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”Alright. Then what?”

Jackdaw pulls her back off the ground and places her back against the nearby wall. ”Let’s say you do defeat this Barzy guy. What happens next? Do you think the crown will just ignore this? That once you beat up the bad guy then everything will be sunshine and rainbows? That you’ve successfully intimidated the rest of the country into leaving you alone? No. The crown will come back here and make an example of this city. You four will be hanged for treason, and that’s if you’re lucky!

“I’ve had a lot of time to think—apparently 60 years—and throughout all of it a single question has haunted me as much as the spirits of my friends: ’What comes next?’ You are fighting with no plan of the future, just like we were. Principles can only get you so far. My friends and I were young and stupid back then—we fought for the sake of keeping out what was wrong, but we never thought about cultivating what was right. Fighting against evil does not make you ‘right,’ it makes you ‘not-wrong.’

“Have any of you, even once, thought about what you’re gonna do when the fight is over? Or have you been so blinded by your own hatred that it never crossed your mind? Because I know for a fact that we didn’t. I didn’t have the time to until I was hallucinating in that concrete hell over there! I’m still not fully convinced you four aren’t hallucinations. We had every opportunity to win against these Thrune monsters, and you think YOU have a chance when you’ve made the exact same mistakes my friends and I made?! At least WE were fighting against Thrune in the early days; I can’t even imagine the power they hold now after 60 years in power.”

Edrakk taps his foot as he thinks for a moment. "I... d-don't really have a good answer for you."

He laughs a bit. "I mean, I'm a chef. And s-sure, I've picked up a few other things too--poisons, explosives, medicine, I like to think I'm a decent thief--but I'm not a politician. All I really want after this is a restaurant with a well-stocked kitchen and maybe an underground alchemy lab, not having to worry if the portrait of a devil-worshipping tyrant in the front room is prominent enough, and to only get dirty looks from people who's dishes I over-spiced (which isn't my fault, I can't taste capsaicin) instead of from people who buy into Thrune's propaganda because I happen to be distantly related to a harmless animal that Barzillai decided was a pest. I want to be able invite my parents to visit without dealing with the restrictions at the ports so I can cook for them again. I won't even care if they nitpick and criticize everything I make them, it'd be a comfort at this point, especially since I can barely get a letter out as it stands. And if we pull this off, I'm gonna sell a dish called the Silver Raven Sundae of mint vodka ice cream covered in silver sprinkles the shapes of birds, because what possible reason would you have for banning mint??"

He takes a few deep breaths, evidently having let out a lot of frustration that he'd been holding in for far too long.

"I don't... a-actually think I'm gonna get that, though. A-at least not anytime soon. Even if we do manage to get them out, i-it's gonna be bloody, and leave a lot of the city needing to be cleaned u-up. I-I'm not trying to ignore that."

"But l-like Chance said, we stopped Barzillai's masquerade from t-turning to a complete massacre. We--well, I think this might've been before I joined--stopped the tooth f-fairies, we stopped a-a serial killer, we broke the blockade at Bleakbridge, and we've freed other political prisoners before you. Even if we can't win, e-even if the whole threat is insurmountable, we c-can still help, I think. Even if it's just in small ways, it... I think i-it's worth it to help where we can. This city is being crushed under the Thrunes, but even if we can't stop them... we m-might be able to provide people some relief."

I've been binging a certain show lately and it took everything in me to not just quote the speech word for word, lol

Edrakk Chrysanthemum wrote:

next you're gonna say you've all stopped needing to eat."

Did I forget to mention the four rings of sustenance the First Warden was wearing? (Obviously a joke)

"She's an undead!! Why does she even need them??!?! She doesn't eat!!!!"

Do we have any teleportation or are we sneaking back out?

After the Warden falls, Edrakk starts looking around at his allies, trying to diagnose their injuries, before realizing that most have little more than bruises.

He sighs as he gets out his healer's kit and starts working. "No one to poison... invisibility to sneak... barely any injuries... next you're gonna say you've all stopped needing to eat."

He crouches down by Jackdaw, investigating her condition.

Examining injuries and starting healing group healing. I've got Ward Medic and Master in medicine, so I can treat everyone who's injured at once, if y'all think we can spare the ten minutes. Otherwise I've got elixirs of life.

Hallow Orevine wrote:

Hallow should still be standing, they shield blocked the last one so they were at full.

I'm a little confused how you'd still be standing. The haunt's first action did 12 hp. You shield blocked with what looks like a standard steel shield. That would have a Hardness of 5, which means you (and the shield) would each have taken 6 hp. The second round did 14 hp damage, which would have been 20 total.

Certainly could be missing something -- that's easy to do in PBP, especially since I don't know everyone's characters well.

Right, I forgot that they'd still take the damage with the shield.

Hey everyone, I apologize. I've been having a really difficult time. Trying to get back into the swing of things but started feeling anxious about how long I'd been gone. It felt ridiculous, which of course made it harder. Xavier reaching out helped kick me into actually posting, though, so I'd like to come back if you'd all be okay with it.

Yeah, I know the feeling well. Glad you're doing better!

Kosh orders two whiskeys at the bar, and walks up to him.

”Elsitt?”, he asks quietly. ”’Eard about your mates. Sorry ‘bout dat. Lost some m’self”

He sets one of the drinks in front of him.

Upon seeing Kosh greet their contact, Hallow relaxes as if breathing a sigh of relief, although suddenly his allies realize that they haven't actually noticed him breathing at all. He walks up to the bar and climbs up one of the stools, opens up the top of his head, and carefully removes an ornate dwarven-styled warhammer, setting it down on the ground next to him. "A dwarven whiskey for myself as well." Upon receiving it, he reopens the top of his head and carefully starts pouring it in.

The elf shakes his head at the newcomer. “Oh, sure, it’s all fun and games until the big guy’s nanites get too excited and the next thing you know, we have a gray goo situation to deal with.” He jerks a thumb at Oshari.

The blob of nanites turns to the elf, its pixelated face on its surface angrily sticking its tongue out at him.

While he does his best to hide it, Oshari clearly seems shaken. He stares at the video screen for a long time, occasionally glancing at the syringe and the puddle on the floor, before clearing his throat and pulling out his pad.

"Well, it's, um, not surprising it ended the way it did. Hold on a second..." He taps through his pad before finding the page he wants. "Here we go. Pact Worlds Operational Safety Manual, Section 3, Subsection 12, Paragraph 9: Extraplanar Agents. 'Outside of standard planar travel, any attempts to bring energies or material from a category 4 or higher plane must be first performed in a sterilized room with proper protections in the event of a class 4 explosion (see section 2 subsection 8 paragraph 3), and approved as nonvolatile by a safety inspector before being handled by any biological or sapient technological entity.' Evidently they didn't follow any of this. They didn't seem to be even wearing any PPE."

Sorry for my absence, I started a new job this week so I've mostly been dealing with that.

Unable to get a good look, Dr. Bellows recites an incantation, hoping to give the allies that can see a boost.

Casting bless.

Dr. Bellows writes down the description in a notebook. "...sun orchid stamps on metal.Thanks!" He very graciously accepts the tea. "Treasure awaits!"

"...FINALLY got the tense right!"

"Well, I like paperwork..."

Ariadne raises an eyebrow.

"What? I like going through the mazes of regulations."

Ariadne mock-sighs, and jerks a head towards Saja.

"Hm? Oh, right. Um... who, exactly, are you talking to?"

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Player Name: FriendlyNeighborhoodMadScientis
Character Name: Dr. Avery Bellows
PFS #:227485-3
Faction: Dark Archive
Played or GMed this? Nope!

Things to know:

Doctor Avery Bellows was, for quite some time, one of the foremost experts in monster taxonomy, with a particular focus on demonology. However, in the past few years, he's been acting quite peculiarly: going dark for weeks at a time, showing up unannounced with knowledge of things yet to happen, or appearing again with no knowledge of things that happened just days ago. Even his career in the Pathfinder Society started strangely: about a week before he signed up to be an agent, he appeared in the grand lodge claiming to have been an agent for years, and remembered nothing about it when he was signing up later.

He can breathe underwater and has a swim speed, so that part shouldn't be an issue. He primarily fights at range, and has a decent number of skills. However, he is, as a huge nerd, incredibly frail.

"This is the address, right? I'm not getting that wrong? It certainly looks worn down enough."

"Alright, well... are you ready to explore an abandoned building that... probably violates every building code in existance?"

"Wh--no, this won't just be work. There'll be... monsters? Probably? They wouldn't have hired us if that wasn't part of the worry."
"...although if the company is planning on using this building, they'd probably appreciate a preliminary inspection..."

"Fine, fine, I'll try not to get too distracted."

As Saja lights the lantern, the double doors creak open again, and in steps a large, greying Nuar in what looks to be a business uniform--dress shirt, tie, briefcase, and glasses--stretched over a heavy suit of armor. He seems very apprehensive as he enters, seeming both nervous and as if he doesn't particularly want to be here.

He clears his throat. "You're the, uh, Starfinder agents, correct?" He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wallet, opening it and holding up a government ID. "Oshari Soteria, Government Health & Safety Inspector. And, uh, Starfinder agent now. Apparently."

"Oh, and, uh, this is Ariadne. Don't be shy, they're nice people. I think." he says, gesturing at his shoulder and switching to a much softer voice.

I'm a bit confused about the timeline of when these conversations are taking place, so if Barzillai's corpse is not available here for inspection or cathartic whacking, ignore those pieces.

Also, Edrakk is yelling a lot in this post, and while I don't intend it to be directed at any of the pcs at all, do let me know if it's too intense.

Once the fighting dissipates, Edrakk immediately gets to work on triage, making sure Rexus and as many guests as he can are stable. He used up most of his immediate healing resources in the fight, but he's still a very good medic, so lack of supplies aren't as big of an issue as they otherwise might be.

Then, he makes his way to the corpse of Barzillai Thrune. "Feel's like he's gonna pop up and ambush us any second now." he mutters. After a moment of nothing happening (I assume) he kicks the corpse a little, inspecting his wounds, before calling out to the group. "A-are we sure this is him?" he asks. "I mean, he might just be a devil in disguise or something. He got all these other ones, doesn't seem too implausible."

Later, when the shock seems to have worn off a bit, she still sits unusually still, idly stroking Thatch's fur as he lays in her lap.

"I don't understand it," she whispers. "Why do all of this? Why not just kill us months ago?"

"That part makes sense to me, at least. If he just killed us, we'd be martyrs, and w-we'd end up inspiring another rebellion. Just like the last Silver Ravens did, I suppose." He sighs, taking his glasses off and wiping them on one of the few non-bloody patches of his suit remaining, and puts them back on. "This way, he could take care of us and make it seem like we were killed attacking innocents. He could probably take out a few other political enemies while he was at it, too. What I don't understand is why he tried to fight us directly."

He looks back at the corpse, staring into Thrune's lifeless eyes. "What was your plan?" After a moment, seemingly waiting for an answer, he kicks the corpse again, much harder this time. "What was your plan?!? I get the sacrifices for political gain, that's the kind of bulls@$# power calculations your empire f~!%ing runs on. You watch the carnage and pin it on us, I get it. It's awful and inhuman, but not the slightest bit out of character for you. But then you jump into the fray yourself?!? And not even to die by our hand, making you a martyr, but to get trampled by the mob!! What kind of plan was that?!?" He starts pacing, still half-shouting at the corpse. "Were you hoping to get the killing blow? Make yourself into the big hero of the day? But if that was the case, why not wait until all of your other soldiers whittled us down and step in like some great warrior? Did you want to be a martyr? Did the f++@ing devils you sold your soul to promise you riches if you made your name top of the casualty list? Is this even you?!? Or are you just watching from some crystal ball underground, laughing at us for being fooled for even a second by the facade you're putting up??"

Suddenly he stumbles, the blood loss he sustained catching up to him, and sits down, taking off his glasses to pinch the ridge of his beak. "Or..." he says, defeatedly, "were you just an idiot figurehead the Thrunes put up to make them look strong... making me the bigger idiot for believing it?"

Edrakk follows Thatch up to the balcony, making sure the cat doesn't get into any trouble and perhaps trying to do a bit of socializing to get an idea of who's in attendance here.

Okay, I asked this before but it kinda got buried after some time.

Edrakk, Barzillai gifted you with a greater backfire mantle. Who has that item? Are you wearing it? Did you give it to Vitalis? Did you just toss it in the river because you don't trust a single thing from Barzillai?

I’m not entirely sure if this is what I said originally, but I probably would have given it to Vitalis, since he’s the only one consistently in melee and who’d be in danger of getting hit by my bombs.

Edrakk spends the next few weeks practicing his alchemy. First, he makes sure his supplies are more organized so he doesn't need to go fishing around in his bag for his vials, and then he starts working on a chemical to add to his bombs that could cause a cloud of smoke.

14 days: retraining Alchemical Savant for Quick Bomber and Enduring Alchemy for Smoke Bomb

"”What constitutes a ‘sin’ is very much a societal and cultural notion. For example, I’m sure many here would agree with the notion that cannibalism is a terrible and monstrous thing to do. But the gnolls of Garund have a very different idea—for they feast upon their own as a sign of reverence to the person’s life—almost like a funerary rite. They would hardly think twice of the moral implications of cannibalism, because to them there is no moral quandary. And yet, the ‘civilized folk’ label them as monsters who feast upon their own for the hell of it. We label one culture’s actions based on the cultural norms of another."

"I mean... I-I can kind of see where they're coming from?" Edrakk places his silverware on his empty plate, trying to avoid any shocked expressions and directing his gaze towards the Queen of Delights. "I certainly don't think they're monsters for it. Actively killing another person to eat them is one thing, but if they're already dead, and you had no hand in it... I-I feel like the ethical questions are more nuanced. I don't think you should do it if you knew they would disapprove, but if it's what they wanted... I t-think it's ok?" He thinks for a moment. "Well, apart from the risk of prion disease. Also, it matters what the cause of death was. If it was an infection, it would be a major public health risk."

One—the scantily clad gnome—speaks next. ”Well, I would have to say chastity. Just…no!”

"...maybe some people aren't really interested." Edrakk mutters quietly to himself.

Jisara gives Two a curious look but quickly turns her attention to the question. She thinks on it for some time before answering.

"For one person to enslave another," she finally says.

After pondering the question for some time himself, he nods. "I agree with Jisara, although I would also include restricting one's freedom of expression."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

Cooking Lore: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27

Edrakk's eyes light up with recognition and excitement once the dish is placed in front of him. "Y-you know, I've heard of this, but I wasn't expecting the carving to be this realistic. I-it's really quite impressive." he says as he starts to eat.

Fortitude, +1 for poison: 1d20 + 13 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 13 + 1 = 28

Having ingested, whether purposefully or accidentally, far worse, Edrakk seems to have little trouble with the extreme spice.

"That was a culinary experience I'll never forget," he rasps.

Edrakk nods enthusiastically, the gnome's sarcasm seemingly going completely over his head.

Edrakk, finally snapping free of the mind control, looks at the remnants of his poison on Vitalis with horror and lets out a yelp. Without missing a beat, he swims over to the paladin and frantically starts to heal the injuries he caused, a barrage of apologies flowing from his mouth.

◆ Swim
◆ Battle Medicine, using the Medic Dedication to use it a second time on Vitalis, DC 30: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18

...are you kidding me.

However, in his fervor, he ends up making some of the paladin's wounds worse!

Critical Failure: 1d8 ⇒ 5

He yelps again before using his gloves' healing magic, hoping to at least undo the damage he just did.

◆ Healer's Gloves on Vitalis: 2d8 + 7 ⇒ (6, 8) + 7 = 21

At the appearance of the shark and Menotheguro, Edrakk swims back suddenly in a panic, trying to keep away from the flurry of tentacles and teeth. Quickly, though, he regains his composure, as he realizes that, unlike the hordes of undead they had faced today, both creatures before him were (as far as he could tell) alive.

Not hesitating to take advantage of that fact, he draws a vial of almost-stale fungal spores and hurls it at the shark.

I really hope I'm correct in that conclusion, because otherwise I don't have much else I can do, besides heal people.
◆ Swim
◆◆ Blight Bomb, moderate, Inspire Courage: 1d20 + 15 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 15 + 1 = 36, Poison: 2d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6, 6) + 2 + 1 = 15 + 2d4 persistent poison damage

@Edrakk: when you use Quick Alchemy, the item becomes inert at the start of your next turn, so I’m going to replace your last action with a Strike with the ghost charge so it doesn’t go to waste.

Edrakk has Enduring Alchemy, so his creations last until the end of his next turn, although replacing it with a strike here was probably a good plan.

Edrakk reaches into his bag to pull out more alchemical reagents, but ends up grasping at nothing. He quickly moves around the ghost and starts fumbling with a dagger before taking a swing, hoping less to actually hit than to give Vitalis a momentary tactical advantage.

◆ Swim
◆ Draw dagger
◆ +1 striking returning silver dagger, Inspire Courage: 1d20 + 15 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 15 + 1 = 21, 2d4 + 1 ⇒ (4, 4) + 1 = 9

"woof"

I'll take a reroll, sure, although it's not going to change what I'm doing this round. Will: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Edrakk, finally noticing the trail of blood Chance was leaving, puts his blight bomb back in his bag. "Oh dear, uh..." He quickly makes his way over to the gnome and starts trying to patch up his wounds.

◆ Put away blight bomb
◆ Stride
◆ Battle Medicine (DC 20, since I only just realized it's an option): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27, Healing: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (1, 8) + 10 = 19

Edrakk lobs the vial of reddish gas at the three-headed beast. When it breaks (either against the ground or the monster), it explodes into a cloud that starts crystalizing into large red snowflakes, flying out and sticking into whatever they hit.

The spaces around it are now covered in caltrops, which is not good for Vitalis where he is now. Since Edrakk's turn resolves first, he shouldn't take any splash, but he's still entering the square with the caltrops. He does have a reach weapon, so having him move 1 fewer square could work, if you're ok with it, unless you had a specific reason for him being adjacent to the cerberus.

Seeing Jisara limp away, however, catches his attention. "Hold on, uhh..." He grabs some medicinal herbs from his pockets and starts trying to treat her wounds.

He then pulls out a bolt and loads his crossbow.

◆ Crystal Shards, Moderate: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 9 + 1 = 25, Piercing: 2d4 ⇒ (2, 2) = 4 + 4 Splash
◆ Battle Medicine, DC 15: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15, 2d8 ⇒ (4, 5) = 9
◆ Load hand crossbow

During the next week, a new rebellion recruit, a young tengu of around college-age, helps out in the kitchen of the coffee shop (assuming Laria's ok with it). He also accompanies Chance in spreading false rumors.

Earn Income - Cooking Lore lvl 5: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28 0.9 * 5 = 4.5 gold

Spread Disinformation, Secrecy: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21

I'm not sure what other activities he could do, and since he's very new, it seems like it would make sense if he didn't have any particular rebellion duties, but if anyone else has any suggestions, let me know.

Later in the week, the young tengu nervously approaches the rebellion leaders. "Excuse me, uh--" He takes a pause. "I'm not sure if you've all seen yet, but I just saw Barzillai's newest proclamation, hold on--" He reaches into his bag and pulls out a scroll, and reads it aloud. "BY ORDER OF LORD-MAYOR BARZILLAI OF THE THRICE-DAMNED HOUSE OF THRUNE, THE CONGRESS OF HELLKNIGHTS KNOWN AS THE ORDER OF THE TORRENT IS FROM THIS DAY FORWARD STRIPPED OF ITS CHARTER! ALL OF ITS HOLDINGS AND POSSESSIONS ARE CONFISCATED, ITS PRIVILEGES AND ENTITLEMENTS REVOKED, AND ITS MEMBERS DECLARED OUTLAWS! STEADFAST CITIZENS ARE COMMANDED TO TURN OVER THOSE MEMBERS WHO HAVE SLIPPED THE NET OF JUSTICE!"

His eyes dart between the leaders, settling on Vitalis for a second. Doesn't he have some kind of connection with them? Am I remembering that right? Should I... say something?

While Rigel seemed quite happy with the devil's demise a moment ago, as her words repeat in his mind and the beginnings of a theory begin to form, he seems more hesitant. "What 'eccentric fop'?"

I'm starting to wonder if maybe the contract is in the documents that Rexus is decoding? It certainly fits the description of "that eccentric fop wouldn't get away from it", and he's still a long way from finishing all of them. I might just be misunderstanding what the documents are supposed to be, though.
Another possibility is she's trying to trick us into destroying the documents by making us think it's her contract.

Rigel, attempting a smile, cannot quite hide his mild death glare at Chance before laughing his statement off. "Well, I'm not that interesting. At least, not any more than I look. Also, he misspoke, it's just Rigel." He clears his throat. "Anyways, you do seem to be quite good at causing trouble, which would probably be helpful for our situation."

Rigel gives himself another look-over in the mirror before leaving. He’s wearing a quite colorful outfit, mostly red with a few patches of orange, and a feathered hat. I hope wearing my armor underneath doesn’t get too uncomfortable. He checks once more in his bag, seeing a dark blue mask and cloak, both covered in his own less-than-successful attempt at embroidering a starry pattern. He steps out and, trying to hide his nervousness, puts on his usual chipper expression and half jogs, half skips towards the site of the protest. He doesn’t bring any sort of signs or flags, but that’s okay, he’s not there just to yell and try and make a point, and he figures not being weighed down would help.

Once there, he does his best, despite his conspicuous outfit, to blend in with the bustling crowd of people. Being a former circus performer, Rigel is no stranger to crowds, but nevertheless is taken aback by the sheer number of people, and he struggles to make his way through. Eventually, he locates what appear to be a group of anarchists, and settles himself walking next to them. A little chaos never hurt anyone. Well, anyone who didn’t have it coming, anyway. He’s tempted a few times to respond to a couple of people who try and argue against them, but instead resigns himself to observe for now and see how the crowd of people acts. Wouldn't want to draw unnecessary attention to myself anyway.

Watch the crowd, Perception +4

Also, does Rigel see any flagpoles or lampposts or other structures that could serve as a vantage point for acrobatic stunts?

Here's the alias complete. There's a link to the alias for the vigilante identity in the description of this one, and vice versa.

Hello all, Tusk told me you were looking for another player and suggested I throw my hat into the ring (after checking with the GM). I'd be excited to play in this AP. I have a couple concepts for you to look at.

1)
Tengu (if that's ok) toxicologist alchemist with the cook background, a student at Alabaster Academy
Reason for protest: To protest the government, specifically, the pest control proclamation, since he's kind of a big raven

2)
Human cosmos oracle of Desna, acrobat background, planning on taking the Vigilante dedication next level, an aspiring acrobat who's secretly trying to use his cosmic powers for good
Reason for protest: Either protest the government, since his religion is outlawed, or meeting a contact

Billenheim chuckles. "I believe she did." He sits on another crate, sharpening one of his longswords. A pile of his weapons sits at his feet: another longsword, two daggers, one silver and jeweled and one cold iron, a composite longbow, a composite shortbow, a handaxe, a throwing axe, a warhammer, and a shield. He waves a hand and says, "I think I'm pretty much good when it comes to gear. I... probably should sell some of this stuff, really."

Don narrows his bleeding eyes at the zombie who called him out. He utters in a low, guttural tone, "I am a tortured spirit who rose from the depths of beyond solely because of my ability to strike fear into any who see me, and you are a pitiful creation of a tired spellcaster. I hold no allegiance to you." before bringing his ghostly arms on the zombie's head.

Slam #1: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15, 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Slam #2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19, 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

"Ok, Boomew!"

I was kind of hoping someone would make that joke.

A half-orc in a black pinstripe suit and slicked-back black hair walks in. He's carrying a cane in one hand and a mug that smells strongly of pumpkin in the other.

He grins, and says, "Good to meet all of you! I am William Grimm, aficionado of the macabre."

"I am Bahram al-Urgug, soon to be archaeologist extraordinaire,"

"Ah, an aspiring grave robber! A noble profession." He does not seem to say this with any sarcasm or malice, but rather a genuine appreciation of what he mistakenly believes is Bahram's career.

Shirota sees this skeleton rush in and attack Hamir, and turns to it. He thinks about everyone these creatures have attacked: the villages, the kami, Dorobu, and countless others he doesn't know about. As he thinks, he feels an anger starting to form inside of him, but he pushes it down. No. he thinks. I cannot let this anger take control of me. I mustn't allow it to drive me.
Forcing his anger down, and with a calm visage, he catapults himself at the abomination, swinging two fists in rapid succession and bringing his knee up to the skeleton's ribs for a third strike.

Step, flurry, attack.

Attack 1, flurry: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18, Attack 2, flurry: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13, 1: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 + 2: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Attack 3: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (12) - 1 = 11, 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

An excited-looking android with a lab coat walks in, smiles, and says, "Doctor. Doctor."

"Aye, lads!" one the Harsk shouts. "Ve must go to ze Fallen Fortress, ya?"

I signed up for Shadow Lodge, thanks again for the link, Antonella

So I am currently playing in a Reign of Winter campaign, and