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Out of town for the weekend

"A purple scaled gnomebold. That's a first. I think we should mount his head on a plaque and hand it in Oleg's tavern." Cain chuckles with mirth at the thought.

Wonder what taking 20 would do? Or rather, how long it would take. I forgot that was an option.

Cain asks to look at the journal.

Linguistics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

The bracers stack with Armor Acalon. I think they are a deflection bonus. Which means they wouldn't stack with other items or abilities that grant deflection bonuses. Standard armor is not deflection based.

As usual, I've lost all track of coinage. Anyone keeping up with all this stuff?

Cain comments back to Cael in Elven, "But, now we know that when he gets shocked, he completely loses his mind. So long as it doesn't get us killed, we could so have some fun with that." and Cain grins evilly.

"Redd, please wait till everyone LEAVES before giving Edi the go ahead."

Cain looks up in alarm at the last comment. He smacks Redd across the back of the head. "Bad idea, really bad idea."

I thought we had no idea that settlers were going to be coming? I thought all we knew was that we were supposed to stop banditry and raids?

Cain facepalms as Redd loses his mind in shock. He whispers none to quietly in Adriana's ear. "Ok, I think we need to give Redd here a few courses in nobility politics. If he is really going to be our diplomat, I think we need to beat him into submission, err, condition first." Le Sigh.

Cain only marginally stifles a bark of laughter. (in Elven) "There you go Cael. Kobold Diplomacy at it's best!" While he doesn't speak Draconic (yet) Cain is able to get the gist of what Cael is saying.

"(inserty diety name here) wants to make sure that you have not turned against him to another god before he returns his blessing to you. So, please tell how the symbol of his favor came to such a nasty resting place amongst the mites."

Vs. Cael's, "Here's your filthy rubble of crumbling stone you worthless excuses for decrepit worms. Take it! (hurls it at the chiefs head). We only came along to save us the trouble of finding you, you retarded craven piles of Edi fodder." Turns to Edi. "LUNCH TIME!!!"

Given the strange time nature of the RP, I'm suspecting that Cain could have shared the info he was able to glean with you Red.

GM: I was planning on attempting to assist Red with his diplomacy in 2 ways, one, a diplomacy roll to help as you indicated, and second, "Inspiring word" which gives +2 to any skill check. Handle it however you want. (not that I expect it to matter much with Red's roll, but it's what I was planning to do before his post)

Diplomacy help check: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 Wow, talk about fail..
Cain adds a few comment here and there as Red the discussions take place; including a few personal asides to Red in whispered Celestial as he doubts the Kobolds can understand it even if he is overheard.

So, can you "assist" in skill checks like you can in combat?

Cain isn't very trusting either, but the opportunity to examine the halls and perhaps avoid a war keep him from fingering his crossbow. But he takes mental notes on the layout and numbers of the kobolds he sees. He whispers back to Cael,"While I'm not as confident as Acalon, I think we've got a good chance of leaving on pleasant terms so long as we reach some kind of agreement. Kobolds have a code of conduct that they stick to, even if it's a little twisted."

Knowledge: Religion 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Cain dismounts almost lazily. He looks around the area and tries to get an idea of what they are in for. As his attention returns to the excited kobolds, he asks the others in low voice that won't carry. "How far in do you think we should go? Or would you prefer to have them come out to us?"

Wonders if he can get any idea about the idol, the kind of kobold community that might have one, and what it might be worth to them with a knowledge religion roll?

I'm out of town for the next 4 days am not likely to have access. I'll see you when I get back.

"Ceremonial I believe Cael." Cain says after a long time of studying it, trying not to insult the Kobold. And then he holds it down to where Edi is. "Smell anything funny furball?" Cain says playfully.

Cain spends his time casting a few spells and studying the idol.

(Detect Evil, Detect Chaos, Detect Magic, and perception if need be)

Cain tosses the idol back and forth in his hands. "Well it's gonna take a while for me to get the spells to give this a once over. I can pull double shift another night if need be." Cain yawns supremely and stumbles into the wrong tent. Backing out a moment later and apologizing profusely to Adriana, he manages to find his own tent this time and collapses.

1d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Bit busy right now. I defend my thesis on Wednesday, so I might be scarce till then.

I have both xbox 360 and PS3 (though neither Kinect or Move). and yes, while I despise both companies, the PS3 wins hands down as far as the console itself goes.

Thank you!

And yes I do have an xbox 360, though I've never connected it to the net. And I defend my Thesis on Jan 26th, so till then I've no time to play.

Seeing the majority of the fight over, Cain pulls his mace and tries to give Acalon an opening.
assist:: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (10) - 2 = 8

"Acalon, when we get back, please get yourself some better armor."
Heal: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Cain looks around and sees taht everyone seems to be healthy, even if they aren't exactly being productive. With nothing else to do, he raises his crossbow and takes a shot at the Tick.

Shot: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

Guess he has about as much luck as everyone else.

Allan, If the Kobold is in range, then Cain can make good on his promise of making the Kobold feel better if he stuck close.

Well, that is pretty much the character class you chose.

With numerous small cuts abounding and their attackers down in number, Cain murmurs something about where a certain Kobold might be before pointing at the tick and saying. "You have been weighed in the scales and found wanting." With that, light emanates from him and washes over those around him, but noticeably missing the tick and the other mite.
channel: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Everyone grab your pompoms and chant with now. "Live Acalon Live! Live Acalon Live!

"Mop, check. Bucket...bucket. Nope, no bucket. Who's got a finger I can shove in that open artery?" Cain says as between his palms an immaterial hand forms. "Wait, I think I have a spare hand with five available fingers. Those should do." Cain steps up behind Acalon and says. "Now Acalon, severed mite fingers don't stick in open arteries well, so try not get them bashed out huh?" Cain winks at Red as he places the glowing immaterial hand on Acalon's shoulder where the blood is pouring from. The hand seems to grasp the woulds, sealing them off.

Heal: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Yes, Allan, I am keeping track. Now I must wait for the mites to go.

Cain sees Acalon's resolve waivering and calls out to him in the voice of King Cashew. "They are just animals!! Spit them and serve them for supper!"

I think that should counter the spell personally. :-)

is waiting for the results of the saves before going.

Somehow I think we were supposed to die. That was an increadible round of good dice for us. Now, who feels invincible? Let's go take on a demi-god or something.

Cain simply closes his eyes and gets soaked as he is far too close to avoid the goo. He then scrapes off his face and sighs, "Where is a good lake when you need one."

Well, since so far no one has taken any damage that he could actually do anything about, Cain takes out his mace and makes a distractionary attack to try and throw off the creatures aim. Maybe Acalon won't die so messily.

1d20 - 2 ⇒ (13) - 2 = 11

My 19 was a hit, so your 20 should be a hit.
And Allan. You expect one of us to survive something like that?

Cain rolls his eyes, then steps behind Cael and levels his crossbow over Cael's shoulder. Big target, but then he has to try to not hit Edi. "Stop breathing Cael, it's messing with my aim." Cain says just before firing.

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19 +size and other -whatever else.
1d8 ⇒ 5

"Ah thanks, you can breath again for a while.... Unless of course, you'd rather not."

The large centipede crushes you all and eats your for a snack. Reroll new characters please.

Ok, so what is it?

Cain nods to the Kobold. "Alright Miklek. If you think you can keep up, then stick close. I can guarantee you will start feeling better before too much longer. Or, you can stay here till we return with the Idol. Your choice." With that Cain moves over to take up position in the rear of the gathering crowd. "Alright, lets go."

Cain gives the Kobold a little more ease (Virtue) and then asks him, "And what are you going to do then?"

And now I'm headed to Texas. Sorry for the delay.

Been busier than a bee the last few days. And driving today. Will try to check in later this evening.

"Ok, Good. First off, what's your name? Second, storytime. How came you to be here? Third, What can you tell us about these mites and there home here?" Cain waits upon the Kobold's answers with patience.

Cain finally gets his chance to hop down the hole to find... nothing happening. Seeing the Kobold as the only think left of interest in the room, he walks over to it and with a touch of his hand eases it a bit (lvl 0 stabilize). "Too bad I don't speak Draconic." He comments to no one in particular. He then addresses the Kobold. "Do you speak common? Or do I need to get a translator?"

Cain hears more cries of dieing Mites and figures the odds are more even now. Not wanting to use up too much of his strength with more tunnels to explore, he points his crossbow down the hole and waits for something to shoot at.

Cain hears the sound of mites being squished by Acalon and cheers. "Keep it up! It's just like stomping cockroaches!"

Same song, second verse.