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Force of Will: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (19) + 21 = 40

1d20 + 21 ⇒ (10) + 21 = 31

Shall we test it against my list of known languages as well?

Linguistics: 1d20 + 32 ⇒ (15) + 32 = 47
Perception: 1d20 + 31 ⇒ (6) + 31 = 37

Do Hiram's Darklands Goggles help?

Fort: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (20) + 25 = 45

HIram's hand lances out and grabs Lefty's shoulder.

"The Queen is fond of you but she still hasn't forgiven me over that debacle with the Janderhoff Envoy," Hiram says moving Lefty out of the way so he can step in himself.

Improved Called Shot and Greater Called Shot let me do so.

-19? Ouch. Con at 17, I'm down to 208/270
He could pick me off in another hit anyway so I'm going to try to limit his mobility

Move action: Stand
Quickrunner's Shirt: Move
Swift: Steer Opponent (Bull Rush): 1d20 + 36 ⇒ (12) + 36 = 48
Standard: Vital Strike (PA) Called Shot (Leg): 1d20 + 36 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 36 - 2 = 43 +Steer opponent bonus if any.
8d6 + 122 + 60 ⇒ (4, 5, 5, 6, 1, 6, 3, 6) + 122 + 60 = 218

B@&+%+*s, forgot that bit.

Better idea...

Grapple: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (18) + 29 = 47

"Stop his magic!"

1d20 + 22 ⇒ (14) + 22 = 36

Yeah, I'm good for whatever shift.

Hero Point and Mythic Surge: 1d20 + 21 + 1d12 ⇒ (16) + 21 + (8) = 45

Hiram looks to his sword and tries to waken it yet again. The blade remains silent and he frowns. No battle-hymn on the edge of his mind or rush of power at his beck and call. The sword that had served him in good stead for his very very eventful life was but a shadow of its former self. He takes a deep breath and lets it out, feeling greatly weakened by the loss of such a companion. Even without its true nature revealed to him it had been as steadfast as any one of his friends.

Welp, I'm currently down not only the weapon I based my build around but the mythic power I had invested in that blade. If we get into any combat situations I'm pretty much a stack of hit points at the moment.

PA, Vital Strike: 1d20 + 36 ⇒ (11) + 36 = 47
8d6 + 122 ⇒ (6, 1, 5, 2, 6, 3, 3, 6) + 122 = 154

Initiative: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (11) + 22 = 33

Hiram wastes no time and rushes back up the stairs with the Song in hand. Swinging hard, he attempts to damage the statue with the shining blade and hopes the power of the previous owner might stand true against whatever evil lurked within.

Vital Strike: 8d6 + 122 + 60 ⇒ (5, 4, 4, 1, 1, 1, 4, 2) + 122 + 60 = 204

I'd prefer to move out of range if I could rather than roll for all of my gear.

"Solid enough plan," Hiram adds, drawing the Song. It's magic might end up suppressed but whatever metal the artifact was forged from seemed to have no trouble damaging mundane materials.

Well, no sack from me.

Do bags of holding still function here?

"You can stay with us if you so choose," Hiram offered, making a quick glance to Baergar. She seemed powerful but currently harmless and he would rather have her where he could see her as opposed to skulking in their shadow.

"Oh no, ma'am, nothing quite so grandiose for me. I'm the old general, but I'll wager any one of us has stories enough to last a lifetime... or two," at the best of times Hiram's age was hard to guess but many placed him in his early forties or late thirties. He bowed low, the picture of courtly manners without a touch of mockery in his form.

"Hiram Morrow, a pleasure."

Whatever the situation, this creature was not being immediately hostile. Getting a better handle on the situation took priority. He sheathed the Song, trusting the weapon to leap into his hand if needed. If she had the memories of Arazni and a less than perfect mental state, the naked blade might provoke her.

"Oh, we are no one of import, m'lady, just an old general, a king of the north, and assorted capable souls," Hiram said, deciding to turn the ol'charm on. "May I ask who you might be?"

Diplomacy (Trying to improve attitude): 1d20 + 30 ⇒ (7) + 30 = 37
Sense Motive (Looking for a hunch about her): 1d20 + 28 ⇒ (16) + 28 = 44

One of the few knowledges it makes sense for him to have.

Know (History): 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (12) + 29 = 41

"We'll remember that for next time," Hiram says with a wry smile before taking point up the stairs to whatever new horrors awaited them.

"Well damn," Hiram mutters, "A lot of resources to waste on a trap, I guess up it is."

"Is it otherwise safe down there?" Hiram asked, curious. He was no mage but he had a few tricks up his sleeves.

"We're the best chance they have against murdering the cranky old skeleton. After what he'd done to a couple of deities, they ain't gonna risk their own necks to deal with him," Hiram says, it was the closest to sound bitter he had been the entire mission.

"I would not mess with it right now," Hiram notes worried about possible complication from that thing. "Unless we know what it is."

Could I use knowledge (history) to help figure out what it is if it is an artifact?

"Hmm, I can feel ribs grinding together, some assistance may be required."

Immune to crits ain't the issue for me, it's being immune to ability damage, drain, bleed, fatigue, sickened, most everything with a fort save attached. I can still fight the undead but I won't be quite as effective.

Nah, its fine.

Yeah, a lot of my build is dependent on enemies with exploitable anatomy, if this turns into a pattern, I may have to do something to address it.

Feint: 1d20 + 37 ⇒ (2) + 37 = 39
Vital Strike, Power Attack, Furious Focus, Combat Expertise, Inspire Courage, Blessings of Fervor, Holy Weapon Quality: 1d20 + 36 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 36 + 4 + 2 = 44
Vital Strike, Power Attack, Furious Focus, Combat Expertise, Inspire Courage, Blessings of Fervor, Holy Weapon Quality (Force of Will): 1d20 + 36 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 36 + 4 + 2 = 43
10d6 + 198 ⇒ (5, 5, 2, 1, 4, 1, 2, 2, 6, 1) + 198 = 227

Vital Strike, Power Attack, Furious Focus, Combat Expertise, Inspire Courage, Blessings of Fervor, Holy Weapon Quality (Amazing Initiative): 1d20 + 36 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 36 + 4 + 2 = 57
10d6 + 198 ⇒ (3, 5, 1, 6, 3, 3, 5, 4, 4, 2) + 198 = 234

Bad news, the dice roller hates me.

"I think you'll find me a too tough and rangy to eat," Hiram says with an easy smile, as though he was discussing which ingredients to use in a stew with a novice chef. Hiram, casually unslings his sheathed sword and in a blur of motion moves in on the dragon.

Activating sword's Inspire Courage, Hiram gains +4 on attack, damage, and saves against charm and fear effects as a swift. Total Defense as a standard, bringing AC up to 46. Moving to engaging range. Using Amazing Initiative for another standard to...

Vital Strike, Power Attack, Furious Focus, Combat Expertise, Inspire Courage, Blessings of Fervor, Holy Weapon Quality: 1d20 + 36 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 36 + 4 + 2 = 58
10d6 + 198 ⇒ (4, 4, 5, 1, 6, 6, 5, 5, 4, 6) + 198 = 244

By the time the eyes of the others had caught up with him, the sword was naked in his hand and humming a faint song. The details were hard to make out but it sounded very old. The blade of the sword flashed a cold silver as it struck the bones of the beast.

Don't be afraid to roll initiative for me, DM. I find it speeds things along
1d20 + 22 ⇒ (17) + 22 = 39

I voted down if we were confident about taking out the dragon.

Hiram has precisely zero subtly when dealing with undead mooks, he is guaranteed to be a damn sight tougher and meaner than them. He'll use the Song like a cleaver making called shots to the neck that more often than not end up beheading their targets.

"Do not underestimate dragons, little one, even the dead ones," Hiram says, still thinking about the situation. "However, if we can defeat the dragon, I'd like to see what he is guarding."

It is a tough situation. At this level everything has gone back to being a game of rocket tag anyway. If we regroup and respec the spells prepared, we'll probably have a better chance.

"The young fight for the no reason, and the old for too many," Hiram says with an easy smile. "Of course 'young' and 'old' are such relative terms in this world."

Pausing at the insistence of their scouts, Hiram takes the opportunity to pull out a pipe and pack it with tobacco. This late in the game he had learned to let the specialists handle what they were specialized in and not sweat things he could not change.

"So how's the North, your Highness? Still cold and full of large people being violent to each other?"

Hiram already has some goggles for that.

Waiting for the two to finish comparing notes and deciding a game plan before offering his opinion, Hiram speaks up.

"If you two take point, Baergar and I can follow behind. The two of us are pretty quick on our feet when we need to be."

My first instinct is to send a scout but I'm no good at stealth so it would probably have to be Lefty or Lorelei

Smelled like an aegis to me, especially after her armor disappeared.

"Come now, we ought to give her a fighting chance, I vote toad," Hiram adds cheerfully.

Aiding Intimidate: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (2) + 22 = 24

"Please, what do you take me for?" Hiram says coolly, he had been insulted by many more creative than a half-orc mercenary, "One of your employers?"

"If you don't I get to try a few things on you," Hiram says, checking the blade of his falcata as he wipes the blood from it. He often found it was better to leave things to the imagination of the person he was threatening with harm

Sense Motive (Was she under a Compulsion?): 1d20 + 28 ⇒ (5) + 28 = 33
Lying about wanting to torture her: 1d20 + 37 ⇒ (8) + 37 = 45
Intimidate (Bad Cop): 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (11) + 22 = 33