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Kharnia, last to awaken just as she was last to step into the portal, smiles, but this smile is but the ghost of her erstwhile smiles. "It was good to help you all. Perhaps Guaril..." she trails off, and decides to put that thought aside, for another day. "Well, in any case, it was nice to lend a hand to sisters in need" she continues, nodding towards Zora and lady Carrington, "to be rescued at the most difficult of times" continuing on to the two martial arts masters, "and to get to go about with a devilishly handsome and muscular defender of the light" she concludes with a more genuine, predatory grin as she reaches out to caress Ferabras, stopping only inches away from his check with a sultry laugh. "However, I think this deserves not just a report to the three Masters, but given that this has happened in my homeland, perhaps the wise women deserve to know. They may impart some of their wisdom." She pauses, the reality of their experience setting back in. "I will not be able to feast my eyes upon me dragul Ferabras until that is done."

Thank you all for your patience. I'll take the extra credit (normal track) on the bonus chronicle sheet.

Also, while I would be excited to go on, I'm in no state to do so for a number of reasons. I hope you'll keep me in mind in a few months down the line (probably around 2020 to be candid), as I did enjoy the time I did spend here playing with you.

Finally, I hope to see some of you at GenCon next week!

Kharnia's Dodge: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Kharnia dodges out of the way of the worst of the blast. "You seed-swilling wretch" she spits. "I'll feed you your pride. Whatever that might even look like."

Kharnia thinks to herself I really need to get him a better set of wands as she levels her pistol with the silenced occultist. "That'll only stifle the sounds escaping that sorry excuse of a mouth he has. He is one with the occult, adept of mind magics!"

She closes her eyes only for a brief moment as she sacrifices the memory of a spell before taking a shot.

Sacrificing Ray of Exhaustion for a +3 to my gun for 3 minutes.

Enervation (via gun): 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 8 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 22
Negative levels: 1d4 ⇒ 4

The spell crackles and hits him right in the torso, leeching vitality and precious life-force from the man.

"Want me to share more?"

Kharnia steps out of the stairwell, looking into an empty room at the far end. Empty, of course, but for the nightmarish visions of Korvosa, none of which she wants anything to do with. "Not only are you a weakling fool, but you think mere parlor tricks are enough to deal with us?" she spits as she weaves her own spell.

Casting See Invisibility.

A mystical third eye opens, and his location appears clear as day. "Trust me. You should have stuck with being your caravan's cuckold. He's right there" she adds, pointing at a five-by-five area.

If there are any rolls I can make to figure what he's got going on in there, I will gladly make them.

Sorry, I'm having trouble getting access to internet with my laptop (and by that I mean, I've had none for the past week or so). Thanks for doing what I was going to do anyway, minus perhaps Kharnia precipitating initiative by telling him to go do many things with a rotten branch, a donkey, and a stick a rancid butter.

Kharnia cocks her cestus, but as the bloodlust subsides cocks her head. "Why am I fighting you?" she asks Zora, before looking through the door frame, aghast. "NO. YOU STAY HERE!"

Can't go after the runaway dream. I'll just curse the woman.

She rushes into the room and gives the woman the stink-eye.

Will save please, DC 19, or she will be taking a -2 to her attack rolls for 7 rounds.

It is what it is Bodta. On the plus side, he still has 10 hp left.

That readied action shot: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 8 + 1 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 + 1 = 9
MAKE A FORT SAVE, SICKLE LADY! (DC 18): 1d2 ⇒ 2 Dex damage.

All in all, not a bad readied action. Almost makes up for the 5 consecutive 4's I've rolled.

Will save: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14
Confusion: 1d100 ⇒ 84

GIRL FIGHT!!!!!! Also, would the woman getting up have triggered Kharnia's readied action?

Kharnia suddenly sees Zora for what she is: an outsider, bent on their subjugation. Her subjugation. "Curvă murdară, îți voi sufoca viața!"

Five foot adjust.

Punch?: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Hooray.

Kharnia looks upon the cursed, horse-adjacent creature.

Knowledge (Planes) #1: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (1) + 17 = 18
Knowledge (Planes) #2: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (1) + 17 = 18

... At this point, dicebot is trolling me.

Racking her brains, she desperately tries to come up with an answer to the Dwarf's question. But alas, she cannot. "IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT THIS HORSE THAT IS NOT IS; PUNCH IT HARD UNTIL IT CEASES TO BE!" She lifts her gun, loads it with poisoned ammunition and attempts to aim it at the woman inside.

Going to ready to shoot at that woman when she gets up.

Kharnia shudders at the taxidermied head's pronouncement, before hawking and spitting. Rubbing her mouth with the back of her sleeve she says: "Do as I did; We must ward off this misfortune before we carry it with us. The wise women say it'll turn milk sour and your wine to vinegar."

But as the door opens, her expression turns from disgust to concern. "This bodes even worse than it looks."

What knowledges should I be rolling to get a sense as to what in the Lost Omens' Pantheon is going on here? Also: Setting placement.
I DID MY PART!

Satisfied with her work, Kharnia nods to Zora. "Another win for the gods, old, new; to be or that have been" she comments as she holsters her pistol. "Now here's to hoping it had a reason to be here. Riddywhipple, please look about."

Perception vs Anything interesting: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

Kharnia pulls her gun out. "I have tricks too, drăcuşor de rahat."

Pistol vs Imp (Touch): 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 8 + 1 + 1 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 1 = 6
Pistol vs Imp (Touch): 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 8 + 1 + 1 = 20
Damage: 1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 1 = 3

And with that she shoots at it twice.

I am so sorry. Work has not been kind, and other issues have crept up. Anyway.

Musing over the meaning of all this, Kharnia only notices that things have gone awry when Ferabras begins to yell. "Sweet lady of dreams, can we not get a SECOND'S PEACE HERE????"

Knowledge (Planes): 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (4) + 17 = 21

FFS. Sure.

"It's a cartea proastă de carne pizdă Ferabras! Just hit it really hard!"

Kharnia then begins to chant. "Rapid de ochi, accelerați sângele, lăsați-i membrele să vorbească!"

Haste!

"This is all... Familiar... Like the ritual in that book... It does look like... A dreamstone? That is intereeeeeeeeEEEEEEEE!"

Reflex: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Reflex: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Tangled in by either of the monk's robes, Kharnia falls, only narrowly avoiding getting gnashed upon by teeth. Prone and spitting blood, she glowers at the effect she is trapped in.

Kharnia is at 47/57.

Pulling her own curative wand out, she then attempts to harm the haunting pit!

Cure Mod: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (5, 7) + 3 = 15

Sure, yeah, your next hex was going to be flight Kharnia.

Kharnia chuckles myrthfully, as she slides on by Ferabras. "Oh dragul giorgo, but how you entertain me!" she husks playfully, letting a scarf tail lick at his calf; before turning her attentions to the more important matter at hand: that of the magical circle and its contents.

We'll start with Detect Magic for 18 seconds, followed by a succinct Knowledge (Arcana), a Knowledge (Planes) and possibly a Spellcraft if at all applicable.

Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (8) + 17 = 25
Knowledge (Planes): 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (3) + 17 = 20
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (4) + 17 = 21

I no longer get to post as often as I'd like and this is how dicebot treats me? I can't even get a break in the digital world!

Sorry about that, last week was not great. On the plus side, I couldn't escape if I wanted to. At least not unless I rolled a 20.

Kharnia, having lain out the bones of her latest experience here, tilts her head backwards and sighs - gathering back her composure as much as she can. Nothing but parlor tricks Kharnia, stay calm. "At least it was nothing but înşelăciune. Now Ferabras, while being in your firm grasp is one of my nightly fantasies, perhaps you should let me go? And let us take another look at the contents of this bedroom. And if not it, perhaps the door on the other side of it."

OK, it looks like Riddywhipple has just dissappeared which in the confusion might be normal.

Kharnia takes a step back in horror. She is surrounded. She might as well attempt to clear the way back.

Zora, give me a DC 19 Will save vs Slumber. Almost took a five foot step but then I remembered we are in the surprise round.

Will Save: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18

Of course.

Kharnia's will is unprepared for the assault! Will her training be enough?

Kharnia, having calmed down picks herself back up and follows her companions. "Perhaps it was a dream. Perhaps it wasn't. But it did thank you dragul" she comments as she steps onto the second floor landing, and her nose wrinkles. "Why am I smelling the stench of the sea in the dream of the citat din Mastaba? This does not hold a promise of fish, but of us getting harpooned."

Any knowledge check I could make that would connect dreamland denizens/daemons with brine?

Edit:

She ponders these things as she frowns at the joke. "You invite bad fortune when you call upon a mother's name in vain. You should think of appeasing the spirits before too long, or they will play a trick on you omuşor."

Will Save: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

Well.

CONFUSION OF FORTUNE!: 1d100 ⇒ 42

Kharnia's senses are overwhelmed by the creature's unatural babbling. She falls to one knee and screams.

Babble incoherantly! Moving on.

Kharnia shushes the creature. "No killing today. No killing. Hush giorgo. Shhhhhh..."

Can the creature give me a will save, DC 19?

So NOT immune to sleep?

Immunities and resistances please.

I guess my course of action will be determined by a WTF roll.

Knowledge (Huh?): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28 + another 6 if (Planes) or (Arcana).

Kharnia looks to her companions, then back to the two "space-age" cultists. "Do you feel like sleeping giorgo?"

Kharnia looks through the fogged-up room. "Well, that doesn't look ominous at all." She pauses as the barred door shakes. "Do we want to open that door and release the beast within? Those two do not seem that concerned." She stops, cocking her head to the side. "Maybe there is an enchantment at work here. Wait a minute." And with that said, she begins to focus, chanting the words to Detect Magic.

If possible, I would also like to make a perception check.

"Yes we are" replies Kharnia, looking lady Carrington up and down suspiciously. "Forgive us, but in a land of deception we must do this. Ferabras, assess her evil please."

"Right where you left her. She's just invisible."

Maybe save it? Kharnia can just point out where she is.

Kharnia looks at where she was/is standing and tut-tuts her gently.

Kharnia grumbles and casts See Invisibility. "I should have seen that coming... Hags... Oh and they are not undead."

Sorry, busy couple days here. If you want to use what Ferabras rolled while I was gone, I'll certainly take that. If not:

Kharnia chuckles, stepping forth in front of the group to address the hag. "Curvă veche, I should have known one of your kind was here. Have not the Oamenii banished your kind away from these lands? It does not matter. We're here to see if you are wise enough to take a good deal while you have one: leave with your life to take your perverted crafts somewhere else."

I have some options here. If I make the appropriate knowledge roll, can you indicate whether or not hags can be put to sleep? If so, can I use Spellcraft to dissimulate a spell like ability from her? As in, I'm going to try and put her to sleep. Otherwise, I would love to cast Liberating Command on Madame Carrington.

Kharnia motions for the others to go ahead of her as she looks throughout the room for anything of interest. "Alchemist's laboratory. Is someone alive in the midst of the dreamlands? Or is this another facet of whatever possesses this house?"

Perception vs Fat Lewts: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

"It might suck for the beastie..." suggests Kharnia with a smirk, but nonetheless takes a good, hard look through the northern doorframe.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

I didn't really want that spell anyway.

Seeing her spell fizzle, Kharnia gives the creature the Evil Eye.

Targetting AC.

So am I, but I just spent a special with the ability to cast Haste and never did so... I might have a case of trigger-finger.

"Tunet și dispreț, pârâi și furtună, carnea ta se poate topi sub atacul meu, născut în fulgere" hisses Kharnia, who has had enough of this house's deception, moving up so as to avoid catching anyone else in the bolt of lightning emanating from the barrel of her gun.

I will take a casual DC 20 Reflex save from our friend. Hopefully it won't roll a 20.

Electrical Damage: 7d6 ⇒ (2, 4, 1, 6, 3, 4, 2) = 22

"Can a dream truely be ali... What the?" exclaims Kharnia, as she fumbles to find a relevant spell.

Aaaaand, I don't have See Invisibility prepared. Fantastic. Do we want Haste?

Would the GM like me to make shi... Stuff up, or is there a definitive answer to that question?

Kharnia, returning the wand of Mage Armor after having made use of it on the oread fighter, raises an eyebrow.

Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31

"That. Is a baku. Was a baku. They usually hide from people like us, feeding on our creativity, dreams and nightmares. They are solitary creatures, at least that is what the wise women say. They also say that they are not born, but spun out of the same dreams, nightmares or creative thoughts they feed on fully formed."

With that roll, any thoughts as to how it died? Natural predators that would kill it? Or is that a predictable outcome if you are in the presence of daemons?

"As for that voce rahat, it could be many things."

Kharnia shrugs, holstering her gun as she does so. "Plans usually mean that there is some deep understanding of what is at hand. Unfortunately for us giorgo we know even less than a Taldane nobleman with plans for the future." She offers her hand. "I am Kharnia. He is Ferabras. The quiet one is Zora. Offend her only if you wish to be in the slow lane in the Boneyard" she adds with a conspiratorial wink.

"Ferabras draga, I don't know if the noise has anything to do with our friends disappearing. The way they left... It's as if they were woken up from the dream we are a part of. Whatever is in the dream of antic Korvosa... We'll have to see if if can wake up our friends and dream on..." comments Kharnia as she draws her pistol.

Kharnia gasps in shock. "What the..."

Any knowledge that would be applicable to figuring out what the heck just happened in game?

As she tries to piece together what has happened, the varisian woman quickly starts after Ferabras before the group gets separated.

Oh, anyone I know? Also, I'll be at Total on on Saturday. Will I see you there?

"They never even got close" offers Kharnia with a smile that wants to be sly but turns bitter quick. "These
Drac revoltător being here is more disturbing than their brief lives. I did not expect this realm to be kind to us, but this..." she gestures about, helplessly. "We must find Doana Carrington soon" she concludes somberly as Riddywhipple lands on her shoulder.

I prefer running with 5. We are less likely to be weak in a certain area with 5.

Before Xmas at least. I don't think his situation will be getting better soon, although I do hope he doesn't work himself to death.

I can give you my last known update from Mikhail's player: working insane hours.

If we are not doing any new players any disfavors with regards to their chronicle sheets, I'm not opposed to getting a couple people in.

Garret, wincing as the short swords bite deep into his flesh, moves out of his precarious position and lashes out!

Trip vs Red, Bless: 1d20 + 14 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 14 + 1 = 24
Vicious stomp AoO: 1d20 + 11 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 11 + 1 = 26
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Trip vs Blue, Bless: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 15 = 17
Vicious stomp AoO: 1d20 + 11 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 11 + 1 = 28
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Scissor kick vs Red: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Kharnia meanwhile decides to take a different approach.

GM, with my knowledge roll, are they immune to sleep effects? If they aren't I'd like Blue to give me a fragrant Will save DC 19 or fall asleep.