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I don't know; Adonai's, I guess, since Wits just stepped out of flanking range. I thought we were surrounded.

Still have a readied action above. If she can flank, add 1d6 ⇒ 6 for sneak attack.

Don't know how far away anything is. Jerjia will ready an attack on the first thing that comes in reach. Wand of shocking grasp touch attack 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16 electrical damage 1d6 ⇒ 1

Jerjia draws her wand of shocking grasp, albeit eyeing the scarecrows doubtfully. "Does straw shock, Sparky?" she whispers to her lizard.

Jerjia snorts. "He's getting his sides mixed up, isn't he, Sparky? It's the one on the right that's twitching."

Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Initiative 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

"Ought to cheer him up," Jerjia remarks to Wits. "He was sobbing uncontrollably when we left," she explains to the constable.

"Any idea what this 'Scarecrow' is?"

Jerjia scowls at him over her lemon squash. "A person-shaped dummy of old clothes, stuffed with straw, that farmers put in their fields to scare away birds that eat their grain," she explains. The things city folk don't know!

Jerjia glares at the non-teetotalers. "Lemon squash," she requests archly. "Lemon juice conducts electricity, you know."

Looking at Jerjia, Wits asks in a somewhat nonchalant tone of voice, "How is that all the nutters focus on you? Are you exuding pheromones? May I dissect your brain? How about your liver? Spleen?"

"...says one of the nutters," Jerjia mutters acidly, glaring at Wits as she tries to step out of the warm, clutching pool of sobbing asylum-proprietor. "Sparky, defend!" Her lizard runs out of one of her pockets and delivers a jolt of nonlethal electricity to her assailant. 1d6 ⇒ 1

Wits would like to head to this nobleman's home. Does anyone happen to know where it is?

I don't. Never met him in the first place and don't have Knowledge (local). Surely the police can tell us, though, right?

"He said don't shoot," Jerjia says crossly, staying out of the way but interested to see what's going to happen to the man.

Delay

Jerjia looks intrigued by the man's ramblings. "How do these people know me when I don't know them, Sparky?" she mutters to her lizard. Initiative 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Sir Herbert Atkins wrote:

... the crowd has dispersed, all excpet one young lady, sat forlornly near the gate. At your arrival, she perks up, and looks at Adonai.

"I'll meet you guys in the morning. I have a little investigation of my own to do." Adonai says to the group before striding to the lady. "Ma'am, would you care to join me for a drink?"

You notice how he didn't even think about detecting evil? She's totally a succubus.

Hope you're not waiting on Jerjia. She never met this Baron guy and doesn't have enough of a clue what's going on to have an opinion.

"Ooh, you're scandalous, you bad gnome, you," Jerjia murmurs, making eyes at Wits. "And what was that he said about an altar, Sparky?"

"It's evidence!" she protests. "This might be my predecessor, the one who learned to love him before me. It's not like she needs it anymore."

Jerjia follows Wits upstairs. "Ooh, pretty ring." She'll try to wiggle it off the woman's hand if no one stops her. "Who are they?" she asks the bobby. "...were they?" she corrects herself.

Heal 1d20 ⇒ 18
Wisdom 1d20 ⇒ 14
Can't make that Knowledge check.

Knowledge (local) untrained 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21 Well, there's a waste of a 20. :P

Jerjia approaches one of the bobbies. "Who are the dead men? Did they work here?"

Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

"Obviously not," she tells the lawman witheringly, "or they would have heard him clanking around and caught him when he was doing the disemboweling."

"Have to find my secret admirer," Jerjia agrees, looking intrigued. "He has very good penmanship. My name's hard enough to write with ink, let alone blood." She shows off the folded side of the paper approvingly.

"An abandoned barn and a sawmill? If this guy is looking for me, he's not very bright; I haven't been anywhere near those places. If the crazy man murdered the first people, he couldn't have done the ones at the saw mill too, if he was in custody. Who's this 'Lordship' in the note? There can't be that many Lordships around Sandpoint."

Jerjia doesn't have Knowledge (local). Are there any of us who would know anything about the first three murder victims and what they might have in common?

Jerjia frowns at the paper before lowering and refolding it. "Second set of murders? Where were the first?"

Assuming the constable's notes mean that Jerjia is cleared of all the unpleasantness regarding the bobby's electric torch, she'll make plans to return to Whistledown and the family business. There's nothing keeping her in Sandpoint....

Jerjia hands Wits her own untouched snifter. "I never drink. It's easier to exploit people who do when you're sober."

HP 1d6 ⇒ 5
+1 Cha
Electricity resistance 10
level 1 spell: burning disarm
skills: Acrobatics (x2), Handle Animal, Use Magic Device

"Is he dead?" Jerjia asks eagerly. "I've heard that if you hit a person who's just died with just the right amount of electricity in just the right place, you can make their heart start beating again. I've always wanted to try it."

Doesn't a mutagen only last 10 minutes per level? I don't think the Master of Tears is going to have time for any other pursuits if it's a few hours back to Sandpoint. ;)

"Harump-HER," she tells the changed Wits sternly. "Down, boy. Why are you Master of Tears? Tears aren't very scary. You should be Master of Spiders or Small Dark Closets or My Great-Aunt Emilia's Attic or Wind-up Monkeys."

"How strong can you be?" Jerjia murmurs to him with interest. "You think you could break ... manacles?"

"What are we going to do with what's left of the gunslinger? And Clanky-Pants' goblin concubines?"

"Someone's responsible for the gunslinger's death," Jerjia points out. "She's all we have left to blame."

Sense Motive 1d20 ⇒ 17

It's just you and Reynard now, law man. Wits is running and Jerjia is dazed....

Fortitude 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Seeing the flying dog disappear, Jerjia steps into the doorway and fills the foyer with a crackling arc of electricity, catching the witch in its web and making her hair stand on end. 5-foot-step to X 31; burning hands [electric substitution] 2d4 ⇒ (1, 2) = 3 Reflex DC 15 for half-damage

Jerjia watches Wits dash by with astonishment, then edges up to the doorway where she can just peek around and catch a glimpse of the witch. She points a finger at her and waits.... Move to Y 30, where I assume she can use the edge of the doorway for partial cover; ready a magic missile if the witch starts casting 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

19's a possible crit with the crossbow, Reynard.

Aura of Courage: If you are w/in 10 ft of me you get a +4 bonus to the save.

Sadly, that's only Nualia at this point.

Will 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

Not having an immediate target, Jerjia steps up against the wall where nothing can get behind her and hooks her thumbs together, ready to deliver a fan of electricity if anything gets past Wits and Reynard. 5-foot-step to Y 26; ready burning hands, electricity substituted, if an enemy comes in range (Y 27-29, Z 27-28)

Initiative 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Put Jerjia in Z 27, with lots of bodies between her and the hound. Let the paladin deal with it; that's what his metal pants are for.

Jerjia follows the lawman's advice, following Orik back into the previous room, still holding her wand at the ready and eyeing him suspiciously.

Isn't it Other Woman's turn?

"What are your intentions, Rosebud?" Jerjia asks Orik huskily, pressing the tip of her wand against his back. Ready a shocking grasp on him if he starts to attack us

Initiative 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

"The dogs belong to your boss? Well, then, we want to see her. She owes us one gunslinger!"

"Don't you work for the same person?" Jerjia asks Adonai. "You're both wearing metal pants. Very conductive...."

Your link's not working for me, Nevynxxx. Is this the map you mean?