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But I get a +3 while raging, and lord knows I'm raging pretty hard right now.

Retard GM. Failed at posting when he had a TPK encounter in the palm of his hand.

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Brynn hunkers her shoulders down and barrels through the small army to get a bead on her target, all the while drawing her shield. When she reaches a few feet away, she begins winding up her mace for a devastating blow.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

Isn't that 50% reduced to 20% while I'm next to him because I've got my Ioun Torch up? I feel like we talked about this.
Edit: "while I'm next to him"

Seeing the effect the holy mace had on the creature, Brynn pauses a moment in order to re-equip herself with her own holy mace and shield.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 (+3 if it's a spell, SLA, or sprntl ability)
Make the save is half damage, yeah?

Brynn shrugs off the magical bolt and immediately charges toward the reanimated threat.

DSP has been pretty busy in his scramble for re-employment, I'm sure he'll be posting later today.

Brynn grits her teeth while wildly slashing at the lich. Seemingly in rhythm with her two swings, she yells to the prisoners, "NO ONE...LISTEN TO IT!" He then shifts his weight to his side, eyeing Master Genbu for the sake of flanking tactics.

Brynn shakes off a seemingly overwhelming dread and her grey eyes glaze over into a calculated battle trance. Brynn only knows to do one thing: charge in and kill.

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

"ALL IN!" Brynn shouts as she begins in, taking the lead of the heroes charging in to save the ninja.

With a 70' movement, I assume I can catch up to the one fleeing?

With a bit of help from magical haste, Brynn catches up to the fleeing soldier and slashes at him.

Reflex 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 (+3 if Spell, SLA, or Supernatural)

Forgot movement speed was at 70' with haste, so I'll charge the commander for sure :)

With a 40' movement speed, can I charge the commander? If not, then one of the others?

Brynn quickly reacts to the call-to-arms and throws herself at a guard.

Brynn looks around and smells the stench of death, fresh and old. Her emotionless eyes look to Master Genbu at the mention of using non-lethal force and she gives a slight nod.

She nods again at his plan of scouting, and speaks up this time, "Sounds good, except as much as I'd like to play sneakthief, I would only hinder you."

Counter Argument just for the heck of it.

They're soldiers deep in the citadel, right next to the supposed Queen's chambers, the chamber of DOOM. We pop in, they pull weapons. First fight that starts, no indication that they are anything but the Queen's loyal guards. Wasn't till after a few were fillet that there was any sort of hesitation in their eyes, but most would just see it as "Holy hell, these guys are good, do we fight them, run, or get reamed by the queen?" So they stayed and fight. And died. Wasn't till that last bit where the one guy gets flung toward Armen's sword that there was blunt indication that they had no control over their actions.

Exactly what I was thinking except I was too hung over to form a cohesive sentence this morning when I read it.

Brynn turns the momentum of the five incoming attacks back against three of her foes.

How'd my perception check go over? Any beefier leaders or casters in sight?

Brynn charges in while drawing her greatsword, while looking around the room for any major threats. Tactical observation, types of enemies, casters, any leader, etc.

After waiting a few seconds for the spell of silence to wear off (lasted 36 seconds lol), Brynn whispers to Shinami, "I'm not nearly sneaky enough, and after watching drag her face across the ground, could we pack us into a few bags of holding and Shinami sneaks us across? Exactly how much magic bag space do we have total?"

Literally my main attraction to the game is to play game mechanics in-depth just to see how well they've pulled em off, then...meh?

Whoops, two more, sorry.
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Minor correction: there was no crunching sound as everything within 20ft of me is silenced :P Stealth for the incoming door breach: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Whispering, Brynn asks, "Either of you mages have a silence spell available? If placed on these guards, we could potentially take them down without them even getting a chance to yell."

Because I'm traveling most of tomorrow and doubt I'll get a chance to update, I'll post a couple options in which DSP can RP my toon.

First off, peer down the hallway for traps: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22 (+2 trap sense)

If traps are seen, allow someone a disable device.

If no traps visible (or we decide to eat the trap damage), then wait for a silence spell to be cast, in which I'll charge in with my greatsword, power attack and hopefully one-shot a guard.

If no silence or similar ability is available, then I'll still charge in with my greatsword and, again, hopefully one-shot a guard.

And finally, if a better group plan comes up, I'll follow the party's lead.

"I'll take point if you don't mind."

Brynn shoves her way to the front of the group. As she nears the door, she straps on her shield and pulls out her new sanctified mace. While still palming the handle of her mace, she uses her finger tips to open the door.

Perception for whatever lies down yonder: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26

Brynn's eyes widen at the possible threat, searching for signs of hostiles.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

DSP says it's behind the door. And overwhelming in the sense that it could be masking any other auras that may or may not be in its area.

"Is it the door itself, or something behind the door?"

"A bit, actually. I've only been a girl for a half hour. Maybe seeing you bounce around on the bed might make me less confused?"

No, but maybe the lich's undead dogs will. lololol

Responding to Kayla's touch and possibly flirtatious comment, "Like bouncing around on a bed for a bit?" Brynn chuckles.

Upon heading to her room, Brynn will take off the breastplate squishing her new chest and strap on the newer, better enchanted breastplate, fit just right for her. After squirming around in the new armor a bit, she asks Kayla, "So it feels like I have room to move in here, but how do I make sure it's not too much room? Gah, these things always seemed fun, but now they're just annoying."

"We can have...all of those?"

^This. I was assuming I would have more time to...ahem...get used to my new body.

Brynn begins to grit her teeth as her eyes glaze over for a few seconds, almost as if she's looking through Armen's face, straight into his soul. Within a few more seconds, she manages her rage into a controlled anger, and eventually her eyes focus on Armen's. She simply says through an expressionless face, "Don't."

Brynn has expended one round of rage for the day. :)

"Too much pressure for the last question. I don't even have the slightest clue what to ask."

Caitlyn being Jenni?

"I meant that we're likely up against an incredibly powerful foe if he's controlling armies at will, and I'd like that we not go into this using our previous tactics if they won't work."

A little insight that I don't know if I'm allowed to give:

After DSP showed the character sheet of this lich to a few people, their reactions were both of the "OMG WTF" persuasion. It sounds like this fight may be really, really difficult, and a TPK if we aren't incredibly careful. Remember: don't metagame! @*(#.

Maybe I should do acid and write a book. It'll probably be good.

Nah, just felt a little creative and decided to just...type and see what happens.

"Maybe not just a question of, 'Will we survive,' but maybe something like, 'Will we kill the lich with the current tactics we've been using?'"

If you did that to me, I would have burned down your bedroom door while you slept, while calling you from outside the place saying "HI I'M QUITTING LIFE, ASSBANDIT," on my way to running to the fire department, telling them there's a door on fire because my roommate is an assbandit. I mean honestly, why would I call them when we're only like four blocks away? Plus the time to walk there would give you time to sweat it out, hopefully realizing that you brought this on yourself. By the time I got to the fire department, I would expect no less than three voicemails left on my phone, the first with you sounding mad, the second with you in denial that it was your fault, then the third -- finally the third -- with you apologizing for stealing my penta. Obviously I wouldn't have checked this voicemail until later, because...well, you know I'd get to the fire department, explain the situation, talk to the chief for a bit, maybe smoke a bowl with him or something while his boys drive over to the apartment. After getting high as hell with the man of fire (we came up with this name while smoking), I'd check the voicemails, put them on speakerphone, and laugh myself into a coughing fit because of how high and hysterical I am, and then eventually pass out from lack of oxygen. The chief dies while I slip into a coma, and wake up months later, only to start laughing again, telling the nurses that I almost laughed to death. When they see that I'm totally okay and give me my bill for being in a hospital for that long, I'd rage super hard, walk home, and burn down the apartment building with everyone inside, while yelling out loud, "DOUBLE PENTAKILL!!!"

Moral of the story: fire chiefs should all be nicknamed "Man of Fire."

"Sounds alright. Six more to go."

Quickly reacting to Cecil's touch, Brynn swats his hand away and looks to Kayla. "I'm not sure. Kayla, try something."

While Brynn's intentions seem to be true, the obvious ulterior motive to having a redhead feeling her up shines through her grey eyes.

"I'm still going by Brynn, thank you. Never realized how androgynous of a name it was until now." Brynn's catty grey eyes fix on Kayla upon her offer for help to de-robe. "Thank you, Kayla, I wouldn't mind taking some tips on how to handle the padding of these things," motioning to her own chest.

You should so sense motive that.

Grabbing her crotch in a somewhat composed panic, suddenly Brynn grins, grabs her chest, and says, "Nevermind. We're good here. We get some time to ourselves before heading out, right?"

Feel free to let me know if any of my comments actually disturb you.

Keep going. My boundaries are fairly non-existant, and having lived with DSP for almost three years, I've pushed his to the point-of-no-return as well. I'm actually curious if you actually *can* disturb him.

Yes, that was a challenge.