Famalam changes her weapon to the thinner chained aklys and attempts to hook the strange critter's strange bits (ha, right in the dick). Hooking it around the eye, she rolls her hand in the chain and tightens her grip, pulling like a fisherman to the side, "I have you now, beast. Make it bleed!" She laughed, having a blast.
She'll reposition it 5-ft to the right and boast as a free action since she succeeded on a combat maneuver. Her reposition triggers an AOO thanks to her Break Defenses and her boast grants a reroll take the better on her allies' next attack.
Reposition: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10
Ramalama points to the corner of the room, after half-looking the place over, "Over there. Torchlight." Though, she didn't exactly remember the doctor glowing. She readied her weapon, swinging its chained blade in one hand and holding the rest of the chain in the other. She would approach behind the two men.
Marife kept up her cruel smile, continuing to whisper quietly, "So complimentary. But I don't estimate much from you. How could I underestimate?" There was a pause, before she withdrew her jeering face, "But you're right. I'm much too ordinary for this place. But I'm thinking of ways to fix that. Don't you worry your little head about it." Gesturing for the two men to take the lead through the door, if it had been bashed down, "Gentlemen first! We'll support your nicely shaped back-sides shortly."
Ramfe let her eyes fall down to the rat that approached her, gaily laughing, "You are such a charmer! I didn't know you liked me that much.." Then she whispers back with a cruel, mocking smile, "Are you going to go pick flowers for me? All alone, where some monster can come and swallow you up, rat? I've bled for days and I haven't died. Just think about it." They're getting along so well! If eyes could shook lightning sparks.
Deimei claps and shakes her head, "I'd ask for an encore, but it wouldn't be the same." Her attention slowly turns to the rat, stopping her clapping, "Don't worry, we'll use you to open the next door." Her voice dips low and menacing-like, "With just as much force."
She smiles as if nothing had happened, "What mysteries lie ahead, I wonder!"
Mareifim gave one last look at the guards and sighed, walking after the wolf, "These people.." Once out of ear shot from the crossbowmen, she rolls her eyes and smirks to herself, "Must be that time again. Murdering and dragging bodies back to show our good deeds!"
She walks after the two men, behind them, dragging her chains along the ground, "How I enjoy being sent out to fight the monsters that will eventually kill those men; just like I said they would. They're lucky this armor is just for show." Hmm? "It's just a show for them, you know. We're today's entertainers. I hope you know how to dance, for your sake."
Fenrir patted the White Wolf's arm, her rough-skinned lips pulling into a cheery smile, "Look at you! So genteel." She turned her attention to the guards, her hand wisping about in front of her, "We're not dopplegangers and we're looking for a way out. What is there not to love? Honestly though, you can't expect to hole yourselves up here and survive for very long. Sooner or later, you'll have to search for food and water, and that's when the monsters will attack you."
Do you even scavenge, brah?
Famalam kicked at the rubble as she passed through it, and finally slowed to a stop, hooking her chains to her belt as she speaks, "Oh, how grateful we are to know we're not alone. We are hunting the mad doctor, are you harboring her beyond this point? Her head belongs to me." As well as everything else she is, but now was not the time for eyebrows!
Madarafe gestured to her companions and the rat, "These fellows and I were locked up by her and we are seeking solace from this mad house."
Famdemem agreed, lifting her eyebrows, "Oh yes, we'll ask very nicely. I'll even let you have her once I'm done. Isn't that nice of me?" She laughed, as if that was all a joke to her. She readied her sword and chain and walked around, looking for a way out of this courtyard.
What was that? I should slide back down into the dead bodies and look in the other room? It'll be like a slip-and-slide! Wee!
Fei-Fei stood up as the man arrived at the top, "I wouldn't cut my own rope, even with you on it. How lucky you are to still lay eyes on me." She returned the man's smile with a cruel mockery that quickly evaporated, "My thanks." As the others started their climb, Fre-Fre watched them with her blade swinging idly at her side in a slow, menacing circle. But she was soon bundling up the rope and hook once they were done, hoisting it over her shoulder, "About time. Too busy rolling in dead things?"
Firade shouted down the chute after the human was done using her rope, "If you don't hurry it up, I'm pulling my rope up. You can rot with your friends down there; I'm looking for a way out."
Feyfey slams her forearm against the grate a few times, feeling it give way with a final hit. Her chains dangled beneath her as she pulled herself up into the courtyard. Pulling them up and having a look around, she sat on the grass, "What a strange place to dump bodies. Well whatever." She was just about to pull up her rope when there was one of the humans on it, and instead waited a minute sitting and watching him climb up.
Her boot instinctively wanted to crush its heel into the man's face and send him back into the pit of bodies...but she only wiggled her fingers as he neared the top, but quickly frowned and didn't offer her hand to him. She was obviously re-focusing and didn't have that kind of time!
1 minute spent, Martial Focus back online.
perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (1) + 0 = 1
My highest perception check ever.
Famalam didn't even notice the clothes on the bodies and planted her foot firmly into the bodies beneath her, hooking her weapons into her armor. She clambered over the dead bodies. And she smiled. Distant, she heard the cries of the bloodthirsty crowd, those dying around her. She killed them to advance herself, pushing her opponent down in their blood and hacking into his face with her--
She reached the shoot, and looked up it, "I would have. Kicking them down a chute sounds like fun. They would make all these sounds.." She pulled the rope from her armor loop and fastened it around a grappling hook. Tossing it up the shoot, she pulled on it to make certain it was fastened and began her ascent.
Expending martial focus, fort save is treated as 13, so 18 total.
climb: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Fefedem pulled a long metal hook attached to a metal chain out of a bag and then a blade with a ring in its handle where another chain was threaded through, "Oh..these must be mine." Then this wicked sharp hand axe that had a hook on the back of the blade. Bit by bit, she pulled her armor out of the bag and each piece smelled strongly of blood and sweat.
Standing up, she hooked her axe into her belt and idly spun her chained blade around her finger, "It'll be a shame to lose her. Maybe we can kill her slowly, wouldn't that be fun?"
Faremadan lifted her eyes to the keys being handed over. She stands slowly, with a winning smile, "That's right, you better open that door." Walking over to the door, she places her hand on the metal and spins outside her cell. Looking the others over with the minimal amount of interest, she shrugs to the rat's question, finding her way to those sacks.
She tosses things about out of them, "There has to be something sharp in one of these sacks." During her search, she was looking over strange things, "Monsters? That sounds exciting." With mentioning of the doctor's name, Freemaden smiles, "I can still feel her on my hands, tossing and turning, ughhh.." She let's her eyes flutter and she draws her fingernails down her face.
Strangely enough, every time I play an evil lady, there's a ratfolk in the party.
Fireyar licked the blood off of her lip, a little bit of it on her teeth, "Oops, I bit a little too hard." She watched the doctor run away with a cruel laugh, "Wait, please, come back. I was just getting started." She sat in the middle of her room and crossed her arms over her knees, cheek laying flat against her elbow. She watched the others argue, "How rude. I'm also a masochist, I'm pretty sure. How about you release me and we'll find out, hmm?" She lifts her eyebrows suggestively, her eyes no longer burning.
She let's her tail rise up and waiver like a scorpion's stinger, "I'm just so lonely now. Someone better find that doctor and bring her back for me...before she brings something dangerous to you, little rat." She shows her teeth at the last two words, but resumes her wait. Nothing to do except taunt the rat, one of her brand new hobbies!
Feyarami made a pouting face, "Enemies? I'm talking about allies, but if you want to run around making enemies, you be my guest." She cracks up into the shape-changing lady's lips, pulling away, "How can you believe those two you're going to unlock are going to help you? I stand by my words; you really can't tell truth from lies." Laughing more, "Lead you? You are a craven and the others would just blame me for your eventual death. I would help you, more than you will ever know, but I'm sure one of those burly humans will lead you."
She shrugged in a comfortable manner, "I'd rather not risk my pleasure in killing your worthless hide. Go about your business, but leave the doctor with me. That's all I ask."
It's the charming part of her personality, I swear. But then again, everyone is an insane lunatic in an asylum!
Fayer can't remember any of her standards, so this is pretty normal, whatever normal is. But at least the doctor isn't moving! She breaks her kissing with some handling, "Rakheet, you are a fool to think you can have less and accomplish more. I don't have to murder fools, they'll die of their own accord." A little bite here, a little tongue there, "But I bet you'll lose your two human allies and doom us both to rot in this place. They'll look towards you, a fool, for guidance and die terribly."
She lifts one of the doctor's legs up as she works, "For one of those reasons, I haven't released this one from my hands. I need you to be alive, as I don't know what's outside these cells and would like to escape them in greater numbers. Just like you would. We're very similar in that regard" She laughs, cruelly, "Except one of us can't tell the difference between truth and lies."
Fyryer set her chin on the doctor's shoulder, eyeing the rat, "Quickly now, rat. I want to get out of here too, wherever this is. My fingers are slipping, oh! Slipping.." She smiled, delightfully teasing the rat, before she rolled her eyes, "And if I said I was a flying, giant animal, you would believe me. I bet none of you know how to work a person over and make it sound true." Turning back to her business, "Well, what will it be, rat?"
I getcha, no grappling then.
Freya hisses against the doc's neck. If her eyes could kill people alone, that rat would be d-e-d, dead, "You don't trust in my ability? For someone so small, you sure do make a lot of noise. I'm sure you and your bumbling friends can make it just fine." Wow, sarcasm! "Unlock my cage or I let this doctor go and help her instead of you. You have a much better chance of surviving with me around." She went back to smooching, then, "Obviously." Numbers, duh.
Grab, touch attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Disarm: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Grab is likely successful, so Doc is battered, -2 cmd, no attack of opportunity for the disarm /and/ -4 dex for being grappled. Then the disarm comes in.
Feyeyramadan lifted her tail and her head as the doctor began to talk back. She let her eyes light up in flames again, but settled on a cool, disinterested scowl. Slowly, she got up off of the bed and neared the bars and shifted her weight about, "Say that to my face, I da--"
Then the doctor came sprawling towards her, so Feyadan grabbed the doctor's hair and butt naturally, with just the bars between the two, "You speak too much, your mouth is mine now." Her hand went to the doctor's weapon and split the doc's fingers with hers. The weapon most likely clattered to the floor and they, uh, they were...they were locked in combat. Those bars were getting offly warm. If there ever was a distracting moment, it was this one.
Fey-fey frowned slightly, her shoulders shrugging nonchalantly, "That's how it always is. But obviously, I could have done a better job." Turning about and going to lay on her back on the bed, she folded her arms behind her neck and contemplated the ceiling, "You didn't even tie his legs to the table. So amateur."
Perking up, she lightened her tone with, "Which is perfectly fine. We can't be good at everything and amateurs are kinda cute. I was hoping for something else though." Her tail snaked around and scratched her nose for her, settling on her stomach, "If you're done being manhandled out there, my offer still stands. This bed needs to be broken."
Feimramdem let her eyes note the others. Both male, both human, and both trying to steal the doctor's attention from her. She wrung the bars in her hands as a pale, white flame billowed the sides of her eyes, "Look into my gaze!" Her voice was loud, commanding, "The others are nothing but animals trapped in cages and they cry out worthless things. They cry out if you cut them and offer you the idea of greed, but I know what spurs you."
Smiling and letting her cheek press against the bars, "Pain and pleasure..with that man there, you have tasted both, but I will ruin your senses them." She drops her eyes to the cage door and then back to the doctor, "This cage isn't for keeping me in, it's for keeping you out. For your own protection; your mind would be forever changed if you were to unlock me." She motioned for the doctor with her spaded tail, "Now come, unlock me. My bed was meant for two."
I influence the doc's attitude through intimidate with a 21 after taking 10.
Minutes of helpfulness if successful, x10: 1d6 ⇒ 5
Who knows! But don't worry, the bard will handle this.Bards!
Feimramdem breaths in deep with her awakening, her hand on her dirty, sweaty shirt. She idly scratched at her stomach, before she sat up and drew her hands down her rough cheeks, "Oh, if only. What beautiful dreams." Yawning deeply, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and held her face for a bit. Everything is so blank..
Then there came the wailing which interrupted her attempts of drifting back to sleep. Standing to her full height and setting her horns on the metal bars, she slowly wraps her fingers around the cold metal. Her eyes were drawn to the tools and to the delightful show. All she needed was breakfast and this would be perfect.
Swaying gently, "Cut him, cut him deep! Cut him for me, my good doctor. Yes, do it for me." If only she could reach between these bars, how it would slip between her fingers and taste! What privilege the doctor must have..
Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 11
Now you can just reach out and touch someone. Some of the names were swapped about, but they do the same thing. Battered is a -2 to CMD and no attacks of opportunity for combat maneuvers.
Most of the Gladiator talents remained the same, which is perfectly fine with me. I swapped my starting feat though and trait from additional traits, from Enforcer to Muscular Reflexes. Which is combat reflexes for strength. And I changed Blade of Mercy to Widow.
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