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"That was nothing. I was there for the Siege on the Wound. Taldans, elves, dwarves and constructs fighting against cultists, demons, and half-fiends. That was metal. Lost a lot of good soldiers that day.". 5-24 assault on the wound. 7514-12

You may use mine. I did not use it during the adventure

Jobs are not metal.
7514-12

Well, we're leaving this room at least, since it seems fully explored. Pretty much the only thing to do would be for someone to try and operate the mirror. (Not a particularly Beltin thing to do, but maybe the noooome wants a go?)

We did pass by a wing of the complex, so we'll poke our head in there on the way out. And get as many slaves out as we can on the way out.

"Shiny. So, we get the case, stuff the mirror in it and leave? Take a few poor souls with us and get gone."

Did we miss something? Our goal was to get the spymaster and the mirror. The spymaster is gone, so we grab the mirror. The books and map are of course useful in lieu of the spymaster.

"So, do we want to take this thing with us? Maybe after sending the rest of the pups whimpering home and seeing to the slaves?"

perception, +3 if visually based, auto-fail if sound: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23 So 26 if visual

Beltin strikes out at the witch, hoping to gain her undivided attention.

1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 8 + 1 = 10
1d10 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Ewww. Oooh, as a side note are any of them recognizable as followers of Lamashtu (holy symbol or the like)?

"Burn doggies!" the oracle growls, waving his sword menacingly while summoning a gift from Iomadae herself.

concentrate to cast defensively: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
blistering invective, intimidate to demoralize 30' radius: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
fire: 1d10 ⇒ 10 plus shaken as per demoralize
flex 15 or catch them doggie hairs on fire

I am away on vacation through Sunday the 5th, with unknown internet connectivity. Bot as necessary. Just remember... always be metal!

oh sorry, I had a misunderstanding. R is the special gnoll, and C is the chief? I'd like to cancel the silence and go to AQ20 instead (double move)

Khamul, there is a bless bonus on the scorching ray. your confirmation number is 12, not 11

Beltin stops and knocks the side of his head with his fist for a few moments - he's suddenly developed a distinct, metallic ringing in his ears. He gets a sudden bolt of inspiration, and casts silence on a holy symbol of Idomedae, and then moves up close to Chau. He suddenly feels very peaceful.

Cast and move to AP14. Beware: silence 20' radius emanation, centered on Beltin's bottom right square.

Beltin casts lead blades before heading upstairs. He can't really make out what's going on, but he knows a fight when he lip reads one.

As hostilities rise he calls upon the blessing of the metal.

+1 morale to attacks and saves vs. fear

He closes toward the battle AK 14

Beltin falls to his knees. I have received a vision from... The Metal. I saw a sea of blue lights, and they came together and made a sign. And the sign said "Desmirie". Whoa, peoples!"

intz: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Did anyone have any insight from their knowledge roles/previous adventures played?

1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

"Brother Djinn, I bet this babe is way smart... but smart babes do stupid things, sometimes. Like, maybe choose a really easy password. Maybe a pet, or family."

Would you like me to roll, or would you like to use my reroll? I think technically we're not supposed to use rerolls on others.

"I don't think your mistress is a nice Lady. So I think maybe you're bound here against your will, brother? Is there like, some magic lamp somewhere we could give a shine and set you free?"

planes on genies and other rockin' planar creatures: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Beltin squints as he reads Khamuls lips. "Hey brother, I think they should just wait for us. I mean, the desert is nasty, but I think the swim to get off the island is pretty rough too. Lets go bash some more gnoll skulls in! Yip, yip, yip! And, ummm, find the mirror."

Whenever the group is ready, he'll lead on deeper into the fortress.

I've got the healin' feelin - wand!: 3d8 + 3 ⇒ (4, 5, 4) + 3 = 16

Beltin runs like a god! A god of thunder winding to and fro on the back of an endless, world spanning serpent as he seeks the head of the beast. And like lightning the light glints off the vast expanse of his shining armor as he moves across the room, blinding those foolish enough to stare directly at the prophet of metal. His yellow hair streams wildly and thrill of battle is in the deep, crystal-blue depths of his wild eyes. The sword in his hand eagerly sings its ringing song, and the words are those of whetting its perfectly sharp edge with wicked blood. Beware, scion of evil, the end days of battle and death have come early, and the form they have taken is... Beltin.

Circuitous double move to P7

Beltin takes a final swing at the foe.
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

AC 21, with the penalty for hasty donning.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The pain focuses Beltin and he becomes lost in the moment of battle...

same gnoll (BR1): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Beltin steps into the gap G7 and swings!

on one enora didn't target: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

My SoF is +2 deflection, btw

Beltin slaps Khamul and Truk on the shoulder, giving each a righteous shield of faith before the door opens.

If its ok, I'll call it armor donned hastily, otherwise I'll just stick with the loincloth.

"Hey Khamul. Are we need right now? Or do we have time to gear up before we play?" Beltin asks. He swings his sword as he talks in a rather extravagantly lazy arc, as much to warm up his muscles as to study the shiny metal blade.

If there is time, he'll try to retrieve his armor and get a fellow captive to help him suit up. Otherwise, he'll happily cast shield of faith on himself and Truk before they seek out combat.

Beltin glance over at the commotion. "Eh? Whats going on? Does this mean it's time to play?" Beltin undoes the clever latches on his binding and extracts the cleverly hidden miniaturized sword within. He'll immediately speak the command word and proceed to cleave through the lock - the starmetal blade should easily cut through the lock.

adamantine longsword, two-handed: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
adamantine longsword, two-handed: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

ah, so you did. Too many spoilers.

Perhaps feral and enora were waiting to answers to the questions posed to the "chief slave"?

I read lips, not tremors!

Edit: at least not until 15th level :)

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16 (auto-fail sound; +3 on visually-based check, -4 on opposed checks)

Beltin grumbles loudly at Truk's negatory. Conveniently, focused on Truk he fails to hear the dronings of the sycophant, and only turns around in time to catch the bit about staying out of the heat. He looks confused. "Uh, ok man. That seems pretty obvious." Beltin looks the overseer and the other three slaves over. "Hey friends, my name is Beltin. Kind of a bummer being poked and prodded by dog people; I feel you, folks. Listen, you wouldn't have happened to see a veiled lady-dude, or maybe a big, fancy mirror? We heard them when we learned about this place, and we were kind of curious."

diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Beltin rubs his nose, bored. He looks over to Truk. "Think it's time yet?"

fort: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Beltin whistles merrily as he travels - although his white skin, not frequently exposed to the rays of the sun, begins to turn a rather colorful pink.

assumedly to aid or hinder her escape

"Whoa, she's stealing our scene!" Not willing to be outshone by a pipsqueak, Beltin begins raging against his bonds (although careful not to actually break aid bonds), thrashing his head and howling like a madman.

bluff to distract?: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15 (auto-fail sound; +3 on visually-based check, -4 on opposed checks i.e. stealth)]
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

common knowledge only: 1d20 ⇒ 18 => 10.

"Oh yeah, weather and stuff that can be rough. Step on the wrong gods toes and *bam* - nobody is eating this year."

Once he realizes someone is trying to speak to him he looks and smiles broadly. "Hey little one! Nice to meet you. I could ask you the same thing, little one, how did you get caught? You look too small and clever to let some dumb gnoll lay a hand upon you."

He grins. "Ain't no jail cell born that can hold a determined soul. I'll find my way out. I bet a pretty lady like you knows all sorts of secrets 'bout the folks who run this place."

Beltin diplomatically circumvents the questions, not wanting to blow his cover so soon.

diplomacy to be charming.: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

4d20 ⇒ (3, 10, 19, 1) = 33 - aid on Enora and Khamul

Are we aiding Zirt in her work or doing our own?

Hey, if any of the Nulls are Lamashtans, let me know know Red.

Zirt, maybe you could get someone who speaks Gnoll to cast share language on you for a small fee :)