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Capeia doesn't really have relevant skills. She will try to smooth things over with the leshy if it becomes agitated.

"Oh yes, we can have a look at that monument for you. My goblin friend her is an absolute master at stone slab repair."

deception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

"Foxglove is a lovely name! Now Foxglove, I must say that we might just have a disagreement of perspective here. The monsters you speak of would not call themselves so, and we have only come under attack from your brethren. I wonder if maybe there is just a misunderstanding here and we cannot come to some accord? Incidentally, I can't help but notice that stone in your eye, from whence did that come?"

Before continuing on the journey Caepia produces stoppered vial and delicately quaffs its contents. minor healing potion: 1d8 ⇒ 2

As they enter the blasted valley she grows more uncomfortable and more amazed at Arfsnarf's reaction. "Well I think we should approach carefully. Maybe I should snea... Arfsnarf!" She says as the goblin marches up to talk to the leshy. She scowls at him and eventually follows with less enthusiasm.

"Well, um, sir? What should I call you? She says to the leshy.

"I don't believe I have any string. I apologize for showing up unannounced and ill-prepared. Terrible guest, I am."

"But may I ask you a delicate question? Or a few? Your friends here seem quite content, but we've seen some others who were far less sanguine, and in fact seemed determined to burn down the forest and murder whilst murdering whoever might be about. Can you comment on their fearsome demeanor? Why might they become so incensed? I cannot imagine that was your intent.

And may I further ask, why make so many? What goal drives you to make all these companions?"

diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Caepia breaths a sigh of relief as the scarecrows head falls of. She makes a token attempt at straightening her hair as she peers at the stones. "It didn't really strike me as the sort to be building monuments, but who am I to judge?" She shrugs, nothing here makes any sense to her.

Determined to make this work Caepia continues to try to thow the scarecrow off balance.
feint: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
strike: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 1 = 16
damage: 1d4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 1 = 4 precision,backstabber: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
strike: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 1 = 11

Caepia takes a step towards the Scarecrow and tries again to throw it off balance. "Come on you wretched thing! I'm attacking. Here! No... Here!"
feint: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

She reflects that she has given better performances while hungover and half-asleep. "Losin' my touch." she mutters.

strike: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 7 + 1 = 24

"Ha! Take that..."

damage: 1d4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 1 = 3

"... lovetap."

"Ahh! What is that, get off me! Caepia shrieks. Trying to control her fear she dashes behind the scarecrow and tries to throw it off balance.

feint: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 6 - 1 = 18
strike: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (15) + 7 - 1 = 21
damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
if flat footed add sneak attack and backstabber: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Caepia darts out and tries to finish off a centipede with a pair of slashes.

Fighting Fan: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Fighting Fan: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 7 - 4 = 19
Damage: Fighting Fan, backstabber: 1d4 + 1 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 1 + (1) = 7

Caepia stops short and flits into the undergrowth.

Stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

"Fear not, we shall not idly slay our way to the heart of the problem. Now that the proper divinations have been done I'm sure it will be no more trouble than a stroll around the garden." She gives an exaggerated wink to Arfsnarf and hoists her pack. "Let's be off on our little soiree to soothe the savage leshy."

"Well, SHE took care of 15 or so. The rest of us, of course, had our own army to contend with. For my part, I kept a large portion of them rapt with the aria from Canticle of the Floral Queen whilst my dour dwarven friend took out 4 at a time with his mighty hammer swings."

deception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Caepia's eyes follow the rock as it clatters on the ground. She looks over at Arfsnarf. "If that doesn't win over Kaana I don't know what will. Apparently." She flicks her fan open and inspects it's razor edges. "Still, it seems we're likely to wind up helping her whether she likes it or not. The lizard fellow said 'You will go.' Didn't leave room for debate. I should imagine Jaldan, at least, will be happier to see us."

dagger: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Caepia tosses a dagger at a nearby stump, trying to make an exhibition of her dagger throwing skills. She frowns as the blade skips off.

"Well, I suppose I'm doomed!" She say brightly.

"Perhaps I'll just stick to the fire brigade."

"It's charming! So... rustic and unadorned. I could positively relax here for weeks. But I suppose I shall have to delay that for a latter season. I echo my friends question, how can we be of service?"

Occultism: 1d20 ⇒ 1

Caepia gingerly inspects the singed notes. "I suppose it couldn't hurt to have a look." After a few moments she drops the papers unceremoniously. "Pft. Can't make head nor tails of this."

Caepia backs away from the wolverine a little. "Um, well that's certainly a fine... thing... you've got there. I suppose I could just... " She reaches down and daintily tugs on the leather cord. When that fails to dislodge the cord from the animal's jaws she frowns and her more competitive side causes the pretense of nobility to drop.
"Oi there! Gimme that!" She pulls vigorously on the cord.

"Magic goblin-woke monoliths are all in days work. I suppose." Caepia dusts herself off a little inspects the ruined edge of her cloak. "At least that's what it's come to." She stands up straight. "Very well I accept your stone-seeking, star-approved mission, my good lizardperson. If Arfsnarf is going to woo Kaana with his clacking charms then I shall set about seeing what this Ceneviel may need." Caepia glides off in search of Ceneviel.

Caepia stands stiffly as the centaur hugs her. "Oh yes quite. Think nothing of it, my dear." She looks ruefully at her soiled and singed cloak, then shrugs and sweeps it on to her shoulders. "Happy to help. Let's move on, shall we?"[b/]

She's nibbling at her roast rabbit when Urwal approaches. She raises her eyebrows at his cryptic comment. [b]"I suppose that is to say, minds don't move so easily? Anyway, I can't tell you much. We saw some devilish little plant creatures apparently intent on burning down the forest and doing a bit of murder on the side as well. I cannot attest to their nature beyond that."

fortitude: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
reflex: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

Caepia nimbly dodges a gout of searing embers. "Ha! You're going to have to do better than that... Ugh! You revolting plant thing what have you gotten all over me?" She ignores the urge to slash the remaining leshy to bits and focuses on trying to extinguish the fire.

athletics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
athletics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

That's 2 actions if there are remaining flames she will take a 5' step away from them.

Fortitude, DC15: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17"Ugh. Revolting." She exclaims as the energy washes over her, but she maintains her composure.

She moves away from the leshy and tries to extinguish some of the flames.

athletics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
athletics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

If she is targeted by an attack she will use Nimble Dodge as a reaction.

Caepia races to the edge of the flames and with an expression of pure misery attempt to smother the flames with her cloak.

I think that's 1 move action if it's 2 ignore the second attempt

athletics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 SE square

[occc]I don't know how many actions a smother attempt is, if she has another she will attempt the SW square if that is possible]

athletics: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

no worries!

"Why don't I just have a look down the road here. I shall be quite alright but you're all so sweet to worry about me."

Caepia will scout

"Carrying money is so very gauche but I can be persuaded to abandon a little decorum for the good of the group." Caepia plucks the coins out of Jaldan's hands.

Caepia will bring a feather token(ladder) and a minor healing potion for her school items.

Caepia mutters after the playing children. "Brats..."

Then regains her poise. "What a lovely little air." She says to Malark.

When Jaldan explains the situation she frowns. "I'm not a gardener or exterminator, but... the privileged must shoulder additional burdens on behalf of the simple folk. How long will it take to reach the camp?"

"None of you can seriously believe you're going to get a squirrel monster out of this." Caepia glares at Arfnarf. "Look children, centaurs may be poor at climbing and I've got too much lady like grace to go clambering up trees to retrieve you but my friend Mandower here positively specializes in chucking children out of trees."

I've run into GMs who prefer players make their own social roles and those who don't, so I'll just leave a roll here in case.

Caepia takes in the rustic charm of Miskar with an only slightly condescending air.

"What a lovely shade of, er, brown. Are you quite sure you want to put that there? Seems like a lovely place for a little outdoor stage."

"And it is not just moons they reserve for a singular turn of phrase, master dwarf." Caepia reads the letter with raised eyebrows. "Flesh and flower grow together, and bones walk on limbs of wood. Reads like the opening of a libretto." She sets the letter down and mutters. "Or a nightmare."

Society: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

"But I think I recall something about this Findadar Forrest. The trees are most curious. Prone to conflagration. It might be a thing worth seeing."

To Arfsnarf she adds. "Indeed, who ever heard of use of celestial bodies in divination? Absurd. Best keep your eyes fixed upon sensible bits of clattering rock and bone."

Player Name: Adam Graham (ottotoon)
Player and Character ID#: 2387211-2002
Earn Income Check: perform (sing): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
Faction for this mission: Grand Archive

Caepia takes in Arfsarf's prediction with widened eyes. Loosing her ladylike bearing for a moment her voice drops into a deeper, more casual register, sounding for a moment more like barmaid. "Giant on my own, eh? Hope it's an opera fan."

Then she snaps back into composure with a flick of her fan.

"Most charming." She says, with a gracious nod towards Arfsnarf.

Accompanied by the scent of lilac a fine-boned woman with long dark hair worn up in a bun held together by two long pins sweeps into the room. A shawl of fine blue silk is swept rakishly over carefully oiled leather armor. She produces a fan and gently wafts herself twice before snapping it shut.

"I just heard the sweetest little tune. Quite pensive. Maybe just a tad flat."

She casts her gaze around the room. "Arfsnarf is it? I should be pleased if you would cast your augury for me. Should my reputation proceed me, please don't feel the least bit sheepish."