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Sootscale flies 5 feet and bombs a few more bad guys!

Sand Bomb vs Red-blue: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (16) + 21 = 37; Damage: 6d6 + 11 ⇒ (2, 5, 2, 2, 1, 4) + 11 = 27
Sand Bomb vs Red-blue: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (17) + 21 = 38; Damage: 6d6 + 11 ⇒ (4, 3, 3, 4, 6, 3) + 11 = 34
Sand Bomb vs Blue or Purple-pink, whichever is more injured: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (14) + 21 = 35; Damage: 6d6 + 11 ⇒ (2, 4, 1, 4, 1, 5) + 11 = 28
Sand Bomb vs Blue or Purple-pink, whichever is more injured: 1d20 + 21 - 5 ⇒ (2) + 21 - 5 = 18; Damage: 6d6 + 11 ⇒ (2, 3, 4, 1, 6, 3) + 11 = 30

By his reckoning, a new cluster of enemies deserved some bombing. He launches with furious speed!

Flurry of Bombs!
Sand Bomb vs Green, Mutagen, Heroism, Haste, Favored Enemy: 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 14 + 2 + 2 + 1 + 2 = 27; Damage, Heroism, Favored Enemy: 6d6 + 7 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (6, 4, 5, 5, 4, 3) + 7 + 2 + 2 = 38
Sand Bomb vs Blue: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (8) + 21 = 29; Damage: 6d6 + 11 ⇒ (5, 2, 1, 4, 2, 2) + 11 = 27
Sand Bomb vs Orange-Yellow: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (2) + 21 = 23; Damage: 6d6 + 11 ⇒ (4, 6, 2, 5, 4, 6) + 11 = 38
Iterative Stink Bomb vs Orange-Yellow: 1d20 + 21 - 5 ⇒ (6) + 21 - 5 = 22; Damage: 6d6 + 11 ⇒ (6, 1, 6, 4, 2, 1) + 11 = 31

Splash Damage = 17. DC22 Reflex save for half and not blinded. Stink Bomb creates a Stinking Cloud type effect with a 10' radius from Orange-Yellow, DC22 Fort save or nauseated for 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 rounds. The cloud lasts 1 round.

Oh, I never noticed that there's no save for blindness on the main guy! I've been playing that wrong for the entire campaign. On the other hand, the stagger effect on the Grenadier's crit is minimum 1 round, even on a save.

Seeing Donovan in a bit of trouble, Sootscale flies out from the woods (keeping himself near the fearsome Tikroch for protection and launches a bomb at the foes confronting him! Move, targeting White with a Sand Bomb. Let's have Sootscale flying 20' up.

Bomb, Mutagen, Heroism, Haste: 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 14 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 39; Damage, Heroism: 6d6 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (5, 5, 2, 4, 1, 4) + 7 + 2 = 30
Crit?: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (3) + 19 = 22; Damage: 6d6 + 9 ⇒ (2, 3, 2, 1, 1, 4) + 9 = 22
13 splash damage on enemies near White, and enemies blinded 1 round (Reflex DC 22 to avoid blindness and take half splash damage). If the crit lands, Fort DC 22 or staggered for 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 rounds, on save, staggered 1 round.

Surprise round!

Sootscale tries to fly forward sneakily, if such a thing is at all possible!
Fly 60'
Stealth, speed penalty: 1d20 + 23 - 5 ⇒ (9) + 23 - 5 = 27

Sootscale hands out the following buffs/extracts:

Cast immediately:
Mutagen on self
Mage Armor on self (with wand haded to Chrysa)
Protection from Arrows, Communal on party
Tears to Wine on party (+5 to Int and Wis skill checks)
Freedom of Movement on self and Tikroch
Heroism on self (via Alchemical Allocation)
Magic Circle Against Evil on self (via Alchemical Allocation)
Magic Circle Against Evil on Chrysa (via Alchemical Allocation)

Handed out for future use:
Greater Invisibility extract - Chrysa
Reduce Person extract - Chrysa
Shield extract - Tikroch, Chrysa
Fly extract - Donovan, Tikroch

Okay, I think this is all I need to do to level up (twice, since I'm 2 levels behind):

Alchemist 11 / U. Monk 1
+16 HP
+2 BAB
+1 Fort / Ref
Bombs 6d6 damage
Staggering Blast (from Grenadier archetype)
Discovery: Preserve Organs
Feat: Extra Discovery: Dragonification (Mummification but with acid immunity instead of cold)
Skills: Craft (alchemy) x2, Escape Artist x2, K. Arcana x2, K. Dungeoneering x2, K. Engineering x2, K. Nature x2, Perception x2, Stealth x2, Survival x2, TBD x2
(I think I have extra skill points and I'll sort that out, probably need to deduct from Acrobatics)
Formulae: Freedom of Movement, Greater Invisibility

Retrain Draconic Scales racial to natural armor, probably.

Hoping I got this right! Will update my character sheet after letting this sit for a while.

"No good, no good!" says Sootscale, annoyed with his failed initial assassination. He stretches out his wings and tries to follow Chrysa!

Activating Wings, flying 60' in pursuit!

"Oh just die already!" Sootscale continues the onslaught of bombs, using a mix!
2 sand bombs and a stink bomb.

Sand Bomb: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15; Damage: 5d6 + 7 ⇒ (4, 5, 6, 1, 2) + 7 = 25
Sand Bomb: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31; Damage: 5d6 + 7 ⇒ (3, 5, 3, 3, 6) + 7 = 27
Stink Bomb, Iterative: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23; Damage: 5d6 + 7 ⇒ (6, 6, 4, 4, 5) + 7 = 32

Reflex DC21 or blind 1 round. The stink bomb has a 10' radius, fort DC21 or nauseated as Stinking Cloud for 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 rounds.

Sootscale begins the bombardment of poor Drelev. "Bombs away!" Sand bomb with Fire damage, so save or blinded.

Sand Bomb, Surprise Round: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14; Damage: 5d6 + 7 ⇒ (1, 6, 6, 1, 2) + 7 = 23

Sootscale waits to see if something less noisy than bombs might deal with the other poor guard.

The kobold interjects himself into this conversation. "Of course he is not properly prepared, he is a holy warrior."

Sootscale, on the other hand, digs through his bag and takes out a couple of vials. "Drink this one," he begins, pointing to a small elixir. "Then swish this around and spit it back into the bottle. Don't drink second potion or you waste it!"

Alchemical Allocation into Lesser Restoration
Lesser Restoration: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Sootscale nods. "Defeat the lord, then grab the horde," he declares.

Seemingly content to remain silent for some time, he suddenly interjects as Numesti mentions a chance for treasure. "Treasure vault? In cellar? Any powerful items in vault?"

"Yes," agrees Sootscale, who begins looking around for a key to set the prisoners free.

Perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34

Hi folks, my theory that things would be better in a week was too optimistic. I suspect work is going to keep me from posting for the next couple of months, with late September being the time where I can jump back in. I have a September 21 deadline I'm facing, and there may be spillover / I'll need to recover. I'm really sorry for the trouble.

I will roll with whatever solution makes sense to you. Happy to have my character botted or have my character or just step away from the action temporarily. If you prefer to move on entirely, I'm okay with that too; I don't want to sap the momentum of any of my games.

Sorry for the prolonged absence. I need another week or so to power through a busy and stressful time. Please bot me as needed.

Alchemist 10 / U. Monk 1
+1 BAB
+1 Fort/Ref
BAB to HP
Improved Critical (Bombs)
Spontaneous Healing discovery ("The alchemist gains the ability to heal from wounds rapidly. As a free action once per round, he can heal 5 hit points as if he had the fast healing ability. He can heal 5 hit points per day in this manner for every 2 alchemist levels he possesses. If the alchemist falls unconscious because of hit point damage and he still has healing available from this ability, the ability activates automatically each round until he is conscious again or the ability is depleted for the day.")
Staggering Blast ("Whenever a grenadier scores a successful critical hit with a bomb, the creature directly struck by that bomb is staggered for 1d4+1 rounds. A successful Fortitude save (DC equals the bomb’s Reflex save DC to avoid splash damage) reduces the duration to 1 round. The effects of this ability stack with a frost bomb’s staggering effect, but not with the effects of the Staggering Critical feat. Additional hits from a staggering blast add to the effect’s overall duration.")

Acrobatics x2, Craft Alchemy, Escape Artist, K. Arcana, K. Engineering, K. Nature, Perception, Stealth, Survival

"Stab? Sootscale prefers to burn his foes!" He begins preparing concoctions especially for the fight ahead.

Tinker pulls out some alchemical trinkets and starts fidgeting with them. "Mmmmm. Ahhh." Because he thinks that's how gnomes are supposed to act.

Sootscale takes the invitation from the giants to take a drink himself! He trusted that his great experience drinking all sorts of concoctions would make it easy to handle a simple ale.

Drink, drink, so we can kill you all!

Sootscale / Tinker was a very bad liar, so he keeps his thoughts to himself and lets Mum do all the talking. To encourage the giants' thirst, he starts pouring a cup of ale for himself--one that would be laughably tiny for the giants. He then takes a sip. It was better than he'd expected!

Sootscale nods at Mum's advice. "Good point--no make fancy ale for stupid giants."

"Ah, yes yes, very very long journey to reach inn that was right here," he notes, reorienting to their original task. And their assumed identities--the kobold looked like a gnome once more. "Tinker will begin brewing. You strong ones help move heavy things. Like those casks. Need water. Yeast. Wheat. And fire. Cheap ale, giants won't know better."

Sootscale looks back and forth between Tess and Mum, and realizes that the question was not entirely random.

"Better towns than this one to be found," says Sootscale. "Like Silvermine, kobold home! Many fine Sootscale kobolds live there."

"Better to forget the horror and remember friends in better times," the kobold suggests. "What you do now? Want new home for piano? Maybe you can help with grand plan to free town from Lord Drelev by getting giants drunk."

Sootscale starts feeling his own body, then goes over and touches the vampiric boy. "Real? Vincent real!" Sootscale gives Vincent a hug. "Sootscale so happy to see Vincent!" His sudden fondness for Vincent is a stark contrast from his usual suspicion.

He says absolutely nothing to the bandit, not wanting to get shot for real. He frowns when the spirit tells her story. "Your friends. They were not saved like the bandit? They are not here? Same for the Bandit's guards. They all gone?"

Sootscale is startled to know that the Bandit knows who or what Tess is. Was that why she was spared when the Bandit allowed all the others to be killed?

Sootscale looks to Tess as the music changes. Was she trying to match the Bandit's moods? It was curious that in loop after loop, the Bandit never chose to slay Tess.

As Chrysa and the Bandit have their special moment together, Sootscale just watches. They seemed to understand each other well. Maybe a little too well. Who knew what death she had wrought for the sake of love, power, and vengeance?

It was fortunate that the kobold was on her good list.

"Palomino," adds Sootscale, stepping forward alongside Chrysa. "You came here before, and you said that the next time you are here to say the word. Palomino."

"Palomino? Kind of horse? Okay. Bandit wanted us to say 'Palomino' next time we see him. Not sure why, but we can try."

"Bandit tried to tell Sootscale word, but was cut off. He said 'Palomin-'. Mean anything to you?"

"Sootscale don't know what is happening. Except that you have killed Sootscale before. And probably you kill Sootscale again. And again. As long as you kill, you stuck here. Killing Sootscale doesn't work."

He closes his eyes tightly and clenches his fists, bracing for the painful execution.

"Why some of your men now zombies?" asks Sootscale in the inn. He tries not to cringe as he asks the question, strongly suspecting that he was about to be shot.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24

"That's Governor Sootscale to you!" corrects the kobold quickly, as Tikroch gets his title wrong. That's a legacy of character creation.

"The guards remember. They ignored Sootscale the first time, then they tried to shoot Sootscale the second time. But! Horse is fake, not real. Made of same magic as the rest of this place. Horse not that interesting. And journal room is locked, you cannot go inside in your physical form. Maybe Chrysa could. Or Sootscale borrowing Chrysa's tools."

Oops! Well, maybe it's time our party members figure out who you are anyway?

"Ugh, dying is so painful," Sootscale mentions. He explains what the party has learned to Chrysa. "Did Chrysa learn anything while spirit was away?"

Sootscale sighs inside. Dying was so painful. Confronting this bandit was completely against his kobold instincts to hide, lay traps, evade, survive. And yet, as he watched Tikroch stand boldly and just talk to the bandit, Sootscale knew that he needed to find the courage to stand and speak as well. Even if it meant he would have to die. Again.

"You very strong, you can kill all who stand before you. All your enemies dead. Yet you keep killing. Why? You, stuck in spiral of killing. Memories lost in the haze. You can make different choice. Keep bullet in gun this time."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13. Lol, Donovan save us!

Your horse? Are you kidding me? thinks Sootscale, who is very much staying out of the way and trying to keep a low profile.

Stealth, mutagen, reduce person: 1d20 + 28 ⇒ (18) + 28 = 46

"Sootscale just doesn't want to die again. Sootscale succeeded two times thus far." He shrugs, uncertainly, tears out a page of his formula book, and sees if Tikroch or Donovan want to give it a try.

"Ah, Tikroch made it inside room, very good. Sootscale tried to go inside with bombs, but bombs would make lights flicker. Seemed too dangerous to keep going."

Sootscale considers Donovan's idea. "Hm, very wise. Maybe could work. But what to say?"

Sootscale waves away the enthusiastic innkeep who's about to be murdered. He looks around and is extremely disappointed to not see Mum/Chrysa. "Listen, Bandit and guards are learning. They remember. Not too much, but guard remembered Sootscale, and Bandit tried to shoot Sootscale! Bandit has locked room in outhouse next to keep. Stuff inside room is real, not like the rest of larger world."

He looks to Tikroch and Luca. "Where you go? What happened when you dead?"

As Sootscale is suddenly reverse-timed back into the room once more, he explains what he understands.

"That was definitely shorter, right? Only a half-hour or so before reset, not full hour. Sootscale tried to find the trail of where the bandit comes from to look for clues. Will try again. Maybe you try killing lesser guards this time? Or see if Tess can explain?"

Unless anyone stops him, Sootscale exits the building once again and, this time, flies as fast as possible to where the Bandit's trail was previously, before continuing to follow the track. As he flies, he looks to see if he soars over the Bandit and the other men.

Sootscale feels his body and finds no gaping holes where the powerful bandit had shot him. He responds to Chrysa, and loops in Donovan. "Oh good, Sootscale still alive, for now." He looks around. "Can't say the same for Tikroch."

As Chrysa shares information, Sootscale does as well. "Sootscale went to keep. Not real place, but painted maybe. Like a real keep only from one direction. Horse there looked nice but not real."

He shakes his head, unsure of what to do next. "Bandit very strong. And no Tikroch, even harder to fight bandit. Maybe go outside, learn more. Hope Tikroch returns next time."

I'm entering a busy period at work that may keep me tied up until February 12 (Super Bowl Sunday). I'll still try to check in and post, but I can't guarantee I'll make a consistent appearance. Please feel free to bot me.

Sootscale steps forward popping out from under the table. "Bombs away!" he shouts, and begins lobbing at the foe with the gun.

Force bomb ranged touch flurry, Mutagen, Reduce Person, Inspire Courage: 1d20 + 12 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 12 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 34; Damage, Inspire Courage: 5d4 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (4, 3, 3, 3, 3) + 7 + 2 = 25
Force bomb ranged touch flurry, Mutagen, Reduce Person, Inspire Courage: 1d20 + 12 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 12 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 35; Damage, Inspire Courage: 5d4 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (1, 2, 1, 2, 3) + 7 + 2 = 18
Force bomb ranged touch iterative, Mutagen, Reduce Person, Inspire Courage: 1d20 + 7 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 15; Damage, Inspire Courage: 5d4 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (2, 3, 1, 4, 3) + 7 + 2 = 22
Miss Direction: 1d8 ⇒ 8

On direct hit, Reflex DC21 or fall prone. 14 splash damage, precise bombs excludes Chrysa and Tikroch.

Trained in kobold methods of ambush warfare, Sootscale too seems ready to attack--should he be able to employ some bombs without unduly harming other patrons or the inn.

If bombs don't seem feasible, Sootscale does have nets--nets he knows how to infuse with alchemist's fire.

"Not sure why, but you stepping out was a bit hard on Tess," reports the kobold. He hands Tikroch an elixir. "This one gives you an invisible shield of force," he notes.

"Cheers!". Expecting to encounter their foe shortly, he takes a sip of his ale and then starts downing various elixirs.

Buffing per the plan in Discussion. He also drinks Reduce Person and offers Chrysa the same elixir if she wants it. And he finds a space where a tiny kobold might not be noticed, i.e., hoping to stealth.