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"Alright! I'm always allowed to announce alliteration!" Dawn drags the Razmiri cultists with a brain onto the deck of the ship as soon as the sun rises. "Literature languishes among lowlives, so elevate your linguistic labors! "

Perform(Comedy): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

No one likes Dawn's raunchy Golden city routine.

Here's a battle where all of the rolls went in our favor, unlike the dragon.

"Down you go, lady. I hope whatever creepy gold god is waiting for ya." Dawn sighs. "Looks like we can bring the two relatively sane cultists and Drusan back home with us. I doubt they want to ride the wave."

Falchion vs Blind: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
Slashing Damage: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 3) + 4 = 11
Sonic Damage: 3d6 ⇒ (2, 5, 2) = 9
Concealment vs Blur: 1d100 ⇒ 31
Fort Save DC 15 or deafen the target

Dawn tiptoes away from the goo and takes another swing.

Reflex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

"Whoop." Dawn catches herself. "Blurry. It helps, sometimes!" Dawn hacks away at some of the tentacles.

Dawn practices her hardest to keep quiet as she sneaks up to the altar.

Covering her blade in sound, she reveals herself smile first and giggles. "Pathfinders, piercing the silence!"

Falchion, Invisible: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25
Slashing Damage: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 1) + 4 = 9
Sonic Damage: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 5, 6) = 15
Fort Save DC 15 or deafen the target

Move: Stride towards Iramine
Swift: Spend 2 Eldritch Scion pool points to gain Thunderous Spellstrike
Standard: Spellstrike

Dawn simply nods along. "Well then. Glad you're willing to get out of here. But first we gotta handle your former? Boss. She's got to go."

"Hey. Once we're ready, I'm gonna turn >Invisible< and then >Blurry<. I assume her Foredaddy is going to curse her with... super powers or something."

"I mean, sanity is overrated." Dawn ponders. "But more importantly, I'm glad we're not fighting. I mean, what's going on in there with your boss?"

"Yay! And Foremother said I'd regret dozing off during class!"

"Oh! Well, you toot on it. But if you toot on it the right way, it shoots a fog cloud. Or an obscuring mist." Dawn frowns. "Did I fail the test, Golthwur?"

"That's a shiny axe. We could throw it into a gold-plated lake and see if any fairies retrieve it for us. Oh, but then they couldn't test our truthiness with the gold axe test. Hmm...."

Dawn already has an adamantine falchion. Does anyone want the axe?

IIRC, we have 72 hours total before we ride the gold wave. We've spent at least 8 hours resting, so we probably have enough time for more rest.

"Well, we beat the thing at the door. Everything else should be way easier from here on." Dawn smiles. "Maybe it's time for a celebratory break." She squats.

"Okay. So a dragon walks into a bar, fills the mug with gold and says it's the most expensive drink she's ever had!"
Perform(Comedy): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Reroll well spent.

"I've fallen, and I can't get up!" Dawn mocks the mighty dragon before sheathing her warhammer. "Well, we're still alive. Good job everyone!"

She scans Sir Hayden as his wounds reopen and close. "Um... as always, thank you."

Christmas? But I want good stuff now!

(Seriously, I only rolled above 10 twice in this combat. And one time I burned the reroll!)

Missing her Opportunity to Attack, Dawn tries to swing again.

Warhammer, +1 Frost, Inspire Courage: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 1 + 1 = 16 I don't think I've rolled above 10 this entire combat... gonna burn my GM Reroll.
GM Reroll +2: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 7 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 28 Finally
Bludgeoning Damage, IC: 1d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 1 = 7
Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Poolstrike, Cold: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 6, 4) = 15

Dawn needs to get a refund for this hammer. Later.

Warhammer, +1 Frost, Inspire Courage: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 1 + 1 = 12
Bludgeoning Damage, IC: 1d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 1 = 6
Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Poolstrike, Cold: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 4) = 12

Dawn shakes her warhammer like it's broken or defective.

I think the plan was to run away. Sir Hayden is the slowest due to his curse, right?

"Okay, we're leaving, right?" Dawn prepares to guard the rear.

Dawn will wait for everyone else to move and then protect whomever is closest to the dragon.

Dawn looks down at Angela. "Save her! I'll keep stalling."

Warhammer, +1 Frost, Inspire Courage: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 7 + 1 + 1 = 15 [ooc]
Bludgeoning Damage, IC: 1d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 1 = 12
Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Poolstrike, Cold: 3d6 ⇒ (1, 2, 1) = 4

And stall she does.

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Dawn juggles her icy warhammer and focuses too much on it to dodge the incoming fiery blast.

Warhammer, +1 Frost: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 7 + 1 = 9
Bludgeoning Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Poolstrike, Cold: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 1, 2) = 9

She almost drops the hammer. "Ah! Bad time for a comedy routine."

"Nisha, bad time for a swim." Dawn's hammer bursts with even more cold ice.

Warhammer, +1 Frost with Angela's Help: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 1 + 4 = 14
Bludgeoning Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Poolstrike, Cold: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 2, 1) = 9

Standard: Spend 1 Eldritch Pool point to make a Cold Poolstrike
Free: Spellstrike attack to deliver the Poolstrike

"Awesome!" Dawn hops over the dragon's tail like jump rope.

Her hammer covers in ice cold rime as she swings.

Warhammer, +1 Frost: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 7 + 1 = 26
Bludgeoning Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Cold: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Swift: Spend 1 Eldritch Pool point to make my Warhammer a +1 Frost weapon
Standard: Strike

"Undead, eh? Flammable?"

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

"I guess we're the flammable ones, huh?" Dawn rolls away from most of the fire, drawing her warhammer in the process.

She then casts >Blur< to protect herself from the incoming physical assault.

"Uh... bye Felicia!" Dawn waves past the figurines. "Sorry, joking and fleeing at the same time is kind of difficult."

"Oh, they're the murderous type." Dawn pulls out her warhammer.

"Only one?" Dawn pouts. "Is that because we can't pay enough for one? Gold is pretty worthless around here, I guess..." Dawn chuckles. "Oh, that's a good one! Okay, okay I'm ready."

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

"Oo, pretty statues. Hopefully not the kind to burst into flames."

"Nighty night." Dawn plops down and snores the night away.

"Good morning, everyone! I managed not to crow like a rooster." Dawn pats herself on the back, proud of her self-restraint. "Where to, next?"

"Nisha has quite a way with words." Dawn calms down and sheathes her blade.

"Uh... I think we caught the leader? Let the small fry go."

So, we did say we would consider resting after this fight...I'd love to take a breather.

"Halt! Alliteration is affable, not alienating!" Dawn swings at the woman in Black. "Also, alleviates all anger."

Falchion vs Black with Angela's Aid: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 9 + 1 + 1 + 4 = 16
Damage: 2d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (3, 4) + 4 + 1 = 12

"I guess you're not much of a talker..." Dawn watches the cultist fall. "I hear Sir Hayden, he doesn't sound too good. I'm gonna check on him."

Dawn prances out of the obscuring mist just in time to see Sir Hayden fending off an ambush. "Whoa there! Are you the head librarian of Razmiri?"

Falchion vs Black: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 9 + 1 + 1 = 16 Add +4 if Angela helped aid me against Black
Damage: 2d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (4, 3) + 4 + 1 = 12

She swings at the cultist wearing the Orange hood. "This isn't the best place to discuss literary merit, you know."

Dawn sneaks around the cloud and finds herself shoulder to shoulder with multiple Ramzirans.

"You know, a wave of gold is going to bury this island in a few days. Have you thought... maybe this isn't worth it?"

Falchion vs Orange: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 9 + 1 + 1 = 27
Damage: 2d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1, 3) + 4 + 1 = 9
Miss chance, 21+ is a hit: 1d100 ⇒ 62

She swings at the cultist wearing the Orange hood. "This isn't the best place to discuss literary merit, you know."

Luckily for her, Dawn doesn't know the meaning of the word shame!

Falchion vs Red: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 9 + 1 + 1 = 28
Damage: 2d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (2, 3) + 4 + 1 = 10
Miss chance, 21+ is a hit: 1d100 ⇒ 84

The cultist in Green learns this lesson the hard way.

"Blasphemy brings balance!"

Falchion vs Red: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 9 + 1 + 1 = 24
Damage: 2d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (3, 2) + 4 + 1 = 10
Miss chance, 21+ is a hit: 1d100 ⇒ 14

Dawn's Falchion slices through the mist.

"How can Razmiri rewrite reality if he abhors awesome alliteration!" Dawn draws her falchion and moves up alongside Angela and Eltran, the only people she can really see. This provokes from Red if he can get around the concealment

"I reluctantly recant Razmiri! My literary license is loose!"

Falchion vs Red: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 9 + 1 = 26
Damage: 2d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (4, 2) + 4 + 1 = 11
Miss chance, 21+ is a hit: 1d100 ⇒ 63

She swings wildly at the Red-cloaked Razmiran.

"But I love alliterations..." Dawn mumbles. Swept up in her thoughts, she's unable to react to the incoming battle!

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

"Ack! Two hundred to the left? Razmir must truly be a god of incredible magnitude!"

Bluff: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

"Oh, the well is empty..." Dawn clutches the good plated wood plank for a bit longer, but the magic is gone.

"Maybe we can take a nap. We're making a good pace so far."

"Don't hold the gold because it's cursed. Don't hold onto the plate because it burns... maybe there's some gold plated wood around here." Dawn looks for a door sized plank of wood and then returns to... near her original spot. Maybe gold lightning will strike twice.

Nisha has Fire Resistance 5, IIRC. Tiefling privilege.

"If I had a sheet of wood, I could ride it like a surf wave! Whee!"

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
"Oh! I'M stepping on the plate!" Angela realizes a bit too late, and Dawn is much too giddy.

Superheated gold spews forth from underneath her, blasting her several feet into the air. "This is what people want, right? To bathe in gold?"

"It's not very fun, honestly."

"Um... I thought stomping around pressure plates was a bad idea?" Dawn watches the expert at work, but she has many questions about her approach...

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

"Oh hey. I think we're in a trap." Dawn hums to herself. "See the skeleton? Covered in molten gold? I think he stepped on something."

"Oh! Maybe we stepped on something. Anyone knows how to disable these pranks?"

"Oh, is this the shiny stuff people fight over?" Dawn glances at it. "No one's fighting it over here. That's how you know it's dangerous!"

Dawn can't help it. She stows her warhammer and lifts the humerus...

Perform: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

It's more like a cowbell than a xylophone, but she makes it work. "Heehee! It's like being a kid again."

She raises her hand. "Uh... maybe we should take a rest?"

Oh. Blue is dead. Thank goodness. I'll go on offense, then.

Concentration, DC 17: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16 Sigh

Dawn thinks about... the skeleton's humerus and laughs. "Hehe! I wonder if you can play its bones like a xylophone. Oh! I should have concentrated on that spell, sorry!" She steps 5 feet up alongside Nisha.

"At least this one isn't burning hot, right?"

I'll cast it on my turn, but yes, I'll put up an outline (assuming I make the concentration check.)

I'll drop an Obscuring Mist to buy us some time. Ranged attacks will be no good, though.

My post got eaten a few times. Maybe it will work this time.

Acrobatics to avoid Blue's AoO (and Red's if Dawn gets too close): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

Dawn tries to not get clobbered as she moves in towards the Blue skeleton. "Um... should I conjure a cloud so we can hide or something?"

>Obscuring Mist< may help slow down the fight so these skeletons don't grind us to dust in 2 rounds.

Warhammer, Inspire Courage, Angela Aid: 1d20 + 7 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 7 + 4 + 2 = 24
Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 2 = 13

"Electricity is good, then? Zzzzap."

Dawn readies her warhammer just in case this gets messy.

Can anyone make a knowledge check?