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Waiting for Devic to return from her scouting trip, Skjor took the time to examine one of the robots. "What manner of being has made these metallic monsters?" he asked quietly. Picking up one of the robotic hands, he turned it slowly in his own. "It is very life-like, if made with metal and wires." Sparing a glance towards Moment, he advised, "Never ask a woman her age if you wish to add to yours."

I'm looking forward to it, mainly because they finally have a canine race that isn't a kitsune.

Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (18) + 8 - 1 = 25
Damage: 1d12 + 8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 8 + 2 = 13

"Stay still and take your punishment!" Skjor screamed as Aegis bit into the robot's circuitry.

Myth Weavers is down, so I can't access my sheet just yet.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 9 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 9 - 1 = 9
Damage: 1d12 + 8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 8 + 3 = 19

Growling at the machines, Skjor held Aegis high in the air before bringing it down upon the floor next to the nearest one.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 9 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 9 - 1 = 9
Damage: 1d12 + 8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 8 + 3 = 16
*cries manly tears*

Moving forward, Skjor slipped on an empty bag of Doritos and almost fell onto the floor, his attack going wide of the mark.

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

"I shall not be tamed by the likes of you!" Skjor yelled as he prepared for the confrontation.

Calming down from his laughing fit, Skjor took several deep breaths while listening to the mage constructs. "I will not be part of some wizard's pet project," Skjor said firmly, reaching back to grab Aegis. "You will tell your mage master to free us and every other person you have abducted."

Skjor was at a loss for words. They wanted the secret to...Doritos? Before he could stop himself, he let out great booming laughs, clutching his side with each shake. "Y-Y-you've b-been taking people to learn ab-bout chips?!" Unable to continue speaking?, he found himself rolling on the floor.

As the group disappeared in a flash of light, only to appear somewhere else, Skjor immediately withdrew Aegis. Then Rammiel popped his face up. "This wizard is annoying me greatly," he told the others after greeting their lost companion. "It is good to see you again, but we must find the wayward mage and have his send us back, along with everything else he took. Also," he added as he grabbed a bag of Doritos, "this bag wasn't here when we got here."

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Detect Magic Spellcraft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

With permission granted to investigate, Skjor made his way towards the barren lot, his eyes scanning for anything and everything. Unfortunately, he wasn't used to searching crime scenes, or even being at one, that he found nothing other than some empty wrappers and a half-empty beer bottle. Even his spells didn't help him much.

Maybe we should go for a psychic caster instead?

Well used to plane rides by now, Skjor took the time to compose new music for his next album. Using inspiration from his recent adventures and new comrades, he felt that this album would be one of the best yet.

As they touched down, Skjor calmly left the plane and watched as Frida took command of the situation.

Worm-like parasitic beings who have been using humans as hosts for thousands of years!

Skjor was quick to scoff at the thought of it being aliens. "It is more likely a bored mage playing tricks upon the populace. Illusions and teleport spells will be the cause, just watch." Standing up, and draining the last of his mead, he nodded to Madame Silver. "Let us go and put an end to this pesky mage's fun."

Cocking an eyebrow, Skjor asked skeptically, "They are taking the entire building? What would someone need with those?"

Sorry, I slipped in the tub Friday morning and threw my back out, been laid out all weekend and it sucked.

Walking into the bar like he'd been there before, which he had, several times, Skjor ordered a large mug of mead before joining the others. "It was good to rest after the jungle mission, was it not?" he asked the others. "Tell me, what do you think this next mission will entail?"

I didn't know Rasputin was here!

Getting a +1 enchantment on Aegis, and a couple cure potions. How much would a standard CLW wand cost?

I'll work on a shopping list later. Sorry for the absense, family was in town and wasn't able to get on.

"Good, healers are important in life, help keep people healthy," Skjor said, ready for the check up and some rest.

Well, got my level up stuff done. Will have my header updated soon. Got Song of Marching raging song that will help with long walks on the beach, and chose the Lesser Celestial Totem rage power that will add to healing received. Chose Skill Focus (Heal) as my 3-lvl feat as I plan on getting Eldritch Heritage (Celestial bloodline) at 5-lvl. New spells are Lullaby and Sleep, as I find it funny for Skjor to play a lullaby and put people to sleep. Wish there was a way to increase the HD affected by Sleep...

Health: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Meh, had worse.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Finally finding himself getting used to the portals that Madam Silver seemed to enjoy, Skjor just shook his head to get rid of any lingering sensations. "I agree with the small one," Skjor said solemnly. "It seemed too...easy to me, that this one fight would stop something so devastating."

"Is it just me, or was that teleportation smoother than Madam Silver's gates?" Skjor said in mild amusement as he suddenly found himself back at the formian camp. "Yes, the death of time is stopped, with the being behind the act vanquished."

"We need to get you looked at, Knight Ammon," Skjor said as the others checked on the aeon. "Unfortunately, I am not as well versed in healing as I am in music, and diseases are quite beyond my capabilities. Depending on what you are afflicted with, it could cause a pandemic that we cannot afford."

Seeing their attacks were wearing the thing down, Skjor redoubled, his voice shouting out in an old war chant.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (19) + 7 - 1 = 25
Damage: 1d12 + 7 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 7 + 3 = 21

Init: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
Damage: 1d12 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Seeing the time lord rise and lash out at their foe, Skjor redoubled his attack.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Damage: 1d12 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Le sigh...

Giving a low growl, Skjor moved forward, his beloved Aegis swinging down upon the creature causing this harm.

K.Arcana or Religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 To figure out what the thing is.

Skjor watched in disgusted fascination as the strange being seemed to completely disregard what their presence meant for its continued well-being. "This is getting us no where," he said as he stepped forward, Aegis in his hands. "Let us kill this fiend and be done with it."

If I didn't, pretend that I did.

Moving through the time-torn forest, Skjor couldn't help but stumble a bit into one of the piles of strange ooze.

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"This is not the way," a young Skjor said, standing before the leader of his village. "We fight with honor and courage, we do not pillage in the night! We do not kill unarmed villagers! You have been taking us from the true path as laid down by our gods, away from that which made us true!" His voice was filled with the righteous fury that would make him famous in the coming years, stirring a similar feeling in those around him. The man before him, getting on in years and his body going to seed, saw the turning of the tide against him and tried to pull the village -his village- back to his side.

It didn't work, and he was the first man Skjor killed in true fury.

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Coming back to himself after but a moment, Skjor could feel the lingering rage in his blood from the memory. As they approached the tree containing what was hopefully the mastermind behind this plan, he watched impartially as the incubus was tied to the tree. "Let us get this over with." he said as they climbed the tree.

Picking the demon up onto its feet, none too gently, Skjor merely glared and said, "Start walking."

Listening to the demon spout his group's nonsense, Skjor felt a deep, fiery rage settle within his chest. His heart pounding, he noticed his grip tightening on Aegis' shaft, the knuckles turning white with the force. Breathing in sharply, it was all he could do to keep from carrying out his threat from earlier. Giving himself a moment to calm down, to little effect, he moved back to the demon and said, "Where is your group located? I will not ask again."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Giving a sigh at people's antics, Skjor looked at the others before saying, "Shall we attempt to keep everybody's genitalia inside one's clothing? I would much appreciate it." Turning towards the surrendered demon, Skjor said, "You have relinquished yourself into our care, demon. I do not like you, you have gone against the natural order of nature by tampering with the very fabric of time itself. For that alone I should part your foul head from your body. You will tell us why you are doing this."

Will Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

As the purple ray impacted against him, Skjor felt his emotions take a sudden downward swing. "I...no, this will not be the end! Aegis, attend to me!"

Taking a step back, Skjor's fingers danced across Aegis's string, a frightful and haunting tune playing out to his companions.

5ft step back. Inspire Rage, +1 to melee and thrown attack rolls, +1 to melee damage rolls, and +1 to Will Saves if they accept.

Thought my first round was getting them out in the open, but if not...

K.Arcana: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
K.Religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Damage: 1d12 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

As the two horned beasts came out into the open and attacked his group, Skjor moved towards them and swung mighty Aegis at the closest creature, the blade biting into it's flesh. "If you further the cause of this blight upon the forest, then you shall face the music of Aegis!"

Gripping Aegis tightly, Skjor motioned for his friends to hold still right as Amalarra stepped on a twig. "Damn," he muttered before raising his voice. "Come out, you two, I know you are there!"

Stealth: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Crouching low as their escorts left them, Skjor was able to keep his armor's creaking to a minimum as his eyes scanned around the party. "What do you believe is coming?" he asked the sorceress beside him.

K.Arcana: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11 To figure out if it's a magical reason for the glowing sap.

"I am liking this less and less as time goes by," Skjor said. Then he stopped for a moment, thought about what he just said, and added, "And I apologize for the pun. It is a deplorable type of humor."

I love puns...

"I would really appreciate it if you would not wave around an explosive device," Skjor said uneasily. "Come, we need to continue to stop time from dying. I still find that a strange concept..."

GM, if we survive this quest, will we become...Heroes of Time?

"I am good," Skjor said as he helped the dark skinned woman to her feet. "We should burn these bodies, make sure that they are all truly dead rather than just leave them here."

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
CLW: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

With the battle finished, Skjor quickly made his way back to the downed drow. Kneeling down, he gently placed a hand onto her stomach and muttered a prayer to his gods.

Let it not be said I am not a giving person.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (15) + 7 - 1 = 21
Damage: 1d12 + 7 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 3 = 17

Rushing forward to the final, wounded creature, Aegis lashed out as Skjor gave a deep yell. "You will harm no more, foul thing!"

Yay, it missed!

We should prolly wait and see if we can manage without him first, to keep things from getting complicated.

Also, Amalarra, if my attack killed off that thing, I'm gonna cast CLW on you. What is your max negative damage?

Seeing one of his companions knocked low by the fiendish abominations, Skjor felt a primal rage flow through his veins and, ignoring the tentacled-monstrosity that bit into him, rushed over to Amalarra's prone form and attacked with vigor.

Charge Attack: 1d20 + 7 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 7 + 2 - 1 = 21
Damage: 1d12 + 7 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 7 + 2 + 3 = 21

Sorry to see you go, was enjoying playing with everybody. Hopefully we'll see you again some day.

Let's go with both.

I say, boy, I said I said, that ain't how we do it in this country. You gotta let people know just what you're'a doin' here.

Nah, that's fine with me, it's a good ability to have.

Break Free: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

"I SAY, UNHAND ME, VILE ABOMINATION!" Skjor yelled out as he tried to free himself from the monster's tentacles.

I like OA, it has a lot of interesting mechanics behind it.

Sorry, misread and thought that they were all dead! Just ignore that last post...

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Damage: 1d12 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Moving to help Geralt, Skjor whipped Aegis through the air and slashed deep into the tentacled monstrosity. "I do not care what these are, merely that they will not be for long!" he exclaimed.