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Nothing I'm afraid. I creeped on his other games and it seems pretty wholesale. Hope for the best and roll on I guess.

Hopefully it's not a health thing, just some crazy RL adventure.

It appears so.

Chrona will scan the room in disgust, nudging over whatever debris with her toe and sword as she waits for Ren to give the lone remaining door an "all clear".

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12

As Renbstepsnout, Chrona moves as well. She tries to corner one that looks defenseless and slashes at it.

Longsword, scorching: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13 +2 if can flank
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 1 = 10

Noticing that Ren is in a good position, Chrona holds her ground and chastises the sinspawn with the best odds of getting around Praetor.

"Hey! What's the matter with ya?! Too scared to fight a woman?! You should have seen all your brothers we killed, one by one just as they stepped out of that little cursed pool."

Intimidate (demoralize): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Chrona will move onto the deck, so to draw the sinspawn across the doors threshold and give Ren advantage.

Init: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Chrona nods and readies herself as Praetor charges through the door.

Draining the well was uncomfortable for Chrona, she was more than eager to leave that place. As they stalked the last passageway her skin crawled as she dreaded what was left before them.

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19

"Safely? They're spawned by someone bleeding into it, that doesn't sound safe to me.. I'm rather.. uncomfortable with summoning demons as well. Let's just spill it over or break the basin and get on."

The thought of summoning an evil creature takes Chrona back to her days locked up with Karl... dark, evil things would step forth after his sacrifices. She has never wanted to take part in something like that again.

Chrona braves against the shriek.
Will!: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
But the effect seems to only piss her off.

Probably not, just noticed a huge build issue with no great ranged option!

Chrona casts Flare, causing a bright light to erupt in the creatures face.

DC 13 Fort save or dazzled

With the summoned creature swiftly destroyed, Chrona reaches out towards the flying demon. "What is this place damn it!"

A coruscating ray springs from her hand at the thing, with moderate accuracy.

Ray of Enfeeblement, Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
STR damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

The longsword steams in her hand as things inevitably go awry.

Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Chrona scowls at the water and debates tipping the whole thing over. As Arkon opens a door and steps into a room, Chrona clenches her longsword that begins to glow red hot.

Chrona takes up the back, following once the stealthy members have already entered the new area and keeping their backs safe as the group moves through the tunnels.

Ops, misses a post.

As Chrona walks by the creatures she looks at them in a more relaxed light.
Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Welcome!

Chrona will continue to move out of this room, continuing down the path.

Chrona will attempt to flank as well. If unable, -2

Longsword, Scorching, Flank, Bless: 1d20 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 2 + 1 = 15
Damage, Scorching: 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 1 = 9

Sorry to see you go man!

Chrona springs into action stepping through the doorway and fire erupting from her hands.
will move so I get both in the cone.

Burning Hands, Ref DC 14: 2d4 ⇒ (1, 1) = 2 sigh

Init: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

For all us Darkness impaired, on her action Chrona will move her Dancing Lights into the room.

No and I've been going nuts today! Feeling a bit more sane now... good news is it's thebhottest post on Website Feedback. Fix should be rolled out soon.

"Let's open the door and go from there." Chrona'a two floating orbs move over to the door.

Chrona spins to counter the creature that recently missed at her.

Power Attack,Longsword, Scorching, Flank: 1d20 + 4 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 2 - 1 = 6
Damage, Power Attack, Scorching: 1d8 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 2 + 1 = 11

Chrona sees Ren's intentions and moves to aid. 'If we both play to our strengths, maybe then this won't end deadly.' Her Longsword begins to glow as she slashes out at the flanked thing.

Longsword, Scorching, Flank: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 2 = 12
Damage, Scorching: 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 = 5

Moves to flank with Ren
Attack, Scorching Weapons

Chrona moves between Akron and Lackspell.

Chrona watches somewhat emotionless as Ameiko is quickly nursed back to health. She thinks for a moment that her words maybhave been too cold, then forgets the notion as Arkon amd Praetor provide her with distracting entertainment.

She stays underground as Ameiko is returned to her Inn, the whole while realizing the envrionment doesn't suit her. It's, just, smothering. The presense of the Earth bearing down on her as they advance through the hole, sending chills down her back.

Chrona directs her two globes of light into the room with Ameiko, allowing everyone to see freely. "Oh good, I think she's breathing.. Varak! Praetor! In here! Can either of you tell what did this?"

When Akron opens the first door, Chrona immediately commands one of the floating light globes into the room.

Chrona gets a smile on her face as the half elf glares at her with contempt. When Praetor leaves she follows him, "If you don't want me to join you I understand, but we should talk before you interrogate that one. Aldern shared some details with me about Ameiko's family history that may prove useful. I'm also curious if that goblin of yours will recognize him."

As they descend the stairs onto the dark Chrona casts Dancing Lights, letting the luminaries float before them to light the way.

Still plying the captured man for information, Chrona notices he's a half elf and takes a leap of faith. "I know you, your Tsuto. No one would blame you for killing your father, but your sister?"

Let me know if you want a Bluff roll.

Apologies, works been nuts.

Chrona's theatrics die down while the man is bound and revived, her sword fizzling out and her hair losing it's fiery flicker. She walks up to him as he talks back to Varak with disrespect, as she grabs him by the face it is clear the ifrit's blood still boils underneath.
"You have no right! Listen to me you goblin-f+!+er, cooperate or I'll make you look worse than the inside of this room. Did you cause the Festival attacks? Are you responsible for what happened here? Where is Ameiko?!"

Intimidate: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Yes! I was in that game with Praetor. It does allow us to make more interesting characters easier, but also does the same for the enemies. You got my vote GM!

I'm guessing there'd be a one-time edit to people who already have power attack, point-blank, etc?

Chrona's longsword bursts into flames as it wildly swipes through the air at a goblin. While striking at the creature a conical jet of fire bursts again from her free hand, bathing some goblins that are clustered together.

Recklessly spinning flames in both hands, Chrona's grin of joy shows she is without much care. The destruction, the heat, all the energy flowing through her, the Ifrit woman is entering a dance of ecstacy.

Longsword, bless, spellcombat: 1d20 + 4 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 1 - 2 = 13 Maybe there's a flank?
Damage, Flaming: 1d8 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (8) + 2 + (2) = 12

Burning Hands, reflex halves DC 14: 2d4 ⇒ (4, 3) = 7

Huh, never thought about it but good point. I'm not sure I guess.

Edit: Just looked, only one per round so no Flaming sword :(

Chrona seems to enter something reminiscent of a rage but much more controlled. She glares at the troublesome goblins and her hair beings to stand on end and flicking at the ceiling like flames. She steps up to corner a goblin, then raising her longsword it bursts into actual flames as she brings it down onto a quivering creature.
Lonsword, Flank, Bless: 1d20 + 4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 2 + 1 = 13
Damage: 1d8 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (8) + 2 + (4) = 14

Swift action: Enter Mystical Focus
Swift action: Hellfire Strike, making weapon flamming
Move action: Flank!
Standard Action: Attack

Sorry! Local con weekend.
As they all run in, Chrona fires a cone of flames out of her off hand at a group of goblins.
Burning Hands, Reflex halves DC 14: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Then as the confusion of combat ensues, Chrona strikes the nearest or most vulnerable goblin in a flurry of spells and slashes.
Spellstrike + Spellcombat, add on flank bonus if available, +3 to spell's attack roll if they're wearing metal armor
Spellstrike: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Shocking grasp, longsword damage: 1d8 + 2 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 2 + (2) = 5
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Longsword damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Chrona turns to Lackspell with a look of hesitation on her face. "Pst, what is this s*~~? Is it safe to even be in here?" She debates holding her breath, then gives Praetor's cigarette an evil eye. 'Will we explode?'

Chrona listens to the crackling. It's similarity to fire oddly comforts her a little as the suspense mounts. While Ren cracks open the door, Chrona prepares to kick the thing down and charge in.

Chrona nods to Lackspell and Varak, then squeezes her cigarette butt in her fist while clenching her long sword a bit tighter. "We should be getting close, right?" She then nods to a closed door and approaches it, waiting for someone to join her before she opens it.

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7

Chrona hands Praetor a cigarette, the tip of which is a small flame. "So.. we should start calling for the help or something soon? I didn't see a bell at the front desk." She walks over to the shift assignments and reads through the names for anything familiar and for who is supposed to be here currently.

Chrona follows behind the folks opening doors. As they continue to find nothing she lights a cigarette and then offers one to anyone around her. "A deceivingly big place, eh? Some of it is pretty good work." Yet despite her detached outward demeanor, she is actually on guard and preparing for the worst.

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17

Chrona draws her longsword as they're waiting outside and picking the lock. She is oblivious to the guard walking up and how her action must have looked. Thankfully there wasn't any harm done.

She moved into the building with the 'less sneaky' bunch, making no effort at stealth she simply takes a few steps in an stops to survey the foyer and articles being sold.

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18
Appraise: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

"Interesting, let's go find out what brought the boy home then." Chrona nods to Ren.

Chrona fans her red face with the brim of her large hat. She accepts the fizzy drink from Lackspell with a raised eyebrow, "Not the hair of the dog, but still couldn't hurt.." She drinks the whole glass in a single shot and then slowly gets to her feet. "I'll just be a moment."

When Chrona returns she seems to have much more energy. Wearing her armor and swords, but keeping the large brimmed hat and necklace on. She's adjusting her gear slightly as she asks, "Can we get a run down on this Brother of Ameiko's, Bethana? What was his character? What was their relationship? Did he remain local as of late?"

Chrona exhales a labored breath, her brain feels pickled. After Aldern left she took the liberty to thoroughly enjoy herself. "Aldern was telling me last night...Ameiko's mother died some short years back...fell or something stupid and tragic. That rude a&+@+@&, who I know we're all suspecting right now, that's Lonjiku, Ameiko's father... I think the story goes that he was there when the mother died? He didn't care though, that I do remember.. Ha! yeah, because she, the mom got knocked up by another, the blatant proof was in their second child, Tsuto is, was? is? a half-elf. I guess it was a scandal when he was born, but no one blamed the woman because that man is so utterly rotten to be around. I guess the guys mere presence is considered torture. So he killed her, the mother, because of his obsession with the families legacy. Never found out where the son is though, but he openly hated Ameiko be being an adventurer and now running a successful tavern because 'It's beneath the family dignity.' Ugh Praetor what do you do for these hangovers?!" Chrona collapses into a chair overly dramatic.

"That's very, intriguing." Chrona says as she eyes Aldern's full glass suspiciously. She takes out a cigarette that appears lit as it reaches her lips. "And this half-elf, Tsuto. Where is he now? You seem to be supportive of Ameiko at least, perhaps there's about to be a shift in the paradigm here as the next noble generation takes the reigns."

Out on their walk Chrona is pleased with what she is seeing of Aldern, 'Hmm, indeed perhaps he is the real deal. Well then..' She accepts some flowers from him and let's him buy her a decadent large brimmed hat as to keep the sun off of her. Cost is irrelevant GM, I see it as a RP item. Returning to the Inn, Chrona hands the flower bouquet to a server telling the girl to break it apart and have flowers adorning the tables as centerpieces.

Chrona enjoys the meal and all the words of praise from the Mayor and the Sheriff. She plays the kind words down modestly, "Oh thank you, but it was nothing. The least we could do for such a charming town in need."

Sitting back in an elegant lounge and swirling a glass of Lackspell's cocktail within her steamed glass, Chrona has been whispering anecdotes and asides into Alerns ear all night. She is just leaning over to when the disgruntled man enters. "Sweetheart, as cute as your interest in this small town is, I believe we both know what these trips are for you. You're smart and have the birthright to have been their king back in those long forgotten days. Is supporting us a clever way to butter-up the citizens to your true motives? When do you plan to announce you're intentions to represent them in Magnimar at the The Council of Ushers? Hmm? Or is it something more loc.." Then the man breaks into the feast and interrupts Chrona's musing.

As he and Ameiko tussle publicly Chrona glares at the man with contempt in her eyes, definitely not helping the man's perception of the group. 'You basic bastard, do NOT ruin this for me. Begone before you roast like that pig.' She settles back down after he leaves with the crowd chuckles and giving Ameiko the benefit of keeping some of her composure.

"Why, that was rude. What exactly is the history there?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Bluff(Effect of the alcohol): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25