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"I'm fine, Daniel", says Belo, breathing hard. "Is everyone okay?"

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11
Sadly Belo is too involved with his attacker to notice Hector and the grimores in peril.
With Death but moments away, Belo takes another 5-foot step away from his attacker, and casts his last cure light wounds on himself,
Cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
for only minor heal.
Damn!

ROUND TWO

Gods damn! This attacker will not let up. Either he dies, or I die!
Pulling his dagger from it's scarbard on his belt, Belo attempts to thrust up and drive his dagger into the attacker's neck.
dagger: 1d20 ⇒ 13 if attack was successful,dagger dmg: 1d4 ⇒ 3

ROUND ONE

"Ahh! Adulteri!"

"Radriel, I've forgotten where you told us you where from, but here in Ustalav, we wait for the first question posed to be answered before jumping in with other", said Belo in a haughty tone.

Belo sits back and his chair and ponders. "Kendra, by what means did you attempt to communicate with your father's spirit?"

Belo seems to be lost in his memories. Ahh, the study. Hello, old friend.

"My name is Belo Flavatsky, from..Cesca." Belo hopes the sherriff will not recognize the name or know anything about Cesca other than it's a town in Varno. Belo absentmindedly smooths some raindrops from his armor.

Belo nods at Radriel's suggestion.

When there is a lull in the conversation, Belo steps forward to say his farewell. Professor Petros Lorrimar was a great man. As dear a friend to me as I've ever known. A seeker of knowledge and a steward of others to seek out knowledge. Through his friendship, Petros Lorrimar made these lands not so bleak, which is a tremendous feat in itself. As well as being one of Ustalav's leading scholars, not too many knew that Petros Lorrimar was a man of great faith. He believed, as I do, looking toward the mourning visage of Kendra, that Death is not the end, but a new beginning, as Pharasma would allow us to met again in the Afterlife. Goodbye my friend. For now."
Belo steps back to let others say their peace.

"Agreed. Daniel," said Belo. He then turned to Hector and said, "Thank you for the meal, sir."

Daniel turns to belo.

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"Oh", said Belo. "Yes. My 'curse' for lack of a better word, only allows me to understand and speak Celestial in stressful situations, which did not endear me to my debate teacher in school", Belo smirks.

Huh, I can understand them again."I'm not sensing anymore undead in the area." I like the Deputy's idea," says Belo as he wipes the rain from his eyes. "I'm just gonna go back in the inn and grab my backpack."

Belo casts detect undead to see if any more of the restless dead linger.

"Exspecto! Daresare bolape omnes tastax?"

Since the remaining skeleton is pressing his attack against Radriel, Belo cast guidance on Radriel once more.

Round 6

Stepping over the skeletal remain, Belo reaches out to Radriel and says, "Emna. Oi ut auxilium."

Belo, the red outlined ones are already dead (well, no longer undead...) and at least one of the ones threatening you already used its round 5 AoO on me... so, you might be ok... also, it looks like you could 5' step to the square to Radriel's left (where the destroyed/red-outlined skeleton is) and safe cast without any rolls... if the GM will let you switch your action, since you misunderstood the map

If that is the will of Bone Man, Belo take a 5-foot step backward and casts cure light wounds on himself. Cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8, healing himself back to full hp. Yaa! Belo lives..for now.

Round 5

The gash in Belo's left pectoral he received from the skeleton is quiet severe. Belo quickly looks around to find he is surrounded by angry undead, so retreating to heal his wounds isn't an option right now, Belo thinks.

"Damn it" Belo thinks. I'm a not a fighter, and I don't have what it takes. I'm sorry, mother..father. I'll miss you. Wait! Maybe I can retreat to heal. Quarterfaux Athletisc training, don't fail me now.

Belo attempted to flip backward 15 feet between the two benched tables to heal next round.
Arcobatics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

And..Belo might be dead.

Zagathoth wrote:

i mostly post from my phone, so I can't update the map very often... I should already be 30' farther forward than I look after last round... It seems like maybe I should have provoked an AoO somewhere in there...

The deputy finishes moving cautiously to the door. Looking back, he calls to Hector, "small one, with me! That little knife is worthless against skeletons but we might find a use for it yet!" Then he swings the door open.

ok so i have moved you and you would have had two Aoo as you did move so

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As Carter tries to get out the front door the two undead take a swing at him the first one is destroyed by Vishnya before it can attack him but the second one get a glancing blow on Caters back as he ran by.

Vishnya its still round 5 so ill just use that as your round 6 action ok?

Deputy Randall Carter {has moved closer to the door.}
Radriel Shadowsbane {flurry of blows no hits ^_^}
Daniel Valiros {attacked last round}
Hector Lindenbrook {robot safely follows Carter}
Vishnya Mallick{attacked and destroyed a skeleton}
Belo Flavatsky {was attacked}
The hateful undead{all attacked Belo }

Little confused, does this mean Belo has an action in this round 5?

Belo is trying to understand what the others are saying, but can't understand them. Belo's Oracle's Curse prevents him from understanding anything other than Celestial in combat. Belo gathers his courage and says under his breath, "Licuit! T vultus ts pu adagita ol!

Belo moves to a defensiable position between two tables and proclaims, "Niis Receptui, foeda gah!! Reditum adagita Pharasma's Coemeterium bvtmonin das elasa venit!!"

Belo hears the scream and follows the others downstairs.

Seeing that his "patient" will not cooperate, Belo walks calmly to the center of the room, closes his eyes and concentrates, despite the ruckus.
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17 to see if Belo can locate the invisible being within the room.

"I did hear something enter the room," said Belo. Turning his attention back to his patient, Belo asks, "Daniel, do you need any additional healing? I can cast a cure spell if you are in need of one."

After Belo open's his Healer's Kit to minster to Daniel's jaw, he quickly checks to see if the door is closed.
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
After making sure the door is secure, Belo, under his breath, invokes Pharisma and the spirit world, to cast guidance on Daniel.
After the orision, Belo applies his knowledge of the healing arts by way of the Healer's Kit. Heal: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

Belo nods and helps to wipe off the mud. "Once we get him inside, I'll be able to tend to his wounds..privately".
Strength: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (8) + 0 = 8 to see if Belo can assit in bring Daniel inside once cleaned.
And it looks like Belo is no help moving Daniel.

Belo runs after Daniel, only stopping momentarily to grab his Healer's Kit from his backpack.
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29 to see if Belo can find Daniel in the rain.
If Belo finds Daniel, he makes a Heal check to see if he needs medical attention. Heal: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

" I can relate, Daniel.", said Belo knowingly, and offers his hand to Daniel. "Belo Flavatsky".

Belo lets out a exasperated sigh, and nods at the scarred man, thankfully Deputy Carter has done his part to deflect the conversation, as Belo was beginning to feel the Tongues come upon him. Belo takes this moment to compose himself, and let the moment pass.

Just as he was to accept the kind offer from the deputy, Belo was interrupted by the man Deputy Carter pointed out earlier. When the armored man by the fire said 'Hope you didn't bring any spirits to this town', Belo instinctively cringed. Belo quickly looked around the table, hearing the telltale sound of chairs scraping on the wooden floor being hastily vacated.
That Idiot! He's gonna get me hung in the city square for sure!
With a quick clearing of his throat, Belo turns to the deputy and says "Pardon Me."
With that, Belo quickly rises from his chair to meet the uncouth man by the fire. Maybe I can stop him from spouting about the spirits before the damage becomes too great.
Belo then walks over to the armored man by the fire, kneeing down to get in close with him and whispers, "What are you trying to do? Get me burned at the stake!! One does not speak of 'bringing spirits into town' in mixed company, much less within Ustalav's borders!!

At the mention of the man by the fire, Belo looked at the armored man, distinguishing him from the other patrons, as if noticing him for the first time.
Belo turned back to the white armored man across the table. "Interesting deduction." Belo's demeanor turned from intrigued to somber. "He was more than a friend.
He helped a scared young boy through some pretty dark days. Shaking himself our of his memories, Belo said, "I'm sorry. Please excuse my manners. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Belo Flavatsky.

"I'm sorry." said Belo. "Have we met?" Belo ponders the gentleman before him. How would he know about Professor Lorrimor?

Placing the gold coin back in his pouch, Belo moved toward the large stone mantle of the fireplace, noticing a nearly full cloak rack near the fire.

Oh, that's good thinking. Putting the cloaks near the fire to dry. Very thoughtful. Finding an empty ped on the rack, he removed his wet cloak to reveal his semi-wet brown armored coat underneath.

After a few moments warming his hands by the fire, Belo turns to walk to the table, noticing the distrustful eyes of the people at the table.

Ah, Ustalavian hospitality. How I missed you., thought Belo sarcastically.

The other diners moved to make way for Belo to sit (almost too much room to be considered polite), but this is something the young scholar has gotten used to, especially when he living in Cesca. As he sat down, Belo Flavatsky could tell no one was in a mood for conversation, so he thought, Well, I might as well take advantage of the quiet table to do get in some light mediation before my stew arrives.

And with that, Belo closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing to bring himself to a passive mediative state, nothing too deep as to make himself unaware of his surroundings.

Is this what you mean? Belo Flavatsky

Wonderful to be here.