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I must have forgotten to up his CMD when he leveled because his base CMD should actually be 18: 10+4(str mod)+1(dex)+3(BAB). Large increases CMD by 1 and strength mod by 1, so it should be 20 at the moment.

Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Berith, slightly off-balance from the intense odor, takes a cautious step forward and swipes at the opening.

Attack with Guisarme (inspire, sickened): 1d20 + 7 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 7 + 2 - 2 = 25
Damage (enlarged, inspire): 2d6 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (4, 3) + 7 + 2 = 16

I always want high on miss chance, if you would prefer to roll it, GM

Miss Chance: 1d100 ⇒ 33

Berith's horse head snorts.

"You clearly noticed that I am currently suffering from injuries. I anticipate you will heal them shortly."

He stretches as he grows larger.

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Now that his woudns have been healed, Berith returns to the fight with more deliberate steps.

Berith double moves at half speed (70 feet with haste) so that he doesn't have to make an acro check.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

"That was most enjoyable. I sincerely hope that happens again."

Climb (sickened): 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 4 - 2 = 14

Berith pulls himself out of the muck. He takes much greater care this time as he moves back to Idemi.

Acrobatics (sickened): 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 - 2 = 20

Fort Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Ah, forgot that. He was going to move 7 squares, so full speed I guess.

"I am fully and completely opposed to this plan." Berith begins making his way back.

Acrobatics (sickened): 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 - 2 = 2

And he trips as he turns around.

You can place him on whichever in whichever square he landed in, GM.

"I am happy to press forward, especially while already injured."

Berith moves up along the middle bridge and swings his guisarme down on the groaning man.

Attack with Guisarme (gnome buffs, haste): 1d20 + 7 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 7 + 3 + 1 = 30
Damage (gnome buffs): 2d4 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 2) + 6 + 3 = 14

Berith's horse head nods. "That sounds like a wonderful plan." He continues into the room.

Map Updated

"I will make sure to destroy all the instruments, Master Idemi."

Berith moves up into a flank with Boge and attempts to trip the stunned man.

Trip with Guisarme (flagbearer, flank): 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 7 + 1 + 2 = 26

"This sounds like a wonderful plan, and I am perfectly pleased to be a part of it."

Berith's hooves clop against the stone as he rides into the room. His horse head gives a side-eyed glance at Jaysin as it rides by.

Berith will be provoking from the baddie

Berith takes up a spot in the corner of the room and--seeing that he does not have the range to use his guisarme--attempts to bite the old man with his horse head.

Since his readied action never triggered, he should still have guidance to use now

Bite Attack (Guidance, Gnome Buffs): 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 1 + 3 = 13
Damage (gnome buffs): 1d6 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 3 = 12

Berith moves up near Jaysin and readies an attack against a hostile target that comes within reach.

Readied Attack with Guisarme (gnome buffs, guidance): 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 7 + 1 + 3 = 25
Readied Damage (gnome buffs): 2d4 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 4) + 6 + 3 = 14

Berith moves in and attacks.

Attack with Guisarme (guidance, gnome buffs): 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 7 + 1 + 3 = 25
Damage (gnome buffs): 2d4 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (3, 1) + 6 + 3 = 13

I remembered your buffs!

Berith moves into the room and attacks the same crazy person as his master.

Attack with Guisarme (inspire, guidance): 1d20 + 7 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 3 + 1 = 21
Damage (inspire): 2d4 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (4, 2) + 6 + 3 = 15

Berith looks to the rest of the party. "You should wait around. He never takes long when he does this. I would be very happy to wait for him and am certainly not far more interested in continuing on."

Oops, Berith forgot that too.

Berith will instead move into the room, provoking as needed, and attack the one furthest to the left. Cant update map, as I'm on my phone atm

Attack with Guisarme: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Damage: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (1, 4) + 6 = 11

"I have no intention of going into that room."

Berith tries to charge into the room.

Berith will attempt to overrun the guard in the doorway. Berith does not have improved overrun, so the guard can choose to take an AoO and suffer the overrun attempt, or he can choose to let Berith past and not take an AoO. I moved Berith to where he would end up. He should provoke a couple of AoOs from the other two guards regardless.

Overrun (if the guard doesn't avoid): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

"You should keep trying to hit me. I won't take it personally, and I won't reciprocate."

Berith steps back and swings his guisarme at the enemy that attacked him.

Attack with Guisarme): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Damage: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (1, 2) + 6 = 9

"You should leave him be. Master Idemi clearly knows what he is doing." While Berith's voice is as monotone as ever, you can almost hear a bit of pleasure in it.

Bluff: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Berith marches up, his hooves clopping against the hard stone. His horse head speaks in deadpan as the "rider" raise his guisarme. "I intend to allow you to remain standing, creature."

Trip Attempt: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 14 = 25

Strength check aid: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

"I have no intention of doing so."

Berith moves over, taking a moment to angle himself properly as his form is not generally conducive to these maneuvers.

Strength Check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Berith's horse head speaks in a completely emotionless, deep voice. "I do not feel vindicated by your sickness in any way."

He continues on into the parlor.

Takes 20 on perception for 34

"I will just sit here." Berith investigates the area, eventually following Floggentop and Boge into the next room.

Berith will take 20 on his perception for 34

Berith is an eidolon with an int of 7, and no ranks of Knowledge (planes) so he doesn't know that :D

The figure standing next to Idemi carves an odd silhouette. An empty suit of halfling-sized black armor with no helmet sits astride a brown pony, holding a guisarme with the butt resting on the ground. At a close inspection, the armor is actually connected directly to the horse, revealing the two to be one and the same creature.

The horse head speaks. The voice is deep and monotonous. "Greetings. My name is Duke Berith. I am a Duke of Hell with 66 legions of demons at my command. I am very pleased to be here, and I especially enjoy my current form."

Bluff: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

I'm not ready.

I have not placed a dot upon this thread, Master Idemi.

Will Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
"They are not pretty at all."

Berith's readied action would have gone off last round because the robot moved up into his threatened area, so he should be able to act again this round.

"I will destroy the enemies in moments, Master Idemi." Berith adjusts five feet to the east, and makes two trip attempts with his normal attack and hasted attack.

Trip Attempt: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
Trip Attempt (Hasted attack): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

"I do not see how an adamantine weapon would make fighting these creatures any easier. I can inflict such great harm upon them as-is."

Berith five-foot-steps back and readies an action to trip the first hostile target that moves within his range.

Trip with Guisarme: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Or maybe he won't trip them....

I take no enjoyment from causing mischief.

Berith snorts, and his horse head seems to frown--as much as a horse could be said to frown--at the question. "I do not remember if fire was effective." He pauses for a moment before speaking again.

"I most certainly do not remember whether weapons not made of adamantine were effective." Berith waves his guisarme at Idemi as he walks further into the room. He moves up and pokes one with his guisarme from reach to see if it reacts.

Map updated with movement.

I am not fine skipping it.

"I think you are correct, Master Idemi, though I would not like to volunteer to test that theory."

Berith withdraws so that he doesn't provoke, traveling through Hawk's square, thinking that he will get healed.

He doesn't know it only works once a round hehe.

"I would very much enjoy to continue fighting these creatures. I do not wish to be healed."

His horse head snorts when he realizes that he hasn't been healed. You can almost hear a note of annoyance on his voice. "I am very pleased that I was not healed for some reason."

"I will not hit them."

He marches up attempts to trip the skeleton on the far right from reach.

Trip: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Berith hooves clop against the ground as he moves up behind Idemi. "The way the Iron Man dispatched the metal creature was not impressive at all. It was not depressing to see a polearm outmatched by a dagger, even one enhanced by electrical magic."

Berith taps the flat of his guisarme against Idemi's arm. "Imagine an adamantine polearm. Not at all like this one, nor wielded by someone as loyal and steadfast as me. Me who struck the creature at least three dozen times before Iron Man did and could have dispatched it with any one of them."

Idemi waves him off, and Berith sighs. His horse head appears to gaze off into the distance. After a beat, he speaks, though his voice seems far away. "I am not imagining myself cleaving through metal monsters by the dozens now."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13 Berith nods at Iron Man's explanation.

Berith's hooves clank against the floor as he moves next to Idemi. Berith points his guisarme at Iron Man's dagger. "See, Master Idemi. Adamantine weapons are not effective at all. An adamantine guisarme would certainly not be far stronger than that pitiful slice of metal."

Berith attacks again.

Attack with Guisarme (flank+guidance): 1d20 + 7 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 7 + 2 + 1 = 27
Damage: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (4, 4) + 6 = 14

Berith speaks again, his voice still as monotone as ever. "You made a very wise decision in buying yourself that belt instead of buying me an adamantine guisarme, Master Idemi. The extra vitality is proving quite helpful for you."

Berith circles around, his eyes never moving from the construct. "You are clearly winning, foe. You should keep going. This will end well for you."

He attacks from reach, now flanking with Iron Man.

Attack with Guisarme (Flank and Guidance): 1d20 + 7 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 7 + 2 + 1 = 24
Damage: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (1, 3) + 6 = 10

Berith's horse head snorts. "I will not follow this instruction. I will utterly annihilate them to the last scrap of essence."

Berith marches up and attacks the construct by Berith with his Guisarme.

Attack with Guisarme: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Damage: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (2, 2) + 6 = 10

I assume that misses

"I am completely and utterly pleased with the outcome of that attack, and wish to perform just as well next time."

I went ahead and put Berith on the map, if that's okay GM.

"I would not be happy to go in first, but I have little choice in the matter." He moves up to the door as the Reverend presses the button.

"I refuse to go down here. You cannot make me."

He follows Tarquin down.

"I will not be on the frontline during the mission." He steps up to the front of the group next to Iron Man.

Berith snorts and taps his hooves. "I am very pleased with my current form, and I greatly regret my actions earlier, and would never think to attempt such an action ever again under similar circumstances."

Berith attempts to sigh, but it comes out as more of a snort from his large horse nostrils. He still speaks in a drone, but he has taken on a clear tone of annoyance as well. He answers after each question, speaking rapidly to try to keep up.
"No."
"No, because I was lying and do not actually have any demons."
"Some demons do radiate fire, yes."
"They will not do what I say because I am not in command of any demons." "You are physically capable of having a small demon, I suppose, but I do not have one to give you."
"I honestly do not know what they eat."
"I have heard that rumor as well, but I have not heard of anything to substantiate it from a reliable source."
"If you have a legion of demons, I don't know why you would care about cleaning up after it, but you probably would have to.""

After Ash's last statement, Berith pauses. The annoyed tone in his voice is gone now.

"You absolutely want a legion of hell. They are very convenient and easy to take care of and are not filthy in the slightest. I can lend you one if you like."
Bluff: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15