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More snow is coming. Yaaaaay.

is hit by snowball

Aaah! Snowball propelled through nonmagical means! Aagh!

throws snowball back 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Stupid nonmagical snow!

So lonely....

Freehold is excited about the first snowfall in our area...supposed to happen sometime today.

Ah yes, the old "Do anything to avoid being drug into the Black Friday Shopping Madness" plan.

Very crafty, I approve! :)

Turkey day. Black Friday. You guys sure have a lot of disturbing holidays...and the way that girl Freehold was drooling over looked like she could have been a kuthite with those piercings...are you sure you aren't all part of some kind of Chelaxian/Nidaleae cult thing?

*sigh*

Humans are such pervs.

Okay, I am confused- is turkey day the day where you dress like a turkey while eating one? Because that just sounds horrid.

My stomach is back to normal. Huzzah, I guess. It still bothers me that I saw so many adolescent humans dressed in relatively normal Lastwall attire for this holiday. And so many people dressed up like "devils"! Ha! All red skin and horns! It's like they've never seen a devil before! I mean if they are asmodean adherents I could see as a form of chelaxian celebration, but Freehold tells me its bad form to assume or ask about religions here...

Uuuu......so full...

I give your hallowed ween 2..ah..thumbs up? Is that the right expression? I must try to make my own pixie sticks- is it true they are made out of freshly squeezed pixies? That's what the little boy dressed as a "transfarmer" said...

I don't know how, but there is some kind of story or stereotype going around that gnomes like to play tricks on people. It is probably related to the magic that most gnomes go around showing off. It's not true that we all use it for mischievous purposes, especially when any gnome worth their sugar can doesn't need to rely on such tricks.

Speaking of sugar, time is candy. BRB!

Freehold has told me much of this...hallowed ween holiday coming up. According to him if I just wore what I wore every day and knocked on random door shouting at the inhabitants, I would be rewarded with candies of all sorts. Is this true?

Okay...not sure what's going on here..

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

It did it again SUPER PERCEPTION!!!

120 + 8 = 128

perception check time!

120 + 8 = 128

Kipka lights her insectbane candle, enjoys the fragrance for a few moments, places it into a shoulder sconce of her own design before proceeding down the left hand tunnel, walking stick in bludgeon-mode

"Right, Cernan takes care of Rel." Ionnia draws a sigh of relief, feeling just a little bit silly at having failed so badly at judging what the toddler is capable of. "I suggest me and Hiro takes the lead, with Anevia behind us, then Willow, Kipka and Aravashnial, and Horgus and Cernan to watch our rears."

She wipes some sweat from her forehead. "That just leaves deciding which way to go. Does your nose have any suggestion, Kipka?"

Then, a smile flicks across her face for the first time since they fell into the pit. "And you're quite right, Rel. Lots of rocks."

left, I think. You're supposed to make a bunch of lefts followed by a right and then you're out of the maze.

** spoiler omitted **

Kipka looks in the direction of something perilously shiny-and perhaps the only truly dangerous thing in this part of these dilapidated tunnels. Almost absently minded she calls out

These tunnels are older than my dad! And that's saying something. I don't think we're going to find much down here other than dust and insects, we should stay in a group and follow our noses as quietly as possible.

Kipka's eyes pick up at the offer of gold, but she is slow to act as a bodyguard or erzatz scout. She is happy to let the others do the talking, as everyone seems to have forgotten that there are demons above and mouldering corrupted creatures here below. Offering smiles and murmured assurances, Kipka's spelunking instincts take over almost unconsciously
KNOWLEDGE: DUNGEONEERING 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

"Here...." Willow says softly picking her way across the ground and bustling over to the gnome. Getting a slightly dusty hanky from her pocket, she rubs the rangers cheek. She focusses on her healing powers and lets the warmth flow into Kipka.

[dice=Healing Hex (CLW)]1d8 + 1 healing to Kipka & that removes the other status effect?

Kipka looks up in wonder

That handkerchief is AMAZING! Did you encorcell it somehow?! Do you know the ramifications of this?! I have heard of tales of similar pieces of cloth with mysterious images upon them but I never thought I would experience one first hand! Can I hold onto a sample?

Willow softly pats the elf on the back of the hand in a reassuring manner, trying not to startle him. "Yes, it's all over now." She throws a smile to the worried child too.

Turning her head she calls out; "Kipka!" whether a warning or simply a call, it's uncertain.

the little gnome gives a start as the light shoe ends and her sample is collected

huh! Whahappen?

Kipka gasps audibly at the display of light and magic, awash in wonder. She then pulls out a vial and starts scraping the goo off herself with it, hoping to keep a sample for later. She does not notice as her hit points are returned in part.

Did we win? Is that all of them?

Kipka sways on her feet a bit, adrenaline wearing off slowly.

Hero kills the wounded vermin in front of him, and steps up to menace the creature in front of Kipka. Willow levels a portentous look at a maggot, but it appears to have no effect.

Kipka
Maggot 3
Maggot 1
Maggot 2
Round 3:
Ionnia
Cernan
Hiro
Willow

do I roll again or use the above roll?

FORT: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

EEeugh! Speak for yourself!

Kipka counterattacks!

ATTACK: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
DAMAGE: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Is this a touch attack or a regular attack? I don't think the 11 beats my regular AC, but it does meet my touch attack AC

Kipka will attack as soon as one of them is in range!
ATTACK: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
DAMAGE: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

initiative: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

I think I took improved initiative, but I don't see it anywhere on my "sheet" under feats. Am I losing it?

I am ten feet away from the spider.

Kipka holds the bottle in her teeth by the cork stopper to get a better grip on the weapon

Buh wee ngot noo whad we are up agenst

Kipka readies an action to attack if the thing looks like it's about to give birth or something

Willow successfully aids Cernan's push against the rock, though Ionnia's hands slip.

Hiro, are you assisting?

** spoiler omitted **

Kipka flashes back to her first experiments in insect reproduction, and remembers the horrid but fascinating traumatic insemination bedbugs used to make more of themselves. The memories fascinate, but she then realizes the situation she and her companions are in

Guys? I think we have a survivor over here, but not one of ours...

Kipka awkwardly holds her flickmace in one swollen hand while fumbling for an empty specimen bottle

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Kipka heads in the direction of the spider, moving stiffly but suspiciously, as it may have a gnomish head - or a taste for gnomish blood. She pokes it with her flickmace gingerly

Humans are such pervs.....

anything funky about this cave? I got a good roll on perception.

Do I notice anything about a way out?

Fort save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Ib ober here...

Kipka stumbles to her feet and instantly slides back down to her rump, her joints afire. Did.. Did she really see the mythical protector of the city just die? Slain by an even more mythical, fantastic demon? And the people... So many people- Mother? Papa? Are they alright? Would anything ever recover? Kipka feels around and finds her things - a little worse for wear from the fall, but quite serviceable- and uses her walking stick for its intended purpose for once. She keeps her voice quite even despite her dismay, and yes, fear

We candt day herr. We godt to find a way oudt.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Yezth, plezth. Odo. Mah tung idsth messthd ud!

The best in-rule way I see for that is Aid Another. :)

** spoiler omitted **

Fort save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Ow.... Why do I feel so.. Arthritis-y

Kipka dances gracefully up behind him and takes a swipe at the creature. Her knowledge of demons encourages her strike higher than a ground hugging vermin would usually extend its reach, and her blow just barely strikes true, laying the spider low. As she examines the humanoid featured creature, she realizes that somehow it's not a demon, yet it possesses some demonic traits.

The centipede attacks the gnome.
Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Damage: 1d6 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3
If that hits, give me a fort save, please, Kipka.

Blind to everything in the midst of her scientific reverie, Kipka is astonished when a demon-like centipede us atop her. It finds a way around her cunning armor schematics and bites deep

Fort save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

*KIPKA IS AT 9 HP*

Yowwwwww!! These things aren't demons! They're... Well, I don't know what they are! Someone save a corpse for later investigation/analysis/making a poultice out of/light snack!

Kipka counterattacks!

ATTACK: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17 +2 if favored enemy - evil outsiders.

DAMAGE(if applicable): 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7 +2 if favored enemy - evil outsiders

Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Kipka attacks the spider creature for equal parts justice and science!

ATTACK: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11 +2 if favored enemy - evil outsiders.

DAMAGE(if applicable): 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6 +2 if favored enemy - evil outsiders

using a level of Acrobatics never known to get before, Kipka heads in the direction of the laughing horrors, assuming the wounded spider will be the easiest to defeat

Am I close enough to attack the spider?

ACROBATICS: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

eager to save an innocent and collect a sample of real demon's blood, Kipka leaps into the fray!
Acrobatics: 120 + 1 = 121
Lol, it did it again....

Kipka moves gingerly to the rest of the party, half hoping a demon jumps out of the cracks underneath her feet so she can crack it in the skull

unable to fly- and uninterested, she isn't that kind of gnome- Kipka rreadies her flickmace against the creatures coming from the ground

Robots... In DISGUISE?!

goes around poking everything to see if they are secretly a robot

Kipka points frantically overhead

Demons in the skies! They're in the skies!!!

Knowledge: Planes: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Her analytical mind coming into coalescence at the worst time, Kipka wonders which of the many abyssal creatures is trying to force its way into her world

The Kite- gone. Terendelev- whom she had thought myth- and the ever-loving Storm King Khorramzadeh, her greatest potential specimen- battling in the skies over her head. And people all around her, going mad, trampling each other to death in their terror. She spies the familiar face of a fellow peddler, who trips while trying to evade one of the many fissures that seem to be taking over the square - and literally disappear under the crushing press of people also trying to escape the madness. How many times had she likely passed him in the street, on her way someplace? Was he alright? Would any of them be alright?
No time check, Kipka lets people pour past her as she calmly attaches the flickmace head onto her gnomish walking stick. The snapping clicking sound it makes to denote a firm connection reassures her and she scans the crowd for any of the lesser demons known to attend the Storm King - maybe one of them can "donate" some of their humors to the numerous healing potions that will be needed today....

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Tea-viner, got it!

*gigglesnort* tea-divination.... How silly.....

Kipka makes limited progress given her height, although the pointy bits provide some breathing room, more than she should have. She drops pamphlets everywhere, wondering if they could double as a bandage for the injured.....

Ionnia wrote:

I just hope the Iomedaeans won't think Hiro's story means he's a witch or something.

"Why would someone think Hiro a witch? Hiro not lying. A Samurai is sworn to uphold truth!" Hiro replies as everyone gathers their belongings and heads back out into the street following the little gnome.

As they travel the city streets Hiro has a chance to really take in his surroundings for the first time. The city is amazing and full of life and cheer. Nothing like the battle-weary fortress cities from back home with people feeding off scraps of garbage, or worse, just to survive. When they reach the top of the switchback and the spires of the Cathedral can be seen Hiro stops for a moment to take it all in and a tear quickly forms that he brushes away immediately. "I must not fail," he thinks out loud to no one in particular.

"Where we go to now?" Hiro asks Kipka. "I cannot miss opportunity to tell my story and find heroes and stop my future from happening."

Kipka straightens the occasional pennant and looks very much like a walking advertisement for her family store-with pointy bits dangling here and there from her backpack to aid in her wading through the crowd