fakes."

Banjae then searches the desk, the bed, the wardrobe. As she moves between each, she examines the floor. After, she searches along the walls. Finally, she does her best to inspect the ceiling.

"My dear, we've hardly even begun. Heh. Finished, how amusing." Banjae chuckles softly as she finishes, examining the papers that were so important they needed to be trapped. She knew better than to let her guard down, looking through the stack with gloved hands and a wary eye.

Banjae smiles. A trap means secrets and secrets mean clues. She speaks calmly. "There is a trap here. Best to stay back." She examines the trappings with a keen eye and removes a set of tools from a small pouch at her waist, allowing time for the others to back away if they wish.

Using a combination of tools, arcane signals, and her vast knowledge of both, she attempts to disable the trap.

Thievery 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (12) + 23 = 35

Banjae smiles. "Thank you." Looking towards her newfound companion, she says "If you don't mind, I'd like to enter first, so the room is the least disturbed. Give me a minute to prepare my senses,"

Bajae is taking the case on the room.

Banjae begins by examining the door thoroughly and then gently opens it, searching the room with her eyes before entering. Once she is satisfied with a visual examination, she enters for a closer look.

"It's a logical place to check. Also, to look for people of interest to the case." Banjae agrees wit a nod.

Society 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (9) + 21 = 30 W.S.
Society 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (2) + 21 = 23 B.N.
Society 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (14) + 21 = 35 L.D.

"And is there any way we can examine his last known location?" Banjae inquires. "Not meaning any offense, but I find that what others find sometimes seemingly meaningless to be some of the best clues to a mystery."

Banjae's gaze falls appraisingly over each of them as they enter. Her eyes flicker a bit as they wash over Orvin's staff. "Very pleased to make your acquaintance, Orvin Bloodsinger. I see your staff is of Thassilon. Been fascinated with the empire for awhile now, but haven't actually found the time to pick up the language. Probably should add that to my to-do list."

Banjae shifts from foot to foot, a twinkle in her eye showing her excitement at a new mystery. The gnome woman dresses splendidly in a pristine blue suit trimmed with bright red and gold trim. A shock of red hair matching both the trim and the feather in her hat frames her face wildly. A basket-hilted rapier lies in a scabbard on her left side, and a gauntleted hand rests easily on it. She extends her bare right hand in greeting. "Well met. Name is Banjae. Banjae Roldo." she offers to the other strangers.