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"Well, you're close," Droviz admits, in a light tone.

Then he reaches up and taps his mask, and his tone becomes all business.
"But with this, I can pass for human, so long as people don't look too closely. You have many fine qualities, Alchemist, but 'looking like a human' is not one of them. When pulling a con, you need the mark to feel comfortable. I'm going."

"Yeah, I'm up for that," Droviz says, nodding amiably. "That, and I figure I'm better at lying than the rest of you guys."

"Or we split the difference," Droviz suggests. "Just lure the guards out to where we can jump 'em, and then we beat them up or cut them down, whichever you prefer. If the villagers see us do it, like as not in a place like this, they'll kowtow to our faces and wait to betray us until our backs are well and truly turned and out of their village."

"Not if we kill all the guards in one go and none of the fisherfolk squeal about it," Droviz points out in a reasonable tone.

"I never trust luck. But I don't mind if I have it."

"You help yourself. Any chance there's merchant passes mixed in with this loot, or aren't we lucky enough for that?"

Sense motive 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3; Bluff 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

"Alright then, lads," Droviz says, affecting an officious manner.
"Glad we caught you. Surprise inspection on behalf of her cold majesty's office of the exchequer, good to see you're keeping on your toes, definitely a commendation in it for you.
Just show us your official license and records of your tally of toll, and we can have this over lickety-split. Yes?
Mind you, I might have to make a remark about you being out of uniform. Still, you can probably offset that with a spiffy salute Ten-hut right now, you 'orrible little men! It's another beautiful day in the Queen's army, every meal's a banquet, every pallet a feather bed, so let's see you salute and smile!"

"Yes, well, we didn't go commando just because we had our own eiderdown," Droviz says, grinning. "Dress in layers; it's the surest way to beat the cold."

Small note: I am trying to play Droviz as playful and lighthearted. If I've actually offended anyone -- that was not my intention! Please let me know if I have, and I'll amend.

"Should we wait in ambush for merchanys to come by and knock 'em over for their license and stuff, give us some cover?"

"Well, this feels like home. Wish it didn't," Droviz says matter-of-factly as he surveys the bridge.

Detect magic, activate!

"Say now," Droviz says after Krystae explains the function of the ushanka to him. "That's a mighty fine gift, missus! Much obliged. I'm sure it'll come in handy."

"Pass on this one, big man," Droviz advises Ragnar. "He got places ta be."

Turning back to Maret and Garen: "These things happen, sad to say. Kid, you're better off looking to deeds'n listening to words. Arright? Missus, I figure we'll be right grateful for your hospitality."

"I'mma say yer welcome, missus," Droviz says. "But I'm gonna haveta ask what's going on here. Not ta be rude, but I don' see any hooves on you. What were the evil little turnips here for?"

'Momma?' Droviz thinks. "Lemme help out with that, missus," he offers out loud, using his butterfly sword to cut the Faun's ropes.

Reflex save 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

"Agh! You splintery little-" Droviz curses.
Giving the twigjack up for a bad job, the masked warrior instead jogs over to join the fight with the quickling.

"Looks like someone got a little muddy! Serves you right for having such a dirty mouth," the Drow taunts the faerie creature as his cold iron longsword swings around.

Cold iron longsword attack 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 damage.

"Well, time for the metal to meat the uh, wood," Droviz says as he starts plodding forward, sword on the backswing as he goes.
Be the time he stops next to Ragnar, his cold iron blade … is coming down.

+1 cold iron longsword attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13 for 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9 damage.

"Much obliged!" Droviz says, accepting the phial.

Is drinking an extract a standard or a move action? If the latter... *gulp*

"Howdie-do!" Droviz calls out to the new arrival. "Let's have a better sight of you, turnip!"

Violet flames flare to life on the quickling's diminutive body.

My last charge of faerie fire for today!

"Keep your guard up!" Droviz cautions. "There'll be more of them. Littlefolk always use numbers to wear down big enemies!"

Activate Detect magic; scanning area for auras.

Yes, Faerie Fire negates the concealment while moving.

Ah, I am glad! Quicklings are a genuine pain to fight. ^_^; Every advantage is welcome.

DM, does my faerie fire negate the quickling's natural concealment due to speed? I'd like to think it does, given it's already sovereign against such diverse concealments as offered by darkness and blur. ^_^
But it's your call.

Droviz charges into the fray. Passing mere inches by Fang, cold iron longsword already on the backswing, the Drow warrior does not bother wasting any breath on pretty words; he just sights on the glow of his faerie fire and chops at the offensive little creature!

Acrobatics to get over the water: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18. Can't quite get into flanking position, but at least I'm within range. +1 Cold iron longsword; attack 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27; damage 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
CRIT THREAT! Attack to confirm: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19; damage 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6.

Heads up, I'm going on a week-long trip tomorrow.
I should have internet access, but feel free to bot me if necessary.

Crimes against the elderly.

Droviz frowns at the eerie creature - which suddenly appears to be wreathed in violet flame!
"Bring it, you ugly little toadstool," the Drow says, mockingly.

One use of Faerie fire on the little creepling.

Tombraiders.

Droviz looks around, sword and shield at the ready.

Perception 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

"Well, someone's been having a party here already," Droviz says, pointing at the dead body. "Looks like we might be in for another fight, so weapons out, everyone."

The masked warrior puts action to word...

Detect magic, activate!

"Yeah, but now how do we get 'em out of here and into the Bone Lady's court?" Droviz asks.

"Well, there's something you don't see every day," Droviz says after a moment of contemplation.

Sense motive 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

"Greth, they think yer one of the Old Hag's giant troopers!" Droviz exclaims. "Get back a bit."

Provided Ragnar does, Droviz calls out: "Oy, little kiddies. s'Alright, we mean ye no harm. It's time ta leave here an' go to yer kin."

"Yeah, they oughta be with their families," Droviz repeats. "They been waiting too long already."

"So now what? We need a rest, but I'm not keen on sleeping while those phantom kiddies are about. Can we send 'em on to the Bone Queen somehow, so's they can get back together with their families?"

Linguistics 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Surprisingly, it is Droviz who volunteers to do the bulk of the translating. "Got to earn my keep," he jokes before bowing his head over the book. "And yeah, I'd like that belt -- after I'm done here. Give me a while..."

When the translation is finished, the Drow makes a face behind his mask. "Eergh. As caretakers, they failed. They should've legged it with those kids, 'stead of staying here. Bargaining little kiddies' lives away ... yeah, that ain't right. So. What do we do about Slim, there?"

Droviz points at the last huecuva.

Droviz marches towards the huecuva currently sandwiched between Warden, Fang and Ragnar. His stride is unhurried and steady, but his arms are in motion as he goes. By the time he comes to a halt -- the hammer comes down with all the force he can muster.

Bring the hammer down 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22 for 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11 silver and magic.

Congratulations! :)

Seeing his enemy weaken, Droviz brings the hammer down yet again!

Magical silver hammer 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8 for 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10 damage.
Aw, dungbeetles...!

Man, I hope we meet more enemies with meat on their bones soon, or I'm going to have to retrain Weapon Focus and Weapon Specialization for the hammer. ;)

Fort. save 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Droviz snarls as he finds himself stabbed in the back. Seeing that the huecuva he had been fighting appears to be out of commission, he wheels around and brings his hammer down on the latest antagonist.

Magical silver hammer 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22 for 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10 damage.

"Bash 'em down!" Roaring, Droviz sweeps his hammer at the huecuva again!

Magic silver hammer 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15 for 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 damage.

Provided Ragnar doesn't manage to subdue them...

"Well, I see it like this. Bones are bones," Droviz says as he presents his silver warhammer and an oily sheen of blackness covers the argent metal, "and bones are for breaking!"

Shouting at the top of his voice, the masked Drow charges at the undead blight closest to Krystae and swings!

Minor action to imbue warhammer with pool point. Moving to engage, attacking with +1 silver warhammer: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20 for 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 damage.

Merry Christmas, everyone. ^_^

"What in the infinite layers of the Abyss am I looking at?" Droviz shouts.

Seriously, tell Droviz. He has special weaponry.

Perception 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

"Whoa there, big guy! What've you been drinking and where can I get a bottle?" Droviz asks. "Something seems off around here, folks. Nadya; you and your boys should hang back for a bit, alright?"

Detect magic active.

"You kidding? The surface ain't like Zirnakaynin. When you folks see the darkness gnawing at the walls, most call for the light. Back in the Darklands, if folks see the dark, they try to join up."

"I like Desna, Doc, but I'm making nice with a different lady," Droviz says.
The Drow briefly pulls a silver symbol of Calistria out of his collar, then tucks it back.

"Well, looks like we know where we're sleeping. Let's check for holes in the walls and gather some firewood from the ruins."

The Land of Adventure welcomes visitors.

"Well, wolf don't taste as good as elk, but meat is meat," Droviz says as he unslings sword and shield.

I think I'd prefer my silver warhammer. I can use a pool point to boost my secondary weapon anytime, and we never know when we'll need enchanted silver. ^_^