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Grak uses the key to unlock the chest and opens it up. After checking the contents of the chest, he goes back to see what type of creature Drakus really was.

Grak follows back to the room with the locked chest. "Anyone find a key?" Grak takes a torch and begins looking around the hobgoblin and the altar to see if he can find a small key anywhere.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

Yes, that is included unfortunately...

Grak attempts to pull the creatures attention towards himself as he slams it with his hammer. However, he only manages to slam it down on the rock at his feet and make a loud bang.
Warhammer: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

How bad does the hobgoblin look after our initial attacks?

Grak raises his warhammer high but flinches at the hobgoblins ugliness and his attack goes wide.
Warhammer: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

After the others move in stealthfully, he takes of charging through the small tunnel while the others let loose their surprise attacks. He makes it up to the hobgoblin, as it is suffering from several attacks, and yells "Surprise, scumbag!"

Double move to get up to the hobgoblin. No attack since he can't charge in a straight line. Hopefully he'll draw it's attention though or at least keep it at bay.

"That thing seems to be desecrating an altar of Pharasma. So it's not up to any good, that's for sure. Let's see if we can sneak up on it while it's distracted." He glances down at his clanky metal armor, "Or would we prefer to just charge in?"

Everything should be updated for Grak and Arwen on Roll20 (and profiles on here as well, I believe).

Grak nods to Arwen, readies his shield, and steps into the new tunnel. "Alright, let's see what these little boogers are scared of."

Grak takes off at a full run, quickly closing the distance to the goblin. He plants his right foot in front of the foul creature and allows his warhammer to carry his full momentum into the goblin's torso.
Warhammer: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Grak steps forward and swings at the goblin attacking Emmy. "Bad idea, green-skin."
Warhammer: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Grak attempts to stand back up and move in close with the goblin to the north east.

Is it a Reflex save to stand up here?
Reflex save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Are we back around to the goblins or waiting for Arwen? I believe she went after the goblins, but I can have her post if needed.

Grak runs down the hallway and nimbly squeezes past the others, just to fall on his tail in the slimy spot.
Reflex save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

"By Torg's beard!" he proclaims as he goes down.

It looks like Tiger Lillie and Coa-Coa are up before Grak gets to start smashing some skulls!

Grak steps into the next room with the others as the little goblin skitters out. Seeing everyone's interest in the far door, he heads that way. "Let's see what we have here..." he says as he readies his weapon and opens the door.

Grak has mercy on the little goblin and says, "Run on, little one. Do justice and help the poor. Don't worry about Drakus; we'll take care of him." Then leaves him in peace and follows after the others. He hopes that this show of mercy will not be lost on the goblin.

Grak steps up an begins checking each chamber to the west as they move forward. He says in a loud voice as he moves through, "We deal with Drakus. You leave in peace." He hopes the little buggers will understand and skitter off rather than sticking a knife in his gut while he searches.
Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Seeing that the rest of the battle seems to be spent, Grak follows up behind Coa-Coa. "Lead on little fearless one."

Seeing no further enemies coming up from the back, Grak begins moving through the crowded tunnel towards the sound of battle. "Don't take all the fun, Thoron!" he calls to where he knows his friend is. "Only had one back here!"

Grak raises his shield to try to keep the large blob from hitting him and attempts to hit it again with his warhammer.
First action, raise shield. Then 2 strike actions.

Warhammer: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Warhammer(2): 1d20 ⇒ 1
Damage(2): 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Grak turns and faces the slime, interposing his shield between him and the abomination. "Attack from the rear as well!" he shouts to his comrades as he bashes it.
Posting attack roll later. Have to figure out what it will be first.

Grak nods his head towards Bruno, "As always, my friend!" He then rushes forward with his shield up and hammer raised high in pursuit of the sounds of combat.

"Eyes sharp everyone," Grak offers. "They've got the advantage of knowing this area. Let's try to identify and take out their leader and find where they are keeping their stolen goods." With hammer in hand, Grak goes up to examine the pile of bones.

Grak grabs his hammer off of his belt and turns to face the sniffle. "Who's there? Come out now!" Glancing at Keleri he whispers, "Is this one of yours?

"How can we help m'lady?" Grak says stepping forward. "When was the last time you saw the relic?" He nods towards Bruno, "Gather a couple of people and take a look around outside." He points towards Tiger Lillie and Arwen, "One of them nature people may be helpful in checking for tracks or other indications outside."

After the customs of Torag, Grak stands up, raises his glass, and looks from face to face while offering thanks. He asks Torag to bless the food, to continue to forge the Esoteric Order of the Palatine Eye, and to sharpen the skills and abilities of its members. He closes the blessing with a cheerful "Here, here!" and takes a drink from his cup before sitting back down in his seat, still with the back of the chair facing the table.

Striding in confidently, Grak has a black cloak wrapped around his large frame which covers his metal armor. A bright, silver symbol of Torag stands out against the black cloth on his chest while a shield with a matching symbol is strapped to his back. "Good day to you," he says as he quickly takes in the three ladies in the room. Despite the semi-formal nature of the event, he turns his chair around backwards, draping his arms on the back of the chair as he straddles the wooden seat. A large hammer hangs to his side as he surveys the light course before him and tries to hold his manners allowing the women to begin eating before he reaches for some type of meat.

And thus it began...