"I don't see what good can come of lettin' it be. I say we burn the blasted thing and git it out of our hair fer good."
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"Are the taverns open yet?"
Derryn limps over to the table and, with care taken to not bleed on anything, looks over the scrap of paper and the book to see if he can figure out the combination of lights for sending away the undead. "Someone git Yargos in 'ere. We might need 'is 'elp with this."
Derryn will try and move out of line of sight for crossbow fire and then launch a crossbow bolt at the thug at the top of the stairs. Attack:
Derryn draws and loads his crossbow and follows the others up the stairs, keeping an eye out for anyone coming up from behind.
Hearing a crash from where Lucian is battering the other door, and gasping from a crossbow bolt through a lung, Derryn retreats from the door he was at. He stumbles, bleeding, towards the door at the center of the tower, trying to find what cover he can.
Derryn lowers his shoulder and charges the door.
Disable Device:
Derryn breaks off from the melee and slips towards the door in the leftmost tower. Pressing himself against the wall next to the door to avoid any more crossbow attacks, he reaches out and tests to see if the entrance is locked.
Derryn grits his teeth against the pain of the crossbow bolt stuck in his back. "We need to git rid of these dogs and git behind some cover! Derryn steps to flanking with dog #4 and attacks. Attack 1:
Attack 2:
Derryn takes a 5-foot step diagonally to flank dog #2 and punches quickly twice at it. Attack 1:
Attack 2:
Initiative: Derryn moves towards the closest dog he can get to and punches it in the snout. Attack:
Derryn winces at the racket that they have all caused. "Well then, looks like we'll just 'afta steal the book back from Nessian an' call 'em off ourselves."
"Well, I think the bear might 'ave a better ear'n I do, but I'll give it a shot." Perform:
Derryn charges down the pew to help out Aimo, striking out at one of the slashing undead.
Attack:
Derryn sees the crossbow bolt glance off of the robed figure ineffectually and curses. He drops the crossbow on a pew and moves around to get in close to the skeletal horror and punches at it with his cestus. Attack:
Derryn enters the church and begins moving down behind the right side of the pews. Hefting his crossbow, he fires a shot at the undead on the far right. Initiative:
Derryn shrugs in frustration and grumbles to Keiran, "Well Aimo said there was an illusion on this'n here, but it just feels like a box ta me. Feel free to check it out but it's gotta be a purty good illusion ta fool me."
Please make a Will save Will save:
Feeling emboldened by his success with the first safe, Derryn goes next to the featureless box and begins feeling and prodding at it to see if he can pierce the illusion on the box and discover an opening.
Derryn unrolls an oilskin cloth, revealing a number of oddly bent slivers of metal. He hums softly to himself for a few seconds before selecting two and taking them over to the first safe. With a deft touch, he gently pokes and prods at the demon's head on the front of the safe in an attempt to determine its manner of operation, and if possible, suss out the combination. Disable Device (+2 for using masterwork tools):
Perception checks:
Sense motive if necessary:
Derryn interlaces his fingers and then turns his palms outward, cracking his knuckles loudly. "Well, it just so happens that safecrackin' is a bit o' a hobby a mine. I'm sure I'm better'n anyone ya picked up offa the street. And dontcha worry, Kieran'll be there ta make sure nuthin' goes missin'." Derryn gives a gap-toothed, yet angelic grin.
Having been made paranoid by battles and undead attacks, Derryn slips over to check through the doorway to the next room to see if there are any other enemies in the building.
Initiative: Derryn mutters under his breath, "It's never easy, is it?" He then moves up behind Keiran and fires a bolt from his crossbow at the nearest undead horror he can see. Attack:
Derryn silently slips through the doors into the next room. Flitting between piles of grain, he sneaks into the room to see what he can see. Stealth:
Derryn gives the doors and the ground around them a quick scan, searching for any signs of footprints or anything else suspicious, and to see if the granary doors are locked. Perception check:
"What are you on about old man? You've helped us before and we've saved yer bacon this time, Yargos, so out with it. You want us to help ya, but what's in it fer us?"
Local knowledge check?
Confirming critical hit:
Following in Lucien's footsteps, Derryn drops his crossbow and charges forward, swinging a leather-and-iron bound fist at the thug on the edge of the field of entangling foliage. Attack:
Derryn stalks up, taking a short step to the right to get a clear shot at the ugly looking thug in the middle of the pack about to push the hostages over the cliff, and fires a bolt from his light crossbow. Initiative:
This is Guero, with my character, a Human Rogue. The cestus is:
Spoiler: The cestus is a glove of leather or thick cloth that covers the wielder from mid-finger to mid-forearm. If you are proficient with a cestus, your unarmed strikes may deal bludgeoning or piercing damage. When using a cestus, your fingers are mostly exposed, allowing you to wield or carry items in that hand, but the constriction of the weapon at your knuckles gives you a –2 penalty on all precision-based tasks involving that hand (such as opening locks). Damage is 1d4 with critical of 19-20/x2. Cost is 5gp with a weight of 1 lb. |