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The Son rematerializes once the chain passes through him harmlessly. "I will take him. " he says with a bow.

He deftly moves to the fallen Zefiro and drags him out towards his Mother. "He is retrieved, Mother. "

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I'm just wondering if I need to sunder or try to pull people down.

Initiative-Son: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

As the chains swing, the Son turns incorporeal, letting the metal swing harmlessly through him.

Are the chains reachable from the floor with 5' reach?

The Son glowers at the fallen woman and mercilessly lashes out with his fists at the hopefully scared woman.

Since a 24 got me two rounds of Intimidate last time, I assume I at least get one from the Intimidate, so his Power from Despair kicks in.

Slam @ Signifier | Prone/PfD: 1d20 + 3 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 4 + 2 = 17
Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 2 = 7

Slam @ Signifier | Prone/PfD: 1d20 + 3 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 3 + 4 + 2 = 27
Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 2 = 8

The Son nods to the Mother and steps forward, lashing out with his fists at the red tabard soldier. "Thank you for your aid, Mother." he says reverently as the spell activates.

Slam @ Red: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Slam @ Red: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Miserable Strike (Su): If the phantom hits a creature with a slam attack, that creature must succeed at a Will Saving Throw (DC 12 = 10 + 1/2 the phantom's Hit Dice + the phantom's Charisma modifier) or take a –2 penalty on attack and damage rolls for 1 round. This is a mind-affecting fear and emotion effect. Penalties from multiple hits don't stack with themselves.

The Son bows to his mother. "Apologies. I don't... know what came over me." he says, deferring to the maternal aggression.

This character is definitely a murder dumbo. I mean it's based on a scenario's BBEG who basically just wants to kill and maim, so... Good roleplaying means acting dumb and murder-y right?

"I will fetch the amulet." says the Son dourly as his body begins to shimmer and he practically glides across the glyphs.

The Son will turn incorporeal for this to retrieve the amulet of the rat.

The Son bows and quickly moves to the well and descends to the bottom.

Take 10 for an 11 to climb to the bottom of the well.

The Son follow suit, wordlessly moving up to the beast and lashing out with his fist.

Slam: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

The Son nods at her command. "Yes, Mother." he remarks before stepping up to flank with Atanxi and letting loose with his fists.

Slam @ Green | Flanking: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 2 = 13
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Slam @ Green | Flanking: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 2 = 8
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

As the Loving Son moves in, he sees his Mother's blade flash and tries to slam his fist into the creature as well. "You know not what you've done..."

Slam @ Red | Flanking: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 3 + 2 = 19
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"We have come to warn a woman named Mireille about her potential discovery by the Hellknights and to ensure that she leaves town immediately to avoid capture." remarks the Son as he stands near the Mother, ignoring the fact that she is lecturing a small child.

Chrysalis bows after knocking. "As you wish, Mother."

The Son moves up and cracks his knuckles to add effect to his Mother's words. "We are aware of how business is handled here in Cheliax and we may not have weapons, but I'm sure that we can come to some sort of agreement."

Aid Another: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12 [ooc]+2 to Chrysalis' roll to make it 18.

Tall and striking Chrysalis steps forward and bows his head to the halfling. "We have nothing to declare, mister halfling. We are here as ambassadors of the Society at the bequest of Her Infernal Majestrix, Queen Abrogail II of the Thrice-Damned House of Thrune. My Mother is fascinated with the Museum of History." he summarizes for Tamrin.

Chrysalis bows to the room. "We shall meet you at the Museum."

He quickly follows the 'woman' from the room.

The man in the corner sighs. "Mother, you forgot your prized scythe. They gave it to me for you when they released you earlier..."

A man in a nice set of robes enters into the room, but something seems off about him. "Don't worry, Mother. I have arrived. Please be nice to everyone so that we can return to our doll-making business in peace."

The man stands idly in the corner as his mother dotes over him.