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Downloaded. Thanks for the game everyone!
I believe we can still use pregen skills for Day Jobs, so rather than worry about Locke's stats I'll use Fazgyn's Craft skill. If that is not acceptable, I can work it out tonight.
Of course, either way it's a good roll!
"...I could pretend to be empty." Fazgyn mutters to himself before shaking his head. "So kill bug, get out? Or just get out?"
"She'll make another one, one that isn't STUPIDLY TRAITOROUS!" Fazgyn shouts back.
Man, the dice really made this out to be something.
Closing the rest of the distance, Fazgyn draws his blade in his free hand. Taking up position, he waits for Pethjun to step into the flank. Readied Attack:
Leaping into action, Fazgyn darts to the right, pulling his bow and aiming to hamstring the dragon before it can take flight.
Fazgyn stays quiet and unobtrusive, glancing around the empty tower top. Not much of a lair. Still not a good place to fight. The open air all around sets him ill at ease.
Sidestepping the ensuing glass explosion thanks to experience, Fazgyn shakes his head. ”Now we go through the mirror and hope we don’t mecome mirror men.” he sighs in resignation.
"Stupid mirror man!" Fazgyn growls, swinging wildly to clear the illusions away.
He then steps back to draw it towards the rest of the party.
Fazgyn nearly catches glass in the face before twisting out of the way. ”I said no more tricks...” he grumbles to himself.
"No more tricks!" Fazgyn shouts, swinging both blades to end the mirror thing.
Darting around to the opposite side from Pethjun, Fazgyn strikes at the mirrored creature with no hesitation!
Creeping around the side of the mirror, Fazgyn inspects the area for traps.
"What? Me? Fine." Fazgyn barks sharply in surprise, roused from his study of the tower. Leading the way down, he keeps sharp watch for traps.
"Oh, so there is your play. Send us in to the trap, then come behind." One claw tests the edge of his dagger. "I say we talk to the dragon. Maybe we join Shadrixis and you don't get what you want. Maybe you do. I'm not so foolish to challenge dominance in their own lair."
AFTER he tells us where to find the dragon, of course.
Fazgyn will do whatever it takes to get back to the Material and away from all this weirdness. :)
A long exhalation hisses from closed fangs. "Sounds foolish. But what choice do we have?" Faz grumbles, shaking his head side to side. "Where do we find Shadrixis? Are there more onyx fools?"
”Sounds like someone is breaking rules.”
"Fine, they didn't die." Fazgyn shrugs. "Let's go find the magic thingy and close the door." Stepping through the portal, he lands lightly and stares around, expression blank and maybe a little bored.
"Question: will we die if we walk through portal? Seems important to me. But you go ahead and find out." Fazgyn curls a lip in a sarcastic smile.
"Huh. Maybe should have captured one for questions." Fazgyn blinks away the after images of the burst of fire.
...out of the blast radius of the fireball that is about to be unleashed. Oh right. That's going to be unfortunate for them. :)
Moving forward on ghost light feet, Fazgyn pulls his bow free as he reaches the range for the visible enemy. Just have to trust the slow fangs to deal with the hidden one. he thinks, sighting an arrow and loosing before his dagger can hit the ground and alert then to his presence.
"Tch." The shot goes wide, but at least doesn't catch the talky mage in the back. That wouldn't help keep him in good graces with the tribe.
"Good, yes." Fazgyn growls to Skyrawk, about the closest thing he can think of to 'thanks'. Hearing the new voice, he breezes over to the passage opening to spy on what is going on.
Fazgyn maneuvers back into the tunnels, stowing his bow in preparation to leap out when Pethjun is in position to distract the greenskin.
Hearing no other opposition joining his victim, Fazgyn slides his sword quietly from its sheath to leap out and strike!
No worries from me, I have no pressing time constraints. I will be out at PaizoCon this weekend but checking in as much as I can between games.
Seeing the foolish tall one thinking himself hidden, Faz takes the shot despite the narrow gap. He then sneaks across the way to set up the next horrible ambush.
”Too slow.” Fazgyn takes another shot at the green cloaked woman before melting back into the dark.
Hearing the approaching loudmouth, Faz decides it's time to apply the pain.
Hearing the words below, Fazgyn waits for the sweet sound of slow fangs sinking into soft flesh.
Fazgyn moves to replace the expended poison before hiding amid the tunnels again.
Stepping to the edge, Faz takes a shot at the spellcaster, seeking vengeance for the magic missile burns. Snapping the arrow off, he ducks back to avoid being seen.
Drawing in a breath through his teeth, Fazgyn melts back into the dark to regroup. Sneaking through the tunnels, he tries to get positioned for another deadly shot.
Edit:
Fazgyn creeps up to the edge of the overlook, attempting to take a sneaky shot at the fools below.
I am also not on a schedule for this, so I can accommodate the rest of the party as needed.
Seeing the defenses coming together, Fazgyn moves among the rest of the party to assist in completing the remaining traps.
Seeing all the avenues protected, Fazgyn moves up the side tunnel and begins preparing an arrow trap on the main thoroughfare. If they are somehow able to climb the collapsing scaffold, a good arrow in the gut will help punish them!
Fazgyn moves back up and around through the tunnels, looking to see how the other kobolds are doing. After pointing out a few minor corrections, he skulks down the side tunnel to the north, setting another slow fang at the entrance to guard against any fools that think themselves a kobold.
Having sat back and watched his fellow kobolds pick out their preferred traps, Fazgyn sets to work patching the holes. Seeing one path unguarded, he covers his nose and sets to work on a hidden dart launcher by the poo lake. Only the best, strongest poison would do!
Cleaning his blades on the unbloodied portions of the big mens clothing, Faz looks around the tunnel, eyes half lidded. "Should have set surprises. Too open to defend. Stupid smoothskins, dying in the dark." Moving down to follow Athrax, he looks for other exits. "Where they come from?"
With the other tall one down, Fazgyn steps in to finish the other off.
Seeing the opportunity, Fazgyn drops his bow and leaps heedlessly into the channel, drawing his wicked blade again. He slashes out at the foolish enemy, slipping slightly.
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