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Before taking her leave of the others, Kenza takes the time to give her superiors a proper farewell, bowing deeply to them each in turn, and thanking them for their company.

"I would be honoured to work together again in the future. Farewell."

"The honour was mine." Kenza replies to Stuinvolk with a deep, respectful bow.

Fortitude vs. Poison: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 1 + 4 = 21
Fortitude vs. Poison: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 1 = 15
Fortitude vs. Poison: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 1 = 12

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Kenza thanks Chance for his aid, bowing low to the halfling in respect. "I offer you a thousand thanks. May the light aways find you, and the gods always bless you."

Then Kenza turns to help dig out the treasures. When its time to leave she helps carry some of the larva, particularly after she notices Lady Mae looking at them with hunger...

Fortitude (coughing fit): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Fortitude (distraction): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Fortitude (Poison): 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 1 = 8

Kenza fights through the many distractions around her, ignoring everything but her duties. She head butts the talkative bug queen then punches it!

Attack 1 (grappled): 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 7 - 2 = 11
Bludgeoning Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Attack 2 (grappled): 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 7 - 2 = 18
Bludgeoning Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

I took ten damage total from those attacks, yes? Just confirming.

Kenza takes a five-foot step to the side and launches a pair of kicks at She-Who-Devours.

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Bludgeoning Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Bludgeoning Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Confirming a Critical: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Bludgeoning Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Kenza rushes over to the nearest ant, greeting it with a flying kick.

Attack (red): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Bludgeoning Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Kenza nods and retrieves her rope, securing it, then climbing down.

Climb: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

Kenza bows to Naevys in gratitude. "You honour me." Thanks!

Then she enters the tunnels with the others, leading the way into the earth.

Kenza inclines her head respectfully.

Sounds good.

Kenza stands beside Stuinvolk, ready to defend him....

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

After watching the proceedings she steps forward and bows deeply. "A thousand pardons, Master Nuno. We beg forgiveness for the intrusion. We seek you out in the hopes a bargain can be struck. Would you grant us the honour of calm discourse?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 0 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 0 + 2 = 4

Kenza hopes that her poor diplomatic efforts have at least got the point across... (The fey is attempting to make a deal but is too arrogant not to bluster and insult while doing so. This realization gives Kenza (and hopefully anyone who understands her intentions) +2 on skill checks to influence the nuno).

Kenza allows Lady Mae to deal with the animals, as ordered.

Sorry, both of my kids are still sick, husband's sick, and I'm sick now too. Not a good week. I'll post when I can.

Kenza lets out a menacing roar, curious if the beasts can be scared off.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

So scary. Haha.

Kenza remains as stoic and alert as always, warily watching for enemies and other dangers.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Kenza remains alert... wary of further danger...

...If it remains quiet she spares Stuinvolk a glance and gives him a respectful nod.

Emboldened by Stuinvolk's song Kenza circles around the tent and thrusts her sai into the beast's side.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 1 + 2 = 19
Magic Piercing Damage: 1d4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 1 = 9

Inspired rage grants +2 Str, +2 Con (with +3 hp since she's got 3 HD), +1 Will, and -1 AC. Yes? If so her current AC is 15, T14, FF12.

Sorry for the lack of posts. Both of my kids are sick. I'm not sure if I'll have a chance to post tomorrow.

Kenza draws her sai as she takes a quick step toward the cat-beast, then stabs at it!

Attack: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 1 = 10 +2 higher if I count as flanking with the slug.
Magic Piercing Damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

But in her worry over Chance she misses.

Haha. Yes it is!

I'm attending a PowWow today. I won't have a chance to post until tomorrow.

Thanks!

Kenza looks at Thaia quite seriously. "Apologies. But, I cannot let you do that."

It's the first 'disobedient' thing any of you have heard her say.

Kenza keeps watch over the others while the group talks, paying close attention to her charge.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Kenza looks baffled by the compliment. "Thank you. But, no thanks are necessary. It is my duty to protect all of you. With my life, if necessary."

Kenza awakens on the battlefield with a jolt and leaps to her feet! ...But the battles over and the beast is nowhere to be seen. She looks around, curious if her sacrifice spared the others from death... After counting heads she lets out a quiet sigh of relief. No lives lost.

I'll take a few charges from your wand, thanks Jed.
Healing Kenza: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Healing Kenza: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Healing Kenza: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Leaves her at 20/23 before resting for the night.

Kenza bows deeply to Chance and Jebediah, grateful for their healing. Then she apologizes to everyone for her weakness and retires to her bed, uneasy and on edge.

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The next morning she stays near Stuinvolk, ready to continue her duties as bodyguard.

Ouch!

Kenza pummels the cat with fists and feet in an effort to draw its attention away from the others.

Flurry of Blows: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Bludgeoning Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Flurry of Blows: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Bludgeoning Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

You are correct. Kenza's unarmed strikes do not yet bypass any DR.

Seeing the beast lock eyes with Stuinvolk, Kenza snarls right back at it, clearly trying to gain the creature's attention.

"Face me!"

I apologize. RL went crazy for a bit.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Kenza strides forward and attempts to punch the cat in the face! (Stunning Fist! Fort DC 14 negates.)

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

I see a percentile roll in there to strike it. Rolling one in case it's needed.
Percentile if Needed: 1d100 ⇒ 51

Kenza's on her feet in a flash standing protectively beside Stuinvolk...

Kenza remains vigilant during the journey, staying close to Stuinvolk, scanning the horizon for dangers, and keeping watch in the dark of the night.

She has no changes to routine.

Kenza leaps to protect her charge at the sound of the roar but, like other nights, finds nothing... She stays awake and on edge for a while.

Silent as death it approaches. Faster than thought. Never glimpsed. Only it's roar gives it away... Intelligent, her superiors had said. So why roar? To instill fear? ...How many nights could it have snatched a Pathfinder from their bedroll had it tried?

Deciding that it's skill doesn't matter, only her dedication, Kenza returns to her duties. She leaves her uneasy thoughts unspoken, confident that her superiors had already considered them.

"My condolences," Kenza says to Stuinvolk with a respectful bow. "May I have your permission to say a prayer for them? There is loneliness after death for those not honoured. And even those content in the afterlife appreciate the respect of the living."

Sense Motive (discovery): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

If Stuinvolk allows it Kenza kneels before the cairn, places her hands and forehead flat on the ground, and prays softly in Ancient Osiriani. In time she rises, bows to the cairn, then returns to her full height and dusts off her hands.

Kenza leaps to her feet and hurries to Stuinvolk's side, determined to defend him from harm...

She listens... curious where the beast is coming from this time...

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Kenza accepts the ring and bows deeply to Chance. "You honour me."

She makes no comment on all the talk of slavery and servitude, allowing her betters to discuss such matters. Instead she patrols the grounds as the others talk. When the conversation returns o watch shifts she points out, "I can see in the dark and will take whatever night shift is least desired by you."

Any night shift is fine with her. She's not picky on order.

I have a crazy busy weekend coming up (last one, I swear!) and will be unable to get a post in. Should be back to normal posting Monday.

Thanks!

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Sorry for the delay, having a hectic week.

Kenza stands on guard while the others set up camp, watching cautiously for signs of the Mzali or the strange beast from the night before.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Kenza does her part to help out, bowing deeply to the Mzali in obedience.

"The sun shines on us all. Step back far enough and we are all kin."

Diplomacy to AID: 1d20 ⇒ 3

Kenza remains still and silent, knowing she's not a diplomat and trusting her superior agents to handle this.

Having no idea what anyone has said, Kenza remains on edge and alert -- but still. She waits to see if any of her fellow Pathfinders words will have any effect on the encounter.

Kenza shakes her head at Stuinvolk. "You should know, sir, it sounded like an animal to my ears. I heard no humanoid screams."

Kenza sticks close to Stuinvolk throughout the rest of the night, determined to keep her charge safe.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 2 = 28

Kenza stands with her arms out before her, trying to stay near to Stuinvolk for his protection.

She peers into the darkness, trying to catch a glimpse of their enemy...

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

When she has a quiet moment alone with one of her superiors she informs them that Stuinvolk would likely benefit from speaking with a healer, and enjoys stories. (Heal and Perform (oratory) could be used to influence him).

As they set out the next day, Kenza attempts to follow Stuinvolk's suggestions.

Stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Just letting you know I'm not going to have a chance to post this weekend. I'm attending part of a local convention (which will be the first time my kids play PFS in a public venue -- fingers crossed!), and both of my kids are having birthday parties. Apologies if I hold up the game.

Thanks! And have a great weekend!.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 2 = 10

Kenza busies herself with setting up camp, then keeping watch. It's obvious after only the day of travelling together that she's incredibly vigilant, obsessed with keeping her fellows safe from harm. While she watches in the evening she has a chance to gauge their guide.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Kenza wears her hot weather outfit, stays hydrated, and tries to remain in the shade whenever possible.

Kenza bows respectfully to Stuinvolk, apparently completely unconcerned about his disfigurement. "I am honoured to meet you, sir. I am known as Kenza Bloodborn."

Returning to her full height she opens her mouth to ask a question, but promptly closes it. Lady Mae has already asked. She inclines her head to Lady Mae respectfully, impressed with the grippli's wisdom.

He glances about at the group. "Given the luck o' most Pathfinders, the Venture-Cap'ns have started sending body retrieval folks along right from the start. Saves time. 'Course, not every body can be retrieved... that's where ol' Bessey comes in." He taps the handle of the spade that protrudes from his sea bag. "Anyone have any particular preference? In th' ground, fire, sky burial? Let me know, or it'll be dealer's choice when th' time comes."

"I would prefer my body be returned whole to the Lodge in Sothis for mummification, that I may continue to serve my masters in the afterlife. Thank you."

As the briefing continues around her Kenza she listens respectfully, clearly taking in every word said by her betters, but having little to add to the conversation.

Sorry for the delay. Busy day yesterday. Kenza won't be making any purchases.

He nods to Kenza with an appraising eye, and raises a bushy eyebrow at Naevys' appearance, before offering a hand in friendship. "Jed Bishop. Good to be workin' with yeh."

Kenza looks surprised at the offer of a handshake but accepts, shaking Jebediah's hand as if she were afraid of sullying him. "You honour me, sir," she replies.

"If we come across any angry animals or insects... please let me speak with them before attacking. I can usually convince them to find easier prey. Thank you." She bobs her head up and down twice, smiling once more.

Looking down at the little grippli, Kenza nods her head. "Understood." She seems to have taken this as an order.

A solidly built half-orc woman with pale green skin tattooed with ancient osiriani sigils approaches the group. She wears her long black hair tied back, and has rather large teeth protruding from her mouth. Despite the heat she appears completely comfortable. She bows deeply to her superior agents, and announces, "Greetings. I am known as Kenza Bloodborn. I am honoured to serve you." When someone allows her to rise, Kenza stands to her full height and locks eyes with each of the other Pathfinders, nodding at each of them respectfully.