Iulia's page

I'm not aware of anything to sell in town.

Anders quickly finds that he has a new admirer, after his latest round of healing. Everywhere that he goes, there is a smiling Iulia offering him a hand-made jacket or an embroidered kerchief. "Anders, I am eternally grateful for your... um, piety during that fight. I saw the light, but you pulled me back. Maybe you can... tell me about your god some time."

Iulia has a light crossbow she is currently not utilizing.

Iulia's flow of blood lessens, but the half-elf does not stir. Sweet-tooth hurries over to her side and nudges her with as concerned a look as a pig can muster.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

The witch rolls her eyes back and slumps to the ground, unconscious. The smell of burnt hair drifts through the room.

"My knowledge of the stars extends little beyond a few of the constellations - the Thrush, the Daughter, the Wheel and so forth. But I am intrigued. The tools in this room are superb - Hunclay spared no expense in his toys - first a flesh golem manual, while these telescopes and manuals would cost no less than 5000 gold measures." She twirls her curly hair thoughtfully. "That could buy a fancy dress for certain."

She considers the flying creature. "Another devil or demon - not quite sure? Why doesn't it speak? I suppose I can take a look at whatever it is that waits through the telescope - wish me luck!" The half elf sits herself down on the apparatus and peers through.

appraise: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
appraise: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
planes to identify critter: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

"Well, if it's important to get through the door I can make someone a tad bit larger. And, um, much larger. Maybe there's a secret passage, or maybe whoever locked it just up and teleported out of there. Wizard's do strange things, you know."

appraise: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
appraise: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
appraise: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

I don't know about CoC, but search "lovecraft in the bath" if you want the most ridiculously cute commentary on Lovecraft stories, lovecraft plushies nonwithstanding.

There's a ton of Lovecraft themed boardgames out there: Arkham Horror, for one, Eldritch Signs, or (my favorite) Shadows of Brimstone (more influenced than themed).

nature: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Iulia looks at the bird. "I've never seen a bird like that before - could it be Hunclay's familiar? It's not nearly as noble a creature Sweet-tooth, but I suppose it's all a matter of taste. I don't suppose we have a way to speak with animals? Where's a gnome when you need one."

"Well, should we try the eastern door?"

"That was amazing! How... how did you do that?" the witch looks the suitably depressed. "I hope there's not too much of that sort of stuff about."

The wedding is less than five days, but it is my brother's wedding. Getting the yearly family visit out of the way, too.

I will be traveling for work 9/15 - 10/2, and then attending a wedding 10/5 - 10/10. I will likely be available to post intermittently.

"Lady Origena, I would just like to offer my own assurances that Nighttail has been a true companion and a most level headed soul. Trade and exchange with the kobold's under Nighttail's leadership is bound to be prosperous."

"Breaking into a wizard's house sound's quite dangerous. My cousin Jacinthus is a wizard of some note, some group of ne'er-do-wells broke into her little tower... they all came out looking like frogs. You do appreciate how dangerous this is, yes? A little bit to sweeten the deal, particularly You know, a small advance to aid our chances of success, would be money well spent." The half-elf smiles sweetly.

diplo: it's all about the bling: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

Iulia muses at the story. "Well I've a few rashes in... well, places. Maybe I should visit this Anagrit and sample some of her balms and liniments. "

Iulia fumes inwardly at the misplaced misogyny of Chance - but lacks enough vehemence to pursue the matter further.

When the smith's boy mentions weres she smiles. "Well, they say that about weres, although I've never met one - I think - and really don't the truth of the matter. But there's plenty of critters - impish devils for instance - that get sick at the sight of silver. Best to have some on hand."

She smiles at Baccus'. "Does Luke need anything mended? I'd be happy to lend a hand. Did his parent apprentice him to you?"

Whoops! Forgot the masterwork component.

Everyone gets 30 more gp too, then, since I didn't count that in sold treasure either (758.2)

"Oh you're going to the smiths! I want to come." Iulia tags along with Kale, sharing all the various tidbits she learned last night over drinking with the warrior, whether she cares to listen or not.

If the smith sells them, she'll take a light crossbow, 10 cold iron and 10 silver bolts, and a dagger. Iulia is embaressed by her performance in the last occurrance of violence the party faced.

If possible, I'd like to gather some town rumors, with the aid of my cute and disarming pig. diplomacy to gather info/going ons: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17

Scroll 1:the Craft!: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
Scroll 2:the Craft!: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

Second one makes it.

This is the "fair" (and easy, really) way to handle loot distribution. I'm open to other alternatives.

Once we get to town and sell things, everyone gets:

728.2 gp.

You can "buy back" the following items at the following prices out of your share:
scrolls of Glitterdust (2) 150 (75 each)
wand of Web (4 charges) 180
small dagger, 1
Cloak of Fangs 1400
Msw Cold Iron Longsword 15

Iulia will buy back the two scrolls of glitterdust, and use one of them to add the spell to Sweet Tooth (glitter pig!). I auto make it if I can take 10 on the spellcraft roll.

"Well, I think we should go celebrate! The first round is on me dears!"

I always found crevasses to be the bane of story progression. I'm not a fan of spells like web, solid fog, stinking cloud, pit or black tentacles either, on the whole. Slow combat down, and muck things up for the fighters.

"Oh yes please! Let us all take a nice long break from that madness. Maybe have a cup of tea." Iulia looks exhausted, despite not having done all that much.

She does, however, wrinkle her nose in curiosity at the hoard. "Where do you think all of these dragon scales are from? Are there a green and a black dragon around here somewhere? Maybe one of the ones the chief was going on about."

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
1d4 ⇒ 4

The pig snorts in annoyance, and chooses to lash out for its own porcine glory.

Iulia looks around to scoop up a fallen kobold's weapon.

A spear lying about, maybe?

The pig persists in aiding Kale, while Iulia looks on in anxiety.

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

That's a +3 to Kale.

oink!: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12 The pig naps nips ineffectively at the kobold cleric; Iulia unfurls a scroll of magic weapon, and then, cunning beast that it is, chooses to aid Kale's strike next.

aid: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Iulia pulls a scroll of magic weapon and moves behind the ranks of the warriors.

The pig squeals in delight as it chases around another image; a dumb stroke of luck allows the creature to come withing snapping distance of one of the nimble faux-kobolds.

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18 By your post I infer that the AC is 19, so I probably got the last image

Iulis puts her hand to her mouth, clearly anxious over the battle's outcome but at the end of her magical resoruces.

*Oink, Wee!*

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
1d4 ⇒ 2

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

Iulia finally frees herself from the webs entirely. She stumbles out, coughing on the sticy muck that has gotten in her nose and mouth.

"Mff... we've almost... *blech* got the nasty chief!"

Sweetooth cunningly squeals as it carefully circles around next to the cleric. It takes a very thoughtful bite at the priest-chieftan, although the flurrying of his tiny legs have left him exhausted.

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9 unlikely to affect an image

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Iulia continues to curse under her breath - perhaps accidentally cursing herself? - as shes remains stuck in the webbing.

The little pig maneuvers against his chosen foe, and cunningly assaults the vulnerable ankles once again!

green: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Iulia does her best to wiggle out of the web again and forward.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

The pig, meanwhile, attempts to but to rest the age of question of whether it can eat everything - but only after circling around to munch on the kobold's tasty tail.

flank: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 + 2 = 15
1d4 ⇒ 1

escape artist: 1d20 ⇒ 14

Sweet-tooth manages, with a great deal of oinking, to squeeze out of the last of the webbing and into the open. He nips at a kobold.

green: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Iulia makes her own attempt to push through some more webbing, without progrees. She merely becomes entangled again. Sighing, and running low on options, she stares down the leader of the kobolds and twitches and eyebrow. "You... may you realize the impotent futility of your purpose and power!" Will 15 or misfortune

escape artist: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

She cackles again, this time her voice husky instead of high-spirited.

Iulia wimpers in pain, but clinches her teeth and turns her gaze upon another kobold.

"You! Your eyes will grow milky!"

Green: will save or suffer misfortune, DC 15

The pig finally summons some courage and barrels into the web...

1d20 ⇒ 15

...and surprisingly makes a good deal of progress, small enough to duck under most of the webbing.

Iulia giggles a bit. Cackle to maintain blue's misfortune, and then turns her gaze down the line of kobolds.

"You! May your scales grow mold and itch all day!"

Yellow: will save or suffer misfortune, DC 15

Free and able to at least see a kobold, Iulia attempts to properly curse it.

"Your eggs will all come out purple!"

Blue, misfortune hex, DC 15

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

The best Iulia manages to put forth is a thrashing motion that results in little forward progress, becoming variously stuck and unstuck.

The witch manages to find a pocket in the web. At a loss for what else to, she tries to slip forward. Predictably - and awkwardly - she immediately becomes stuck, and curses loudly. She does, however, manage to break free and slide through the sticky webs.

Oops! Lost track of this. Last turn
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Escape artist for this turn
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Iulia happily nods when the others show some moral fortitude.

Once they get to the passage, she quickly aggrees with Nighttail.
"By the goddess, it does smell like Aunt Kacee's cooking oil. Should we be worried? Auntie burned down her cart when her kitchen caught fire..."

"Oh be careful Haruf, it might bite! Get it, get it!" Iulia shouts.

Sweet-tooth continues to snap at the now-grappled kobold.

flank: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 + 2 = 12
1d4 ⇒ 2

Iulia uses fearsome witch magic upon their murderous and misguided foe - she waves a slender finger, chants a quick incantation and attempts to daze the chief.

DC 15 will or be dazed for 1 round if it has 4 Hit Dice or less

Iulia steps up, and a blast of flames erupts from her fingertips in a spread that washes over the two skeletons.

fire, reflex 15 halves: 2d4 ⇒ (3, 2) = 5

Moments later the Sweet tooth charges up, snapping at the skeleton assaulting Haruf.
flank: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 + 2 = 21
blunt/piercing/slashing: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Iulia frowns. (Draconic) "You know, little kobold, your problem is that you probably don't fit into your tribe, and you don't get enough love. In fact, if you keep this up you'll never be loved!""
She adds a small curse in the undercurrents of her words. DC 15 will or suffer misfortune on Churgri.

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

"Somebody just warded themselves against the forces of good. This could be bad, dears - we're expected!"

In retrospect, I should have bought a weapon. Delay

Your additional crit damage would be 2d8+6, making 3 dice plus 3xstatic bonus. You've listed four dice

"Oh dear; this isn't going well."

"You! I curse you! Your... may your scales flake!!"

"Tee hee!" she nervously giggles.

Misfortune will save DC 15 on yellow cake, cackle to maintain purple rain's hex

Iulia moves and places a hex upon another kobold.

Purple, DC 14

Iulia moves around and readies to bring misfortune upon the first mean little kobold to rear its ugly head. DC 15 will

"Well, I think it might be a dragon. But it's really just a guess, dear. Perhaps Nighttail is right and it's just part of the chief's imagination."

"I like to read?" she shrugs. "I rather think that there might be a living dragon who might have assumed the name."