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Dieterich will also stay and help, but he'll grumble about it... Can't have anyone thinking he isn't a tough-guy.

My Will modifier is -1, so I believe I auto-fail...

Dieterich nods, and takes hold of the blanket, calling for the woman to jump down with his booming voice.

Strength Check (17+3=20)

Should I wait for everyone's aid another before I make my roll?

Dieterich grits his teeth and pulls his shield out above his head, deflecting a coal dropping from a flaming building.

"Thrice-damned Ragesians... I didn't sign on for this!"

He turns his head quickly as the woman screams from her dangerous perch, and growls.

"Bloody hells... Jace, we got to get her out o' there. You all can still find us a way out of this bloody firestorm, but I'm goin' in to save that lady!"

Dieterich grimaces, pulls the light helm on his head over his face and barges into the burning building, his shield covering his upper body from the flames and ash.

Dieterich snarls at the brigands, keeping his shield up as they exit the building, and glancing over at his friend, making sure he is still breathing.

Dieterich swings his flail at the staggering thug again, but misses.

As his opponent tries to rise from his perch on the ground, Dieterich swings for his head.

Attack of Opportunity (7+3=10)
Damage (1+3=4)

Not sure if that attack of opportunity takes advantage of the -4 AC from being prone. I'm going to wait on a ruling before I take my turn.

Becoming even more frustrated by his foe's blocks, Dieterich brings his shield up in a defensive position and and dives down to one knee, aiming his whirling flail at the thug's legs, hoping to bring him crashing down...

Trip Attack with Combat Expertise (1d20+5=23)

HP 12/13, 3 points of non-lethal damage
AC 21, 14 touch, using Combat Expertise this round

Dieterich lashes out with his flail, trying again to destroy the face of his unskilled attacker."Let's see what your skull looks like under all that ugly skin!" he shouts, still enraged by Jace's fall.

Attack (10+4=14)
Damage (7+3=10)

Note: I rolled a set of dice earlier, but I typed in the numbers wrong, using a comma instead of a semicolon. If you can translate the results, I'm fine with taking the earlier roll. I just don't want you to think I'm cheating. ;)

Dieterich swings his flail at the thug who attacked him last, failing to connect.

Attack (1d20+4=6)
Damage (1d8+3=5)

Seeing Jace fall out of the corner of his eye and stifling a cry with a low growl, Dieterich swings his flail at his attacker, bringing his shield up in an aggressive but guarded stance.

Attack (16+4=20)

Damage (8+3=11)

HP 12/13, 3 points of non-lethal damage
AC 19, 12 touch (not using Combat Expertise this round)

Reflex Save (1d20+2=3)

Wow, my rolls are terrible. Two natural ones, a two, and a seven. B*ll*cks. ;p

Dieterich creeps up the stairs, and draws his shield, providing enough distraction for him not to notice whatever is going on at the top of the stairs...

Initiative roll=7+2=9
Perception roll=2-1=1

Yikes, I'm not rolling too well.

Dieterich rises from his seat as carefully as his bulky frame allows, leaving his shield on his back. Unfortunately, he ignored the mug of ale at the edge of the table as he turned around...

Stealth roll=1+1=2

Gah, that's a terrible roll. Sorry everyone.

"Uniforms, eh?" Dieterich says with a light chuckle. "That's not a half-bad idea. Maybe we could split up. I bet Jace an' me could grab some tabards and papers right quick while the rest of you lot meet with our Gnomish contact." Dieterich begins twirling his flail in anticipation, the heavy iron ball whizzing between his fingers.

"Unless you've got any other ideas, of course," he says with a hint of sarcasm.

Dieterich sips the foamy tankard of ale he clasps in his large hands, and places it back down on the table.

"Well, I may be able to arrange a way to exit the city from one of the main gates. Bein' a guard an' such has given me some connections, an' I may be able to finagle my way into 'acquiring' some papers for the lot of us, if they're still issuin' 'em."

He downs the rest of his tankard, and sets it down with a grin.

"And if I can't get 'em via legal means, me an' Jace could probably nab 'em for us. We've got our means."

His huge smile still plastered on his face, Dieterich gives Jace a conspiratorial wink.

Just a quick question: are Jace and myself still outside, or should we assume we've entered and are listening to Torrent?

Here's Dieterich. Tell me if you see any issues. I've integrated you into my backstory, Jace. I'm a city guard with some slightly criminal tendencies. I figure the two of us team up to rob those with "more gold than they know what to do with." You provide the mark and the quick hands, I provide the crowbar. :D

A burly man stumbles out of a nearby alley, laughing audibly and carrying a hefty shield on his back along with a backpack brimming with gear. He rights himself as he enters the street, realizing he is now in public. He brushes himself off quickly and smoothes back non-existent hair on his clean-shaven head before looking down the street and back again. He spots Jace at the front door, and a large, handsome smile appears on his face.

"Jace, you fat old imp!" he shouts as he crosses the street to meet his friend. "Don't you remember? We go in the side door." he says in a more reserved voice, clasping Jace by the shoulder in his almost painful grip, the great smile still beaming from his face.