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Given how dangerous the last dwarf was, Grimmylow doesn't hold back. He begins preparing for the combat by calling on Sarenrae's BLESSings for his allies and himself.

Then he SHIELDs himself with her protection.

Everyone within 15' (which is everyone) gets a +1 to attack rolls.

Grimmylow joins them at the bar, hoisting himself up on a stool.

"I'll have a Chrissy's anthem tea, too. Extra hot please," he says.

He pats Meadow on the back. "Look on the bright side - if he did forget or just decided not to do it, it gives you a chance to forgive him, like Sarenrae would."

Grimmylow adds his applause to the rest, throwing in a couple whistles as well.

He goes over to the victor to vigorously shake her hand in congratulations.

A second goblin, wearing a charred wooden symbol of Sarenrae steps up to take his turn.

"Superb Owl Sunday
When the best compete.
Will it be the Chief
whose victory will be complete?
Or will it be the 49...er...yes...that's right
who will provide defeat?
No one knows.
And no one cares.
It's just the break in the middle that gets the stares.
And I've been told
The real winner will be a Swift
Who won't even play the game.
Is that too bold?"

Given where it lands, Grimmylow is relieved that the pigeon only releases its message. Though he can read, he doesn't like it, unable to completely ignore generations of superstition and vaguely afraid that if he reads a word, he'll never remember it again. That's why he closes his eyes if he ever has to sign anything. It would be terrible to forget his own name.

"Oh no! Narala! We have to save her!" Grimmylow has heard all he needs to hear and turns to exit the shop. He stops and looks over his shoulder.

"Which one is Granary Road?"

"Every day is sun day!" Grimmylow declares, confidently pointing at the sun in the sky.

"Every Sarenrae church is special!" he continues. He follows Kzem to the makeshift chapel but lingers only long enough to make sure he's going to stay before resuming his proselytizing around the camp.

Grimmylow finishes the last touches for The Chapel of the Most Hot Goddess of the Most Bounteous Gifts then takes a step back and dusts his hands with a nod of satisfaction.

The chapel is one of the 10 by 10 sheds, a compromise with his roommates since he was originally going to convert the dining room, then, the bigger room of the large outbuilding, then the second biggest outbuilding.

Still, it is not the size of the church that matters, it is the size of the love for Sarenrae in the church.

He has built a small altar and painted the symbol of the Dawnflower on one wall as well as built pews (three!). The construction was neither quick nor easy as he had to often start over because he couldn't get the planks to properly balance on the rocks and logs and other stuff he found to rest the them on.

But now, now he can begin.

"Church! Church! Come to Church!" he shouts, running around the camp and through the buildings as though his outsides were burning just as fiercely as his insides.

Oh!

Sweet!

As a follow up to my previous post, let me say I'm really enjoying this group and if we're going to set this up as a base camp for ongoing adventuring with other adventures/modules, I'll be very pleased to continue.

I'm good with the above proposal.

Although, I also don't expect there to be too much trouble if we just agreeably divide everything up. I don't think there's been any fighting over anything, so far.

Also...I kind of thought we were closing in on the end?

Is there enough adventure left for us to really worry about it?

"Sarenrae's really behind us this time, guys!" Grimmylow says, as they manage to deal rather handily with the epic horde of rats, so far.

He tries to leave the closest one (White) dazed and confused for so long. Then wraps himself in the warm, decadent embrace of Sarenrae's protections.

◆◆Daze - Basic DC17 Will Save vs. 3 Nonlethal Mental Damage. On a crit fail, also Stunned 1.

◆Shield

"This was a mistake! We should have let them have the building! We have no choice but to bow to our rodent masters, now!" Grimmylow shrieks as the rats run all over everywhere.

But then they don't manage to actually bite anyone.

"I mean, um...fancy moves won't save you, rats!" he says sheepishly before lighting up the two nearest him then invoking Sarenrae's protections.

◆◆Burning Hands (White and Yellow) DC17 Basic Reflex: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 3) = 7

◆Cast Shield

Grimmylow shrugs and heads toward the entrance, his fingers already moving to the proper position to send out another sheet of fire to continue his extermination services.

There is a wild light in Grimmylow's eyes as he carefully adds accelerant to the erstwhile centipede nest, being careful not to disturb them. It grows even brighter, or perhaps is just magnified by the flames that shoot from his fingers as he ignites the whole thing with holy fire from Sarenrae.

"Now, the key with centipedes is that you don't want to overcook them. You want a lot of heat up front but then you let them cook in the shells as they sit for a while," he comments, as he watches the flames crackle.

He dusts his hands and watches the fire and the sun for a few minutes to refocus on Sarenrae and her gifts.

"Looks like someone left their pet rats," he says when they check out the storage rooms. "I'm not great with animals. Does anyone else know of a way to get them out? Or to petify them?"

"Is Buzz made out of wood? Is he making babies? Should we give him privacy?" Grimmylow asks, getting the wrong idea as usual.

"I can try to smoke them out," he says about the centipedes, making gestures with his hands similar to those needed for his favorite fire spell.

"This place is just getting better and better, isn't it?" Grimmylow says with a grin to his friends. "Our own place WITH a roommate! It's almost a shame Finley had to go."

He makes a circle or two around the interior of the house, opening doors and muttering to himself. "Checked this one...checked this one..."

"Ok, I think that's this building checked," he says. "Let's head outside."

Once back in the sunlight, he makes a quick prayer before wandering toward the overturned boat.

It's always strange to me when words get translated from one language to another that they don't just get translated phonetically if they don't share an alphabet.

Why isn't that doctor's last name spelled "Sea" or "See" or even "Se?"

"Oh, yes, yes, coat wattles are well known for being beautiful and you're quite an impressive coaxial specimen," Grimmylow say.

"Oh! You live here like Finley lived here. Well, is there some service we can provide that will help you move on? Got a sword or something we can carry? Because we live here, now, too."

"Yes, yes, so, So is asking what you are, who you are, why you're here," Grimmylow chimes in. "Isn't that so, So?"

"Oh, do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?" he asks, talking even more loudly and far more slowly than usual to the winged serpent.

Grimmylow tries to comfort the ghost by patting him on the shoulder but his hand just goes right through. He looks at his hand and then just looks at Finley awkwardly.

"We will take your sword on grand adventures, if that will help you stop moping. No need to be sad forever," he says.

"One of us will probably go back to Absalom at some point and I know the Passfinders have a big headquarters there. If you tell us your grandmother's name we could take the sword to them and they can give it to one of their agents for adventuring," he continues.

Grimmylow pauses for a moment, his eyes closing reverently.

"Don't worry, Thorn, Sarenrae has granted me forgiveness or forgetting to introduce you, so everything is fine!" he says when he opens his eyes again.

"'Room or roam'. I like that. Room or roam, room or roam, room or roam."

"Hello, friend! We're your new neighbors...or...housemates, I guess. You must be Finley. I'm Grimmylow, this is Buzz, that's Kzem, so that makes him So," the little goblin introduces himself and his friends.

"We're going to bring you a casserole but wanted to introduce ourselves, first."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

"Maybe we should check out the rest of the house first? We can come back and introduce ourselves later. Maybe after we've had time to make a casserole. I know a great recipe that uses sand and spiders, conveniently enough," Grimmylow says.

He moves toward the next door, leaving the haunted one alone for the moment.

"Maybe they were all just in that one room. Maybe we interrupted them during their house meeting," Grimmylow suggests.

Grimmylow leaves the weird hand for now, but will take it if no one else does.

When they find the healing supplies, he starts grabbing, though, taking one of the antivenoms and weaker healing potions.

But his eyes widen as he sees the healer's kit.

"Oh! This is the good one! It's a Absalom Crafts Mark II healing kit! With the leather trim!"

He looks around warily after his first outburst. "I mean...um...it's alright. I'll carry it if no one else wants to."

Meanwhile, he not-so-casually stows it in his pack.

"Maybe they're squatters and this is their house now. A whole community of spiders. I feel sorry for the flies around here," Grimmylow comments.

"Oh, that reminds me of a joke! What happens when you tell the demon queen of spiders a really good joke?"

He pauses expectantly with a grin. "She LOLths."

But the grin fades and he cocks his head to the side. "I don't really get it, though. The guy who told it to me said 'it gets lost in translation.'"

Grimmylow nods. "You're tougher than me, Kzem. I'm happy to stand behind you." He steps to the side to let the orc lead the way.

"Let's see what's behind this door next," Grimmylow says, going to the one across the hall from the one with the charred cobwebs and spiders.

Grimmylow is up with the sun giving it all the glory and praise.

When he's done bowing and singing and praying he dusts the sand off his hands and stands up.

"So, So would agree that we still have to look in the burned building. There were lots of closed doors we didn't open. We have to be thorough in investigating our new home. Who knows how many spiders might be in there. Isn't that so, So?"

He smiles at Kzem and gives him his most beatific smile. "Say eleventy seven 'hail Sarenraes' and all is balanced."

When Grimmylow realizes that the new church to Sarenrae...err...shared home for himself and his friends isn't going to burn down, he heads for the exit.

"I think we need to rest, friends. Everyone's hurt pretty bad. But good effort so far!" he says, when they all get out in the hallway.

Grimmylow keeps Sarenrae's blessings flowing and expanding.

Then, he tries to get out of the webs that have held him fast.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 6 + 1 = 24

Wiggling free, he moves next to the flames to try to put them out.

◆Extend Bless

◆Escape

◆Stride

Tomorrow I am leaving for a Dizzying World of dwarves, witches, princesses, fairies, pirates and flying elephants, so this will probably be my last post until at least next Wednesday.

Grimmylow will do his best to help put out the fire. He's out of healing juice, at the moment so he will suggest that we adjourn back to our hideout and regroup after this encounter.

Who would have thought an ettercap and some spiders would be worse than a dragon?

Grimmylow quickly finds himself twisted up further than he can free himself so, instead, he tries to put out the fire next to him.

"Please forgive me for dousing your cleansing flame, Sarenrae. I just don't want this nice house or my friends to burn up."

Grimmylow is at something of an impasse. It doesn't seem right to kill the spider now that the spider isn't trying to kill them.

It also doesn't seem right to put out the fire as fire is sacred to Sarenrae. Then, again, he's been told...repeatedly...that only in moderation and not just uncontrolled burning of everything.

So, it seems the lesser of the not right things to do is to put out the fire before it burns down their brand new home that they haven't even gotten to sleep in.

First, he has to get out of these webs, though.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Turns out, the least of the not right things to do is get out of the webs.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Maybe he'll try a different thing and get a different result.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

"Hey! Shoving is rude! Apologize and indulge in Sarenrae's forgiveness!" Grimmylow says.

He follows doctrine up with magic.

◆◆ Daze against Red. 3 points of Mental damage. DC17 Basic Will Save. Crit Fail causes Stunned 1.

◆Extend Bless. Now 10' diameter.

It's a little late in the game but Grimmylow calls down the Blessings of Sarenrae and draws his Smoking Sword.

The then waits placidly for the fires of Sarenrae to free him.

◆◆Cast Bless (5'radius) ◆Draw Sword.

That was my last Heal spell. I can still battle medicine Buzz and So and myself.

It may be time for a tactical withdrawal.

"No laying down on the job, Buzz!" Grimmylow says, sending the restorative powers of Sarenrae to the little fellow.

◆◆Heal (Buzz): 1d10 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

"Don't you think about sleeping, either, Kzem!" he continues, rapidly applying more webs, but as bandages instead of bindings.

◆Battle Medicine (Kzem): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
Healing: 2d8 ⇒ (1, 3) = 4

"Hold on, Thorn, let me help with that...hm...no sand in here, I'll just have to use bandages," Grimmylow says.

◆Medicine- Treat Wounds, Battle Medicine: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
HP Back to Thorn: 2d8 ⇒ (2, 8) = 10

He then calls upon the blessings of Sarenrae for himself and his companions.

◆◆Casting Bless. It's 5' radius around me at the moment so Kzem and Thorn get a +1 to attacks.

Buzz posted right above you.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Grimmylow isn't feeling so good, so he summons the succor of Sarenrae for himself.

◆◆Heal

Healing (Healing Hands): 1d10 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

Then, he wraps his faith around him like a

◆Shield.

"How come Buzz gets to burn things but I don't?" Grimmylow pouts.

But then burns things.

Burning Hands DC17 Basic Refl: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (2, 6) + 1 = 9

I think that gets all the bad guys.

As usual, I have overcommitted to the latest gameday, so any games I'm in with slower paces are appreciated.

It doesn't help that I thought Gameday started today and not Friday and I had an in person con, so I haven't checked the forums since Thursday.

"No, no, a controlled burn...CONTROLLED burn," Grimmylow replies emphatically.

"Just the spiderwebs. Not everything."

With all the webs in the room, Grimmylow is certain that there is going to be a spider at least as big as he is somewhere in the room.

He seems a bit disappointed when it's just ordinary sized spiders.

"You know, burning webs is a good way to clear them out," he idly comments.

"We can set it on fire..." Grimmylow offers as they try to figure out how to get past the barricaded door.

"Oh! Nice kitchen. I like how organized everything is!" Grimmylow says. Anyone searching for sarcasm or irony in the statement will be sorely disappointed.

"Thorn's right. Let's go South."

"Sure, thing, pal!" Grimmylow says.

"Hey! Seaweed!" he uses some of it and it's healing abilities as bandages for Kzem.

Medicine: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

"Wait...this is the wrong kind of seaweed."

Grimmy really needs Assurance in Medicine.

"How're you feeling Kzem? Need some more tending or feeling fine?" Grimmylow asks, ready to make some more healing mud, if requested.

"Well, Sarenrae's going to be up for a while," he says, looking at the sun once Kzem has made his decision.

"With a whole day ahead of us, why don't we check out the big building?"

"Guys, I think we won," Grimmylow says as the crocodile heads back toward the water.

He hustles over to Kzem and starts bandaging the man up.

Medicine: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Healing: 2d8 ⇒ (4, 4) = 8

Grimmylow reloads his sling with his remaining magic bullet then slings said bullet at the remaining crocodile.

Sling: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 1 = 21
Blunt: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 2) = 5

He then drops the sling and calls on the protections of Sarenrae.

◆Cast Shield