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Out of danger; with the exception of incoming arrows, Ibrahim moves to cover behind some of the rubble of the necropolis. Crouched behind the stone well he again attempts to cut away this damned net.

attack vs net: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 - 2 = 4 for damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

I have a strong case of the dice are trying to kill me this week

Ibrahim groans as blood spurts from several greivios wounds in his side. He swears under his breath and wonders if the heavy libations of the night before have slowed him just enough to to escape the sharp blades and this accursed net.

22 points of damage between this round and last. Full withdrawal while still entangled in net.

Sunder the net: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 for damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Changing tactics Ibrahim begins trying to rend the accursed net apart with his blade.

So happy we all posted at least once in 24 hours! I have a feeling we are about to be on a roll!

Ibrahim swipes at the adjacent enemy.

attack vs foe #1: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 - 2 = 2 for 1d6 ⇒ 1 damage

But his scimitar catches in the net and his swing is less than effective.

Ibrahim saw the motion that was precursor to the attack but could not will his body out of the path of the entangling nets. Fury at being caught off guard fills the Druid and his hand grips his scimitar and yanks it free of the sheath.

Your nets will not hold me for long! Not in this life or any other!"

Surprise round move action:draw scimitar and shield.

Sense motive on Crypt-finders: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Sense motive on Daughters: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

"Indeed the Daughters of the Desert have all the "qualities" that you are looking for Falto." Ibrahim stumbles and nearly falls as he attempts to sit. The odors of sweet Katapesh Rum and other hard liquors prevail about his person and it is obvious that he has been hitting the bottle far too hard for one who rarely imbibes spirits.

He snorts "I'm in my cup so much the world is tilted against me. I think one or two more and I shall be impaired enough to not remember the haunting I experienced. To die so young, so young and so horribly that, that, cannot be..." his voice trails off as he examines the empty interior of his mug.

"I don't like haunted places. You, you know? You get haunted Falto? It's verrrry bad. Maybe three more cups." Ibrahim slurs as the binge drinking takes full effect.

That works for me. Thanks for doing the math Inferis.

I'm here I think we are just waiting for the story to advance after exchanging pleasantries and going to bed.

Yes sorry everyone, I am still with you. I have been moving houses and in the chaos of simultaneously selling and buying a house plus moving I allowed my gaming and Internet connection to lapse. I now have internet at the new house and have unpacked my computer and much of my office.

Will Save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Startled by the creepy undead cat Ibrahim jumps back but is able to maintain his composure even though every instinct tells him to run for the hills.

"A tomb of gemstones and gold! Truly this must have been an important person for his remains to be encased so! He is lucky that we found him and not some unscrupulous grave robber. That kind of money could keep a thief in riches for some time."

Ibrahim nods to Cerastes as his wounds from the battle stitch together.

"Thank you my friend. Now let us see what is behind that door. Maxelmish if you would be so kind."

Ibrahim twists away from the swarm of biting and clawing undead cats 5 foot step to G6 his hands still engulfed in magical fire he reaches in the swarming mass to burn away the undead before him.

Final round of produce flame: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17 vs touch AC for a possible: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

"Maxelmish! Cerastes, Ra stand clear and Inferis and I shall burn them away!"

Ibrahim prepares to cast produce flame he will wait until his allies clear the swarm before unleashing the fire.

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10 vs touch AC for 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Ibrahim lags behind the pack into the room scanning for signs of danger the severed arm still stuck to his chest and dangling from the prior encounter in the tomb.

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

"North is as good a way as any."

Ibrahim reverently cleans his scimitar blade while the monsters severed arm still clings to his chest.

"Thank you old friend you have saved me once again."

Ibrahim stows the blade back in its sheath and begins working to remove at adherer's arm free from himself. After several struggling for several minutes he gauges the weight of the arm attached awkwardly to the front of his armor and waits for the natural decay of the limb to remove it.

A smile is clearly visible across Ibrahim s face as he brings his scimitar down to slash at the bandaged figure.

[b]"To be honest Cerastes I saw nothing as well, I was just guessing based on our previous encounters within this house of Pentheru.

Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13 for a possible 1d6 ⇒ 6 damage.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Ibrahim scans the room for signs of life or undeath. Little about this exploration into the house of Pentheru has lead him to believe this will be a tomb devoid of combat with the raised undead.

Better to call their bluff and still have the ability to retreat up the stairs should the fight turn sour then to be trapped in this tomb with the undead.

Ibrahim steps into the room and calls out in the tomb to no where in particular.

bluff: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17

"Come out the fallen of Penthuru we shall dispatch your remains so you may move on to your next form. I have seen you move and you trick is tired and failed. Come rise so we may release you from undeath."

Sorry for the delay! I am back as well

Ibrahim prepared the the orision spell (sacrificing detect magic) allowing him to mend and preserve the garment. With it secured in his pack he too avoids the whiptail centipede in the dry pool and makes his way with the others towards the Pentheru family mausoleum.

He draws his razor sharp scimitar as his eyes attempt to adjust from the bright morning sun to the deep shade colorfully illuminated by Inferis' fairy fire inside the crypt.

"Let us commence our exploration of this once noble house so the bones of its occupants can once again rest undisturbed."

"For my own selfish purposes can we stay in the master suite. The poor young girl I was in a previous life wishes to remain in the opulence that was that closet once more."

"A mending spell is within my capabilities, however I do not have prepared myself for that magic this day. If we rest I can summon the ability to preserve the robe. I will also give us an opportunity to prepare ourselves and mend our wounds for the final push of our exploration into the house of Pentheru."

"Maxelmish's wounds have healed but I cannot rouse him. This foul beast must have some poison that is affecting him greviously. Let us dispatch it quickly if we are to save him."

Ibrahim standing over Max's unconscious form, loads and fires his sling again into the melee with the Vargouille.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 3 - 4 = 8 for a possible damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Another heal check to stabilize Max Heal: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Seeing how ineffective his sling is while his target is engaged in combat and how Cerastes curing spell failed to assist Maxelmish Ibrahim decides to change tactics. When Cerastes finishes his stabilize spell and touches Max (taking a bite from the Vargouille in the process) Ibrahim grabs Max and drags him away from combat.

"I will assist Maxelmish. Stay focused on the Vargouille."

Heal: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23 trying to determine why Max's wounds did not mend with Cerastes last spell and dragging him to B9

With spell expended Ibrahim once again begins to pelt sling stones at the Vargouille

attack: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 3 - 4 = 11 for a possible 1d4 ⇒ 4 damage

Ibrahim tosses another gout of flame at the Vargouille

attack vs. touch AC: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16 for a possible 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

And with the second blast of flame the magical fire is extinguished.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 5 + 4 = 27

Shaking off the effect of the Vargouille scream, Ibrahim steps back and begins rubbing his hand together vigorously while chanting softly. Flames erupt and engulf his hands and he hurls an orb of flame at the Vargouille.

Produce Flame: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15 vs. touch AC for a possible damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

5 foot step to B7 casting produce flame

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Attack: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 3 - 4 = 3 for a possible damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

"What was that?" Ibrahim attention is momentarily diverted from his target by the shape of a tiny devil escaping the room which causes his slung bullet to go far to the left and much too low.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 4 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 5 = 27

Ibrahim reloads and fires his sling again at the monster.
Attack: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 3 - 4 = 19 for damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3
critical confirm?: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 3 - 4 = 14 for damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Thanks for boting me. I apologize for my absence things have been crazy for me the last 2 weeks

After stuffing his ears full of the sealing wax Ibrahim nods and points to the southern most door. "Should be good as any other".

Walking back out of the guest bedroom to the balcony area, Ibrahim assess the groups choices. "Three doors before us on the other side of the walkway. The false guardian statue that fled was in the room below us. We should also be prepared to encounter vargouilles along with any other remaining denizens of this house. Anyone have preference on a door?"

After asking his question Ibrahim examines the door and listens for any movement behind them.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Ibrahim kneels and examines the decapitated decomposed body

heal: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

"This body is only a year old. The flesh is in a state of advanced decomposition but nothing like the century old bodies in the rest of the home. In addition, the body’s head seems to have been pulled off rather than having been cleanly decapitated. And look here." Ibrahim rolls the body to reveal clumps of hair concealed beneath the the corpse. "I doubt this hair belonged to our corpse. I wonder what kind of foul beast would do something like this."

awsome teamwork since I don't have knowledge planes

"Agreed, Maxelmish if you would be so kind."

As Max works on the old bronze chest Ibrahim casually picks up some sand that blew into the bedroom lifetimes ago. Letting the silt slip through his fingers the sand seemingly defies gravity as it starts to swirl eventually making figure 8's around his outstretched hand. After several moments he turns and points towards the old wasps nest in the corner of the room.

spellcraft: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

"I have detected a Magic source there, in the nest."

Sorry everyone. I am still here. Since Paizo did the website update I haven't been getting notified when there are new post in the games I am in.

Ra gets it. We will trust his dwarven constitution can withstand the disease if the ring carries it.

Once the ring has been passed the sweat that glistened on Ibrahim's skin seemingly instantaneous dried and the bright shooting pain behind his eyes diminish to nothing in moments. Ibrahim scans the north room for potential dangers.

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

The vigilance of his survence is short once he realizes what this room once was.

"Several lifetimes ago, I was a young girl born of the streets. While I remember little of that life, I remember my one wish was to live in a home with a closet such as this must have been!"

That was back when the sand statue was talking with us (before it attacked). I was going to tell him the current date and explain the amount of time that had gone since the house fell into ruin.

I'll keep it for now until we are out of danger. Don't want anyone else getting diseased from this ring if it indeed carries the infection along with the protection

I am fine with passing the ring on as long as it does not pass on the disease as well

Ibrahim still dripping sweats profusely takes a sip from his skin on water. Swallowing the mouthful seems difficult and painful as he winces as the fluid goes down his throat.

"I have been ill many times before in my past lives. I have a will that is stronger than most. Forged from many crucibles of disease. This illness will not hold me back!"

Straightening himself he begins to once again mount the stairs.

"My....Head....
Ariseti...Don't go...
Have I.... Died here....Before???

Ibrahim drops to a knee at the foot of the stairs. Feeling the cool stone of the earth settles him as the vision passes. Beads of cold sweat run down his brow and several droplets release from his feverish skin to splatter the stone floor.

"It's as if the sun is behind my eyes. I do not feel welł my friends I may need to rest a moment."

Fortitude: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

"Visions...of the past I think. I... "

Ibrahim voice trails off

Ibrahim scans the room. So far every corner of the house of Pentheru has contained dangers and he sees no reason why this room should be any different.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

When confident there is nothing dangerous his senses can detect he strides forward and cautiously mounts the stairs. His heavy wooden cudgel gripped firmly in his left hand.

let's stay inside. I vote south. Meatshield... I mean Maxelmish if you would be so kind as to lead the way.

Lashing the wand to the side of his pack, Ibrahim nods to his companions. "Shall we press on then?"

Ibrahim picks up one of the silver goblets and examines it. " If boiled in water from a mineral spring with salt added these cups may once again see prominent position on a table". Ibrahim stows the goblets in his pack and unhitched the wand of cure light wounds "Does anyone need wounds mended before we press on? I have but the nick from earlier and am good to press on if not."

Ibrahim whirls around his club looking to obliterate another flying skull.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14 for a possible 1d6 ⇒ 5 damage.

"My apologies Maxelmish. In my fervor to destroy my enemies, I did not see you were in the path of my swing. I shall be more careful in the future."

Eyes narrowing Ibrahim double his efforts at smashing the skull

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16 for a possible 1d6 ⇒ 2 damage

Ibrahim again attempts to smash the skull in K13

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 for 1d6 ⇒ 4