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I’m game for 2 & 3 :)

Entorra keeps her blade out and takes a close look at the beast.

The fur, the size...all signs point to it being a troll?! But how a troll got down here, let alone was defeated by some normal ghouls is beyond me. A troll is more than we can handle on our own I think

nature: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17 [ooc]is it an adult or “young”[\ooc]

Everyone, I believe this is a troll. They are vicious creatures, but oddly enough are kind to their young. It may not kill us as we have saved it from sure death...however their actions are chaotic and it could turn against us at any moment

Entorra moves forward with her allies and readies her blade to strike out any any advances no threats

potential readied attack should ghouls advance: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 251d10 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
crit?: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 101d10 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Would the crit confirm if factored against flat footed ac as we went before them?

Entorra hears something coming from the hallway and positions herself in view of it. Her Elven eyes make out a large creature, hanging upside down in clear pain and agony. She draws her curveblade, awaiting for the creature(s) taking their sick pleasure to try a more mobile threat on for size.

She lets out a whistle towards the enemies, Try me on for size...whatever you things are

readied blade versus first threat: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 211d10 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Entorra listens as the creatures make strange noises and sounds and to the interpreter.

Hmm, sounds easy enough. I’ll slice his pale head off! as she tries to carefully walk through the gourd patch without crushing a tiny “living” gourd.

survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Entorra listens to what the old man has to say. She wonders how deep this goes, but is more than happy to have her gear back. She runs her finger along the edge of her curveblade, satisfied that the blade is still sharp.

She straps all her gear, back to where she likes it and is used to it. She looks at the gourds, wondering if they would make good stew.

When Lybram hears the wheezing, she grabs her blade, and readies it in the event the sound turns violent.

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Entorra sees the plethora of people milling about the area. Entorra does the best she can to blend into the crowd.

stealth: 1d20 + 3 - 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 - 3 = 10

I would have bought a short sword too if allowed

My version of “diplomacy” if my first in your face. Any ideas folks?

Nothing is impossible, with the right amount of strength and power

per: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

if what you say is true, time is short. Hurry up before we get caught

diplo: 1d20 ⇒ 7

sense library: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Fine, but nothing better be damaged, as she too unhappily lays them down. She tightens her gauntlets before disembarking.

She listens to the librarian, and follows his eyes towards the window.

Whats bothering you Zefiro?! I don’t have all day to play games old man

sense: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Entorra watches as they persuade the crates for whatever they are looking for. She waits silently, not wants my to draw attention to herself.

She’s never been one to pay attention to other cultures nor their customs or rules and unless she stopped she carries all her weapons/gear off the dock with her

A muscular Elven woman stands towards the back of the room as the esteemed Captain speaks. Her curveblade hangs on her back, While her shortspesr dangles her her waist. She wonders silently to herself of potential threats that await her in the land of demon lover no Cheliax. She lets a small grin out as she think nod of the battles that await her as well. She’s never backed down from a good fight, regardless of if she was the underdog in the fight.

Hello all, I’m Entorra and I know how to fight. I use my blade to solve things, not my mouth. I hope one of you may be a talker, otherwise this may be tougher than we had thought

front line fighter, not much in way of consumables as of now. Will purchase potion of CLW (50gp), silvered gauntlet (22gp), cold iron spiked gauntlet (10gp). Sell my spiked gauntlet (2.5gp), sell gauntlet (1gp)

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Player Name: josh
Character name: Entorra Dinnai
PFS Number: 63386-24
PFS Faction: exchange
Starting XP: 5xp (level 2.2)
Starting Fame: 8
Starting Prestige: 8
Starting Gold: 2355gp
Day job (if any): none
Character Level: 2.2

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AOO on red for standing: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 141d10 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

round 2 on red: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 251d10 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Crit? on red: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 161d10 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Entries takes another wild swing at the line enemy still standing in her way to her and the others leaving with their discovery.

I thought about that, but they are also prone and will take action economy to stand up, while the one near Amelie has an enemy right next to her which has to be dealt with. It really was a tough call in the end lol

Entorra, let's a wicked smile cross her face. She moves but a simple step closer to the one who took a swing at her fellow Pathfinder. Her once "feminine" muscles begin to ripple and bulge as the adrenaline rushes through her body. She lets out a primal scream as she swings her blade in a downward arc at her for, wanting to trim flesh from bone.

Her zealous rage makes her swing wild, and slightly off balance.

Elven Curveblade + rage, AC 15: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 2 = 12 for slash damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Entorra, will continue down the stone passageway. Her balde drawn, expecting something to come out at them angrily as much the previous secret area had. Oddly relieved and equally saddened at the fact that she won't be able to draw blood from an enemy, she looks around the new room she is in.

Hmm, just looks like jumbled words to me, maybe the person had to much to drink while writing it? Whatever. So, where to now. Does Dreng want this? Is this why he played all those damned games?

She hefts her blade back over her shoulder.

Entorra, move u next to the aggressive beetle and takes a jack at it.

1d1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15 for slash damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Hm, that is my kinda solution. Break first, ask questions later.

Entorra, enters the premises as there has already been something sprung. She draws her curved blade, and tries to slice one of the beetles in two. Her blade, cuts through whatever skeletal structure the beetle thinks it has and goo covers her blade.

Remind me to clean my blade off after this, preferably with the drapes from this tacky home.

Elven Curveblade: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21 for slash damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Clearly annoyed at more games.

So, off to the mausoleum we go, unless anyone has a better idea?

Entorra will buy a flask of acid if its available, and prepare to chuck it when the door is opened.

attack acid: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1 = 1.5 = 2!

Son of a! I cannot crit a swarm, what a wasted 20 lol

fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

Entorra, grimaces as all the bats bite her. There are a dozen or so bites all over her legs and arms. The mass of swirling bats makes her gag a bit, but otherwise she seems fine.

She grips her sword, in both hands and makes a mighty chop at the swarm. Seeing that her weapon is just as useless as the arrow that was just shot through it, she calls back to the others.

I say we all move back, and then I will just shut the damn door. They go in here somehow, maybe they will just leave after a few minutes?

Elven Curveblade: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14 for slash damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

wait for the spot behind me to open. Free 5' step back, than a move action to shut door.

Hmph, I knew that this couldn't be that easy. Fine, I guess we will have to play along with the old geezer's games than.

Once over to the other side of the pit, she looks in to the room from behind the others.

She looks around to the others, I will tell you what little girl, if there is indeed a dragon guarding whatever the hell is in there, I will buy you an ale.

She ssteps into the room internally hoping the little girl is wrong, and looks around the room real quick.

T10: 10 + 8 = 18

Satisfied if she sees nothing, or if she does she warns then others than draws her weapon.

Entorra, orders an ale, and sits down at the bar...watching the events unfold between her comrade and the bartender.

A Elven woman steps off the boat, her jet black hair, matted from the torrential downpour. Her hide armor, is in equal soaked state. She looks at the man from but a moment until the ruse is pulled back and he introduces himself.

Entorra listens to the high ranking member's tale, and the mission at hand.

So, why don't you just go in and get it yourself? Why send us guinea pigs in to do your work for you?, she poses the questions in *matter of fact* tone.

I am all for a good ale, or three, but this just seems too easy as my fellow up and comer states.

PFS #: 63386-24
Faction: Lodge
Day Job Roll: none
Initiative Mod: +3
Perception Mod: +8

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