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"I'm going in! Look out for that arrow-shooty one! Something tells me we'd be in for a bad day if we got hit with that!" Bramble moves forward, taking cover behind the wall while positioning himself to strike.

Stride, Strike, Strike, both Strikes at #1

Attack Roll #1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Damage Roll #1: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Attack Roll #2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Damage Roll #2: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Bramble holds a torch in one hand and his rapier in the other, ready to enter the cave.

Gasping from the wound, Bramble chugs a minor elixir of life to relieve the pain.

Elixir: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Seeing victory in sight, Bramble jabs quickly at the remaining bloodseeker!

Attack Roll #1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Damage Roll #1: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Attack Roll #2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Damage Roll #2: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Attack Roll #2: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (2) - 3 = -1
Damage Roll #3: 1d6 ⇒ 4

"Ack, I can't hit these stupid bugs!" Bramble yells as he stabs wildly. When the bloodseeker flies in his face, he screams, "Ahhhhhhh! Help!"

I'm very sorry for my prolonged absence. I will do better to keep up with the game moving forward.

"Leave her alone, you dang bugs!" Bramble rushes forward and draws his shield and rapier, ready to fight.

Stride, Interact to draw shield, Interact to draw rapier

Bramble lifts his boots from the sucking mud, making a face of disgust. "Well, isn't this the gross place. Yuck!" He swats at the mosquitos as he squints through the swamp, trying to find the way.

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

"Mmm, I'd love a cupcake!" Bramble clasps his hands eagerly.

"Whoa, hold on, driver buddy! I'll get you out"

Athletics: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Seeing Max and Zallarra hop on, Bramble grimaces and follows in suit. "Oh boy, here we go!" He deftly hops on halfling feet toward the carriage.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

Bramble shakes the water from his hair. "Yuck!" He considers the chant. "Seems to be some sort of religious chant. Can't make out the words though..."

"Wait, please!" Bramble reaches after the man, then stops. "We just arrived to town, and we're just trying to help."

"I'm sorry that others have been bothering Mordha. We will respect her privacy and her need for a bit of solitude and respite in these trying times. Could you maybe help us? We just want to know what's going on Any information would help us get to the bottom of this."

"Hey, Haru! Nice to meet you and Peaches. Can I pet him?" Bramble smiles. "We're here to help with the bug problem, is all. Any information would be greatly helpful, really."

Diplomacy to Request: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

"I know only to cure my problems with drink and dance! I don't know how to cure with ACTUAL medicine!" Bramble draws his rapier and eyes the bloodseekers above, ready to fend them off.

Bramble perks up at the brandy. "This is truly the good stuff! Cayden's blessings on you, and on me apparently!" He sighs at the price and opens a pocket, freeing mosquitoes that buzz sadly. "Unfortunately I'm short on dough. Next time, though!"

A shiver runs down Bramble's spine, and even the brewery's spirits can't lift his. He morosely gulps down some drink. "Ah, thank you for the drink. Cayden's blessings on you and all that. You must be Rosa Hart. Can we help you escape? This is no place for the honored of Cayden Cailean to stay!"

He then nudges the others and let's them know a grave whisper as to not alert Rosa. "Uh, folks, I think I misplaced the doll... Or lost it? Or something. It's gone! My pack was secure! It's gone. GONE!"

Bramble wanders over to the miner and stands with Gaz, trying to get a closer look at the doll. Trying to see what the doll looks like, and maybe make out any writing if I can.

”Well, that wasn’t very nice of you, was it?” Bramble frowns, then perks up at the mention of the brewery. He turns to Zallara. ”The inn seems like as good a place as any to start! Also could be fun!”

"Witchdunk Tank? RAD! I love it!" Bramble considers his floppy, dark hair. "I guess now's a great a time as any for a haircut! I'll take you up on that offer, Galia!" He winks at the barber. "And a side of beet juice."

As he prepares for his haircut and Galia mentions Smine, Bramble responds. "Yes, we're here to free you from this mosquito scourge. Ol' Holgie—what a guy!—sent us."

"Thanks for the shelter, Galia! Witchdayz sounds like a lot of fun, maybe! What sorts of things would you get up to in that fest? Games? Food? BEER?"

A shiver runs through Bramble's being. "Oh criminy. Well, I guess someone has to carry this dang thing." Bramble stares hard at the doll, its unblinking painted eyes staring back. "I hate it so much! But this burden I will carry for you, my dear friends. I'll grant you freedom from this terrible thing!" Bramble stashes the witch doll in a large pocket in his backpack.

Bramble rubs his chin in thought. "Hmm, I don't think we can take the forge with us! But I'm happy to give 'em the ol' stabby stab when the time comes!" Bramble pantomimes his classic jaunty rapier stab.

"Well, I guess I'm ready as I'll ever be for this nightmarish boat ride!"

Bramble shudders at Smine's briefing, then looks at the doll. "A creepy thing for a creepy tale, huh! Any reccs on how to fight off those nasty buggers?"

"Ha HA! This place is TOO MUCH FUN!" A rambunctious halfling, black hair and slight of build, comes twirling into the smithy, accidentally bumping into the stoic workers. "Oh, sorry, sorry! No hard feelings, yeah?"

Bramble freezes when he sees the others gathered around the stern venture-captain. "Oh, cripes! Err... hi there! My name is Bramble, Bramble the Brave! Loyal champion of my boy Cayden Cailean, to whom I dedicate my life to in the noble pursuit of... freedom for one and all!" Bramble fist pumps, then runs over to the refreshment table. His eyes grow wide at the food and wider at the cider. Oh boy, I'm FAMISHED!" He then bashfully turns back to the venture-captain. "Sorry, I suppose I'm here to report for duty. It will be AWESOME working with you!" He beams at everyone in turn.

Society: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (20) + 0 = 20 huzzah!

"Oh yeah, that place. Bramble shudders in agreement with Gaz.

Player Name: Adrian Ng
Character Number: 258889-2001
Earn Income: Urban Lore: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Faction Boon Slotted: Horizon Hunters Champion
Free Items from Schools (1 Scrolls, 2 Swords): lesser leaper's elixir
Other Boons Slotted: n/a