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So, morning then?

Sorry, C1 makes sense. We can seal ourselves in there behind the secret door and get some rest. I think everyone but Berenice are spellcasters, so we'll have to modify our watches somewhat for that (I guess we have Beppe too. And actually, if Laurent and Septimus have gnoe AWOL, perhaps we have them stand watch and then leave in the morning. Honestly, unless we're going to be interrupted it's easier in PBP to just kind of handwave these details (IMO).

My understanding is Aldren wanted to head back upstairs, to the room where Laria left us.

"Only if it were the top half. The bottom half has no brains, at least for most people," Carawyn says with a wide smile.

I don't think there's any way I could combo it with spells (unless I took a level or two in magus), but I get your point. :)

"We wonder if it's scared. We didn't try to talk to the alligator nam, but we didn't want to kill it before then, did we?" Carawyn replies to Berenice.

As Aldren talks to himself, she observes closely.
"No one says anything when the elf half talks to the human half, but they always look at us strangely. We wonder what the difference is? Perhaps if we were half gnome and half human? Or elf? We think they shouldn't judge on what we are, because we can't decide that, can we?"

Following the others back up, she looks around the area with the two recent battles.

"We didn't want to sleep on the floor, so now we go back upstairs so we don't end up sleeping forever on the floor? Maybe the roaster of beans can tell us what is happening down here? She only mentioned nam, not the alligator nam and crow man nam."

My understanding is I only suffer the -5 if I use it as a secondary attack (i.e. if I used a dagger or something too). Used as my primary attack, it shouldn't suffer that penalty.

Really? That seems odd, since the hex means she can manipulate her clothes as if they were a limb with a Strength score equal to her Intelligence score. What else would it be? Can you show me the FAQ, just because I'm curious. As for actions, I'll keep it the same nonetheless.

Also, bummer if we lost Laurent.

Seeming to regain her composure, Carawyn stands still for a moment before her clothes start trying to wrap the creature up.

"We should not kill it because then it can't tell us what is happening down here," the gnome observes as she reappears five feet from where she had been standing.

I'm not sure if this works, but I'd assume I can use my dancing strings ability to grapple the creature. It would technically provoke, but it's also got 10 feet of reach, so I don't think it should be able to hit me.
Grapple: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Laurent? Lirana?

"Ow!" Carawyn cries out, the claws ripping her nearly in half. "We don't want any!"

Her clothes lash out, slamming into the creature with surprising force. A moment later, the strange gnome disappears from sight!

Activating dancing strings hex, then her ghostwalk ability to vanish and move 5 ft. away from the creature
Clothing attack (10 ft. reach): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
1d2 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

"Yes, we wouldn't want another body down here," Carawyn says, noting the first one. "Though I suppose we have one all the same, even if it is a crocodile. We wonder if the other body was Nam. And if so, what was happening with all the supplies Laria was giving to him?"

She moves toward the body to see if it has any indication of who it is.

Perception (low-light vision): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Carawyn's continues to focus on the crocodile.

"It doesn't seem to be very bright," she notes, tittering slightly at her joke.

Evil eye on Nam the crocodile again; -2 to attack rolls for 6 rounds; DC 13 Will save reduces that to 1 round.

Carawyn's eyes widen as the crocodile starts to roll and then narrows ominously.

Evil eye on Nam the crocodile; -2 to AC for 6 rounds; DC 13 Will save reduces that to 1 round.

Perception (low-light vision): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Well, at least that wastes a bad roll...

Carawyn gawps as the albino crocodile lurches forward.

"Is that Nam? If so, he is not what we pictured..."

Perception (low-light vision): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

"It is probably coming from the body in the water," Carawyn helpfully replies to Beppe, holding her veil more firmly over her nose. "We wonder how Nam was able to tolerate it. Perhaps he can't smell..."

"If we know about it, is it really a secret," Carawyn says with a frown. "Secrets should be unspoken, like with Baiardo. That we mustn't say."

She looks pointedly away from the secret door as she waits for someone to open it.

Carawyn follows the others down, looking around at the basement.

"Do we wish to sleep on the ground or on pallets?" she asks.

Continue on to Nam or rest here without beds?

IMO, five players is probably enough. We won't be the most martial group ever, but Berenice is full BAB... I assume Laurent will be mostly in melee, so it might force Lirana and Aldren into a bit more melee, but I think we should have most of our bases covered...

"Out of sight, out of mind? But will she forget about us if she is not minding us?" Carawyn asks. "She still minds Nam Comerivos, though she doesn't see him? Perhaps he is invisible? We wish we could be invisible sometimes. We shall try that, when we see him. ... If we can see him."

:) Laurent

Carawyn nods and absent-mindedly casts the spells to clean the man before ambling toward the back room.

"No, we can't go separately. That would never work," she mutters as she makes her way.

She cocks her head at Berenice's description before nodding.

"We also have a friend that is a gremlin," she adds helpfully.

Does seem that way...

(Busy day here; will post a real post ASAP.)

Carawyn blinks as her musings on individuality are disrupted.

She smiles at Laurent and nods.

"We are able to do that," she affirms. "It is a simple spell."

Her eyes then drift back to Berenice.

"But can we do that ourselves? Or do we need our voices? Is there enough room for all of us?"

How else would we go? Though are we really individual? We think there's me and she, so ... should we not go? Does everyone have a watcher? We thought they were all individual, but maybe the aren't..."

Carawyn has an existential crisis.

Perception (low-light vision): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

"We see our friends from before, at the grand speech," Carawyn observes, her eyes straying toward them before heading back toward the properly sized tables.

:)

"It is always better to give than to receive," Carawyn nods, looking as if Aldren's making sense for once.

She looks him critically up and down and then casts the same quick spell in succession.

The first seems to clean the half-elf's clothing, while the second suddenly sends an overly sweet perfume wafting from his form, overlaying the stink. She nods in satisfaction, as if at a job well done. casting prestidigitation twice

Carawyn seems completely oblivious to any possible offensive qualities about her companions.

She enters, looking around, though her veil as usual hides her exact expression.

"It smells like bitterness in here," she murmurs, looking around at Aldren and Laurent.

Assuming it does look sufficient...

Carawyn nods.

"It's smashing," she says. "The devils won't go down to Kintargo anymore this way. They'll have to come some other way."

She cocks her head.

"We could get some coffee now, to go to sleep."

Ready to move on, I think.

"Indeed," Carawyn responds happily to Laurent, pleased that he seems to be so much more understanding than most people.

It hardly seems traitorous to defend one's home. Or maybe Arch-Thrune thinks the same of those who would defend Kintargo?"[/b] she says as the others return. "Perhaps if we had a short cut to Long Road, we wouldn't have to worry about curfew?"

She smiles at her solution.

"Miss? We don't think anything tried to hit us, though maybe we did miss it. Maybe he means the devils that the circle brings? They missed us, though we don't think they were very glad to see us, either," Carawyn replies, looking around at the runes. "Do we want more devils? Maybe he does. It is good practice and then he could be a Hellknight. But if we can't kill them all, they might kill us, so maybe we should destroy it? But ... Hellknights..."

The gnome fixes an unblinking gaze on the half-elf, trying to decide what he might be thinking and if he might want to become a Hellknight at some point.

"A place that is a safe? Then we need to find a bank," Carawyn muses. "Perhaps a temple of Abadar, if the bankers would let us in."

Hey guys, just FYI, work is hitting me hard right now. I've also got my folks coming to visit over the weekend -- Long story short, my posting may be spotty through the weekend (though I'm hoping I can sneak in some time tomorrow and/or Friday).

Carawyn looks around.

"We wonder where Berenice went. She probably shouldn't wander off here alone. Who knows if more rats will appear."

"We found rats too," Carawyn chimes in helpfully. "And a magic circle to bring more devils here. We wonder what this place really will be..."

Favored Class Bonus: +1/6 hex
+1 BAB, +1 Will save

+1 Heal
+1 Know (nature)
+1 Know (planes)
+1 Spellcraft
+1 Use Magic Device

+2 spells known: adhesive spittle, chill touch (which raises the question -- can I use my dancing strings hex to deliver touch attacks? It acts as prehensile hair, which can be a natural attack (and thus deliver touch attacks)...)

1d6 ⇒ 6

Sweet. Rest of the update coming when I get more time.

Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

"Nothing from other worlds can leave this area as long as these wards stay in place," Carawyn announces, "but devils will keep coming until they are destroyed... We should probably destroy it unless we want more devils."

Any chance for knowledge of the music? Is it related to the ward? Also, will level up ASAP.

"Now they run away?" Carawyn asks herself, watching the two lead. "But there still may be more to find here..."

She begins humming the strange music as she looks around the room where the fight was, poking around with her length of rope still in hand, trailing after her

Perception (low-light vision): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Carawyn, her wounds healed by Lirana's energy, frowns as the rope doesn't do what she wants and twitches it, sending it lashing out again, again only to see it fail to wrap around its target.

"We think they must be immune to ropes," she helpfully points out.

Whip trip: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Carawyn twitches the rope in her hand and it lashes out, wrapping momentarily around the nearest creature's legs and then lashing back, seemingly with no effect. Using whip to make a trip attack on the nearest dretch but that won't beat its CMD.

Whip: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10

Yeah, I assumed Aldren excluded us (he didn't mention it in his post, but I also wasn't within range, I don't think, when he actually channeled. One of those oddities of PBP. Let me know if you're not OK with that, though, and I'll adjust it.

"Thank you," Carawyn murmurs to her servant as she takes the vial, "but we think they want it more."

And promptly throws it directly into the center of the mass of rats, with strangely unerring accuracy.

Vial: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
fire: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Carawyn frowns as her abilities seem to have no effect on the creatures. She wanders forward, idly pulling a rope from around her waist.

Move action, pull weapon.

GM, was that save vs. distraction or disease? I rolled another one, but not sure if I'm nauseated or not.
Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Catawyn moves away from the rats, plucking several from her clothing and tossing them back into the swarm.

If she's not nauseated:
She stars at the nearest flesh blob attacking them, hoping to render it a little less dangerous.

Evil eye on creature fighting Berenice; -2 to attack rolls for 6 rounds; DC 13 Will save reduces that to 1 round.

"He wants us to use the fire, but doesn't give it to us. I guess we should help him give it to us then..."

She quickly mutters a few words, and Septimus' pack begins to open.

Casting unseen servant and having it retrieve the alchemist's fire. (I assume that's all it can do this round, but if not, it will deliver it to her).

"Oooh, a musical will-o-the-wisp," Carawyn exclaims, happily. "Or would that be a will-o-the-whisper? We should try to find it."

She takes a raven and tucks it into a pouch as she happily follows along with the others, peering as Berenice goes forward.

"It's like we've found a dragon's hoard all for us. But are we the dragon? Or is the dragon still waiting for us?" Carawyn asks as she looks around. "We don't see any dragons. Or any magic."

Getting detect magic as soon as I can!

Carawyn continues to hum the strange melody, before suddenly stopping, eyes growing wide.

She quickly, quietly intones a strange cantrip and the nearest piece of debris scuttles away toward the wall and a tidier resting spot. casting prestidigitation

"Oh, wouldn't it be nice if everywhere had magic balls like this one?" Carawyn asks happily as she follows the others, gaze occasionally falling back to look at the room they're leaving.

"Oh, look, it's a ball room," Carawyn says happily as she sees the circular chamber.

"We don't know. If we don't look at them, how can we know?" the gnome responds distractedly as Aldren asks his question.

Sadly I don't have detect magic (thanks archetype!), so not sure if I can tell. That said, if I can, I'll step into the room to look.

Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Sorry for the delay. The site outages keep hitting at times I want to go update.

"In his defense, we think many people would try to stop someone who came into their home to take their stuff. It's hard to think why he's wrong."

The gnome reaches into her purse and then leans down, leaving several small gold coins on the ground. Putting down four gp

"We don't need these, though, so perhaps we can trade?"

She nods at Lirana and Septimus' words.

"Yes, music is lovely, despite its origin. We should dance to its tune..."

"We would be happy to trade with Stellx. We have some lovely dead spiders, if anyone would like them?" Carawyn says, digging in one of the pouches scattered about her waist.