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Galia will continue her run to catch up to the fleeing gillman, double moving as necessary.`

OK, I think I got shorted here, but no big whoop. Since I'm out of moves, she'll just rage

I don't see Galia next to a warrior on the roll20 map. If she is, then here's her action

Swing: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Damage: 1d12 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Eyeing the woman at the bar, Galia will move to position herself between the bar and the table.

Galia watches the negotiation with half-interest from across the bar.

Galia will repeat her swing, this time attacking powerfully.

Power attack on the mother: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Damage to mother: 1d12 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
Cleave on croc: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Damage to croc: 1d12 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

2 of 6 rounds of rage

Looks like I have enough room for a charge, combined with a rage leaves me at AC 11
Ignoring the possible danger from the glowing club, Galia will begin raging and charge the creature, swinging angrily.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Death via greatsword: 1d12 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

Galia glances nervously at Azeban and nods, "agreed."

Galia will carefully survey the area around the group, looking for other creatures or anything else...unnatural. Does there appear to be a way around the log?

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Galia shrugs as Azeban tosses the coin and follows him down.

Galia mutters a curse under her breath and attempts the climb upward.

Climb!: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

Do we have the time to take 20 I wonder?

Galia is definitely not cold resistant. Nor is she hunger resistant.

2/3 rounds of backpedaling

Galia continues to gulp air and move away, far away, from her source of fright.

Just as well that Galia is frightened, although where will she go, I wonder?

Galia, her emotions no longer in check, begins to back away from the horrible creature.

Galia will stand and grapple the beast!

Grapple: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

"I will take middle watch as that is when I will be hungriest." says Galia, eyeing the goodberries.

Galia will stop and retrieve a snack from her backpack, warily watching the two flanking centaurs.

All of this political talk has made me hungry. I'm ready to make for the Puddles when you are.

Cheers, Mark.

Not that it's critical, but it'd be nice closure to have that last scene played out. But don't let it hold us up from part the third!

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Thanks.

Galia will sigh, nodding at Hekra and Azeban. She'll proceed to sling her axe.

Apparently with the site outage I lost out on some action. Which is just as well, apparently

Galia will watch her companions, keeping her axe at the ready, as before.

"Oh, dragons don't scare me, little one. Neither does fire. Know what scares me? Missing meals. That thought makes me scared and angry."

Despite her apparent bravado, Galia starts to unconsciously sway from side to side in anticipation of someone opening the door, cradling her axe in both hands.

Galia will unsling and ready her axe, looking to Toshizo with "I hope you know what a fire speaker is and what you're getting us into.". She will ready herself by the door.

After coiling up her rope, Galia takes one long nasty look at the well, glances at Keolin, and stands by the door, waiting to head on to the next room.

Galia will use what movement action she has and attempt to move to the door and tie the rope to it.

"Iomedae's knickers!" curses Galia, as she begins to unpack her rope and looks around for a place to anchor it to.

I wonder how deep the well is? Does it have a cover? Is it part of a larger aquifer that might cover several countries? I know one of the aquifers that feeds the town my wife's parents live in begins 3 states away. And some of those aquifers have water over 2 million years old.

Galia, her sense of traps recently burgeoning, will mutter "oh well" and rush over to Toshizo.

If spider is still showing signs of life

Galia wades in, heedless of any webs or even, seemingly, of her own companions. "Come get some!" she shouts, axe raised high.

Attack!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Die, spider, die!: 1d12 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Trying not to get too far ahead of the group, Galia peers ahead and into the webs:

Perceive!: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Galia nods in agreement at Kristof.

"I'm ready for spiders," Galia mumbles, staring down the hall.

Facing the beetle nearest her, Galia raises her axe high and brings it down swiftly towards the beetle. She will then take a step forward.

Attacking the beetle in C2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Damage: 1d12 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
5 foot step to D2

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

"Well, whatever the hell that means, don't you utter it again!"

Galia stands up with a grimace.

To Kristof:

"What's that mean? Some sort of warning? Strange cult? Somebody's name?"

Galia will cautiously walk into area 8 and poke around a bit.

Cautiously.

If there's nothing there, she'll proceed to the door at area 7.

On March 26th, I got an attachment sent to my non-Paizo email straight from Kip with Galia's info. Are you talking about your chronicle sheet specifically for Toshizo? I would expect that to be a PDF addressed specifically to you.

They say cooked spider is indistinguishable from cooked chicken.

And I'm hungry.

Galia will kick at the dead creature and spit at it in disgust.

She will chuckle at Keolin's comment. "May the gods honor your request."

To no one in particular, "Well, what now?"

Reaching down within her inner reserves, Galia braces herself:

Fort Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Her sudden blindness causes her to go into a rage.

Swinging in her rage:
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Damage: 1d12 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
Miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 67

Pics, or it didn't happen.

Galia will step forward and swing madly in an attempt to sever the creature's head from its body.

Attack (greataxe):1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Damage: 1d12 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Fort save:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

I'm going to be heading out to Malbork Castle in Poland this weekend so I'll be off the air for a few days.

Now THAT sounds fun.

To be totally in character, I'd have to make the assumption that Galia would not have encountered oozes in her homeland. And as she wouldn't be able to make the dungeoneering check untrained, she wouldn't realize the peril of attacking with metal weapons.

Galia will attempt to charge the blob (if possible), raising her axe in a mighty arc and bringing it down on the shapeless flesh.

To hit: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 2 = 9
Damage: 1d12 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Having had the greataxe already at the ready, Galia will sigh loudly and swing mightily.

To hit: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Damage: 1d12 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Climb: 1d20 + 1 - 3 ⇒ (1) + 1 - 3 = -1

"Heal her or feed her quick, or she's food for vultures soon enough!" yells Galia as she shakes her axe and tries to scramble upward.

"Hunger? Hunger?! You do not know hunger like I have!," screams Galia as she rush up towards the woman.

No time for a full round charge, so I believe Galia would sense the inherent threat and move in for a heaping helping of pain.

Climb: 1d20 + 1 - 3 ⇒ (4) + 1 - 3 = 2
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20