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Feinmeir studies his target quickly and strikes.

move action: favored target +1
Standard action: Swing the sword

Attack vs Red: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
damage : 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

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Feinmeir moves around the table as his allies engage the enemies while drawing his sword, he then swings at the bandit.

Attack Vs Red: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

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Hey guys I'm traveling so posting is gonna be scarce for a few days due to crappy internet connections, GM Sigma I'll send you a message about combat actions if my turn comes up.

WooHoo!

I'm in the same boat as Arthrax right now, so I'll describe what I do but put me where you can, in a non threatning position if possible.

Feinmeir steps through the door almost as enraged as Connor, he spots a bandit and lets loose his axe.

Attack vs Yellow: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Normal Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
AXE TO THE FACE!: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (4, 1) + 6 = 11

Feinmeir snaps the shaft of the bolt and chases after the group sheathing his sword and drawing his throwing axes. "I intend to return the favor of that bolt ten fold."

I think I could use some heals from R2-Mer2

If thats not a hit, I'm Ghandi, down to 5/12

Fort(poison): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

"We've been spotted Feinmeir says looking for where the bolt came from.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

How I feel with my roll

Feinmeir waits for Arthrax to come back from his sweep and moves forward to scout the building.

Sneaky Sneak: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

I think I've been spotted and I don't even know it

"I feel as though the captors are in the lodge so our first priority is to find the door. They might have a back door as well, so I will scout for that so we can flank them." Feinmeir says quietly to the group.

Did anyone get hit? And I'm fine.

Feinmeir focuses and swings again.

Move Action: Favored Target +1 (purple bandit)
Standard Action: Swingy the sword thing

Swingy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

oh look more 1's

"Please before I lose dinner. Feinmeir says moving forward.

Feinmeir inspects the tracks trying to give a definitive answer, either way as he has done he draws his sword and dons his shield.

Tracking: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

same

I feel like we need to keep count.

"No me grandfather was the last to have seen it, though I don't think our blood has ever adjusted I still don't like the heat and the cold never bothered me anyways."

"I come from Blackcrag Cove on the coast of Katapesh, though my family traces itself all the way to Linnorm. Heh, I just realized I'll be the last on to be able to trace back my family to Linnorm." Feinmeir pulls out a green scale and rubs it as he finishes talking.

I was assuming you guys were already asleep

"By of sorts I'm guessing your family hails from the north." Feinmeir putting the bow down next to him.

"So you be from the north I assume"

Ditto.

Feinmeir tests the bow's pull as he and Merisiel take watch, he had never been great with them. Bows are for the elves, but I might still have need of it. Should ask the others if they want to use it instead.

"So Meri how have you been enjoying the cold?" Feinmeir asks trying to pass the time.

"I can give ya some of my trail rations and I'll take your part of the chicken." Feinmeir says giving a low chuckle.

If I remember right thats the core rule I'll double check in a little bit.

"Don't tell the elf."

Darn you casters and your need for 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep.

"How about you and Ikkis take last watch, I fear the lad may need his sleep as well. Arthrax and I shall sleep nearby if needed." Feimeir suggests as he helps Connor find camp.

Aid Another: Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

"Nothing against Connor but I suppose to be taking care of the lass so I'll sit up with her on the first watch." Feinmeir says walking up to the side of Merisiel.

Nobody throws a dwarf except for Aragorn that one time

If I couldn't have gotten into melee off the bat I would've

Still holding my axe didn't throw it yet.

Feinmeir moves up taking a swing with his throwing axe.

Round 2
And my axe: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Feinmeir stands in the back wary of the talking snowman, he sheates his sword and draws a throwing axe ready to throw if it speaks again.

"Do you want to burn a snowman?"

Feinmeir waits a moment before looking to the others. "Let us continue but be wary the pixie might be right about something."

Tracking: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Feinmeir rushes in drawing his sword trying to kill the stag.

Round 1 *FIGHT*
ATTACK: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Feinmeir follows the others watching the stag as they pass.

"I believe I will be walking right in to your kingdom and walking right out."

Pleasssssse Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
I give up this stag is unreadable

"Sorry but there be someone we're trying to retrieve from them bandits and I don't be thinking your fey can carry her." Feinmeir responded.

Worthless sense motive here we go. 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Sensing the motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

"I'd not believe it unless I be seeing it, we be here searching for a group of bandits." Feinmeir answers truthfully.

"Nay this just be telling us we be going the right way. These tracks be them going to ambush them." Feinmeir says pointing to the hooves leading to where the party came from. "And these be the ones we want to follow the rest of the way, I believe we be getting closer." He points to other tracks and then continues on.

In case of new tracking roll needed: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

"Well hopefully she can keep the fire up cause I do not have a one." Feinmeir says trying to pick up the trail where they had left off.

"Let us move on then and deal with these bandits." Feinmeir says standing up.

Tracking: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

"I swear by Torag if I see one of them pixie things again I'll kill it." Feinmeir says agrily as he sits shaking the snow out of his beard.

I hate being unconscious, I has quips for days.

Feinmeit lays in the snow unable to process that a tiny little pixie had taken him down.

I hate color spray

"Lads and lasses I think we be having company" Feinmeir said tightening his grip on the sword.

Feinmeir draws his sword and looks about wary of the fetishes.

Something is afoot: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Ikkis the only reason your going in drag is because Feinmeir would be caught in five seconds.