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Barlor did no such thing. Is that what that strikethrough is supposed to mean? I had wondered as it just sort of came upon him one day. I assure you he is still alive and kicking (Ing, usually).

Have it. Thanks!

Yeah, thanks for running! I'm also pleased with how things turned out.

I'm good with that.

I'll chip in for Laszlo's restoration either way.

We can take care of Daegros, but I would think that counter to the interests of the society. But whatever you guys want to do I will support.

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"Figurin' one of you lyin' scumballs can go up there 'n tell Rozimus and the others that the time lock is close to collapsin'. That Vuzzin woman ought to scurry on back to keep herself from goin' to dust, wouldn't ya say?"

PFS # 37563-2
Profession Farmer: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Barlor looks to Pai and nods slightly, fairly sure that this is indeed the plan, but also a bit confused by all the arcane goings-on.

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Fine by me. But I think this is going to start cutting into my pig farming time.

Indeed. I think it best to either:
1) Go back to town now (since we don't seem to be in a hurry) and get them fixed up
2) Finish before 24 hours and then get Lazslo patched up pronto (leaving us short a person until that time)

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"I don't even know how tah fix what happened to you." Barlor admits, shaking his head. "We'd better git you to town soon, find us a right proper priest."
He pauses for a moment, looking in his hat and scratching at something. "Er, uh, sorry Maddie."

"Fella just crumpled like a dry leaf."

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Ha! Boom baby!
"Yarn't so scary as ya think, Tor Gan!" Barlor mocks as he clubs at lightning speed.
club: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 17, damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 2) + 4 = 7
club: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 7 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 16, damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (3, 2) + 4 = 9

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will: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 9 + 2 = 23

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in that case, +2 to those attacks and -1 damage

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Barlor moves closer and continues his assault.
club: 1d20 + 7 - 2 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 7 - 2 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 13, damage: 2d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (5, 4) + 4 + 1 = 14
club: 1d20 + 7 - 2 + 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 7 - 2 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 14, damage: 2d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6, 2) + 4 + 1 = 13
Assuming prayer and haste are still active. Assuming bless is not. Assuming shaken still. 3 rounds left on shillelagh by my count.

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Sorry, didn't have much time to update while at an out-of-state wedding. Will try to update tonight.
Also, crap.

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Barlor, feeling hasty again, delivers two quick blows.
superclub: 1d20 + 7 - 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 7 - 2 + 1 + 1 = 18, damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 1) + 4 = 11
superclub: 1d20 + 7 - 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 7 - 2 + 1 + 1 = 8, damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (3, 5) + 4 = 12

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maybe it's slip-on

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Will: 1d20 + 9 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 9 + 2 + 1 = 22
Barlor is greatly unsettled, though perhaps more by his teammates' reactions than any actual spell effect.
Ing will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
With even his trusted boar on retreat, Barlor moves in to take care of business.
superclub: 1d20 + 7 - 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 7 - 2 + 1 + 1 = 21, damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 3) + 4 = 13

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I played it day of. Otherwise I would.

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Barlor throws two stones.
Stone: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 7 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 - 4 = 22, Damage: 2d6 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (1, 1) + 2 + 3 = 7
Stone: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 - 4 = 17, Damage: 2d6 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (2, 3) + 2 + 3 = 10
"Let's mess it up!"

Barlor passes his club to his off hand, casting a spell on some sling stones in his pocket and pulling one out.
Magic Stone

"I thought we were in it." Barlor says, scratching his head.

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"Huh. Well, best start lookin' for him. He can't have gone far. Probably went to destroy the time lock himself. That's what I'd do."

Barlor casts Faerie Fire where the apprentice once stood, hoping to outline him with dancing flames.

Barlor uses his wand to charge up his club before putting it away again. He hangs back, ready to move into the battle if needed.
Ayaki and Akuma in front? They probably have this.

Also, *I* still don't think we should break the time lock. That will, as I understand it, destroy all of the secrets preserved herein, and I assume that the Society might want to actually study some of them.
As for prep, I'll just carry my wand of Shillelagh in my buckler hand.

I can't remember which room, so I don't know if I should go bear or not. Too much squeeze?

I'll draft my battle prep tomorrow.

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"I don't think we ought to be breakin' any time lock, but seein' about this Togrin seems smart to me."

Classic Pathfinder move: in midst of negotiations, declare team huddle. I'm sure anyone who's heard of the Society knows that this is what they do.

Point 1: time lock is crucial for studying the important stuff here.
Point 2: all 3 of these guys should probably die. But I like this guy the most.
Question: can we save the time lock while killing the apprentices?

Barlor hangs back in case he needs to do some surprise clubbing.
That is, hitting with a club.

I think back in "Disappeared" we set Ing loose in the kitchen as a distraction. Ah, those were the days.

Nobody else really has Acro to speak of.
Barlor waits just beyond the curtain, in case he needs to rush through.

Figure Laz better pop open that door and go nuts. 'Less Turg wants to summon stealth-rats first.

We're both a flat d20 roll. But there is always a nat 20.

Ing probably can't manage it. I've been meaning to boost his acro so he can jump onto rooftops and attack from the skies. But alas, priorities.

Barlor suddenly flashes back to the time Laszlo was nearly killed by an icy trap higher up in the dungeon.
Hope Lazler knows what he's doin.

Barlor looks at Ing, who doesn't have hands. "Don't get mad at me fer this..." he says as he reaches for the boar's small tail.

"If that makes more sense to ya."

"Err..." Barlor checks himself. "We could go back 'n git a few."

"Well at least it isn't just me that doesn't get anything goin' on here."
Barlor kicks Ing. "You ready, pig?"

"Just goin to leave that other fella back there? Doesn't strike me as the nice kind." Barlor ruminates.

"Yep." Barlor nods at Pai. "Now lets find me somethin to whack."

Barlor shrugs.

Barlor nudges Ayaki. "Think that short fella jabbered at ya."

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Barlor shrinks back down into a small, smelly dwarf. "Figure we ought to stay here, case'n that fella up top taken hold by that fella from down here gets ideas about somethin' all magical and complicated."