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Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Feona attacks yet again, hoping to deal some damage this time:

Sword attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
Sword damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Feona attacks again.

sword: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Feona whirls and attacks the lion behind her with her short sword.

Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Sword attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Sword damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

If her companions fail to solve the "riddle" Feona will attempt to disable the trap.

While the others are messing with the statues, Feona goes to the door and checks for traps.
1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12
If she finds none, she opens the door...

she picks the 4th

Feona tries to lift one of the lion statues from its place with the intent of setting it in the recess that matches its shape.

"What's the worst can happen?" she grunts as she struggles with the statue.

"Found a door, I think...and a trap!"
Feona chews on her pipe as she attempts to disable the trigger mechanism.

Disable Device: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15

Feona checks each statue looking for hidden or concealed panels. She is careful not to actually touch the lions.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Feona follows Tugo and his magical steed...

Little confused on the bleeding/healing action > What is Feona's current hp? Is she still bleeding?

Feona ignores Tugo's help and lights another tindertwig. "I hate books! Why did I ever accept this mission?" she growls, trying to set more of the swarm afire.

Going down in flames, fellers! Ha!

Not getting the answer she wants, Feona strikes a tindertwig and holds it in front of her, hoping to set a few pages afire and perhaps dissuade the swarm.

Feona, blood running down the side of her face from several wounds on her scalp, kneels and pours some water on the cuts, washing them clean. She then attempts to bandage them. She will cut strips of cloth from her shirt if necessary.

"Are we done yet?" she sighs, looking up at her companions.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

Bleeding from numerous paper cuts, Feona pulls her sap and starts swatting at the pages and books...

Like Piper, I'm not sure which clue you mean...I've went back through the pages and I'm obviously missing something...which means I'm...ahem...clueless. :)

history check: 1d20 ⇒ 13

Feona looks up at Piper and pulls the note from her shirt with all of the strange letters on it. "Think the library spirits are trying to tell us something?"

Looking around in the Ancient Books room, Feona tries to open the cases to where the books are stored.

Open Lock: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
Open Lock: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24
Open Lock: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21
Open Lock: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
Open Lock: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25
Open Lock: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24
Don't know how many cases there are...

Feona enters the room and begins looking around for anything that might offer suggestions on how to interpret ancient runes.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Disheartened and tired of all this ruse play, Feona puts her tools away and walks over to where Tugo and Arvyx are talking to the caretaker. "Hello, I am Feona. I didn't catch your name, but you remind me of my Aunt Rateeta. You have a kind face, like her."

pick lock: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
pick lock: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

If successful on picking the locks on the locked doors, Feona will open them and look inside.

trapfinding: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
trapfinding: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
trapfinding: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Feona checks the doors Arvyx misses and gladly opens any she feels are not laden with traps.

I was more impressed by the sight of that bear chasing my uncle around the camp... Feona thinks to herself, and is about to say as much, when the Guardian produces the key to the secret library. Figuring she can tell it that AFTER they have what they seek, she smiles and nods and waits to enter with her companions.

Feona clears her throat, having sat back to listen to her companions, and stands on her tiptoes, trying to get a better look at the talking lion. "Well, growing up in a family of gypsys, I've traveled all over Avistan and other parts of Golarion. One of my favorite memories is the time my Uncle Rudy Roundbelly snuck up behind a big ol' boar bear, who was sleeping in the blackberry bushes, and slapped her right on the ar....er...rear end. He did it on a dare, you see? My Da dared him he couldn't do it and he said he could, so he did...and the bear woke up...naturally, which is what anyone would do when you get slapped back there...chased Uncle Rudy down the hill and right into our camp!
You've never seen people scatter so fast in your life! That bear was chasing Uncle Rudy all around the campsite, tearing up jack, trying to eat him! Uncle Rudy finally ran up a tree and when the big boar tried to climb the tree, my Da and a bunch of others spear 'im and shot 'im full of arrows until he run off!
That poor ol' bear is prolly still out there somewhere picking arrows out of his arse! Wooowhee!"
Feona slaps her knees and laughs loud and long.

"Lion Blades? What's that?"

Feona yelps when the booming voice shakes the room and drops her tools. Picking them up quickly, she glances at the lion's head and wonders if the thing is real...or is it some kind of weird puppet...like the one she once saw in a show.

"Hmmm? Oh, sure!" Feona exclaims, eager to be done with the cyphering and back to doing something she is familiar with. She checks both doors and their handles/latches for traps before attempting to open them.

Trap check: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Trap check: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
Pick lock: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14
Pick lock: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

"I have this," Feona says, pulling a yellowed piece of parchment out of her shirt. "Muesello gave it to me when we had lunch earlier. It has some sort of code on it that is supposed to be a Talidan cypher. Maybe this book will help!"
She spreads the paper out on a table, revealing the code > K-Y-V-W-K-C-E-C-O-O-M-I-M-E-C-F-G-C-Q-F-C > and attempts to translate it.

Taldan Cipher: According to this text, one common cipher involves changing each consonant into the letter that comes three places after it in the alphabet and changing each vowel into the letter that comes two places before. For example, D would become G, U would become S, and Z would become C. (Since the vowels rotate backward and the consonants rotate forward, it’s a particularly puzzling cipher to break).

Either I need more coffee or I'm just an idiot, because I can't decipher this for the life of me!!

research check: 1d20 ⇒ 13

Feona looks up and down the isles, standing on tip toes to see the books above her (which are many!), hoping something will present itself that looks interesting.

Once she is sure Piper is okay, Feona leaves off to peruse the library on her own. Corncob pipe between her teeth, she is looking for information for their mission, plus any type of lettering or runes resembling the encryption she has in her pocket.

Feona grabs onto Piper to keep her from falling and hisses at her companions. "Help me! Something's happened to Piper!"

Feona blinks and looks at the lion's head very closely. "Piper...I think we have another live kitty in the room..." she whispers, walking over to the druid.
Piper:

If Feona finds nothing on the doors, she will open first one and then the other (or at least attempt to), just to check and see what is behind them.

Kinda confused as to where we are; is there another map besides the collections one?

Feona allows her eyes to adjust to the large hall beyond the double doors and then gingerly steps inside, moving toward the two eastern doors, checking first one and then the other.
perception/trapfinding door 1: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
perception/trapfinding door 2: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Placing her card on the chair, Feona can barely wait for her image to appear before she dashes ahead and down the secret corridor. At the landing, she stands back a takes a long, hard look at the double door. While doing so, she toys with her corncob pipe, gnawing on the end of it, pointing it at the door, as she lets her trained eyes seek out any irregularities.
Perception/Trapfinding: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Feona walks into the library looking all around in wonder. "Great day! There are a lot of books in here! Wonder if any are written in Hafling?"
She helps the search, looking around the statues, checking for anything...unusual.

2nd Perception check: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

"Rare collections are not open for general perusing," Tobias says. "That is what makes them rare and they need protecting. You have an invitation?" he asks.

"We certainly do!" Feona chirps, smiling and looking around at her companions. "Who has the invitation scroll?"

He regards the smoke-ringed halfling and her question. "It seems as though we don't know much about this hidden second library, but we can assume it's, ah, going to look like a library. I suppose we could plan to break into teams and split up to search. Is that what you had in mind?" Arvyx glances about the halfling's person as he speaks.

"Well, I just wanted to hear what others thought. I don't want to split up until we are at least inside the secret library...just in case we get into something...er...dangerous."

Later at lunch...
Feona studies the old note and the codes on it with interest. After a few minutes, she takes a bite of her sandwich and asks her companions, "What do you make of this? I've never seen its like. Perhaps we'll find something in the library."
She begins to roll the parchment up and proceeds to tuck it inside her shirt. "Hope you don't mind if I hold onto this..."

At the dance...
Feona took a bath before coming and put on her cleanest shirt and dancing skirt with soft slippers and several jangly bracelets. A blue ribbon pulled her hair out of her face and she dabbed just a bit of rosewater behind her ears. Following Arvyx and Piper, she smiled at the beauty of the show, swayed to the music, and wished she had a glass of wine and a dancing partner...

"So, do we have a plan or are we just going to wing it and hope for the best?" Feona asks, pulling a corncob pipe from a shirt pocket and a pouch of...something from her behind her belt. She stuffs some tabac into her pipe, lights it with a tindertwig, and smokes contentedly. "Well? What say you, my friends?" she manages, her teeth clamped onto her pipe.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Feona smiles at the thought of music and dancing as she takes her card, slipping it into the back pocket of her leggings.

Feona giggled and looked at Tugo's hand and then back to his face. "Since there is no music playing, I take it you are offering to help me up?" she smirks from her reclining position by the lion. "What do you think, kitty? Should I give in?"
She smiles back at Tugo and sits up, offering her hand. "I am Feona."

"Right now, my goal is to serve the Lodge and carry out this mission...while having a bit of fun along the way. Life ain't worth living without a bit of fun. Ain't that right, Keia?"

Feona cuts her eyes at the Gnome. "I think that might give the authorities a clue someone has been poking around." She smiles and then turns to Muesello. "Do you have any...means for copying text? Other than quill and ink and a few pieces of parchment, of course."

Another Halfling enters the room, looking much different from the first to enter. Smiling at those present, she looks as if she has been on the trail for many days. Her clothes and pack are well-worn and her hair is disheveled, tied back with a bright ribbon. Her skin is weathered from the sun, but she smells freshly bathed...and she is carrying her shoes. The hilt of a short sword protrudes from the top of her pack and a punching dagger is strapped to her right thigh, while an ordinary dagger rests on her left hip. Her pack looks like it weighs more than she does, but she seems to manage it alright.
She brushes a stray strand of light brown hair from her face and walks over by the lion. "Nice kitty," she says, smiling at its bronze-skinned companion.
"My name is Feona. From looking around the room, I can tell this is going to be a lot of fun."
She unshoulders her pack, sits down beside the lion, crosses her feet, and leans back on her hands.
"I'm from Varisia > what about the rest of you?"

I see there is an intro post in the Gameplay thread > are we free to post or should we wait for everyone to show up here first?