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Thanks a lot!

All fine )))

Wounded and fatigued, Draga opens her eyes: "Well, that was not a refreshing rest!"

Thanks a lot GM Mjolbeard!

As the Archivist's spear pierces Draga's flank, pushing right through her armor, she takes a step forward, and, still in furious rage, swings at it again with her falchion.
Her blood flows down her side.
Her anger and wound seems to fuel her attack, for it seems it comes crashing into the enemy.
"Here you go, crystal face!"

5 ft. step ; maintain Rage ; Standard Attack w. Rage, Power Attack
Slash Cold Iron: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 272d4 + 12 ⇒ (2, 3) + 12 = 17
Crit' confirmation:
Slash Cold Iron: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 232d4 + 12 ⇒ (3, 1) + 12 = 16
Rage 2/6
33 damage?!

Totally out of subject, but: I like the new design, except for the bold that is not as different as before!

Draga is very upset that crystal-face is mocking friends and such, and so she moves in, in a rage, and takes up a flanking position, slashing at crystal-face with the cold-iron falchion.

Move the Standard Attack w. Rage, Power Attack, and Flanking
Slash Cold Iron: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 102d4 + 12 ⇒ (3, 3) + 12 = 18
Tee-shirt (Harsk) reroll - 3 stars so +3
New roll:
Slash Cold Iron: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 172d4 + 12 ⇒ (1, 1) + 12 = 14
Rage 1/6
(the Rage stats are the ones with the *
(like AC 14 (12*) 12 being w. a star so the Rage AC)

"Where to, now? To face crystal-face!"

Draga is staying, but she does not mind if all the others leave.

"If you feel it is important to exit, then that is fine."

"Crystal-thing probably didn't capture Murqual like us, must just be a dream-illusion or whatever. Let's just carve our way through that door. I'm not bargaining our Venture Captain away."

Draga looks at her companions: "Do we try breaking this?"

Draga ceases being upset and angry, and rests...

Draga lets her fury take over and steps in towards the earthen warrior, slashing at it with her falchion...

Draga looks around the room, and, if seeing nothing, will go over to look out the window, then check the mirror, before reading what the books are...

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Sorry. I posted a Will save, just after Wraith. And it was a nat' 1. So I edited right away to put a comment up (Meh+), and I do not see it. Post got lost? Draga's Will Save = Nat' 1.

Sorry, I thought the Will save was at my turn
Fortitude: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Draga slashes at the smoky enemy, putting power into the attack...
Cold Iron Slash: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 162d4 + 9 ⇒ (2, 3) + 9 = 14 (Power Attack)

Draga puts her might into the swing, and tries to slash at this being in front of her...

Cold Iron - Slashing: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 172d4 + 9 ⇒ (2, 3) + 9 = 14 Using Power Attack

Draga has her back against the wall, her falchion in both hands, and an eye on both of the vents close to her...
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

With the ends of her turban flittering around in wind, Draga gets ready for what will come from the air itself...

Her back to the wall, and falchion at the ready in both hands, Draga moves up to the first "corner", and then peers down into the vents on each side.
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Draga moves into the room, to the corner to the right, and looks around, especially at her shoes: what slippers did I take this morning, my red ones? Why? she wonders.
Nat' 1

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Draga opens the door... without any drama.

Draga moves to the door and checks it for traps before listening.

Perception traps then listening: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 161d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

"The thing doesn't have a face, Dale, don't get your hopes up too much in regards to that meeting..."

Draga heads to the bend in the corridor, to look around it.

Seeing the chains, Draga muses: "Liberty's Edge..." Then, more seriously: "It's been trapped and trying to get free?"
She calls out: "How can we help you get free?"

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Looking for what? Draga wonders what this is all about.

"Thank you", says Draga, taking the potion and not really knowing what to do with it. She ends up putting it in her sash.

Will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15 +4 for knowing it is an illusion?

"Illusion magic?", says Draga, before closing her eyes and, falchion in one hand, touching various things in the room, to see if she feels something as different than what she sees.

a roll if needed: 1d20 ⇒ 1
...and that'll help!

Oops. sorry, forgot about the chosen spell Pearl of Power... I'd read it but forgot (((

Draga looks around the room: any candles? If so... still all alight, or all out?
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

And the scroll, of the Monadastic Archive, is it still still moving?
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Draga scratches her head: "What the...?", and looks out the window to see how the rogue is faring.

Draga shrugs, and tries the door, to see if she can-- open it.

"I'm not up waiting around to see if worse things happen..."

Draga goes over to the door, and looks to see how it is opened: is there a lock or not?
Then listens to see if anything can be heard from the other side, or if we see light or such coming through from under.
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Draga bellows: "Come out presence!"

Unsure if the others can hear all this, Draga repeats the words out loud to all.
She looks around the room: "Do any see such an entity?"

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Hearing the voice come out of the mirror, Draga is surprised: "Can you hear me? Us? How do we... correct your bad assumptions?"

Draga, weapon in hands, steps up to the mirror, and tries to see what is reflected within: "Where did the hag go?"

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

No! It's XMas!

Will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Draga looks around...

Seeing Dwozer's reaction, Draga draws her falchion and brings it up to bear.
She looks around--
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Draga shrugs, and lets go of any hands she was holding.
"So?"

"I am happy to find out I have a mental form!".
Draga is ready.

Draga shrugs, thinking that impatience is not a great trait for a Venture Captain.
"What can go wrong?"

Draga bows deep.

"Just eat the moths, they are nice and fat now," says Draga with a smile.

Aid Another Diplo': 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Draga calmly moves to the side, hands empty and visible.

Hands free by her side, Draga moves along with her group.

Draga is ready to go.

Draga shrugs, ready to go along with whatever the others decide.

Draga sets herself up, falchion in hand.

"So, we prepare, and then speak the word to open up the gate to whatever Div is in there?"

Draga raises an eyebrow, and then bows deep: "I am sorry, and your generosity is great, greater than my shallow preconceptions".

Draga rummages around the weapons, seeking for some cold-iron sling bullets.