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Caspan grunts and gets close to Emil for the spell. He lets the others do the talking, clenching his fists for when he inevitably has to pull their bacon out of the frying pan and throw it into the fire.

Hey all, I'm heading out Sunday on a LONG-delayed family trip to Greece. I won't be back until May 29. I'm hoping to start posting again May 30, jetlag permitting.

"They going to be playing us music in their little liars?" Caspan says, laughing. They've got their own band? Ridiculous!

Fist (Power Attack): 1d20 + 14 - 3 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 14 - 3 + 1 = 20
Damage: 1d10 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 12 + 4 = 22

Caspan hustles over, throwing a fist. "Leave the cow alone!" he orders.

Caspan continues laying about him, trying to put down the rest of these hobgoblins before they can cause any trouble. The bony spurs on his fists keep them from cracking as they usually do when he brawls.

Brawler's flurry (unarmed, Power Attack): 1d20 + 14 - 5 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 14 - 5 + 1 = 18
Damage: 1d10 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 12 + 4 = 24
Brawler's flurry (unarmed, Power Attack): 1d20 + 14 - 5 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 14 - 5 + 1 = 20
Damage: 1d10 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 12 + 4 = 20
Brawler's flurry (unarmed, Power Attack): 1d20 + 9 - 5 ⇒ (14) + 9 - 5 = 18
Damage: 1d10 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 12 + 4 = 21
Brawler's flurry (unarmed, Power Attack): 1d20 + 9 - 5 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 9 - 5 + 1 = 17
Damage: 1d10 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 12 + 4 = 24

Brawler's flurry (haste bonus attack): 1d20 + 14 - 5 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 14 - 5 + 1 = 25
Damage: 1d10 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 12 + 4 = 19

Caspan continues dishing out punches to any hobgoblins still standing around him, trying to lay out as many as he can as quickly as he can.

Looks like my troop is still up and fighting so going to continue trying to dismantle that...
Brawler's flurry (unarmed, Power Attack): 1d20 + 14 - 5 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 14 - 5 + 1 = 17
Damage: 1d10 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 12 + 4 = 17
Brawler's flurry (unarmed, Power Attack): 1d20 + 14 - 5 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 14 - 5 + 1 = 20
Damage: 1d10 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 12 + 4 = 25
Brawler's flurry (unarmed, Power Attack): 1d20 + 9 - 5 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 9 - 5 + 1 = 6
Damage: 1d10 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 12 + 4 = 25
Brawler's flurry (unarmed, Power Attack): 1d20 + 9 - 5 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 9 - 5 + 1 = 10
Damage: 1d10 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 12 + 4 = 21

Brawler's flurry (haste bonus attack): 1d20 + 14 - 5 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 14 - 5 + 1 = 29
Damage: 1d10 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 12 + 4 = 25

Caspan moves to the closest tent where he can hear noise and gets ready to hit anything that emerges.

Move to wherever, which shouldn't be a huge issue with haste; then ready a punch, using Vital Strike, which I picked up via martial flex
Fist (Power Attack), haste: 1d20 + 14 - 3 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 14 - 3 + 1 = 32
Damage (Vital Strike, plus spells): 2d10 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (7, 5) + 12 + 4 = 28
Crit?!: 1d20 + 14 - 3 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 14 - 3 + 1 = 26
Damage (Vital Strike, plus spells): 2d10 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (8, 7) + 12 + 4 = 31

Realizing they're close, Caspan rushes forward and leaps on the nearest guard, trying to put him down quickly! He drives his fist hard right into the guard's jaw, shattering bone and spraying blood.

Fist (Power Attack): 1d20 + 14 - 3 ⇒ (20) + 14 - 3 = 31
Damage: 1d10 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 12 + 4 = 26
Crit?: 1d20 + 14 - 3 ⇒ (20) + 14 - 3 = 31
Damage: 1d10 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 12 + 4 = 19
plus he's shaken

Sounds like we should be in initiative. Someone may want to go try to make sure those cages don't get dropped!

FYI, I've got a new direct report starting Monday, so will be spending the week onboarding him. Compound that with another employee being off, so my covering his shift at the end of the day, and I don't know how much I'll be posting this coming week. Then Friday and Saturday is Passover, so don't expect I'll be posting then and maybe not Sunday morning. I hope to be be back to regular posting April 18.

Obviously feel free to DMPC (or PPC) me.

You can probably skip guardian of faith on Caspan, since I already have shield of faith.

Caspan creeps closer under the veil of invisibility. He looks back, wondering what their signal will be for him to actually attack.

Stealth: 1d20 + 6 + 20 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 20 = 29

Caspan will also plan to charge ahead. I'll pick a couple feats to grab, but those may depend on other tactics so I'll post that with my first action.

"I guess just rushing in can't go wrong, right? A lot easier than trying to reconnect the place more first..."

[ spoiler=Status]
HP 83/83
AC 22, touch 16, flat-footed 19, CMD 28 (+1 vs. grapple; +2 vs. dirty trick; +4 vs. trip); 25% chance to negate criticals
Fort +10, Ref +10, Will +3 (+1 resistance bonus to recover from a continuing effect)
Unbreakable Survivor (11 hp) 0/1
Martial Flexibility 0/7; knockout (DC 18) 0/1
Effects: weapon of awe (+2 damage, shaken on a crit hit), shield of faith (+3 AC), haste
[/spoiler]

"So could these,"[/b] Caspan says, hoping up his fists, knuckles bloody as usual. "Can't Father Emil looks through the eyes of some aviators or something? I think he did that once or twice, didn't he?"

I think someone used some birds to scout before, no?

Sounds like we've got consensus.

Caspan grumbles as everyone ignores what he wants, again. Bunch of ingots, they all are!

Appraise: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

"I don't know, short stuff," Caspan disagrees. "I don't think it's worth that much. It's good to be perspirational, but I wouldn't get my hopes up that much."

He scratches his head.

"There's a city around here, right? Maybe we bring this all there, then I guess we can go connoiter that hob camp..."

SL, you doing OK?

Caspan grabs a cart and starts running with it to get out of the mine.

"Let's excavate out of here before the whole thing collapses!" he calls.

That action is assuming the miners can walk. If not, he'll see if there's an empty cart he can throw them in or just carry one of them. He'll suggest the cow carry the other one.

Strength: 1d20 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 + 4 = 23 Includes 2 aids

Caspan grunts and groans as he lifts the wagon. "Come on, get out now!" he growls as he gets it up just enough.

Letting it crash back down afterward, he turns to the moose-herder.

"Thanks. You're stronger than you look!"

Caspan shrugs and looks around at the others. He could probably help. But seems odd that these two survived when the hobgoblin didn't.

"How come you're not pulling up dairies?" he asks, keeping a wary eye on them.

"You pilfered his belt, huh?" Caspan says. "Didn't think you had it in you. Bet the ass-mars wouldn't be happy about it, but they probably don't need help keeping their pants on..."

He posted in discord. He hurt his arm/shoulder and had to have surgery. He's starting PT and plans to return at some future point in time.

" 'And the cow jumped over the moon,' " Caspan recites an old Molthuni nursery rhyme.

Caspan nods, willing to try Thael's plan. "See what's down by that grate too!" he suggests.

"Dumb solar-fugs!" Caspan says as he tosses his crossbow to the ground and starts driving his fists into the nearest bug thing.

Enter Boar Style, then attacking the one to my southwest.
Brawler's flurry (unarmed, Power Attack): 1d20 + 14 - 5 ⇒ (13) + 14 - 5 = 22
Damage: 1d10 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
Brawler's flurry (unarmed, Power Attack): 1d20 + 14 - 5 ⇒ (20) + 14 - 5 = 29
Damage: 1d10 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
Brawler's flurry (unarmed, Power Attack): 1d20 + 9 - 5 ⇒ (3) + 9 - 5 = 7
Damage: 1d10 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
Brawler's flurry (unarmed, Power Attack): 1d20 + 9 - 5 ⇒ (11) + 9 - 5 = 15
Damage: 1d10 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20
Boar Style extra damage if two strikes hit: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 1) = 6

Crit?: 1d20 + 14 - 5 ⇒ (20) + 14 - 5 = 29
Damage: 1d10 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21 Nice. At least 42 hp, maybe 69...

I'm on vacation this week, so not sure how much time I'll have for posting. I may still have time to post today and Tuesday, but definitely don't expect to be posting Wednesday-Friday. I'm hoping to get going again Saturday evening.

LOL @Grenwold. Defused my response before I could even make it!

Caspan moves to the lip of the wall and fires his crossbow -- not coming anywhere close to his target. "Stupid thing must've broken since last time I used it!"

Heavy crossbow: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

Earlier
"Hey, I'm definitely from Nirmathas too! You're not trying to suggest I'm from Molthune, are you? Because I'm not! I hate them as much as the rest of us do, especially after they threw me in prison!" Caspan objects. He's not sure why it matters that the cow is also from Nirmathas, but if it makes the halfling happy, who's he to care?

Now
"If they're down there, and we're up here, it's not a big complexation," he says, pulling out his rarely used heavy crossbow and fitting a bolt into the groove.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

"Looks like there's a way to get down below," Caspan points out. "We could probably clear it."

He looks to see if the moose wants to move all the heavy stuff so he won't have to do it himself.

"Well, how do we put restify them for good?" Caspan asks the others. And then can head on when we don't come up with an answer.

Caspan closes in on the nearest quarrygeist and throws a fist at it.

"They're not so tough!" he encourages his companions.

Fist (Power Attack): 1d20 + 14 - 3 ⇒ (19) + 14 - 3 = 30
Damage: 1d10 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

"You're probably just hallucinationalizing," Caspan says. "Probably just some dumb rocks."

He heads over to kick it to prove his point.

Caspan shrugs.

"Looks OK again. Maybe they made someone fix it back up?" he says. "If there's gold in there..."

"Yeah, let's go," Caspan says. "Maybe we'll find some friendly morlocks too."

"They're the cow-men, right?" Caspan asks, scratching his head. "That doesn't sound too scary. Just punch 'em in the udder."

Caspan grumbles but helps with the burial details, stomping obliviously over any tracks no Know (nature).

"Well, we're not going to get there by sitting around," he grumbles.

"I mean, once you decompensate down to bones, I don't think you really care what happens to you, right?" Caspan says. "I mean unless you're a lick, I think it's the carty-ledge that really cares."

I forgot, Caspan has bone fists active. So +1 to natural armor, +2 to damage rolls, if any of those hit.

Caspan steps into the closest suit of armor as he falls into his fighting stance and tries to knock it over before pummeling it.

"They're not so tough!" he calls out as his fists slam into metal.

Swift action: Assume Boar stance, 5-foot step, full attack
Brawler's flurry (trip): 1d20 + 18 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 18 - 2 = 20
Brawler's flurry (unarmed): 1d20 + 14 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 14 - 2 = 13
Damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Brawler's flurry (unarmed): 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 9 - 2 = 9
Damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Brawler's flurry (unarmed): 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 9 - 2 = 15
Damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Haste: 1d20 + 14 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 14 - 2 = 28
Damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Additional damage if two strikes hit: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 6) = 10

And AoO if they try to stand up (unarmed, flurry): 1d20 + 14 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 14 - 2 = 19
Damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Didn't get much help from the dice bot there.

As a heads-up, I'm getting a tooth extracted Wednesday. I'll presumably be on some sort of pain killer for a few days afterward, so not sure how that will affect my posting. I'll post tomorrow (Tuesday), but I'd say feel free to bot me after that if I'm ever holding things up.

Caspan steps up, ready to fight the armors when they get a little closer. Seeing their reach, he ready himself to be at a bit of a distance. Swift action to get Lunge, 5-ft. step, ready action to punch the first armor that gets close. -2 to AC if I do need to lunge, as I assume I will.

Fist (Power Attack): 1d20 + 14 - 3 ⇒ (6) + 14 - 3 = 17
Damage: 1d10 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

Caspan heads into the trap door, looking around.

"Yeah, this isn't too bad."

"Thanks, father, but I also got these vials of fire I've been herding for the right day. Might be today."

"Hngrh," Caspan grunts. "Little new guy makes a good point. We're pretty form-i-table. But I don't know that I'm going to be any good at punching mist. Isn't anything in there likely dead anyway?"

He shrugs. He doesn't see the point in going into the dead village -- and if the mist hasn't left, is it really likely to? -- but if the others want to do what the cow-boy wants, he'll go along with it.

I can soak up damage from the thing and/or take out zombies, especially with various protections, but I think magic is the key to beating the mist itself. Maybe I "distact" it while others use spells from afar.

Caspan shrugs, having no idea what it was. Then he realizes what Gren said.

"What do you mean, I amuse him?!"

Caspan looks at Ringo, carrying both Wren and Gren and grunts.

"Your cow's stronger than it looks. She's pretty heavy!"

I think fleeing makes a lot of sense at this point. Let's come back when we've made some preparations and gotten Wren a bit healthier. Especially since her magic missiles are going to be really helpful here.

Reflex: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Caspan's so busy watching the big creature, he doesn't even notice the gas creeping up on him.

"That doesn't look good," Caspan grunts.

If no one stops him for magical checks or whatever, he looks around and then begins walking in to get a closer look.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

I think that makes sense.

Caspan looks at the details in the messages.

"Huh," he says, looking confused. He scratches his head with one meaty finger.

He flips the paper around, and nods to himself in satisfaction as he scans its words.