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Ready to leave as well.

Dragomir nods in agreement with the sentiments about the sewer and leaves with the others.

"That locket must be what we were sent for. Let's grab all this stuff and head back?" Dragomir says, after surveying the loot. Wow, this is a lot of stuff. Being a Pathfinder is so cool.

"Aye, thank you. Do we go down now?" Dragomir asks, pointing down the hole.

"Scales hurt his foot. It's not bad, but it's slowing him down quite a bit," Dragomir reports. "I'm glad everyone is okay. That darkness was terrible." Crap, I can't remember what the message said. Better keep my mouth shut.

Scales hisses and gnaws at his injured foot.

Dragomir urges scales closer to the gremlin and they attack it once again.

5' to F3
Kick: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 221d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Bite: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 211d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Claw: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 131d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Claw: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 61d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

The above doesn't include flanking, no. Hitting and doing no damage is one thing. A rolled 19 missing is another.

24 misses!? Christ we'll be at this until Christmas.

Dragomir moves closer to the gremlin and attacks it again.

5' down.
Scales HP:15/17
Kick: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 181d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Bite: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 221d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Claw: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 171d4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Claw: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 241d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

1d100 ⇒ 6

Dragomir rides Scales over to the gremlin and kicks at it.

Move to E2...movement already halved and already infected.
Kick: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 71d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Dragomir and scales continue to attack the seemingly invincible little creature.

Unarmed: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 211d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 81d100 ⇒ 7 Miss

Bite: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 81d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 91d100 ⇒ 81 Miss
Claw: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 121d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 51d100 ⇒ 58 Miss?
Claw: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 101d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 51d100 ⇒ 86 Miss.

Scales fort save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

1d100 ⇒ 39

The map I see when I click your link shows me at C3 and the gremlin at D1. If it's in A6 ignore the claws and move me to B5 I guess.

Dragomir urges scales towards the Gremlin and lashes out at it with his heel while Scales bites and claws at it.

5' step/ride toward it. Ending in C2.
Unarmed: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 61d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 81d100 ⇒ 22 Miss

Bite: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 151d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 101d100 ⇒ 84 Hit?
Claw: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 251d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 61d100 ⇒ 33 Miss
Claw: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 171d4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 71d100 ⇒ 79 Hit methinks

So DMPC them. At a convention if someone walked away in the middle of a 4 hour slot and didn't come back, they wouldn't even get credit for playing.

Dragomir urges scales towards the Gremlin and lashes out at it with his heel while Scales bites and claws at it.

Unarmed: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 221d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 71d100 ⇒ 22 Miss

Bite: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 171d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 51d100 ⇒ 40 Miss
Claw: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 141d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 51d100 ⇒ 57 Hit?
Claw: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 211d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 61d100 ⇒ 51 Hit?

Fort save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Kick!: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 91d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 91d100 ⇒ 1 Miss
Bite: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 181d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 101d100 ⇒ 52 Hit?
Claw: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 121d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 61d100 ⇒ 29 Miss
Claw: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 91d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 61d100 ⇒ 2 Miss

Dragomir grunts in pain as the spider bites him. "Die invisible fiend!" he shouts at the darkness, kicking at it wildly. Scales roars and joins his master, swiping with both claws and snapping at the dark with his teeth. Ow, ow, ow, ow! It burnsssssss. What just bit me!? This sucks...

Dragomir continues to follow his companions' instructions moving up to the remaining enemies. He then lashes out in the darkness and commands Scales to do the same.

Move to B3
Attack the spider.
Kick! (high good): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 121d100 ⇒ 53 Miss?
Bite! (high good): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 181d100 ⇒ 41 Miss :(

Kick damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Hazard check?: 1d100 ⇒ 76

Drogmori rides slowly into the darkness, guided by Dalangi's instructions. This inky shite is horrible. Poop pipes, and now octopus juice filling my eye parts. Cities are disgusting, why does anyone like them? The wild child readies to kick out at their unseen assailants when his more perceptive companions instruct him to.

Double move me to B5, please.

I think I will pass as well. I've got some other PBP ideas perculating in my brain parts that need to be expressed soon as some of my current games end.

Would there be a bonus for pointing out which square the creature is in? Would that eliminate the blindness of guessing and just have the 50% miss chance at that point?

This is how I normally run it. If Taicho can see someone pointing out which square the creature is in, he can attack the square and just have the 50% miss chance from total concealment. Otherwise he can guess which square randomly and attack it.

Well....poop. Can't see.

"Can anyone make the dark go away? My torch isn't working," Dragomir says stupidly, while staring uneasily into the darkness.

Ready to attack any enemy who comes out of the darkness within my reach.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

"The thing hanging in the corner is come kind of creature! Watch your step in here, move too fast and you'll have a bloody foot," Dragomir says, following his habit of stating everything he observes.

"That Sascha's I'd guess," Dragomir offers. He shrugs, unsure of how helpful his tidbit is. Scales looks at him unblinkingly. What the f+!$ do you want, you overgrown lizard. Quit looking at me like I should know everything. Dragomir snarls at the lizard, and it hunches its neck down averting his gaze from him.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

"I think so, but I don't see anything," Dragomir says, joining Brother Bear.

"I didn't see anything like that," Dragomir replies, moving to follow the others.

My bad, didn't realize I was up.

Dragomir rides up to the ooze and kicks at it, while commanding Scales to bite it.

Move to J6 since the drawing out plan doesn't appear to be working.
Kick on ooze: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 221d6 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Bite on ooze: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 151d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Never seen a shadow puppeteer before. Very cool!

Dragomir follows Brother Bear, riding Scales across the narrow river of gunk and onto the other side of the passage.

Move to N6

Dragomir follows the others, with one finger stuck up his nose. He alternates nostrils and hands every minute or so, using the other hand to hold Scale's reigns. "Hope we get there soon. This is the shittiest mission the Society's ever given me," he complains.

Lame, but makes sense if that's how the plant hunts.

Fortitude save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Does the attack wake me up?

Dragomir's tightly muscled body prevents the plant's tendrils from penetrating far into his flesh.

Will saves Dragomir/Scales: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 61d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

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Dragmoir's position is also fine.

Take 10 on perception for a 16

"Well then, we should be careful. Anything that eats primarily mushrooms probably can't be trusted...." Dragomir muses. He then glances suspisciously at Brother Bear. Yeah, you think I don't know dwarves eat mushrooms like it's their job? I'm watching you bear boy... Scales shifts and stamps back and forth under Dragomir, impatiently now that they've stopped. "Should we continue on?"

Following the others, Dragomir comments, "This is worst the most stinking morass of my homelands. Worst even than the stench of the Puddles in Absalom. Bleck.."

No one hit it until we can CDG it.

Well if that guy is gone, move to P3.

Dragomir spurs Scales forward to attack the gremlin. He kicks at it while Scales seeks to bite it.

Is it any kind of special movement over the pipe?

If not we'll both attack.

Dragomir kick: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 171d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Scales Bite: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 251d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Bite Confirm: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 141d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

"There's a..goblin? gremlin!? A F++%ING MONSTER BEHIND THE STATUE!" Dragomir roars. He kicks the poo pipe man in the face, hoping to put him down without killing him.

Attack on Pellius: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
NONLETHAL damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

If that puts him down...

After Dragomir knocks out Pellius with a single blow, he commands Scales to advance on the statue. "We don't need to fight Maxtertrite! Just step aside and let me slay yon monster!" He cries at the other man. What a stupid name. What kind of mother calls her son Maxratit?

Move forward 20' to O3 on Scales.

Urdu doesn't sound very elvish to me. Gaelic or something would be closer in my opinion.

I speak German and decent Chinese. It's funny when German comes up in games, run through a translator. It's always wrong.

"Why are you so scared, poo-pipe people?" Dragomir asks, continuing to stare at them suspiciously. What are you hiding? The dinosaur, sensing his master's unease, lowers his head into an aggressive posture and hisses softly at the two men. The little kellid lays one hand on Scale's neck to calm him. "Hush now," he whispers.

Heh. Funnily enough it registered as Russian when I ran it through Google translate. They both use cyrillic script, so it must have needed a longer phrase to tag it as Ukrainian.

Appears to be Russian, presumably run through Google Translate.

"Ho, sewer men! I am Dragomir. What drives you to crawl down here amongst this filth?" Dragomir says to the two men, halting Scales. He looks at them suspiciously.

This Grym fellow must be speaking some elven dialect of Common, can't understand a word he says... Dragomir thinks to himself as he waits for the others to cross. Then he keeps pushing down the passageway with Grym keeping his eyes peeled for any danger.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

“A stone rat sounds like a nasty beast. Mean people are never nice...we must be cautious,” Dragomir says, stating the obvious. He urges Scales further on down the tunnel with a gentle nudge from his heel. What in the nine hells is a stone rat?

No worries from me.

"What others Togg? Did some other people come down here?" Dragomir asks the otyugh as the Pathfinders move past the creature.

Draogmir holds on the other side of the sewer stream, nodding to Aduon.

Sounds good to be.