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Looks good to me too.

me either. I have my own and took a potion of CMW and a potion of invisibility (which is not much help against bats)

The bats will dissipate if we leave the room.

Because there seems to be a difference in opinion about tactics.

Cheswick dashes trough the door and down to floor 2, leaving those with less tactical acumen to flail about at the bats.

Cheswick moves away from the swarm, suggesting, "If we all go in the next room and close the door, I'm sure the bats would go away."

After moving away, he plinks the swarm with a magic missile.

mm: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"Absolutely."

I think Brog finally gets to benefit from the hypnotism now, right?

Cheswick follows up Brogs blow with a little mote of magic.

MM damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"'Fraid not, Brog. I opted for the wand of magic missiles. After this mission I'm hoping I can afford one."

Cheswick does a double take.

She likes me?!

And returns a shy and nervous smile.

"I think I would like that."

Cheswick thinks we should explore the remaining level. He would figure that is why they are here and one more broken door is not going to matter much. As a player, on the other hand, I could give a crap about exploring every inch of the place and would rather move on.

Can you move her up into close range, please?

Any time. Done.

She keeps up her pain stare on the trog but attempts to daze him

DC 15 Will

Daze is a close range spell. Did you want to move closer?

Cheswick pulls out his wand and mutters 'ping'.

A mote of energy streaks over to the troglodyte and burns a small hole in its chest.

Magic missile damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Cheswick sees an opening and tosses an acid flask at the spiders.

to Hit ranged touch, point blank, guidance, range: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
damage, point blank: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Permission to throw acid at the spiders requested from Jimmothy. By PFS rules I have to ask if my actions will cause damage to a PC.

Cheswick runs around the crocodile (and into the shelter of a nice sturdy wall, not liking the spell forming), and then tries to neutralize the crocodile with a DC 15 color spray.

He was really tempted to run in front of everyone, as he has a close range and, well, just too fitting spell for the egomaniac in front of him (Delusional Pride), but his skinny 7 HP butt would be hanging in the wind if he did that.

spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18 to identify the spell.

We head up the stairs to the final level.

If you guys want to do any buffing, now is the time.

"Wow. THAT long! Looks like it only has one tongue though, so...."

Cheswick uncharacteristically bolts forward and casts a DC 16 color spray on the frog.

Using a reservoir point to boost the DC by 1.

Cheswick watches the retreating hips, then notices that he is watching the retreating hips and blushes. Fortunately he was not given the chance to speak and the group moves on to more safe topics, like frogs. He is so distracted he does not pay much attention until Kam throws a wad of fire at the beast.

"I wonder how far it can lash that tongue."

Cheswick waits, wand of magic missiles in hand, to see what the reaction to the fire will be.

Cheswick blinks at her a few times as he processes what she said and then chuckles nervously.

"I never had much use for gluteal development. Though I do appreciate it in..."

Cheswick quickly cuts what he was about to say short.

That was a close one!

Then realizes that what someone might assume could be worse than what he might actually say.

"in, uh in... pork! I do love bacon!"

Cheswick freezes and stares at M, face flushed, his mouth moving like a goldfish with no sound coming out. Finally he manages an eloquent "Er... I... No, I meant, uh, no..." and looks around to the others for help.

"You know, you don't have to give a big list each time. We all know the scaled races. I have to agree with the fellow though. If I never meet another trog in my entire life, it will be too soon... So, you gonna stick around for when we meet the nut case upstairs, or do you want to wait somewhere safe? Say, what do you know about his god? Might help us plan for the conflict."

Cheswick sidles up to M and asks quietly, rubbing at some puke that got on his shirt. "Say, you happen to have a prestidigitation spell?"

Oh crap. I hope she doesn't think I'm asking becuause I think she needs it!

"Um, because, you know, I kind of messed myself."

Did I just say that? I hope she doesn't think I crapped my pants. Why do I even speak? It never comes out right.

Cheswick hands it over after a theatrical flourish.

"Any idea what they planned to do with you?"

"Oh, um, then is this yours?"

Cheswick holds out the rapier sideways.

"We are fresh out of lizards. Nothing but us ..."

Cheswick is about to say humans but gets flustered because he's not sure whether the animal companions or their owners will get mad at him.

"...assorted humans and beasts."

Oh, crap! What if the half orc thinks I'm calling him a beast!?

Cheswick gives the half-orc a sidelong glance to make sure he wasn't offended.

After playing with the rapier, Cheswick also nabs the scrolls after noticing that they are still there and relatively clean of barf goo.

Cheswick, who has always wanted to be a dashing swashbuckling noble with a rapier, takes the weapon and flourishes it, looking like a bad actor, stabbing the air with a "Hah!"

So restorative touch on Brog, M, and Cheswick?

Cheswick looks at Brog's handiwork, more than a little sick to his stomach himself.

"Awe, sheesh, Brog. Only a trog would go near that box now, and we're fresh out of trogs!"

Hey, Tyranius, mark Cheswick as sickened too. Can't let Brog have all the fun.

Cheswick tentatively enters the room and sends another missile at red.

"Whoo, hooo. we got them on the ruuuUUn!" He ends his sentence with a retching rendition of run.

MM: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

No need. The penalties really do not matter for this character. Now, Brog, on the other hand...

fort ST: 1d20 ⇒ 1

Oi! Good thing Cheswick doesn't roll anything to hit with his magic missiles.

Keeping his distance, Cheswick situates him in the corner and pops the only one currently visible with a long range magic missile from his wand.

MM damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Cheswick wanders back down and says,

"Next level is locked. Any of you able to pick a lock?"

"I rather liked the poor thing. A pity it wasn't shock trained. Oh, well. Onward and upward?"

Cheswick makes for the stairs but waits for a 'fighter' to go ahead of him.

In that case Cheswick will wring his hands and keep silent as he watches the brutality.

With a sign, Cheswick moves up and delivers a halfhearted DC 14 Daze to the poor animal.

He murmurs, "Go to sleep poor beast, go to your eternal sleep."

Cheswick watches as M starts dangling her bauble and Brog charges in swinging.

"I guess Brog wants a change in plan, M. Unless you plan to swing that at the doggie thing, you might as well put it away."

"Oh crap."

Cheswick backpedals furiously.

"I think it may be a bit TOO friendly. From the looks of what happened to Jim, That can be painful. Anyone have a stick they can throw. Maybe it likes playing fetch?"

"Good idea, I hope. Nothing could go wrong with this, right?"

"Weeelll, it didn't bite anyone. Nothing happened until Jimmy stuck his hand in it's face. Maybe it would leave us alone if we left it alone. And we ARE supposed to explore this place. I'm sure the VC would be just DELIGHTED if his team bypassed every room with a little danger in it. Lets try to go in but give it a wide berth."

I would have done the same thing if someone tried to feed me that smelly thing.

Cheswick blinks a few times and then backpedals, partly because of lighting beast, and partly because moving the trog body cuases a new wave of stench to waft from the area.

"Feeding the wildlife again? That worked out SOOOooo well last time. And that is not what I would call a 5-star meal. I mean, why not just feed it poison?"

Though he meant the last part as poison, he realizes that it could be taken literally.

"Not that I'm suggesting you kill the pup. I didn't actually mean poison it. Unless it tries to kill us. That never builds trust."

"I guess we should explore the rest of this level? Unless someone wants to try their luck in a crumbling room, as in NOT ME."

I think we should try the unopened room on this level in the clockwise direction.

"Uh, OK. You first" Cheswick wonders what the spear would have done to his unprotected, vulnerable, and oh so feeble midsection.

"You think those tracks came from those stinky fellows?"

"Sure, that way is as good as any."

Cheswick waits patiently for the metal head to open the door.

Though he thinks it pointless, Cheswick casts detect magic and scans the area from the maximum distance possible.

Appraise: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

"What a pile of garbage. I think. Do you all think its garbage too?"

Cheswick is unwilling to rummage around in such obviously crappy, not to mention smelly, garbage. In fact, he chooses to wait at a distance while the other, more greedy pathfinders, rub trog stench all over themselves.

"Ack! Uh, call your mangy mutt-thing off."