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w00t! Thanks for running, Trex!

Hingle is probably a little too excited about the whole invisibility thing, and considers all manner of things while he is under the potion's effect. Ultimately, however, he decides that tactical advantage is the best use (though he adds several things to a list he wants to try NEXT time).

Cast grease under the pirate twins as shown on the map (DC 15 Refl), then move into the cavern.

Did we take Mumbuckle's stuff?

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If we didn't we should go back in time and do so. LOL

It's okay, Hingle is small and easy to miss. ;-)

Two separate wand charges on the Grippli!
1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Hingle continues to try to make holes in Red.
1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Golly! Wands are useful! Hingle thinks to himself. I wonder what happens when one is used up. Does it smoke? Explode? Ooh! That might be neat...
Fourth verse, same as the first! :-): 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Yes, if Hingle can five foot, he will. (Can't see the map at the moment.)

Hingle sends a third missile charge at Blue (or Red, if Blue has fallen)!
dmg: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Hingle sends another missile charge at Blue!

dmg: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Oh! Oh, my! Hingle squeaks as he spies the deckhands. Brak, we're gonna have company!

He pulls a wand out of his haversack and lets a magic missile fly at Blue!

1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Hingle has a chance along the anchor chain; otherwise he might as well just stay here on the dock.

DC 10 Climb check, cos why not?: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19

Can't we ID those potions first?

Good call. Hingle's take 10 on Spellcraft is 17.

Hingle will take 10 on Diplo for 19 to locate a hireling sailor.

Ooh! Hingle says excitedly. A boat! I don't know that I've ever used one of these before. Should we ask someone if they're willing to hire out? I can do that! I like talking to people...

Hingle five foots over and draws his wand of magic missile from his handy haversack, loosing a charge at the foe.
1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Spitting is a dirty habit, my good lady. Please be sure to tell your boss Croat.

Hingle casts a spell!

Color Spray, DC 15 Will save

Hingle shudders as he looks about, asking Chip, Did you ever have the feeling you're being watched?

Diplo (gather info): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

Hingle is most excited. Ooh! Greetings, Iatha! It is a genuine pleasure to meet you! As Werner stated, we are Pathfinders, investigating Alejia — she's a Vudran pirate, you know! — and her crimes against Riddleport. If there's anything you can tell us to help, we would be most appreciative!

Diplo check, if desired: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

Hingle sees Yellow threatening Chip and Zipp, and moves up to let him have it with a color spray! DC 15 Will save

Can Hingle see Yellow from where he is?

Hingle five foots to his right, draws his wand of magic missile (Move) and lets off a charge at Blue, the only one his short legs will allow him to see!
1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Bluff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14 Yeah, not so much.

If GMTrex allows this to be a Diplomacy check, it's a 20. If not...

Yes! We are HERE as REPLACEMENTS for the WAREHOUSE CREW, Hingle says, pulling out a scroll of comprehend languages. I have a WRIT here that SAYS EXACTLY THAT.

Oh! Oh, of course, how selfish of me! Hingle exclaims, as he helpfully offers to use the wand on anyone else in the party as well. :-)

Hingle does just fine at the sweet-talking, but isn't especially good at Bluff. What can I say, he's honest to a fault. :-)

Hingle considers Brak's remarks and casts mage armor. Better safe than sorry, at least with regard to that. Of course there are times I'd rather not be safe — too dull, in my experience — but this is probably not one of those times.

Brak: by left door, you mean the one closest to the dock itself?

Hingle can't help the local knowledge thing, but can certainly help canvass the area.
Diplomacy (gather information): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
...less effectively than I'd hoped. Shoulda taken 10 instead. LOL

Ah, yes! Yes, Brak, it is most excellent to see you again! Hingle appears genuinely pleased to see the dwarf. It HAS been ages, hasn't it? My goodness, six months. So much can happen in six months. Like, for example, twenty six weeks! One hundred and eighty two days! And a ridiculously high number of hours which is best off not counted!

The dwarf's hearty handshake easily carries the slight gnome off balance as he nods to the newcomer. Welcome, welcome! How long have you been a Pathfinder? Have you seen much danger? Do tell, do tell!

A gnome clad in fashionable attire who is clearly excited to be joining such stalwart adventurers, sits excitedly in the middle of the room, trying each sweetmeat and fruit in turn, though putting most of them back with a single bite missing. Periodically, the party sees a silver-black weasel poking its head out of the gnome's silvery stack of hair before rustling away into hiding again.

Yakko, Wakko and DOT.

Character Name: Hingle McCringleberry
PFS #: 3601-22
Faction: Liberty's Edge
Initiative: +6
Perception: +2
Day Job: Ooh! OOH! I have one of those! :-D Profession (brewer): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Ditto.

Thanks for running, EF, and go knock out this summer! :-)

Magic missile away!: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Hingle is delighted that his grease spell worked, clapping his hands and giggling.

When he realizes that there are reinforcements coming, he thinks that perhaps this course of action was unwise.

He five-foots away from the door and draws his wand of magic missile, discharging a bolt at the prone foe.
1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Hingle shakes his head. Oh! Oh, trying to get away, huh? Try going through some slippery stuff first, my good sir!

Cast grease in the four squares indicated (DC 15 Refl).

Hingle claims the scroll and studies the map, then follows along behind.

Hingle frowns as the grease spell doesn't work this time. He seems a bit perplexed, but recovers quickly enough to launch a magic missile at the rapier-wielding foe!
1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Hingle five-foots forward and eyes the man's rapier.
DC 15 Refl save or drop it.
He then draws his wand of magic missile.

Hingle stops in mid-motion at Brak's remark. How on Golarion would you know what a goblin's sock tastes like...? For that matter, do goblins even wear socks...?

Despite such imponderables, he looses another magic missile charge at the scorpion.

magic missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Yes, I'm still alive. Surrounded by much chaos after the move Brak mentioned...but still here. :-)

Hingle's eyes widen as the giant scorpion moves in on the party. Oh! Oh, my...that's bigger than I could have imagined...

He five=foots to his right, fishes his wand out of his haversack, and uses a charge!
magic missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Hingle steps behind Zax and Umaga — Yes, much prefer them between me and whatever — and casts grease in the area surrounding the Large-sized creature. DC 15 Refl

Hingle five-foots behind Umaga and Zax, perfectly content to keep them between him and the beefier types. He will then cast grease on the half-orc's scimitar (DC 15 Refl), then pull a wand out of his handy haversack.

Hingle will ask on his own (or help out Zax if the GM prefers).
Diplomacization: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Hingle's eyes open wide. That's quite a favor indeed! So...where do we start?

Hingle is leveled up to 3 and ready to go!

Ooh! More intrigue! You know, I cannot forecast to you the nature of Kaer Maga. It is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma; but perhaps by delving deeper, we can find a key!

w00t! Many thanks, EF!

Hingle will level to 3, but it doesn't matter all that much because Sorcerer. :-)

Hingle casts grease on the man's rapier, hoping he will drop it. (DC 15 Refl)

He then steps aside to give Brak a clear lane into the fray.

Hingle moves up and delivers a color spray. (DC 15 Will)

Making those concentration checks doesn't seem to be a problem, Hingle laments. Time to try a different tack, I think...but I'll need to be closer to do that...what is it Brak always says? Besides hahaha, of course. Oh! Yes! Darn these short legs!

Hingle double moves toward the caster.

Hingle readies again.

Hingle's eyes narrow as the figure casts a spell. Time for a plan on *that*, he thinks as he draws his wand and takes a five foot step forward.