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The changeling tries the pitons, but gets a gnawing case of the second thoughts when her companions rely on the paladin's wings. She sighs, inhales sharply, and puffs. "Ulrich, before I scale this death trap, please tell me you got a magical means of getting on top of this cliff?"

Climb: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

"Can we right this wrong?" Elká looks at Alessandra, but the changeling's flat eyes mimick the answer she's expecting: no. "If not, we ought to move on. Gods willing, we can come back someday Also, Am ... no, never mind, you do your thing."

Barring the water turning into ice, the water's temperature surely won't stop the paladin from entering it. It must be nice knowing there's someone out there waiting to warm you up.

Somewhere underneath a pale moon amidst the smoking wreckage of mutilated remains that defy the notion of dignity, a lonesome hag-spawn raises a cup and toasts the moon. That glowing bastard might not be showing its maniacal eyes tonight, but Elká has seen them. Back in the Boneyard, where he resides, watching and waiting, as time crawls on by and his moment draws near. "Cheers. I never quite got it why Pharasma kept you around in her place, but", and she stops mid-sentence as a vicious wine-burp erupts to the surface. "But, maybe to you, we're the lunatics rolling about in the grass, making merry and playing pretend, acting as if life goes on and on. How silly and crazy we must sound to you. Well, here I am, talking to the blasted moon. This one is for you."

With shaky legs, the changeling rises up only to realize she has to get back down. She curses and swears as she reaches for the barrel. Groans follow as the weight of the damned thing confounds the addled woman, the barrel's contents swooshing from one side to the other. "Catch! Don't let the worms get drunk!", the changeling yells. She nearly loses her footing atop the ruined wall but manages to not follow the barrel and add additional nutrients to the worms' diet. Sadly, her cup wasn't as lucky. "Sheet."

That's one big bald nihilistic ... Elká doesn't finish the thought as she spots the barrel of wine and instantly starts daydreaming about how much it will be fun to empty it.

She'll return to the others to report on her findings. "It's a damn shame we don't a strong poison with us to knock that wine-sipping wench out cold."

Is everyone okay with Elká using/keeping the Crusader's Quill for now? Triggering the ability should be relatively easy and the once-a-month bestow curse can make or break a boss fight.

A soft rumbling growl manages to slip past Elká's pursed lips. "Great, an army of undead renovators. And those", she says while pointing at the three-armed freaks. "They must be the contractors in charge of this mess. Say, how about I use my mask to look like one of the zombies and I go have a gander at the place before we blow them all up?"

The mask's power should let Elká be able to disguise as a regular zombie broad. She will, if possible, check out the area to get a feeling of the lay of the land. Of note are tunnels, passages and buildings that may contain foes that could join the battle if they were to engage the three freaks and their zombie goons. If it goes swimmingly, she'd love to see if perhaps there's a building/terrain feature they can use to hamper the undead: a stone block to the dome, trapping zombies in a digging pit, that sort of stuff. A big 'if', I know!
Disguise as zombie: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26
Stealth: 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (18) + 27 = 45
She will 'Study Target' the three freaks and through powers beyond my comprehension, this means she gets a +3 to her disguise and stealth rolls against those specific foes.

Elká tries not to scoff at Gabriella, but her words betray her. "We do the same thing we always do: we spit in the faces of those stupid enough to challenge us. Not even Pharasma wanted us in her realm, and if that isn't a clue we're bad news, I don't know what is. Now, let's stop yapping, and let's start prepping. We got killing to do. We rip and tear, Gabriella, heh."

Saying rip and tear makes Elká think of what's to come. The idea of pulling the guts out of whatever a Marilith is, somehow manages to soothe Elká's troubled soul. "God, I wish I had one of those mechanical Gnomish buzzsaws. A mithril blade kissed with adamantine teeth, forged in the blood of evil dragons and demons, and blessed by fallen angels. The latter part is just my imagination, but I swear those Gnomish buzzsaws exist. Crazy lads, you gnomes", she says to Gibrous.

"Focus the gnome, he must be the source for this madness."

Move action: draw javelin
Std action: toss said Javelin
Javelin: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (8) + 16 = 24
Damage: 1d6 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Not wanting to get close when the mortic gnome is leaking deadly looking fluids, if they're fluids to begin with, Elká opts for her trusty javelin and takes aim.

Move action: draw javelin
Std action: toss said Javelin
Javelin Attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19
Damage: 1d6 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Maybe I need to get Elká a magical bow of sorts :') these things don't suffice at lvl 11

"Gnome, kindness can be found in death. Accept her gift, or suffer accordingly."

Will vs 19: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
Will vs 17: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21
If Allie fails her save, Elká will give her a reroll.

The rather quiet changeling - this time, there are no snarky nor witty words coming from her - does as Amnayel requests and kneels down to have a gander at the lock. "Give me a moment."

Disable Device: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (15) + 17 = 32

Elká's feral nature presents itself to anyone who cares to ask her how she's doing. She growls and, if the person persists, swipes at that person with razor-sharp claws.

I'm down with playing Dondun :)

Just don't roll a 1 or 2 on the caster level check when you do find the scroll and use it.

Will save vs DC 16: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
Will save vs DC 20: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

Elká rolls out the leather bag containing all her illicit tools and spills them out of the floor. She searches through the mess in the hopes of finding a mithril pick but it's nowhere to be found. She curses and swears and settles on a worn-out tin finger cap. Tin is supposed to be good against magic, right? Or was it lead? Think like an orc. It doesn't matter which is better, as long as you believe it to be better.

So she tries to fool herself.

Armed with a set of weird and less-than-optimal tools the changeling attempts to bypass the book's protections without setting off the trap.

Disable Device: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (2) + 25 = 27
10 ranks, 3 class skill, 2 dex, 2 tools, 5 trapfinder, 1 guidance, 2 aid another

If she had a choice in this, Elká would dive headfirst into the plant-creature's tendrils and book herself a one-way ride to Pharasma's garden. Sadly, the twins would find a way to get her back, meaning she might as well help in dealing with the plant.

Move action: move
Std action: attack (power attack, studied target)
Attack 1: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (17) + 19 = 36
Damage 1: 1d6 + 18 ⇒ (6) + 18 = 24

I really should specify this before it bites me in the ass: Elká will, if possible, stealth at any given time the group is on the move. She can move at full speed without penalties. Perhaps you can treat it as a 'take 10' sort of thing - that, or you can roll her stealth check in secret. I'm fine either way! And yes, I know that without cover, foes can see her, hence the 'if possible'. I trust your judgment :)

Ooo ... which word? :)

'That' ;) when you're an annis hag changeling, the word that becomes pretty toxic I'd imagine, haha.

Everything about the woman causes Elká to feel like throwing up. She can't exactly put her finger on to why. Actually, she can: Amnayel is altogether too pretty, well-composed, and insufferably devout. Heh, the dhampir twins have found their lost triplet it seems.

It's that the changeling is too busy feeling self-pity thanks to a volatile mix of recent physical trauma and fatigue of the soul to translate these feelings into spoken words and posture. Whatever the case, that Elká - Amnayel can see her scowl at Gabriella when the dhampir uses that word - turns to greet the newcomer and stares at her from behind an enchanted hunter's mask. Adorned with savage charms and trinkets, the mask perfectly encapsulates the changeling's personality. "Ignore the twins, they're moody as always. Yeah, yeah, the pot calling the kettle black, I know and you know I like you two enough to keep drinking from that poisoned bottle. Now, let's go shoot that bat out of the sky. Worst case scenario, you launch me at it and maybe the thing will flee to the Mwangi expanse. I think my last boyfriend did just that."

Unlike what her monstrous physique would suggest, for there's nothing womanly about her shoulders or the dirk-sized nails protruding from her brick-sized hands, Elká is surprisingly quiet and agile. Perhaps looks don't always tell you the whole picture. If only Elká could stumble upon that thought right now ...

Elká staggers back and falls down to the ground. She holds her arms up in a fencing response and stares at the damage Ceto did to her.

Not going to close the gap with the last foe at 1 hp ;o

"Hey, Ceto!", Elká yells at the woman as she rolls into position to stab the blonde with a nail the size of a dirk.

Move action: flank Ceto with Rascal
Std action: attack (power attack, studied target)
Attack 1: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (7) + 21 = 28
Damage 1: 1d6 + 18 ⇒ (1) + 18 = 19
Opportunist AoO: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (5) + 21 = 26
Damage: 1d6 + 18 ⇒ (4) + 18 = 22
If moving to Ulrich is more than a 5ft step, Elká makes only one attack. The Opportunist attack is posted just in case someone else strikes Ceto. And if Sneak Attack works:
Sneak Attack: 4d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 2, 2) = 9

If I sometimes seem out of it, it is because I am. My body keeps asking for more and more sleep -_-

Reflex vs 21: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21
That leaves Elká at 24/85 hp. Ouch. Maybe I *should* pick up Evasion.

"We did come across a pillar, Aylunna, into which your companion might've gone. Or, well, that's what the tracks indicate. It seems that one must perform a ritual of sorts, involving a cloak and crossing a bridge, to get through? You see, I don't get it, and I think none of my friends do, and that's why we came here."

Elká kneels down next to the woman to offer her a helping hand and her waterskin. "You're welcome, Aylunna. You have no idea what a relief it is to hear you've found the bolt. I don't know if we can take on the winged menace without it ..."

Elká could take the Flame Tongue for now and use it as a sneaky sneak attack pew pew device. A ranged touch attack that deals 8d6 fire damage *should* come in handy sooner or later.

I'm an idiot. I've been forgetting Opportunist.

"Ah! You're really bringing out the worst in me!" The words are accompanied by repeated attempts to gut the demon as if he were a fish. The changeling's rage takes away whatever hesitation and desire to hold something back that she might've had.

Full-round action: full attack (power attack, studied target)
5ft step to maybe in a turn get into a flanking position with Elly
Attack 1: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (4) + 19 = 23
Damage 1: 1d6 + 18 ⇒ (6) + 18 = 24
Attack 2: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (14) + 19 = 33
Damage 2: 1d6 + 18 ⇒ (3) + 18 = 21
Opportunist AoO if Elly hits it in melee: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (16) + 19 = 35
Damage: 1d6 + 18 ⇒ (6) + 18 = 24
39/85 hp

"No! That ain't yours to take! I'm going to tear those horns off and turn you into contemporary art, you ... !" Elká's mood can be described as angry.

Will vs 18: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19
Std action: attack
Attack: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (5) + 17 = 22
Damage: 1d6 + 17 ⇒ (4) + 17 = 21

You got a slayer who relies on natural attacks and has a whoopin' +1 enchantment bonus to carry her through fights. Surely that won't become a problem anytime soon.

Like Gabby says, we got this.

._.'

Elká tumbles in headfirst and tries to cut and gut the otherworldly bastard. "May an infernal flytrap chew on your soul for eons to come, you bastard!"

Move action: move
Std action: attack (studied target, power attack, sneak because it hasn't acted yet)
Attack: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (15) + 17 = 32
Damage: 1d6 + 17 + 4d6 ⇒ (3) + 17 + (2, 2, 6, 6) = 36

"He is ... never mind. So, eh, what's this pillar all about? Is there any way we can open or trigger it? Or should we just take the doors?"

Survival vs 15: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17
Stealth: 1d20 + 26 ⇒ (8) + 26 = 34

The two sets of tracks manage to temporarily confound the changeling. She rubs the tip of her nose as she ponders what to do next. "Odd. I see two sets of tracks, but where the one leading to the double door is to be expected, the other set leads to the pillar and then ... eh, well, it stops as if the person vanished into thin air."

The whole thing puts Elká on edge. "And yes, this place gives me the creeps. Bury your death. Or even better, burn them." With that said, she sneaks forward and scans the place for any and all danger.

Perception vs Traps/Dangers: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (8) + 24 = 32

Unlike Gabriella, Elká isn't quite as chirpy. In fact, she seems taken aback by the dhampir's mood. "And how would go about doing that? Wouldn't it simply fly away the moment it feels threatened? You just told us it is intelligent and capable of magic?! I think there's a reason the Iomedeans are looking for a sacred weapon ... trust me when I say this, when the zealots seek sanctuary in blessed arms, you know that you ain't dealing with an ordinary threat."

Elká will move away and, Pharasma willing, stay out of their clutches for now. That will be all of her actions.

"Why did I agree to this?! Why did I suggest this?!", she spits at herself as the band of zombies eye her and come to the unanimous decision that she does indeed look rather tasty. She runs. Oh, she runs.

That's fine, Ulrich.

I wonder how Opportunist will play out. It seems really good \._./

Elká takes in their surroundings and tries to find some rather inaccessible high ground for the casters to claim. "There's ... a lot of them, Alessandra. How about a good ol' bait and switch? I think I can outrun them, and once they start moving, you unload your worst on them. Zombies are stupid, right? Might as well use that."

I'll get down to leveling up Elká tomorrow, but having had a peek at the advanced talents, she'll most likely pick up Opportunist and that's pretty much all the stuff I get to chose.

@Ulrich - I really think that picking up Polymorph would be amazing with our party composition. Both Alessandra and Elká can make great use of it. Raw stats, natural armor class, a fly or climb speed, and of course, lots of natural attacks. But if you don't want to, that's fine. Polymorph is quite a rules and math-intensive spell ;/

The desire to gut the wizard right there and then is dwarfed by the view. Cataclysmic destruction on a scale beyond the changeling's ability to comprehend leaves her feeling powerless. She sighs and visibly deflates. "We failed ... we failed, but maybe we can at least save what's left."

She aches to say more words. To speak sentences of hope, to give the others something to cling to in the face of defeat. "Let's go answer the call for help before this view breaks my heart and soul."

Malfunction seems better, if only because it is not a touch spell :)

"Really?! You smile upon entering Pharasma's embrace?!" Elká suppresses the desire to kick the man's remains, but she does moan and groan to ventilate her frustrations. "Tell me, how does one fight insanity? Because that's what it feels like we're doing: fighting insanity."

Elká has no real use for any of those items. She can't wear heavy armor and already has such a belt, ring and cloak. The warhammer might be an amazing backup for Alessandra :)

Elká shifts her focus to the remaining undead abomination and hammers away at their disgusting foe.

Full-round action: full attack (, power attack, studied target)
Attack 1: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (6) + 17 = 23
Damage 1: 1d6 + 17 ⇒ (3) + 17 = 20
Attack 2: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (9) + 17 = 26
Damage 2: 1d6 + 17 ⇒ (6) + 17 = 23

On the topic of health, I've been having the sniffles and a sore throat for the last week or so and over the weekend a slight pressure on my chest got added to the list. Today I developed a slight fever and been having the chills, so if I disappear for a day or two, know that I will most likely be in bed.

I'm still feeling (relatively?) fine, so who knows, maybe it's just a seasonal bug and not 'the' bug.

"Focus the one on the right!"

Full-round action: attack vs Elly's direct opponent (combat expertise, power attack, studied target)
Fort vs 21: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21
Attack 1: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (10) + 13 = 23
Damage 1: 1d6 + 17 ⇒ (1) + 17 = 18
Attack 2: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20
Damage 2: 1d6 + 17 ⇒ (2) + 17 = 19
Currently at AC 25 and Touch AC 16

28/76, so 48 damage.

"Oh, don't let my suffering get in the way. I'd hate to be a bother." Elká's voice might be dripping with sarcasm, but her sour face quickly turns into something that might be ... a visage of hope? "C'mon, chop-chop, we got places to see, people to kill. The list is already way too long, so stop finding ways to add each other to it."

STR vs DC 20: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
That's a no.

Fort vs 15: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
I failed one before as well. I am unsure if there is any interaction between the two failed saves?

That disarm attempt was about as useful as nipples on a breastplate, lol.

Fort vs 15: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11
Fort vs 15: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26
Fort vs 15: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

"THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA!!! WHY DID NO ONE STOP ME?!", the changeling yells as the cage-creature rips into her.

Attack: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 17 ⇒ (1) + 17 = 18
Attack: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (10) + 15 = 25
Damage: 1d6 + 17 ⇒ (3) + 17 = 20

"Ha, wait what, you're telling me that putting my lockpicks into it actually hurts it?! Ohhhh, yes!" Something tells Alessandra that Elká is liking the prospect of hurting the cage-beast a little too much.

Disable Device: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (18) + 20 = 38 (added the +4 for 'disabling traps'

"Let's loop around through the other passage. Yes, I really do not want to pass through that cage." Unlike Gab, the cage's kinky allure holds no sway over the changeling.

We can take the other passage (bottom right one) and hope it leads to the same area, but without forcing us to go through a cage.

"Alright, alright ...", Elká says with more than a drop of reluctance in her voice. "So that passage over there, that one, leads to the elf bastard? Let's pay him a visit and send him to Pharasma's retirement home. I'm sure he won't mind, what with that crazy god of his hanging over her gardens."

Is it the bottom or top right passage? Regardless of which one it is, Elká will keep an eye out for dangers and traps.

"Oh no. Oh no, no, no-no-no." Elká shakes her head violently and crashes her fist into a wall when the wizard shares the news that the madmen are wanting to blow up Vigil in the same Roslar's Coffer was blown to smithereens. "We can't let that happen. I'd rather bloody die again and again than let that happen."

She still doesn't trust the wizard, but any help is welcome right now. Even if said help will jump ship the moment things get hairy.

Elká tries not to scoff at the bandit-wizard. "Times must be dire when a professional liar can't help but resort to selling the truth."