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So do we get a map?

Ibarra delays until they close, then tries to maneuver for a flank.

The GM isn't going to roll initiative for everything? OK.

[dice=Initiative]1d20+2[/dice]

Presumably Ibarra also hears the skeletons.

Readying is rapier Ibarra goes into a defensive crouch and whispers,

"It sounds like we have company. Can anybody make a light?"

Ibarra gives the half orc his room and spends his time staring at the 'night sky' looking for familiar constellations.

He also bends his ear in an attempt to catch wind of trouble before it catches wind of him.

[dice=Perception]1d20+7[/dice]

"The names' Ibarra. The big guy here is Kul'Theraka."

His voice takes on a hard edge. "What happened to Khonnir?"

In answer to Kul'Theraka's querry Ibarra points to a nearby barrel.

Ibarra raises and eyebrow at the... elf?'s... brutality.

Bloodthirsty, aren't we?

He clears is throat. "So did I and my muscly friend. These horrible little monsters jumped us and locked us up in there."

He jerks a thumb back over his shoulder to indicate the cell.

[dice=Disable Device (improvised tools)]1d20+11-2[/dice]

Ibarra mutters under his breath, "Its a poor craftsman that blames his tools."

He steps aside to let the bruiser of a half-orc through the door ahead of him.

It looks like things have quieted down, but how can you tell with those things? They were damned near invisible.

Ibarra cautiously follows Kul'Theraka out of the cell.

I'm going to assume that my thieves' tools were also taken.

Utilizing scraps of material scavenged from the corners of their cell, Ibarra is fiddling with the lock. He glances over his shoulder at the half-orc.

"You try opening this damned lock with these." He shakes the bits and bobs he has in his hands. With a growl of frustration Ibarra returns to working at the lock, silently cursing his decision to venture out here alone.

[dice=Disable Device (improvised tools)]1d20+11-2[/dice]

Just let me know when I can jump in.

If you are still recruiting I have two characters made for Iron Gods. This one.

"Everybody OK to head down the other passage?"

I never got a response about whether or not I was able to use a rope and grappling hook to pull Derlan back, so Mort wouldn't need to run in there and expose himself to what we now know is brown mold.

Wary of succumbing to whatever befell Derlan, Ibarra fishes out his rope and grappling hook assembly and attempts to fish Derlan back.

What can we see down either passage?

I've advanced the party forward on the map.

Sounds fine, I have moved tokens appropriately.

Unless something seems particularly suspicious or dangerous I don't tend to take 20, instead I'll 'take 2' (twice as long instead of 20 times as long) which is a take 10 followed by a roll. I also don't generally assume that searching an area for treasure will require a Perception check so I have a habit of just saying 'I search for treasure' instead of rolling a Perception check because most of the time an encounter area just says 'the PCs find X', instead of saying 'PCs who succeed at a DC Y Perception check find X' and I'm not a fan of rolling dice when I don't need to. Of course, I have no idea if the situation requires a roll or not, so I'll need to get in the habit of doing one. :)

Take 10 Perception: 10 + 7 = 17 +1 vs. traps
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14 +1 vs. traps

Ibarra also helps search.

"Any magic around here?"

BTW, I disconnected from the internet for the 4th of July weekend. I'm back and am checking on my various PbPs.

No, I'm sorry I didn't notice the bard song so it was not included.

Having dispatched one ooze, Ibarra turns his attention to the other but is unable to skewer the slimy creature.

Rapier: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 1 = 5 damage: 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 1 = 6

Sorry, I was waiting for Mort to post.

Ibarra stabs at the strange creature with his rapier.

Rapier: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14 damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Ibarra lunges at the closest creature with his rapier.

Rapier: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 damage w/sneak attack: 1d6 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 3 + (6) = 12

Ibarra shrugs, puts his mask back on, and wades to the northwest.

"We should make sure there's nothing behind us."

"Any of you magic types want to identify those potions? I could do it by taste, but I don't want to bread that seal."

Knowledge (dungeoneering) untrained max DC 10: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Ibarra stabs the unconscious creature through the throat.

"I think so. It's called a blindheim. I'm not sure why though, it seems like it could see just fine."

Ibarra starts looking around for any treasure.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13 +1 vs. traps

As Ibarra slides past Derlan he says, "Flank it!", then dodges around the creature and readies to strike.
Acrobatics vs. creature's CMD: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24 Moving half speed through the creature's threatened area.

Fortitude save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

I pretty much agree with Eriethiel's sentiments.

Ibarra nods and wraps the sunrod in his dripping cloak, drawing his rapier with his other hand.

"Give me a shout when there's danger and I'll pull out the rod."

Take 10 Knowledge (local): 10 + 6 = 16
Heal: 1d20 ⇒ 18

After inspecting the body, Ibarra returns to Derlan. "That was Parda, a brawler from Torch who went with some local toughs into the caverns. People liked her, and said that teaming up with those toughs would lead her to a bad end."

He rubs his hand over his bald pate. "Looks like they were right. She was killed by multiple stabs from a short-bladed weapon like a dagger."

Ibarra waves at his companions. [smaller]"Lets go find what killed her."

He skulks further into the cavern, looking for traps.

Stealth: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10 +1 vs. traps

"I want to make sure there's no magic traps or spells. Or magic loot."

If Derlan doesn't detect any magic Ibarra moves forward to inspect the body.

Ibarra eyes the corpse suspiciously.

Take 10 Perception: 10 + 7 = 17 +1 for traps

He whispers back to his companions. "Can any of you detec magic?"

Ibarra creeps cautiously into the cave, wary for traps.

Perception for traps: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 1 = 15

Presumably I should be able to see down the tunnel, however the map is cut off.

Ibarra strikes his sunrod to life. Presuming there is no ambient illumination.

He inspects the area for traps and tracks.

Perception for traps: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 7 + 1 = 26

Survival: 1d20 ⇒ 8

Ibarra grabs a mask (or two, if possible). "Ready to get that water breathing spell whenever you are."

The weapon is indeed small, and looks more like a tube with a handcrossbow grip. It can be used by anyone with simple weapon prof.

Ibarra pushes the tube across the table to Dinali and nods at Val.

"Thanks Val. We appreciate it."

Dinali looks at it and smiles :"I think it fits better in my hand! And you got the lockpick!"

You're proficient in hand crossbow? Bards don't get that as a standard weapon proficiency, and I don't see it as one of your feats. BTW I imagine that it is medium sized, so it would probably be difficult for you to wield. If you really want it that's fine, I don't care if I get it or not.

Ibarra's hand snakes out and grabs the lockpick. Then he gestures to the hand crossbow. "I actually know how to use that thing. So I'll take it if nobody objects."

Ibarra frowns. "Seems likely. Have you got anything that could help us? Can we look at his notes from his previous expedition?"

"I'm Ibarra. Your father was helping me learn how to pick apart Numerian relics."

"Anyway, we're working for the council to find Khonnir Baine. So we decided to stop by and introduce ourselves. Looks like our timing was great for a change."

Ibarra runs his hand over his bald pate.

Intelligence check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Ibarra sheathes his rapier and looks at the little girl. "I hope that wasn't your pet."

"Leave her alone, construct!"

Ibarra tumbles around the creature, bringing his rapier to bear.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13 I'm not sure if it has Combat Reflexes, but just in case.

Rapier: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23 damage (sneak attack): 1d6 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 3 + (2) = 6

Crit Confirm Rapier: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9 critical damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

"Get out of here, Val! We'll take care of this."

A trick to speeding up combat in PbP is for the GM to do initiative rolls for all parties, then post the results and let PCs act in chunks between the monsters.

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Ibarra quickens his pace. "Sounds like Val needs help!"

"Great, lets head over and talk to Val. I'll want to pick up a sunrod or two, as well."

Ibarra jerks his thumb at Derlan. "What he said. Before we go, is there anything else you want to tell us?"

Ibarra runs his hand over his bald pate. "Yeah, the water near the Black Hill Caves is no joke. So what have you got to help us?"

I was confused why people thought they were ordering drinks at the town hall. OK, can we all head back to the town hall and get off on the right foot? :)