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Ethyl thinks out loud, "It must have a weakness. It is something from nightmares and opposed to Desna. So something symbolizing Desna will be an anathema, perhaps. I don’t know why but silver in many alchemist's texts, including my own, is Desna's."

She pulls out a silver dagger and thrusts it at the Tatterman.

Silver dagger, shaken, risky: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 9 - 2 = 24
Miss: 1d100 ⇒ 73
Piercing, silver, risky: 1d4 + 1 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 1 - 1 + 2 = 3

When the Tatterman turns its back to her Ethyl leaps to the attack, in desperation ignoring the prospect of eating the flesh of this horrid creature.

When she pulls back she says, bewildered, "Close? Its on top of you!"

Claw 1, defensive, shaken, flank: 1d20 + 9 - 1 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 9 - 1 - 2 + 2 = 9
S/B: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Plus sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 1) = 4

Claw 2 defensive, shaken, flank: 1d20 + 9 - 1 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 9 - 1 - 2 + 2 = 13
S/B: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Plus sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 3) = 4

Bite, defensive, shaken, flank: 1d20 + 9 - 1 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 9 - 1 - 2 + 2 = 27
S/P/B: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Plus sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 6) = 11

AC 26

Dice roller loves us right now.

Ethyl snarls in return clearly growing frustrated herself. Doubt begins to creeps into her mind.

Claw 1, defensive, shaken, flank: 1d20 + 9 - 1 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 9 - 1 - 2 + 2 = 14
S/B: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Plus sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 6) = 8

Claw 2 defensive, shaken, flank: 1d20 + 9 - 1 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 9 - 1 - 2 + 2 = 17
S/B: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Plus sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 3) = 9

Bite, defensive, shaken, flank: 1d20 + 9 - 1 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 9 - 1 - 2 + 2 = 13
S/P/B: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Plus sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 6) = 11

AC 26, ah we seem to have a stalemate.

There's always a chance it has a thing for that.

I moved Enoch to flank with me since that was the only way he could get a flank bonus. Also I'm dying to know if Ethyl set Enoch on fire or not.

With Enoch distracting the Tatterman and Nyarai glittering in the fog Ethyl goes for his possible vitals, informed by her recent study of doppelganger anatomy. The only thing holding her back was the primal fear of the creature.

Claw 1, defensive, shaken, flank: 1d20 + 9 - 1 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 9 - 1 - 2 + 2 = 9
S/B: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Plus sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 5) = 10

Claw 2 defensive, shaken, flank: 1d20 + 9 - 1 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 9 - 1 - 2 + 2 = 20
S/B: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Plus sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 3) = 7

Bite, defensive, shaken, flank: 1d20 + 9 - 1 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 9 - 1 - 2 + 2 = 11
S/P/B: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Plus sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 2) = 4

AC 25

Quick note with alchemist's fire he can either extinguish the flame as full round or attack. Unless he's mythic, lol.

Seeing she was unable to harm the Tatterman with her claws she steps back from him, pulling a flask of volatiles into her hand. She threw it aiming for the head.

She commented, "That should teach you to leer."

Ranged touch: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22
Fire: 1d6 ⇒ 2
Damage if not extinguished: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Location if miss: 1d8 ⇒ 5 Behind

Dog and Enoch need to make a reflex 15 to avoid 1 damage if it hit directly, if misses dog and Tatterman need to make those saves

Alchemist's fire

If I step back to throw alchemist's fire am I able to target the Tatterman or would I only be able to target a square?

RIP us. Can't juice damage with sneak due to concealment. I can try alchemist's fire next but it would splash Enoch.

Ethyl’s claws managed to snag the dream creature, she eagerly watched to see if she drew blood.

Claw 1, defensive, shaken: 1d20 + 9 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 9 - 1 - 2 = 25
Miss, PCs like high: 1d100 ⇒ 94
S/B: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Claw 2 defensive, shaken: 1d20 + 9 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 9 - 1 - 2 = 26
Confirm?: 1d20 + 9 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 9 - 1 - 2 = 13
Miss, PCs like high: 1d100 ⇒ 98
S/B: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Plus crit, bloodthirsty: 1d6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 2 = 7

Bite, defensive, shaken: 1d20 + 9 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 9 - 1 - 2 = 14
Miss, PCs like high: 1d100 ⇒ 53
S/P/B: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

AC 25

Will vs Fascinate, Enchantment: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 2 = 6

For a moment Ethyl can't help but focus on the movement of the fog, the way that it moved was at odds with an ideal gas.

But when Iosif fired his gun she snapped back to reality. Scowling she entered the fog after Enoch.

Not sure if I can enter this turn or if I lost my action to hypnotism

Ethyl demands, not feeling the least bit tired, "Enough with this prattle Tatterman! Why don't you show yourself instead of hiding behind mists and nightmares?"

Ethyl is puzzled by the voice and its question, she can’t help but answer, ”Because our vital functions have not yet ceased. That is the nature of living. What a bizarre question. What exactly are you? And why do you care?”

Then it dawns on her who is speaking, ”You’re the Tatterman. I suppose the evidence is preponderous and that Ratch wasn’t just spouting superstitious nonsense.

She continues to interrogate the voice, her curiosity overriding her amygdala screaming at her to flee, ”How did you make the oneirogens? I suppose you’re also behind the doppelgangers and ghouls as well. Are they the same method with different results or different methods? Why bother making a cult?”

She does take a step back at Alvar's insistence.

Will vs scotomaphobia, shaken: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 - 2 = 19 Yay not running away. I guess the talisman would have saved me, anyway.

Ethyl stands her ground as Zandalus begins to spew yellow fog, "That can't be good..."

Beathing a sigh of relief that her trick worked, Ethyl maneuvered around Zandalus provoking. And she slashed with her claws! She says, having regained some composure, "Clearly not talking, I can't say I'm surprised my dear."

Claw, flank, shaken, defensive: 1d20 + 9 + 2 - 2 - 1 ⇒ (16) + 9 + 2 - 2 - 1 = 24
S/B, sneak: 1d6 + 1 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + 1 + (2, 3) = 11

Maybe since he's entangled...

The voices resonated with her, she felt her own venom in return at the sound and it made her want to kill Zandalus, like an itch that she didn'trealize needed scratching until just now. "Get out of my head!" she yelled.

Ethyl approached Zandalus while pulling the last full vial from her belt. She drank the liquid but didn't swallow, instead she spat it out in a gush after it has reacted to her saliva. It expanded out as it touched the air, a sticky foam that hardened after a few seconds. Hopefully it would contain the cult leader.

Adhesive spittle DC 13 reflex, Duration, rounds: 2d4 ⇒ (1, 4) = 5

Nope no plan at all, we'll see what he says now that we've announced ourselves. I have something that will help with capture.

Ethyl walks slowly towards the cult leader, she tries to make it look purposeful. She tried to not think about the sketches and what they mean.

She's out and refusing to go to follow up visits. Pretty frustrated right now.

Good to go. Enoch is immune to fear effects because paladin.

Will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Ethyl regards the sketches with no small amout of trepidation as she cautiously wanders through the hall. She begins to hum a forgotten tune absent-mindedly, her mouth and throat knew the motion even if her mind did not.

Even though a primal part of her screamed to turn around she inevitably put one foot in front of the other. Knowing that horrors lay behind her as well as in front.

She caressed a single green vial, ready to drink it if needed. Her final trick.

Had to rush my mom to the ER. I'm in the wait part of hurry up and wait. I may he spotty for posts I just don't know at this point.

Ethyl focuses on her self appointed work but the routine of setting her mind to a problem helps her find her footing. With her samples taken and her initial theories noted in her formula book, she looks up at the strange pages, watching them dance for a moment.

Will vs Fascination: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12 +2 if enchantment.

Take care of yourself.

I wonder if you or I will get restoration first.

@Alvar, yes, you'd be woken by the debris.

@Ethyl, night terrors sounds about right. Are you referring to this lesser madness?

Yep that's the one.

Ethyl mumbles something, ”Icanstill…,” before trailing off. She stands up and regards the oneirogen corpses discompassionately. She finds her surgeon’s tools and begins to study the remaining tissue, searching for answers. She ignores her surroundings, for now.

Maybe someone with their mind left would like to investigate the papers that are fluttering about?

In my sleep deprived night last night my brain fixated on this post, for some reason.

Did Loomis have anything on her?

That's another madness for me. Is anyone able to cast lesser resto yet?

I like night terrors for the 2nd one.

Sanity: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Reflex: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

When the veil of fog becomes diaphanous Ethyl’s nerves begin to calm and her heart begins to slow. Only to spike again as she lays her eyes on the naked horrors held within it. Her mind reels from the insanity of it all, she’s unable to reconcile these things' existence with her theory of the world, shattering some ordered part of her mind that she uses to prop up against the darkness.

Luckily for the Doctor her proprioception did not rely on her conscious mind and she maneuvered out of the path of the falling structure without thinking about it and suffers only minor bruising from the debris.

Ethyl maneuvers closer to the rubble and tears into the remaining oneirogen.

Claw 1, defensive, shaken: 1d20 + 9 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 9 - 1 - 2 = 24
S/B: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Claw 2 defensive, shaken: 1d20 + 9 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 9 - 1 - 2 = 25
S/B: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Bite, defensive, shaken: 1d20 + 9 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 9 - 1 - 2 = 12
S/P/B: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Enoch's breakdown and Iosif's mocking nearly distracts Ethyl from her terror, she even snorts.

I didn't mention it in my post but I'm certain I provoked from one.

Ethyl rushes past the oneirogen to get on the other side. Raking her claws at it as she does.

Claw, defensive, shaken, flank: 1d20 + 9 - 1 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 9 - 1 - 2 + 2 = 24
Miss, PCs like high numbers: 1d100 ⇒ 96
S/B: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Plus sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 2) = 6

Opps miss chance

PCs like high numbers: 1d100 ⇒ 45
PCs like high numbers: 1d100 ⇒ 43
PCs like high numbers: 1d100 ⇒ 91

Ethyl approaches the oneirogen cautiously, she knew intellectually that the fog could not hurt her, but it was the things in the fog that could, and the fog of that proportion surely could not contain something that would be too dangerous. Viscerally she was lying to herself but it was the push she needed to act. At least she knew, from evidence that she was not affected by the soporific cloud directly.

Claw 1, defensive, shaken: 1d20 + 9 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 9 - 1 - 2 = 10
S/B: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Claw 2, defensive, shaken: 1d20 + 9 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 9 - 1 - 2 = 20
S/B: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Bite, defensive, shaken: 1d20 + 9 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 9 - 1 - 2 = 18
S/B/P: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

5ft step full attack, AC 25

We are doing well, lol

Quick update three day weekend for MLK Jr has left me scrambling at work all week.

Do you have a melee weapon Alvar?

Once her concoction was ready she imbibed it, solidifying her natural aura into barrier that can stop the physical. She looked forward with trepidation, now faced with not one but three oneirogens. She cautiously approached after Alvar and Enoch and paled at the scene.

Stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Will vs scotomaphobia: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Ethyl glances at the card and comments, ”Doesn’t he work in charcoal landscapes? I suppose it's possible.”

Out of sight of the crowd and immediate danger Ethyl tentatively begins to set up her alchemy kit, pulling glass vials, titrator, mortar and pestle, and ingredients. Would like to spend a minute to prepare my last extract before going forward.

Loot is logged. Is my mutagen still up? It lasts 30 minutes and I took it around when we left the kitchen area.

Yep already up there.

Ethyl sighs as she puts her kit back away, barely able to unpack anything from her kit. She calmly states, "I don't like out chances if Zandalus chooses to reimpose order on this rabble. It seems we use this at least as an opportunity." She moves to the stairs, pain spiking through her still tender ribs as she ascends.

If we have a couple of hours I can heal 3hp with treat deadly wounds.

It will take 1 minute for my last mutagen, whether its another shield or CLW will depend on how much I'm healed, down 15 currently.

Doing another mutagen will take an hour. I drank my 1st one before we left and it lasts 30 minutes. I'm assuming it's close to expiring, if it hasn't already.

I may have taken 22 damage in that fight. I was going to dig into the potions otherwise.

Ethyl pulls out a vial of something viscous and the dark like color of blood. She downs the concoction, it tasted like copper, but her bones began to set, letting her breath easier.

CLW: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

She rasped at Dr. Elbourne, "How much time do you think we have to prepare? An hour? Ten minutes?" She began to idly flipped through her formula book and pull out ingredients.

I will prepare my last slot and reup my mutagen if we don't immediately head upstairs.

Ethyl felt and heard the sharp crack of her ribs fracturing. She felt faint and the tangy smell of blood filled her nostrils. She drew in a ragged, painful breath and ordered her thoughts. One fled foolishly, they had died, she barely thought about the move. Ethyl fell upon the remaining Apostle with a mad glint in her eyes.

Claw 1, : 1d20 + 9 - 1 ⇒ (16) + 9 - 1 = 24
Slahsing: 1d6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 2 = 7

Claw 2, risky: 1d20 + 9 - 1 ⇒ (9) + 9 - 1 = 17
Slashing: 1d6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 2 = 7

Bite, risky: 1d20 + 9 - 1 ⇒ (11) + 9 - 1 = 19
S/P/B: 1d8 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 2 = 8

Daaaamn, those rolls.

Also +2 seems low to maintain a grapple even with a str penalty. Did you figure in the +5 bonus since Enoch didn't break it?

Ethyl spits up blood as she is repeatedly whacked by the cultists. Not good, could be internal bleeding.

She shuffled back so that she couldn't be surrounded and tried to end a human life.

Claw 1, risky: 1d20 + 9 - 1 ⇒ (19) + 9 - 1 = 27
Slahsing: 1d6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 2 = 4

Claw 2, risky: 1d20 + 9 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 9 - 1 = 10
Slashing: 1d6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 2 = 5

Bite, risky: 1d20 + 9 - 1 ⇒ (10) + 9 - 1 = 18
S/P/B: 1d8 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 2 = 4

Ethyl lets out a whuff of air as the cultists sucker punch her with a crowbar. But only bruised by the blow she turns on her attacker.

Claw 1, risky: 1d20 + 9 - 1 ⇒ (5) + 9 - 1 = 13
Slahsing: 1d6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 2 = 4

Claw 2, risky: 1d20 + 9 - 1 ⇒ (10) + 9 - 1 = 18
Slashing: 1d6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 2 = 7

Bite, risky: 1d20 + 9 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 9 - 1 = 9
S/P/B: 1d8 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 1 - 2 = 7

In the unlikely event that she down’s blue she would 5ft step to black in between attacks.

Ethyl idly picks bits of dried blood from her claws, ready for this parley to fail spectacularly at any moment.