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"Well that was a bit more excitement than I expected from a gala. Been rather pleasant working with all of you, and I hope we can meet again!"
Day Job: Craft Alchemy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

"I'll go right after her" Janalun whispers, waiting for the holy warrior to breach the window.

Janalun whispers to his companions
"I do believe that is our cue to flee."

"I'm a might bit reluctant leaving at least one of our fates up to an unidentified powder, and I'm definitely against us all being covered in the stuff if it's hazardous to what we're doing.Let's just stick to one person shall we?"

Patching himself up one last time Janalun replies
cure light: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

"Well there's no way we're making our way back in time now, and shiny secretive doors tend to always be a bad sign. I say lying through our teeth is our only real option right now. To be fair I did rather like the idea of enjoying the party a bit had we extra time."

You can't flank with Anaduno Mella, he's currently out cold.
Janalun takes another swing at the pesky piece of furniture
Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Janalun decides to leave tending to Anaduno to Lila since his magics aren't so potent at the moment, and takes a swing at the chair.

morning star: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Ack terribly sorry about my absence there. Minds been on other things
Janalun quickly tries to bring his ally back to the conscious world before drawing his weapon.
Cast defensive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Janalun begins searching the desk facing the entryway
Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"Well I do believe we just found our Lion. I suppose this would be the path we take next?"

When Anaduno reviews the notes, Janalun sneaks over to get a glimpse of them as well, now finally curious enough to see what they might say.

"Lion, Scales, King, Centaur? Can't say anything really comes to my noggin' there. Rest of it looks like gibberish to me."

"Oh dear, now that that's over."

Janalun says at he moves over to Lila, putting his weapon away.

"I'd love to help you with that whatever nasty thing they skewered into you, but at least I can patch you up a tad."

Cure Light: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Janalun, slightly deterred from the light thumping he gave the first demon, sees little alternative and swings again at the remaining demon.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 2 + 1 = 17
Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 1 = 6

Didn't see Lila's action there...my bad...Guess I'll just walk up and hit a demon then.

Janalun swings at the demon Mella had cleaved into.
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Janalun, pulls out his morningstar, but unsure of his ability to really help at the moment, errs to bless his party instead. He then steps closer to Lila to try and assist.

+1 attacks and fear saves for all.

Janalun follows the group into the room, trying not to make a peep.
stealth: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15

"I'll help try to scare them off sure. Shall we be moving then?"

Janalun peeks through the crack into the hallway

"I was more thinking using the disguise and your honeyed tongue to convince any guards to be guards elsewhere. But maybe we can just run past when no one is looking? In either case, in the event of future ruckus making. I am quite capable of bringing a nasty little beastie into being to smash the fine dinnerware or perhaps chew on some chairs."

Sorry life got a little hectic the past few days so I haven't been around. Should be better now though.

"I'm not too worried about running into the lady, but that could be a problem in itself for disguising as her. If people who know her know she shouldn't be wandering these halls, what happens then? Mayhaps instead of pretending it's all dandy that a small group of well equipped informants has found its way over here, we try to bring their attention elsewhere?"

Janalun looks down the thin corridor.
"Seems to be more of a back way through the woodworks. If you want I could sneaky-scout it out a bit. Would much rather that than walk down a big open hallway for all to see."

Janalun does his best to get lost in the bushes

Stealth: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32
Stealth: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33
Stealth: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22
Stealth: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16
Stealth: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27
Stealth: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33

Figured I'd give half a dozen too...wasn't sure how many you'd want.

"Well then it sounds like we have ourselves a solid little number then."
Janalun takes an elixir and downs it readily.
"Bo'alo my good sir, if you would kindly stumble the way?

"Sadly scrolls of that nature aren't exactly in my repertoire. But my small stature should make it somewhat easy to sneak around with one of those potions to help me out." The Gnome offers
"If anyone is capable of using the scroll we could go that route instead, or if someone feels more inclined to leading our subtle advance?"

The cheerful gnome pipes in after Lila addresses the guard.
"It's as the lovely lady says, my good sir. This information is for the ambassador's ear's only and we would very much not like to stand around twiddling our thumbs."
Diplomacy Assist: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

"I will give you all fair warning before things get serious. When I'm, well, stressed...I have a tendency to-" At this his manner of speech switches to a deeper, guttural form.

"If you're asking if I can pick some locks, then I'm sorry to disappoint. But if you're looking at a manner of sneaking and leaping about, I'm no stranger!

"Greetings to you all my fine fellows!
A chipper gnome pipes in from one side of the room. He sports light studded armor covering light colored clothing. His hair is swooped back and slightly unruly, and his face is in a constant grin.
"You can call me Janalun. Name's a bit longer than that, but there's no need to twist your tongue!"