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Everything looks good. Thanks again for running this GM!

And yeah, I was a bit worried for us all for a second there. Fimbir is very sorry he was a scaredycat there for a while. Definitely thinking about getting one or two of those anti-fear talismans.

Fimbir scrambles forwards over the last of the debris, only to see he's too late to help with most of Dynath and Tad's problems. Spotting one ant left, the gnome does what he can to try and help.

ranged touch (albeit through soft cover): 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 8 + 1 = 23 for fire damage: 3d6 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (3, 6, 4) + 6 + 1 = 20

Can I see (and fire at) the green ant form where I am at the corner? Or do I need to move at least one more forward?

Hearing crunches, cries, and calamity ahead, Fimbir struggles to double-time it forward/down to help.

Climb: 1d20 ⇒ 15
Climb: 1d20 ⇒ 10

I'm coming! The gnome yells as he painfully advances forwards. Just a minute!

Double Move

Fort: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Fimbir finds holding his nose tricky while climbing down, but manages to hold most of his lunch as he descends. Extremely trick as it turns out, as the gnome fails to make any headway at all!

1st climb attempt: 1d20 ⇒ 3
2nd: 1d20 ⇒ 5

That sounds good to me. Fimbir replies to the elf. I'm not sure chasing them down those dark cramped spaces is the best idea: we're not so good in the dark so far.

Will save: 1d20 ⇒ 2 Fimbir twitches as the Lady's last 'present' wracks the gnome with pain. Even as she soon twitches from multiple more stab wounds. Why do bad guys always pick being jerks over maybe surviving? he asks to no one in particular as the party moves on.

With the three doors open, Fimbir scratches his head at the one in the bedroom. Definitely didn't see that before. He turns to the others. We should follow, right? what if all the mites and guys stop being scared like I did and come back?

Fimbir smiles wide as the lady drops...then slumps exhausted against her throne.

You guys, he says, tired and still shaking a bit. I think Torvic had some solid points.

Hey, Fimbir's finally rolling well on his attack rolls!

That's a whole 10 feet away...

As the 'lady' lowers herself, Fimbir sees that he's managing to hit her. And that that's drawing her attention. It'll be easy to sleep once you're down in the ground! he yells, trying to pull off some ammount of bravado. The gnome gathers forth more energy and launches it again at the mage, this time with the fire looking thicker, and clingier.

Move action gather power, then shooting an extended Burning blast. If it hits, she needs a DC 16 Reflex save or catches on fire. 1d6 fire per round, and should hopefully distract her spells a bit.

Ranged touch: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26 for fire damage: 3d6 + 6 ⇒ (6, 6, 5) + 6 = 23

Fimbir crouches nervously behind the lady's bedpost. That lady...Torvic was right. She's...she's terrifying.

But as the gnome hears Mutahir's cries he shakes his head. No. They're out there. So I've gotta be too!

The gnome rises, moving to the door. He looks out into the ballroom in horror. Everyone's fled. Blood everywhere. His friends hurt, badly. And the lady cackling above it all.

Hey! he yells, pulling in energy that causes him to outright glow as he tries to sound more confident than he is. Get away from them!!!

Cant access map right now, but would move In front of the throne, then fire an Extended, Empowered fire blast, taking 1 burn.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19 for Fired damage: 3d6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 2, 2) + 6 = 12 X 1.5 for 18 fire damage

Yes, Fimbir is crouching behind a bed, trying to muster up the courage to help but the constant sounds of *Splat*s and *Thunks* are keeping his fear up :(

Still in a panick, Fimbir attempt to hop up on the dais and through the door behind it, hoping to hide in the next room.

An Acrobatic check needed to get up on the right-most platform?

Will: 1d20 ⇒ 9
Will the 2nd: 1d20 ⇒ 13

Fimbir's skin pales as his body is wracked with negative energy. He winces, but tries to stay calm and collected...

...until he sees the band leave/ Even they're not playing on!?!?! For whatever reason, this unnerves the gnome more than he can explain, looking at the woman perilously close to him, he turns and tries to flee as quickly as he can.

Double move/Withdrawing. Will provoke from Red derro I believe

Will: 1d20 ⇒ 18

Fimbir attempts to waltz around, keeping moving forward as if little was amiss. If a mite seems particuarly drunk, the gnome even attmepts to partner with it for a moment. All the while, he tries to nears the strange, now vanished, lady...

Double moving. Avoiding going through any of the revelers' squares, but if Fimbir immediately begins provoking AoOs let me know.
Also would be traveling a bit through the center, trying not to step o and smush any of the humans sprawled out there.

Fimbir saunters confidently into the revel. He nods friendlily to the other fellow mites, and looks about for the open bar. As he moves, he does his best mite jig.

Disguise: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Bluff: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Nailed it!
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Upon being told this (and sneaking a peek himself), Fimbir will excitedly sneak to grab and put on the derro's mask.

Fimbir's head swivels back and forth quickly as the party discusses how best to approach the upper revel. As a scheme seems ot be forming, the gnome's eyes widen and a grin breaks out across his face.

Yeah! I can totally go and be miteish! Fimbir fiddles with his coat sleeves and his outfit begins to morph into a close match to those of the mite archers in the other room. The gnome conitnuesto talk while he undoes his stilts to lower himself further.

We sneak in then and move around? I bet they'll never know what hit them!

Fimbir will absolutely love to try blending in for a better position as a 'mite'. It's certainly a more sound idea than his trick on the last mission. (Intentionally drinking poison. It made sense at the time)
+2 Disguise if it matters

As the archer advances, Fimbir notices Tad's odd expression. He tries to subtly saunter over to the grippli - harder than it looks when stilted - and whispers Hey, why so glum? Is something wrong?

Fimbir looks at the bleeding Mutahir and approaches him with a frown.

Those look pretty rough. Do you want me to give it a try?

Willing to UMD Mutahir's wand if he wants.

We got him boxed in! Just mind the algae. Fimbir continues to yell encouragement to those behind him as he closes in and fires a blast at the derro.

Ranged touch (it has cover): 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 8 + 1 = 24 for fire: 3d6 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (2, 6, 4) + 6 + 1 = 19

The troll fallen, Fimbir confidently steps forwards and fires a blast at the remaining derro (blue). Did Red run off somewhere?

Come on! Follow my voice! We've got them on the ropes!

ranged touch (blue'll have cover though): 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 8 + 1 = 11 for fire damage: 3d6 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (5, 5, 2) + 6 + 1 = 19

I think I'm getting the hang of this! Fimbir says, shortly before his next shot proves him wrong.

If the troll has already dropped, instead Fimbir will move up two squares and, looking around, fire at the wounded red derro to the north
Ranged touch: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 8 + 1 = 11 for fire damage: 3d6 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (1, 5, 1) + 6 + 1 = 14

Uh oh. Well if the troll attacks me next, each time he hits with a natural attack he'll take 2 fire damage. Fimbir's skin is hot!

I'm going as quick as I can! Fimbir says as he readies another blast. Still, at Muthir's news the gnome gathers energy into himself before releasing it, hoping to speed up getting rid of the troll in their way.

Move action gather power, using it to Empower the blast. It's also Burning again (so if hit, the troll'll need the DC 15 Reflex or catch on fire

Ranged touch: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 8 + 1 = 27 for fire damage: 3d6 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (5, 4, 2) + 6 + 1 = 18 x 1.5 = 27 fire damage

Huh, that's weird. Fimbir says as he notices his comrades seem unable to make out the glow of an on-fire troll just in front of them. Nevertheless, the gnome shrugs and continues the assault.

Assuming the cloest troll is still up, Fimbir's still targetting him. If he fell before me, Fimbir would instead have moved forwards two squares and shot at the Red derro (with -3 to hit and -1 to damage)

Ranged touch: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 8 + 1 + 2 = 28 for fire damage: 3d6 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (5, 5, 4) + 6 + 1 = 21

Dynath, duck! Fimbir yells as he fires a...fiery ray above the dwarf at the large attacker.

Using Burning Infusion. If it hits, the 'something' needs to make a DC 15 Reflex save or catch on fire, taking another 1d6 fire damage each round until its extinguished
Ranged touch (through soft cover): 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 8 + 1 = 27 for fire damage: 3d6 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (5, 2, 3) + 6 + 1 = 17

I certainly do!

Fimbir actually can as well, if its explained to him what's going on. But that's for after the combat at this point I suppose.

Know Local: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Hey! Those are... the gnome points, then struggles as thier nature escapes him

And I literally fought one his last adventure too. Should have paid more attention :)

The Lions can't hurt you if you never expect them to win :P.

In seriousness, d'oh on me. Phone posting

Fimbir moves up to Torvic and looks the dwarf in the eye. The gnome places a hand on his shoulder. If you think you're up for it Torvic, hat'd be a very brave thing.

He begins to fish around in his pack. Stay hidden. We'll be out as quick as we can, and make sure those Detroit aren't able to hurt anyone ever again. Ah! Fimbir pulls out an 'arm' of a construct. Its a bit small for you, but it's nice and thick. See anything that try's to take you, bop em!

He offers the club to the dwarf and looks at the others. If the sun sets without us, you may want to try and make it back to town. Use this if anyone gets hurt.

Fimbir'll also offer them his cure light wounds potion to use if needed.

Of course. Fimbir agrees. The gnome tries to put a good smile on his face for their new companions.

We'll get you over there, then go recover Lyrehawk too, all right?

Fimbir continues to stand guard, wincing over and over at the terrible squishing moaning and other unsettling sounds coming from around the corner.

Are, are they okay? he asks nervously once the yanking sounds like it has stopped, or at least paused.

Satisfied that the pit was the only trap set here (well, and the ambush), Fimbir positions himself right by one of the nearest other exits to the room. As the elf readies the prisoners for Tad's ministrations, Fimbir keeps his eyes peeled to the door, ready to summon another jet of flame if anything tries to push through from the other side.

Whoops! Sorry, busy weekend and I thought I'd already posted this round.

Fimbir breathes deeply as the last mite - for now - seems to lie still. The gnome looks around carefully. Are there any more?

Seeing several of his colleagues bleeding, he lets out a moan. Oh, you're hurt. Here. Gimhir fishes his own wand out and offers it to Dynath. Get yourselves healed. I'm fine so far, I'll patrol.

With that, the gnome begins pacing around the raised level, carefully prodding the ground before him with his 'formal' stilts as he looks out for any more unexpected audience/traps.

Oh no you don't! Fimbir says as one of the mites attempts to flee. Another flame dances out towards the wounded mite.

Ranged touch: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10 for fire: 3d6 + 5 ⇒ (1, 3, 5) + 5 = 14

Fimbir carefully moves up to the edge of the nearest drop, and readies another blast to strike the next mite he sees.

Ah, got it. My bad: was reading that wrong I guess.

Fire's Fury would be +2 LINK

However, I can't find where the other 2 are. Unless I find something on my physical sheets I forgot to transcribe to the profile, I think I may have added my full Con mod instead of the half it should be. think I was accidentally adding my full Con. Kineticist math: fun!

So that would be 3 less damage if I hit (since it was empowered). I'm updating my profile to reflect the accurate math. Thanks for spot-checking! Haven't played this guy in a while.

Enjoyed playing leapfrog with you for a bit GM!

Combat posted while I was typing pre-combat post. Then while I was editing my post to include combat actions you went and moved yours, so then I split mine into two :P

Fimbir barely has time to enter the rooms before he hears cries of alarm from outside of it. Whirling, he heads back to the doorway only to see more mites assaulting the other Pathfinders.

Torvic the gnome yells placing a hand on the dwarf's shoulder. I know there's a lot of badness in there, but you'll be safer if you head inside. Just for a minute!

Can Fimbir occupy Torvic's current square (right outside the doorway)? If so, he'd've gone 5 feet further to be just outside.

As he tries to usher their ally inside, Fimbir's skin glows red and his hair stands up. Scorch marks again appear on his small frame as he launches a fiery blast past Torvic and Dynath and at the teal mite atop the forge.

Taking 1 burn to empower an Extended Fire Blast on teal. I'm sure he'll get some nice cover bonuses :)

ranged touch: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15 for fire damage: 3d6 + 8 ⇒ (4, 2, 4) + 8 = 18 x1.5 = 27 fire damage

Fimbir stands in the doorway for a moment, utterly aghast. He first rushes in to try and help the nearest woman, but stops as Tad speak about the complexity of their conditions.

I'm not so great at first aid. But whatever you need me to do...

He turns back to Torvic. Torvic, were these your friends? We're getting them out of here, don't worry.

After a moment struggling to take off his stilts to get closer to the patients, Fimbir tries to help as best he can.

Will aid (auto-aid) Daedîn to loosen the shackles. After that, Fimbir can attempt to assist on the heal checks, but its 50/50 he'll be of use. The gnome will gladly take out his soap and waterskin to try and clean the wounds though, as well as offer his potion of cure light and his wands as requested.

Hey... Fimbir says as he looks down and gets a better look at the hole he and the dwarf almost fell into. That doens't look normal does it.

The gnome turns to ask if anyone else thinks this is suspicious, but sees Daedîn already making his way down the path. Fimibr tries to catch up. Oh: you're going 'sneak-mode'. Something up?

Reflex: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

Phew!

Whoa! Fimbir says as the ground below him shifts. He manages to just scamper clear before the entire section collapses.

The gnome glances down. Well...maybe we can fi that up later.

Fimbir walks forwards, eyes wide in wonder as he looks around the room. Yeah, but what if it could be heated up again? the gnome says to Mutahir. He strides towards the central kiln. Think what fantastic stuff it might still be able to make!

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

This place definitely isn't airtight. Fimbir says looking around the moss as he approaches the first double-door. Which is good I guess, because then it'd be harder to breath.

[ooc]Assuming the party doesn't spot any traps on the door, the gnome will attempt to open it.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Disable Device: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Oh Fimbir gulps. Well guess its a good thing we're great guessers then.

He moves to continue forward with Mutahir and Daedîn, while keeping an eye on Tad: he wants to see if the grippli's eyes widen even further after touching the moss.

Oh! Fimbir says, noticing the big honking door on the wall. Wait, we should probably look at this first then.

The gnome moves towards the door and tries to open it.

Fimbir pulls up his cloak to his nose. Not the best smell about.

He heads to the wider room and looks about, whispering in a somewhat muffled voice. Well, left never leads to regret. It rhymes better in gnome.

Eyes wide, he begins moving towards the footpath to the left.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Huzzah! Fimibir cries as the passage is revealed. Youre great-great ancestor must've been really liked by his king Torvic. Congratulations!

He also goes back and pulls out to pearl, offering it back to the addled dwarf. And see: we told you we were just borrowing it.