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"Cripes, you mortals gotta get a hobby. Doncha know eternity's a long time ta do nuthin'?"

Grizzlebin grumbles a bit about bringing Anilda along--but then, letting her run around to find trouble on her own seems risky too . . .

Meanwhile, Grizzlebin wades through the mass of vermin, trusting his divine flesh to endure their bites.

Fort save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Thanks for all the botting, GM! I love a good skill challenge and was sorry to miss it.

"What, I gotta do everything 'round here?" Grizzlebin stalks over to the doorway and slashes at the demon.

Move action + claw.

Claw: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
damage: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

With magical protection from the Abyssal monstrosities, Grizzlebin goes to work on the nearest dretch!

I'll full attack the one just to Grizzlebin's south. His natural attacks may have just enough oomph to overcome their DR.

Claw # 1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
damage: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Claw # 2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
damage: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Bite (yuck!): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Roll to confirm crit threat of Claw # 1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
extra crit damage?: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

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"Nah, I'm good--just a few scratches!" Grizzlebin joins the others near the front of the formation.

I'm over 50% hit points, and Jakeric has a few tricks up his sleeves in an emergency; so, good to go from my perspective!

Grizzlebin rubs the sore spot where the giant leech had attached itself. Noticing Jakeric still peering down from the trapdoor above, he calls out: "C'mon kid, ya gonna sit up there all day? Dontcha wanna know what's behind the secret door these devil worshippers got hidden?"

Cool, we'll go with the Grapple check then. It may not work, but it's suitably dramatic!

Grizzlebin thrashes in the water, shouting "Get off me!"

What kind of check is it to pull the leech off? I'm guessing a CMB/grapple check? Or maybe a Strength check? I'll roll both just in case.

Grapple to pull leech (+ combat advice): 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 2 = 14
Strength check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

I'll stick with just the one attack. With orthodox underwater combat, it looks like he has firm footing and is using a slashing weapon, so a -2 on that attack roll and half damage if it hits.

"Criminy! Sumpin's under here!" Grizzlebin takes a deep breath and ducks his head under the surface of the water, swiping generally in the direction he felt something attack him.

I'm not sure what modifiers will apply here, so please adjust as necessary. I'll roll a miss % chance in case the thing has concealment/total concealment.

Claw vs Lurker: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
damage: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Miss Chance?: 1d100 ⇒ 82

Knowledge (nature) on Thing!: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0

Grizzlebin *is* actually Trained in Knowledge (nature); just not very good at it.

Finding the barrels slippery and unbalanced--and his fur already soaked--Grizzlebin decides to give up on the idea of staying dry. Instead, he embraces the dank and swims through the water under his own power.

Those Acrobatics checks aren't going to be worth the trouble, methinks (unless tentacles start grabbing!), so I'll just Take 10 on the Swim checks. Same plan--clockwise from the western wall.

Paddling slowly on his barrel, Grizzlebin begins a slow circuit of the room.

He'll head to the western wall and work his way clockwise, Taking 10 on the checks.

Strength Check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

Grizzlebin tries to paddle around the cellar, keeping his eyes (and nose) alert for anything of interest.

I'm going to see if I can make these checks by Taking 10: Strength would be a 13, Acrobatics would be an 11.

"Geez, take your time up there, why doncha!" shoutss Grizzlebin. Sighing loudly, he paddles the barrel toward the center of the room and then toward the western wall. There must've been a reason I came down here, he thinks, I just wish I could remember what it was!

That Jakeric's a good kid, but why I ever left Nirvana, I'll never know! Grizzlebin thinks to himself as he paddles over to another barrel while keeping his senses attuned for submerged threats.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

Is there anything else I can see in this cellar with my darkvision? (or am I on a map?)

Grizzlebin paddles slowly towards one of the barrels, calling up towards the others "It ain't too deep! Just hop down!"

Acrobatics Check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"Here goes sumpin' gross!" mutters Grizzlebin, lowering himself into the opaque water as he looks around the cellar for an exit or anything else of interest.

I had to look up the word 'turbid' :) Assuming the water is calm, he'll Take 10 on Swim (for a 14), paddling over to the wooden barrels for some additional flotation help.

"Yeah, Okay. But I ain't gonna need no rope." Grizzlebin starts down through the trap door . . .

If it's a long, straight drop, he may actually use the rope :) But if it's more like a shaft with walls that can be scaled, he'll use his climb speed.

Grizzlebin looks around the corner and sees the little mite surrounded by Guardian XI and Cannoli. He shrugs, and looks over at Jakeric. "I don't think we're gonna be needed for this one."

Pass my turn. If the mite drops Guardian XI, Grizzlebin will eat Jakeric's hat!

Grizzlebin gingerly tries walking on his now-healed foot, just like a human trying on a new pair of shoes. He nods at Cannoli. "Good stuff, thanks."

Grizzlebin points out the trap, limps around it, and goes to check out the neat-looking taxidermied beast on the far wall.

@GM: Away for the weekend--please bot me from here, thanks.

"Yeah, nah. Just walk on through like I did. It'll only hurt for a few hours or so."

While the others dither near the entrance, Grizzlebin checks out the room, limping the whole time.

"Yowza!" Grizzlebin growls at the spikes as he starts to limp around.

Grizzlebin shrugs. "Yeah, alright. How bad could it be?" He steps into the room.

I prefer animating undead or summoning monsters to intentionally set off traps, but this works too :)

Sorry for going AWOL--some emergency volunteer commitments sprang up. Thanks for botting, GM. Grizzlebin is always happy to personally set off traps :)

"That's one weird lock, and why'd someone throw the key up on the gazebo, anyway? Sumpin's big gonna be behind this door," says Grizzlebin optimistically, as he opens it up and goes through.

"What, like askin' it nicely?"

"Ah, c'mon! It's just a little fake snake--not a demon lord or sumpin'!" Grizzlebin paces impatiently until the others are ready, and then he rushes into the room, hoping to pounce on the iron cobra before it can strike.

@GM: LOL! I actually happen to be around tonight (I fly back in the morning), but your botting is spot-on!

"Yeah, okay. Hope they're done jibber-jabberin'! I wanna rough up some demons . . ."

Grizzlebin walks with Guardian and returns to the others.

Grizzlebin shrugs in response to Guardian's query. "Just some fancy-pants clothes and a coupla demon-fightin' weapons." He holds up the cold iron morningstar and dagger.

Grizzlebin stalks around, sniffing occasionally, looking for any secret recesses or dangers . . .

@GM: Trespassin's easy!

Grizzlebin shakes his head dismissively, muttering something about mortals must think they're going to live forever if they're standing around so long, and heads to the nearest unexplored area of the mansion.

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"Uhhh . . ."

The usually blunt Grizzlebin is clearly at a loss for words!

Grizzlebin lopes over towards the cradle, intrigued to see what mortal youth sleep in.

@GM: I'm getting this encounter started, that's what I'm doing. You're welcome! :)

"Whaddaya all standin' around for?" mutters Grizzlebin, loping easily into the room.

"On it," says Grizzlebin. The wolf-bear lopes outside and starts to quickly scale the side of the gazebo.

I knew that Climb speed would come in handy!

Grizzlebin enters the bedroom to have a sniff around, while Jakeric stays safely outside.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

"C'mon, ya book-readin' nerds--let's go see if there ain't anymore demon-tainted creeps around!"

Grizzlebin lopes into the room--carefully side-stepping the still-twitching dead centipede that Cannoli pulped--and says: "Hey Guardian, that bug given you trouble?"

Double move.

Grizzlebin goes to the top of the stairs and tries to peer down, taking in a deep whiff at the same time.

Seeing if I can see anything or smell anything with Scent.

"Calm down kid, ya ain't dyin' or nuthin!" growls Grizzlebin. He tromps into the bushes to swat the thing off Jakeric's face.

Grizzlebin is moving into the bushes and attack once with a claw.

Fort save vs bushes!: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13 (extra +4 vs poison or petrification)

Claw Attack w/ magic fang: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 5 + 1 = 21
damage w/ magic fang: 1d4 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 1 = 8

Grizzlebin steps in to have a look around, his eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness within.

He's got Darkvision, should it be relevant.

Returning from his search for the key, Grizzlebin sees the door unlocked but no one going in. "Geez, you mortals can be so timid!" He walks up to the door and opens it.

"Dang, kid! Ya just put the demons of the Worldwound to shame."

"Yeah, mebbe. Or maybe some lazy idjit hid the key under a rock."

Grizzlebin snoops around the outside of the building.

Perception check: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

He'll keep his nostrils open--he's now got Scent--to see if he picks up the smell of anything concerning.

"Ah, they ain't nothin' but dumb beasts--but demon taint ain't nothin' to mess around with!" growls the eidolon Grizzlebin, clawing and biting at his multi-legged foe.

Full attack.

Claw # 1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
damage: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Claw # 2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
damage: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Bite (w/ magic fang): 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 1 = 12
damage: 1d6 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 1 = 8