Doctor Meiosa's page

Thanks for running, Batpony. I had a great time playing with everyone! I'd say it was a pretty great run as my first ever PFS play by post.

It's been a privilege.

Considering the height of the monster and the fact that we'd see it coming, would it be fair to say Meiosa took to the skies about 10 feet up before the fight started?

The doctor purses her lips as she sees the towering monster approach. "I'll give them one thing. This is new. This is definitely new!"

With a cocky grin, Meiosa rushes towards their opponent, hoping to test her claws and teeth against its shell.

Claw, pounce, power attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (8) + 16 = 24
damage: 1d8 + 18 ⇒ (4) + 18 = 22

Claw, pounce, power attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33
damage: 1d8 + 18 ⇒ (3) + 18 = 21

Bite, pounce, power attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 36
damage: 2d6 + 18 ⇒ (3, 2) + 18 = 23
Bite, grab: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (20) + 22 = 42
Bite, crit confirm: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33
bonus crit damage: 2d6 + 18 ⇒ (6, 4) + 18 = 28

Meiosa is more than happy with her harvest quota, but her big buffs are active and there's always room for more specimens! Consider my vote a "sure why not" since we gotta keep up our lead!

"Hah! Good job, everyone. This ought to set them back quite a bit."

The enlarged doctor flies around to the opposite end of the cloud, planing her feet firmly within the Greater Path spell. Secure in Emberwick's healing prowess, she plunges her arms into the acidic cloud, hauling the fresh corpse out of it. As the battle rages on around her, she quickly gets to work taking brain, muscle, and scale samples from the body.

"Oh, I really should thank the demon's commander for such a fine bounty. Right before we take his head, of course."

She seems to be entirely distracted from the sounds of dwarven fighting.

A large and very frustrated Meiosa lands near the cloud, readying her equally large longspear in her hands.

"Fine. Stay in your little cloud. You'll die in there."

Deciding to keep herself at a safe distance, stabbing roughly towards the center of the cloud. It's her assumption that the dragon's size would limit the places it couldn't be.

Longspear, Power Attack, cloud penalty: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19
full concealment, above 50 hits: 1d100 ⇒ 67
damage, cloud penalty: 2d6 + 17 ⇒ (1, 2) + 17 = 20

Landing, targeting the square 15 feet from Meiosa's lower left square, and 10 feet off the ground.

Hoo boy. Ever see something to good to be true? It was brought to my attention that Meiosa's Fleshwarped Scorpion Tail is actually an illegal item. After double checking, it seems that I originally I misread the additional resources page, mixing up the "following items are not legal" with one of their "following items are legal" statements.

I've pulled the item from her attack routine and I won't be using it for the rest of the adventure. I'm sure we can get this sorted out on the chronicle somehow. Forced refund, perhaps?

Sorry about the mix-up, Batpony.

Oh yeah, I figured. I was only delaying on the second half of the post because I wanted to get the will save out of the way to see if I had to do something crazy.

Whew, back from the con. For the pre-combat...

"Dragon? Ah, of course!" The doctor drops a severed demon limb, deciding not to collect it. She draws her wand and double-taps herself to heal and follows it up by downing the squirming contents of an Extract of Enlarge Person.

Cure Light Wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Cure Light Wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

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In Combat

Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (20) + 19 = 39
Will Save: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27

Meiosa lets out a heavy cough as she slips out of the surprisingly thick fog, wiping it away from her mouth. She flies in a wide arc, turning through the air and setting herself up for a ponce as her acid burns begin to mend themselves.

The alchemist draws one of her bombs and hurls it towards the dragon, specifically its nearest square.

Bomb (DC 17): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
scatter: 1d8 ⇒ 7
fire damage: 5d6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 3, 4, 1, 4) + 2 = 18

Haste-moving moving out of that cloud while getting 10 feet off the ground while burning Spont Healing and tossing a bomb. Also, hoo boy that knowledge roll was nice. If I get questions, I'd like to prioritize them by: spell-like abilities, what organs let it 'see' so well, and any possible weaknesses, respectively.

Hey, dropping a heads up. I'll be going to a convention over the weekend and it will involve a lot of volunteer GMing. My posting may slow down over the next few days.

If you need to bot Meiosa, feel free to. All of her major buffs are active, so she's basically a power attacking pouncebot at this point. The main tactical variance is that she'll use the Spontaneous Healing discovery to keep up during combat, but she'll always save a couple rounds of it to stabilize in case she gets knocked out.

Also she's got a couple Enlarge Persons that she can share with people.

Meiosa keeps up the assailt, clawing and biting her way right through the center of mass!

Tail, power attack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16
damage, magical: 1d4 + 17 ⇒ (3) + 17 = 20

Claw, power attack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15
damage, magical: 1d6 + 17 ⇒ (3) + 17 = 20

Claw, power attack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20
damage, magical: 1d6 + 17 ⇒ (1) + 17 = 18

Bite, power attack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16
damage, magical: 1d8 + 17 ⇒ (5) + 17 = 22
Bite, grab: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (20) + 18 = 38

The doctor follows along, keeping up the pace of combat and dive-bombing their next set of foes. "Bah, what are those, stench glands? That's a terrible form of self defense!"

Fort Save: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30

Sting, charge, power attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (14) + 16 = 30
damage: 1d6 + 17 ⇒ (6) + 17 = 23

Claw, charge, power attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (5) + 16 = 21
damage: 1d6 + 17 ⇒ (2) + 17 = 19

Claw, charge, power attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (4) + 16 = 20
damage: 1d6 + 17 ⇒ (5) + 17 = 22

Bite, charge, power attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19
damage: 1d6 + 17 ⇒ (2) + 17 = 19
Bite, grab: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (8) + 20 = 28

With the shift in gravity, Meiosa repositions herself to stave off the vertigo, now upside-down and still in the demon's personal space.
Fly check to hover: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (10) + 15 = 25

"Oh, what part of your body let's you turn things over like that?"

Claw, Power Attack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16
damage: 1d6 + 17 ⇒ (3) + 17 = 20

Claw, Power Attack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20
damage: 1d6 + 17 ⇒ (1) + 17 = 18

"Is it in your brain? Your heart? Something about those eyes?!"

Bite, Power Attack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32
damage: 1d8 + 17 ⇒ (7) + 17 = 24
grab: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (17) + 18 = 35

Sting, Power Attack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 14 = 19
damage: 1d4 + 17 ⇒ (4) + 17 = 21

"Tell me! TELL ME!!"

"Are the demons making a big push? Good. I was getting tired of playing cat and mouse. Well, then..."

"Not going to lie, I kind of wanted to take down the dragon. We should make time after this!"

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Meiosa coasts over the battlefield with a wide, toothy smile. When the group spots their target she wastes no time, dive-bombing her target with a flurry of bestial violence.

Sting, Power Attack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16
damage, magical: 1d4 + 17 ⇒ (3) + 17 = 20
poison, DC 17 Fort, Con damage: 1d3 ⇒ 3

Claw, Power Attack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34
Claw, crit confirm: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (9) + 14 = 23
damage, magical: 1d6 + 17 ⇒ (6) + 17 = 23
damage from crit: 1d6 + 17 ⇒ (1) + 17 = 18

Claw, Power Attack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 14 = 18
damage, magical: 1d6 + 17 ⇒ (4) + 17 = 21

Bite, Power Attack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28
damage, magical: 1d8 + 17 ⇒ (5) + 17 = 22
Grab: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (7) + 18 = 25

Flying about 20 feet above the party. Charge and pounce on my turn.

Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (13) + 16 = 29

The doctor gives a respectful nod to the display before her. "I can appreciate an arcanist who isn't affraid to get his hands dirty. We will defend you while you perform your ritual."

Meiosa turns and begins to dig through her pouches of materials. "Just a minute." Over this minute, she mixes several scales, a bit of wood, and a few drops of her own blood, shaking the mixture until it alchemizes into a vial of transparent goo mixed with hardened scales. She then tucks the vial away.

Taking her place near her charge, Meiosa readies her spear as her free hand palms a vial of pulsating, writhing muscle tissue. "Ready."

Meiosa is more than happy to get topped off from Emberwik!

Meiosa leans back and crosses her arms over her face as the spell detonates over the party. After it passes, she visibly relaxes, letting out a chuckle. Save for some frostfel coating her clothing, she seems completely unaffected.

"Haha...ahh, I see! Looks like the transfusion works under a stress test."

Meiosa's mumification discovery gives her cold immunity.

Meiosa reaches out towards the fallen demon, a mixture of excitement and hunger in her eyes, but alas, it vanishes before she can take anything good! "What?! Demons are pouring in through that puckered, stinking goblinhole of a breach and we end up fighting one that was summoned?"

She sighs, shaking her head before she stops to look around the room. Always good to keep an eye out, just in case something else is set to go wrong.

Taking 10 on Perception for traps/monsters/etc, 'rolling' a 28.

Fortitude Save: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32

"Another one of these? Well, I could always use another specimen!"

Meiosa moves into the room and positions herself into a flank against the demon, leaning in to grasp at it with her tentacle.

Tentacle attack, flank, vs prone, secondary: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 8 + 2 + 4 = 19
damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Tentacle attack, grab, flank, vs prone: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 8 + 2 + 4 + 4 = 26

Moving into flank with Unnvar, eating the AoO if I have to, then applying tentacle to demon. Phone posting at work so I can't move my mini.

Meiosa stills snickers to herself, even as they run into the panicked civilians and the trap-filled building. "Ahhh, it's still funny. Ironic, even."

"Anyway. I'll lend you an eye or twelve." She follows closely behind Unnvar, by about 10 feet, keeping her many eyes out for traps.

perception: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (13) + 18 = 31
perception: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (7) + 18 = 25
perception: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (12) + 18 = 30

As Torrag speaks, Meisoa chuckles out loud and shakes her head.

She rolls her shoulders and waves her hand dismissively. "I'll give you the honor, Torrag."

Meiosa gives the wizard a nod before turning back to her allies.

"Yep. I believe him. Knowledgeable like a wizard, and as arrogant as an elf.

Even behind the scarf, Torrag can tell Meiosa's face is scrunched up in disgust after he takes a drink of holy water. "You do know that stuff isn't made for drinking, right? I could tell you what goes into..."

"...you know what, I'll tell you later. Carry on. Also, do you happen to have a Protection against Evil spell prepared? I hear it's pretty good for this kind of thing."

Also making general checks while watching the drinking display.
Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (9) + 16 = 25
Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Meiosa watches the scene unfold with a raised eyebrow, smirking to herself behind the scarf. "Wait, there's an investigation looking for a demonic conspirator and for once I'm not on the suspect list? Well, this new."

With a playful tone, pathfinder turns towards her allies. "I bet it's the paladin looking one. Those self-righteous types are always so bad at self policing." she says, not quite quietly enough to be overheard.

"Well! Let's begin." she says, approaching the Salantris. Meiosa holds up an arm and pulls back her sleeve, revealing her muscular, scar-and-eyeball-covered arm. Afterwards, she reaches into her medical kit and draws a scalpel. "Now play very close attention because I'm only going to do this once."

Finding a bare spot, the alchemist relaxes her arm as best she can before drawing the blade over her skin and making a clean cut. She shudders a bit before tucking the blade away and grasping her arm. "If you look closely, you can see the excess tissue. I have an underlay of tissue planted beneath the skin to encourage healing." She hisses with pain as she uses her fingers to spread the wound, giving the wizard a close look at her work.

After making sure the scholar gets an eyeful, she releases her grasp and the wound rapidly heals, sealing itself shut with little more than a trickle of crimson trailing down her arm and into her clothing. "If you're worth the ink you scribe with, you should be able to recognize the regeneration pattern and tell me what kind of creature served as the donor for my enhancement."

Meiosa shakes her arm and does her best to relax as she awaits a response. Really, she was only somewhat certain that the scholar would be able to understand her unusual work, but she was also testing for a reaction. Perhaps a demon would be more excited by the display than anything?

Doing some minor damage, spending a use of spontaneous healing on it.
Knowledge Nature: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (5) + 16 = 21
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Meiosa stands back as the party deals with the looters, not wanting to worsen the situation.

Well, she's less likely to do it for their sake, and more so she csn stand in Emberwick's glowing path to heal her wounds.

"So they need us to play advisor? Alright, why not?"

Now fully healed, Meiosa dons her heavy coat and scarf to cover up her most obvious modifications.

Fly check: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 14 = 18

The doctor tries to spin on a dime, whirling aroundto charge the demon. Unfortunately, the rapid motion causes her tail to bump into her wing, sending her off-course 10 feet towards the ground. Or, rather, towards the bottom of that hungry pit.

Hungry Pit damage: 4d6 ⇒ (1, 2, 3, 5) = 11
THANKFULLY Meiosa can auto-pass the fly check to stay aloft after taking damage

A fair number of impolite words in Abyssal fly out of the put just before Meiosa does, who lands just on the lip of the pit to get her footing. Now stable and on the ground, she pivots and flies towards the demon and attacks!

Longspear, Cold Iron, Power Attack: 1d20 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 7 + 4 = 28
damage: 1d8 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19

Attempt a 180 degree turn, fail, drop 10 feet into the pit, fly out as part of the same move action, use the ground to pivot, and finish the move action by closing the distance, THEN I attack the demon. Sheesh.

Meiosa has a +9 to Fly checks. Her wings count as the fly spell, so she gets an extra +5 bonus. That's a net +14, so she can make the DC 15 cover checks even on a natural 1 as long as she isn't enlarged or suffering a dexterity penalty.

Meiosa's mini seems to have been scooted over to the party. I'm pretty sure she was over the pit, so I'll scoot her back.

"Bah, why is everything here so damned resistant to fire? This is getting old..." The doctor leans to her right, hovering a few feet to the side before she brings her spear to bear and begins stabbing at the demon. "I've got your back, Eadie!"

Longspear, Power Attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18
Damage, cold iron: 1d8 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 22

Itirative Longspear, Power Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Damage, cold iron: 1d8 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16

5 foot 'step,' auto-pass on the Fly check to hover, full attack on blue.

Meiosa eushes forqard and upward, positioning herself to guard the exit to the pit. She grasps one of her volatile bottled larve, hurling it at the demon.

Alchemist Bomb: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
fire damage: 5d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 4, 3, 2, 1) + 3 = 14

Meiosa flies forward 40 feet forward and 10 feet up, and makes a bomb attack.

The good doctor flexes her wings, now hovering a few inches off the ground before she offers a nod and a lash of her tail. "Good to go. Just make sure to leave their eyes in tact, if you can. I haven't collected any of those today."

I just got some artwork of Meiosa from the artist behind the Handbook of Heroes comic and I think we should take a moment to appreciate how awesome this is.

Our teams are absolutely killing it. Looks like the map is greener than a seasick goblin. I'm just suggesting battle district because in-character logic dictates that its the shortest trip, therefore the least can go wrong while they're walking and not stabbing.

Taking 10 on a Heal check = 18

Meiosa lands and nods, surveying the scene. She gathers each fallen foe, checking them for signs of life and applying pressure to their wounds.

"What now?" she asks, setting the last one on his in a neat line of limp bodies. "Got nothing worth harvesting. But I'd be a hypocrite if I cut them down."

She shrugs. "I won't stop you either way. But we should move on sooner than later. I don't hear any words of panic, so we could double back and reinforce the Battle District. It isn't far from here."

Meiosa rushes forward, skimming the top of the crowd. She lets out a cackle as she tilts forward, her tentacle lashing out at the nearest enemy.

tentacle attack, charge: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24
damage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
grab: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

Charging the nearest opponent, staying 5 feet up. Phone posting from work so I can't move on the map.

The doctor raises an eyebrow as she takes a combat stance. "Really? No hideous transformation? No revelation in dark, profane powers beyond my comprehension?"

Meiosa spreads her wings and takes to the skies, folding her lower arms as she looks down on her nearest opponent.

"How... mundane."

Activating wings, flying 10 feet upwards and a bit to the side. Gimmie that tasty AoO!

"You got it, Eadie."

The alchemist cracks her knuckles. And then she does it again, with the second set of arms. "You, you, you and you and..." she begins pointing at nervous individuals with her tentacle before it curls in a beckoning motion. "Step on up. Nice and slow, don't do anything stupid. My friend Rudzik here can put a half dozen arrows in a runner before he'd make it ten paces."

Her head tilts back as she shouts over to the ship. "Hey! Got any rope? If not, we're gonna have to get creative down here."

"Well, then. I know some disguises are just intangible illusions. I'll check for those.

Professional frisking, taking 10 on Perception for each person: 28 unless she gets a bonus for using all four arms and the tentacle.

The doctor takes her place near the front of the ship, standing ready with her spear in hand. "We have plenty of arrows for fliers, so I won't run out to engage fliers in melee unless it is absolutely necessary. However,I can rapidly redeploy to provide backup for any of you."

I don't wanna leave Emberwick out there by the front, buuuuut I assume he just hasn't moved his mini on the map yet >.>

Hey, no problem. The effort is appreciated! My oddball schedule has me phone-posting from work every now and then, which is why a couple of my posts are infested with typos.

Yes, it's the phone's fault.

And nothing else.

Perception: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (4) + 19 = 23
Heal: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Meiosa examines the area, directed by Torrag's keen eyes. She reaches down and lifts up a charred limb.

"Hmm. Burned. Unclean cut. Partially rotten. Poor condition. Completely unusable."

She tosses the overcooked meat over her shoulder and shrugs. "The fighting is picking up, I'm sure. We've spent too much time snooping around. Let's get back into the thick of it."

DC is too high for Meiosa to make it.

A look of frustration and confusion covers the doctor's face as the cleric dismisses the current threat.

"You're kidding. They're kidding. Oh my Sweet Lamashtu, these people are idiots.

With her alchemical enhancements ticking down and demons assaulting the city, the alchemist stomps towrds the tree with a round bottle in hand. A bloated, dimly glowing grub writhes within. "You know what? I have an insta-fix for this."

Meiosa steps to the edge of the tree's shade, hurling the bottle towards the top. As soon as it bursts, the grub lets out a screech before erupting into a small ball of fire, hopefully igniting the tree without directly harming the crusaders.

"Move. Now. Before I burn down this field with all of you on it!"

I'd call this less of an knti.idate check and more of an... ultimatum. Her rolls aren't that good anyway.

Meiosa sets her spear aside as the last monster falls. Her eye-covered tentacle sways back and forth as she scans the horizon for any oncoming threats. Satisfied, she approaches the corpses as she draws a finely crafted, ivory wand. "I won't take long.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

The doctor passes her wand over to her tentacle, which carefully grasps the Cure Light Wounds wand and waves its glowing tip over her wounds. As that happens, she draws a set of medical tools and begins her grim work. A claw from from a kalavaku, the heart of a succubus, and brain tissue from both. Her work is rushed, crude, and bloody, but she bears a look of satisfaction on her face.

Later on, the doctor sizes up her horse as she looks over the footslogger Pathfinders. "Looks like we're fine for now. If we need, I've got just under two hours of air-time left in my wings before they tire." She pulls a viscous, red-violet substance from her clothing and swirls it around. "Anything beyond that, and I'd need an hour to brew up a new dose."

The doctor holds her own as best she can, weaving and deflecting blows, though some still hit home. She frowns as her wounds continue to heal.

With those vile words, the doctor leans back and dives down towards her allies, leaving her former dance partner all by himself.

Full withdraw, self healing with spontaneous healing.

Right on. Let's slip in a tail attack and an iterative spear jab as part of the retcon.

Tail, magic, secondary, Power Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
Damage: 1d4 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Longspear, iterative, PA: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Damage: 1d8 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18

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Meiosa bears the brunt of the demon's attacks, wincing from the first blow but spinning out of the way before it can gore her twice. But her wounds begin to slowly mend themselves, and the doctor laughs.

"Oh, that was good. A quality specimen for sure!"

The alchemist's tail swings wildly as she floats back, making a few powerful jabs with her spear.

Tail, secondary, Power Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Damage: 1d4 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Cold Iron Longspear, PA: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19

Longspear, iterative, PA: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 15 ⇒ (6) + 15 = 21

Using a round of my self healing discovery. Secondary attack with the tail, 5 foot hover backwards, continue full attack with the spear.

As the succubus falls, Meiosa wastes no time in moving on to her next opponent. She goes into a dive, rushing spear-first towards the heart of the grappled demon below her.

With her Wings discovery active, Meiosa can auto pass DC 15 fly checks.

Cold Iron Longspear, charging, power attack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22
damage: 1d8 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 15 = 17

Maybe whoever goes into melee next, to benefit from the flanking bonus?

Seems legit.

We've got an aid token! They're pretty smoke-em-if-ya-got-em. I strongly suggest we make use of it this fight and pass it on, if only to make sure more aids are used throughout the special. Also, ending this one faster means more goals for the group at large.

Whoopsie. What I was implying with the post is that Meiosa saw the succubus cast a spell/spell-like, failed to identify it with Spellcraft, but was still able to recognize that she was capable of spells, and was thus a priority target.

The doctor's eyes narrow as she peers at the casting succubus...

Spellcraft check: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17
hahaha oh wow

Demonology was never Meiosa's specialty, and the nature of the spell escapes even her trained mind. Regardless, spellcasters were a dangerous lot and she had no reason to let this one float about and cast freely. Meiosa's translucent wings spread wide as she rushes forward, getting right in the face of that demonic beauty.

Meiosa smiles and makes a mocking smooching gesture with her lips before she twists to one side, lashing out with her tail!

Fly speed of 60, going into into base contact with the succubus and making a tail power attack.

Tail, Power Attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15
damage, piercing and magic: 1d4 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

Meiosa flexes her shoulders and spreads her wings, taking to the skies. She takes a defensive position near Eadie and about a body's length off of the ground, cold iron longspear gripped tight. Her face takes on a visage of excitement and anticipation as she calls out to the demons in a guttural, vicious tongue.

Activating the Wings discovery and moving a bit forward, 5 feet off the ground. Let's see if they test my 10 foot reach :D