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Baraxx belches in pleasure as the kick, well, kicks in.

Baraxx is happy to sample the mystery meat stew, slopping it down happily. "Good! Needs a little more spice though."

Baraxx is a fish out of water in this strange city he's only been to once. I think he'd either tag along with anyone who might offer, or he'd wander off, get lost, and probably break something or someone.

Baraxx grunts, "Still sounds fun. I guess when you've stood in a shield wall facing down a Tanar'ri charge it doesn't seem so hard. Just keep killing until they run out of bodies or you die. Simple."

Looking down at his whiskey for a few moments, "Maybe you could draw him out somehow? Just a few warriors and this Shrow-whats-his-name?"

"At least it doesn't sound boring."

Baraxx grunts over his whiskey, "Sometimes, sure, but there are plenty of Baatezu to take it out on. And even if I do they'll just come back eventually. I think. That's what they said about us anyway." he mumbles, then fades as the vengeful catgirl continues.

"So, lets go kill him. What's a Doomguard? They fight well? Can I kill a bunch of them?" he ends on a hopeful note.

Baraxx listens with some interest and even some ... sympathy? While Rinika talks.

When she's finished he looks strangely subdued as he responds slowly.

"That reminds me of .. the hole. I was raised for a single purpose, fodder for the Blood War. A whole town, or maybe a camp is more apt, devoted to raising half bloods to go to war. We fight, its good, we die, our corrupted souls just get sent back to the grinder. Overall, pretty fun, lots of stuff to fight and kill, rarely boring.

I liked the fighting pit more. Punishment that was also reward." he finishes with a little bit of a grin and a far away look.

Shaking himself out of memory, he drains his glass, and orders more whiskey, upbeat and smiling once again. "Oh, and more of that roasted meat!"

Baraxx frowns at the sod for a moment, then answers "Uh, no thanks. I'm going to need to order whatever that meat is cooking right there." he adds before suiting task to words and ordering cooked meat to go with his whiskey.

Baraxx barks in laughter at Creednen's frown and gives him the location of the rat massacre anyway, to the best of his ability.

"Gotta say, them rats be chopped pretty good though, hope you can make do with all the bits and bobs."

As the crew gets to Poor Sod's the half-fiend's grin widens even more, "I like this place." he comments as they enter.

Upon his eventual turn to order a drink, he asks for whiskey But sadly not the won from solving a logic puzzle kind, just the regular kind.

Baraxx shrugs and grins, ”Second best idea I’ve heard today! First was those rat things decision to give me a workout, short as it was.” he replies cheerfully as he trundles along with the group, tail swishing and huge grin on his face.

Baraxx flicks a few rat pits off of his armor with his tail while listening to Rinika's extensive list of street vendors. "Not really hungry, just curious. Hate to be wasteful." he answers, then pays attention to their strange necromancer and echos his question.

"Yeah, what's with this box?"

Swooping over the swarm, his familiar earthen blade held low Baraxx seems to blur reality as he turns into a tornado of whirling blade and flying rat parts.

When its all said and done and the pieces have fallen to the ground, he stands amongst the wreckage and fleeing rats with a big toothy grin.

"Nice little workout. You sure these things aren't good to eat? There's gotta be a cut or two around here still usable."

Looking over at the wizard and his new friend, "So... this was all about another cat? What's the box for anyway? What's this cat mean? Is this a typical night in this city? Seems fun!"

I wish I had a handy anime clip with the ol' faster than light whirlwind of bladecraft, but its hot, and I'm tired.

The skill seems to call out a single attack for all in reach, especially since it calls out if it crits, it only applies to the first, rather than rolling for all targets in range. At least by my reading

Use a resolve for a reroll
Will, DC 17: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28
Will, DC 17: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

Grinning a wide grin now that something more interesting was finally happening, Baraxx leaps into the air and flys over the rats, kinetic blade already forming in his hand.

Fly 5 feet up and over the center of the swarm, then attack with blade whirlwind

Earth Blast, Overcharge, Primary, Power attack: 1d20 + 13 + 3 + 1 - 3 ⇒ (10) + 13 + 3 + 1 - 3 = 24
Earth Damage, S, Overcharge, Primary, Power Attack: 6d6 + 6 + 5 + 2 + 6 ⇒ (1, 6, 6, 6, 4, 1) + 6 + 5 + 2 + 6 = 43

The attack is for everything in my reach, which should work on a swarm since its AOEish (at least I hope I don't regret not standing out of range till next round to do it with my 15' whip.
My Icon is on the edge of the swarm but I want to be right above them to reach as many as possible, if it makes any difference

Baraxx looks over fascinated at these cranium rat things.

”How do they taste?”

Ominous, and interesting. OPEN THE BOX!!!

I needed it, that level was more complicated than I had thought initially, the overflow now gives bonuses to all of my physical stats if I take 5 burn, which of course I will, so that's -55 HP each day, but a +4 to CON gets 22 right back. Bumps my DR to 7, which isn't half bad. Also the extra DEX means I might need to start considering mithral full plate, I could always take the +4 DEX and get my AC up to 32. Next feat could be combat reflexes, and all the sudden my whip can become an AOO concern for anyone around.

Baraxx stands with the remainder of the group, waiting patiently for ... whatever Lunk was looking for ...

Some box? What box? Who cares, hopefully it opens up and something interesting to fight will jump out

Idly picking up small pebbles and tossing them up in the air and swatting at them with his tail, playing an internal game of "how far can I whack a pebble with my tail".

Ahh, to have a laptop again. How much nice it is to post with an actual keyboard instead of pecking away on my phone.

So hey, i finally got a laptop that should be coming today in the mail. I hope to spend the afternoon while my floor is getting replaced to actually, finally, level and update my character.

”Uh, I can walk around and … kill something?” Baraxx offers.

Baraxx strolls along eying the decor of the slags, mentioning ”Kinda reminds me of home.”

Baraxx eyes the bouncer for some long minute as he’s denied entrance, briefly considering bloody violence and mayhem for the irritation, but shrugs it off.

Turning to Nik and the shamblers he asks, ”Anywhere around here that aren’t stuck up prigs who will serve our kind?”

I don’t have any downtime stuff in mind, drink, carouse, maybe kill someone, if our loot share is enough consider looking for a kinetic diadem. I’ll get my profile and tagline updated tonight when I get home, visiting family this weekend

Spying the city, Baraxx barks in laughter. ”That was a boring trip. First round is on me.” he offers uncharacteristically, privately hoping the group wouldn’t disperse and leave him alone again.

Taran’ri bounty hunters were much less concerning with a decently skilled group of somewhat friendly adventurers near by.

Baraxx gives Nik a dose of the squinty stink eye when he mentions slaughtering things with wings for his undead abominations, or at least the implication thereof.

But only a small dose.

Baraxx lets go of hands and nonchalantly stretches and rubs them through his hair, like he had planned on doing that all along.

He squints surprisedly at the vanishing fairy but shrugs it off as he typically does with all this group's myriad antics.

"Where to now? I suppose that's the task finished." frowning and scratching his ear with his tail, he grumbles "Guess that means I'll need something new to do. Lets get to that big city so I can find someone who needs something interesting done, preferably for coin."

Baraxx just stares up at the sky, awkwardly holding hands and not knowing what a cuddles is.

”Ha!” Baraxx barks out a laugh and short clap at the boom and the mental image. ”That was fun. Though I do wonder if we waited longer if we’d have gotten to fight that thing, looked like it would have made for a good scrap.”

Savi missed her calling as an archaeologist bard (one of my favorite bards)

Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30

Baraxx glares around at the surroundings. ”Something is watching us.” he growls.

Baraxx simply grins at Nik’s comment, showing all his teeth (all 1d6 + 6 damage worth of them)

Gotta say this, I really appreciate this group and DM. Shortly before joining this game I had just, sadly, had a long term group break up and was missing the absolute fun we had (it was also PBP) with the odd characters and the bickering (in character, my bawdy narcissistic cockatrice cavalier loved to tweak our reserved, gawky, naive wizard).

Didn’t imagine I’d find such a solid fun group immediately afterward.

So, thanks all.

”Huh, we’re holding hands now?” Baraxx asks, confused as usual but just going with it, as usual, and also being careful to not crush Savi’s hand while fumbling his shield to his back before grabbing (… hmmm) Nik’s hand.

Baraxx nods appreciatively at Jek’s display of strength.

As the group discusses what to do, the half fiend suggests, ”Want I should just go over there and get it then?”

”Burrow? Do you need to dig? I’m pretty good at digging.” Baraxx answers, pretty confused as to where the ogre went, wondering if she teleported. Also wondering when “he” was coming and if there was going to be a fight. And with how many would he get to fight, and how long would the fight be. And how long was he going to have to wait for a decent fight.

”Wait? No more booze? The humanity! We can’t let that happen!” Baraxx adds, possibly not acting and finally realizing what the heck the group is doing.

Aid Diplol: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (12) - 1 = 11

As Nik stumbles through his story Baraxx coughs slightly, attempting to mask activating his ring’s keyword.

Bluff: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15

But shrugs at her words, and translates her words to the rest of the group.

Baraxx is going to let the necromancer stutter through a terrible lie while focusing on the demon, already preparing to fight.

Since it’s on my mind, can I activate the foe focus ring without obviously starting combat, like whisper the word covered by a cough? Badly, of course.

To the rest of the group, he mutters, soto voce, ”It asked if we also serve Tenebrous, with wizard is saying yes. Poorly.”

Baraxx watches the necromancer do necromancery things then cocks his head at the noise, ”Yes, I hear something. Let’s check it out. I’m bored already.”

Im assuming anyone could roll the perception. I have +15

Standing, Baraxx looks around. ”Well, that’s officially the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. And I was reared by Erinyes.”

Baraxx watches the group give away all of their food, not terribly concerned with his ring and rather indifferent eating habits, as Savi flies up he looks over the things and the bigger thing and considers the horrors and grotesqueties he’d seen on the Abyss, Nine Hells and Gehenna.

”I’ve things more gross, but not many, I’ve seen many things that would drive a normal sentient insane, I don’t doubt, but no… I don’t think you are being judgmental.”

Baraxx floats up out of easy reach and watches all the disgusting things, waiting for the inevitable violence.

Baraxx squints at the small clown maid outfit before nodding, ”I do, could go without the hair and the nose but I guess that’s the point.”

At the mention of drinks for not killing more people, well, any people he sighs. ”Aw, but I didn’t even get to kill anyone. On the other hand, I am thirsty..” he growls, glancing longingly at the surrendered enemies, blades flashing in and out of his hand for a few moments before he sighs dramatically and clumps over to a stool by the bar, slapping his hand on the bar and growling ”whiskey.”

With his high constitution and good fort save I imagine Baraxx can really put away the booze if he wants to

edit, oh crap! I have a +9 will save not 8. I think that might have mattered at some point

edit 2, yep, I’d have hit that second wind madness will save right on the nose

Will: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
Will: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

When Baraxx is able, he floats towards the ground, still laughing, holding his sides, "Baha, did you see how they sucked at stabbing, then Jek.. haha, then the fireball and whatever made the guy do the broken bone dance, haha haha". Feet touching the table as he wipes his eyes, he looks over at the prone bodies, all signs of levity replaced with malice as he looks over the enemies, fallen and surrendered. "Now where's the fool who cast a spell on me." he growls, an obsidian blade forming in his hand, but not the typical straight and sharp blade he prefers, this one is all crooked spiky bits and serrated edges, "I'm going to rip his spine out and feed it to him, or maybe beat him to death with one of his arms, I saw a tannar'ri do that this one time.. "

His tirade is interrupted as he notices the clown and fairy show going on and turns to watch, revenge forgotten by the spectacle and realization of the part his was playing finally working it way into his thick skull, he simply shows his biggest, most tooth filled smile.

Aid Intimidate: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10

good, the image of the half fiend rolling on his “back” in laughter 15’ in the air amuses me

Using Resolve for preroll
Will, Prayer, Sad: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 8 + 1 - 2 = 10
Will, Prayer, Sad: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 8 + 1 - 2 = 12

Baraxx can't help himself and laughs uncontrollably at the uselessness of these thing's pitiful spears and their lack of skill.

Well, that sucks. Do i have to fall to the ground or do i get to keep floating up in the air?

Being large I believe the troll runs through my AOO range

As the troll charges Jek, Baraxx spins in a flash and a flurry, sending his obsidian whip cracking out over the head of the guard minion thing towards the charging troll.

AOO, overflow, case of the sads: 1d20 + 12 + 3 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 12 + 3 + 1 - 2 = 29
Damage, B&P: 5d6 + 5 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (3, 2, 3, 6, 6) + 5 + 5 + 1 = 31

"Try to kill me? Ha!' Baraxx barks as he immediate launches into action, and the sky, getting the fight he had been hoping for. Flitting towards the ceiling of the bar, he moves over the heads of the minion looking things and towards the mouthy bearded human, forming an obsidian whip as he does so. Reaching range, he lashes out.

flying 15' in the air and over to range of the beaded human, attack with kinetic whip. AOO's are possible with this attack

Attack, overflow 3, ensaddened: 1d20 + 12 + 3 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 12 + 3 + 1 - 2 = 22 blasted dice, that's less impressive than I had hoped
Damage, B+P: 5d6 + 5 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (6, 3, 6, 2, 6) + 5 + 5 + 1 = 34

I was hoping our more friendly members with social skills started the conversation as opposed to my extra grumpy dullard who has a charisma deficit

Baraxx peels his lips back in a slight snarl as he takes in the room and it’s inhabitants. Normally he’d be happy for some bub and grub, but his constant crankiness has him feeling less excited at the prospect for a drink.

Looking over the group at the table, he cheers a bit, as this group looks like one that might just decide to let him take some of his irritation out on them, getting his violence on had always cheered him some in the past. Still, with a side eye towards their pacifist fairy, he holds his tongue and doesn’t try to pick a fight, opting instead for a challenging glare around the room.

Will 1: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
Will 1 reroll: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Will 2: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
Will 2 Reroll: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

Burning Resolve apparently pointlessly to re roll my will saves, not sure if its one save a day or what but i have 4 resolve a day

Baraxx walks with the group, increasingly silent and ornery, which is hard to tell except for a greater than normal number of growling snapping is jaws randomly at things that annoy him.

Clearly the winds are betraying him and getting to him.

Works for me, Baraxx has nothing to add. He still doesn’t understand what’s going on, nor does he particularly care :)

Baraxx sways back and forth on his heels, staring at the ceiling and idly picking his teeth with his tail.