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Trifle moved.

Provided that I may cast Guidance first...

Profession (Butcher: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 9 + 1 = 12

Rough day for Kirael, haha. Thanks for a great game!

Round VI

Satisfied with her healing of the party, Kirael runs over (running far further than usual) to Harnac's side to fight the yet unidentified beast. With a yell, she swings her greatsword at the canine.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

"Bah!" she yells, "It is hardier than I thought!"

Didn't mean to be confusing by channeling mid-combat! Just couldn't do much else that was useful combat-wise.

Round V

Kirael quickly assesses her knowledge of this strange canine.

Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11 Probably not very useful either...

"I can't run very far - let me just heal everyone a bit!" Kirael shouts through the chamber.

Kirael runs north and selectively channels to heal everyone in the party (I think everyone will be in range) .

Channel: 3d6 ⇒ (3, 3, 6) = 12

"That should have everyone feeling better!"

Finishing Round 2

Kirael laughs as the beast's attacks miss their targets. "Size doesn't seem to be helping you, my friend!"

She then yells out a few words and a shimmering greatsword appears on the other side of the daemon.

Spritual weapon!

The sword lops at the beast.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

"Take that!"

Round 1

Reflex safe: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Kirael yells out in triumph as she backpedals five feet. A loud sound crashes out behind the creatures and they shriek with pain as their eardrums are bombarded. Sound Burst! Location shown on map.

Sonic Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

Also stunned for 1 round if they fail a Fortitude save (DC15).

Hurrah. Slightly better than average rolls!

Kirael steps forward and casts Shield of Faith. "Anyone want to make claim on the second beastie?"

Excited for battle!

Any nooks / crannies that a Riftwarden could be hidden in?

interesting. Can Kirael make out what they are?

"They're casting magic in the courtyard. Should we confront them? Or carry on?"

"Just that there's magical writing!"

Kirael notes Boom's apparent distraction and looks around.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

"There's magical writing here!"

Kirael uses Read Magic. What does she see?

Good point, thanks for the reminder. Shall we continue on?

(Kirael meant this new room that Boom peeked her head into)

Yeah, direct attack always sounds good to Kirael. What would be their incentive to start killing prisoners?

Is there anywhere in this room that Riftwardens could be stashed? If not, we should move on.

Everyone - should we go confront the guards, or wait for them to find us? If we confront them, there will be more commotion which might lead to more guards...but it also allows us to potentially catch them off-balance.

Kirael dons the tunic and sniffs, frowning. "This reeks," she says, frowning. "But other than that, I support Boom's plan. It's unlikely that disguises will help, but it's always possible. If we run into anyone who heard the commotion, we'll blame it on our prisoners."

Kirael isn't going to let Evan go huh? :)

Sorry, Evan! Wanted to post before I forgot.

Kirael does a quick channel to heal everyone, including the Taldan.

Channel Positive Energy: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 3) = 11

Kirael turns to the Taldan. "There, that should feel better! And yes, please tell us about your fellows. And quickly!"

"I can selectively channel in a moment!" Kirael calls out. [/b] "I just want to get one good hit on this beastie." [/b]

Kirael steps out of the daemon's reach and casts Spiritual Weapon. A magical greatsword appears to the side of the daemon and bashes at it.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 Sigh.

Spell damage, so no damage reduction.

Sorry for the delay!

"You're lucky this beastie is too big for me to hoard Gorum's powers all to myself!" Kirael calls out to Boom.

Kirael takes a swift step away from the creature, keeping her eyes on its long arms, then grabs for a moment the hilt of Boom's greatsword and casts Align Weapon - Good.

Boom's weapon is aligned as Good for the next....5 minutes.

Round Two

In case there's anyone still alive...

Kirael runs up to the nearest baddy standing and swings with the greatsword.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Aaaaand another miss.

Round 1

At last, Kirael is able to draw her mighty greatsword embossed with the symbols of Gorum and crash it down on the guard between herself and Hack.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
+ 7 = +2STR +1Weapon + 3BAB +2Flanking -1 PA
Damage: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
+8 = +3STR +3PA +2Destructive Smite

Dang.

yeah, in case it matters...

bluff: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Good by me

Kirael's a little worried about the ten minute time limit...she's much better at smacking things quickly than at finding things quickly...but she doesn't have any better ideas.

"Sounds good to me! Though truly, I'm just excited for the smashing." Kirael would have loved for the distraction of the Pure Legion to have failed - but obviously, that wouldn't have been good news for the party or the mission.

As they wander off together, Kirael checks for any tails.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Kirael does nothing to sabotage Boom's efforts though she really wants to draw her sword. She attempts to feel included by beginning a loud conversation with Maroc to corroborate Boom's story:

"So this farmer brings in this enormous carcass of an ox - big, big beastie. So he pays the rightful coin and I start chopping 'er up, right, and he starts SOBBING..."

Bluff: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

While speaking, Kirael gives annoyed looks to the Pure Legionnaires as if they are interrupting her story.

ROUND ONE

Wow, you guys pack a punch!

Trifle darts forward, longsword in hand and slashes at the wolf closes to Saki.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10 DMG: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 damn

Kirael confers with the others in whispers, out of sight of the guard. "What's the plan? Should we venture in? I can't really abandon my sword, but it will look bad to walk in not only clothed, but armed and amored."

Kirael lightly squeezes Boom's forearm, intending both to thank her for covering the fee and to quiet her giggles.

Kirael wonders if Evan's holy symbol is a tattoo, and vaguely wonders how that will work in the bathhouse...

Aid Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Aid Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

"That's useful, thank you! Anywhere in the building, though, besides the study?"

Upon realizing that Akhina was desperate for gossip, Kirael of course did not use a divine spell. Whew!

Hack pauses, looing pointedly at his bloody hand, then nods. I'm fer thinkin' we have enough to go on for now. No need to intrude on this home's hospitality any more, eh? But, Lady, if we return empty-handed, we may be asking again to have more of a look-around, aye? An' fer the good of ye Mistress, I'm fer thinkin' you may wanna reconsider what ye may permit us to see?

"Indeed, is there any place that your Mistress used to spend a lot of her time - some place we might want to check out before we leave? Of course, we don't want to intrude..." Kirael gives a deep curtsy that brings her to the level of the other creatures' knees, "We just want to be more sure of what we might be up against when we go seeking her. If there were scorch marks from a dragon, say, or a stench of goblins..."

unless Kirael's sense motive check indicated that Akhina or one of the others might be part of the Pure Legion, in which case she abstains

Sorry guys, was not thinking clearly when I posted this.

Kirael watches Akhina's face as Azdak reads the note, watching for any changes.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

"I'm going to check for anything magical in the room, if you think your lady wouldn't mind, Akhina." Without quite waiting for a response, Kirael casts detect magic.

Kirael would love to "just go in," though she is very aware that all semblance of secrecy will be broken if she has to reveal her sword.

Diplomacy, Gather Information, Assist: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Kirael looks down at the religious markings upon her sword, as if never having noticed them before. "Well, I suppose that'll need hiding after all."

Kirael takes a moment to disguise the markings with dirt.

Taking 20 to cover the markings on the pommel and to falsely peacebond the sword.

Kirael also hands Azdak her wand of cure light wounds and wand of inflict light wounds.

Thanks, Azdak!

"My sword is my holy symbol; I have no other. It looks only like a sword."

Kirael gives Boom a skeptical look but turns to the Venture Captain and nods her head. "Aye. And let it be known to all of you - Evan in particular, you worshipper of good and liberation and luck - that when I raise my sword in battle it is always to Gorum, to destruction and WAR, even if I do have to keep quiet about it!"

"Public humiliation or deportation... I don't like the sound of that!"

Kirael absently strokes her greatsword.

"Manners? Is that the word? Hmmm. Um. Yes, manners! Heee! Let me introduce you to my halfling friend! Kirael! She's a very, hmmm, trusty, heee! healer if you can get her to stop smashing things for a bit. SMASH. What a fun word! SMASH! Hee hee!"

Kirael extends a bloody hand to Azdak. "Nice to meet you, good sir. Any friend of my explosive ... er ... friend is a friend of mine. Sorry about the blood - I assure you it's just sheep."

Kirael looks at the Venture Captain. "So, what should we godly folk do to hide our alignments? Can we cast at all? And how about channeling? You know, I've got this fantastic magical greatsword..." Kirael zones out for a moment, looking lustily off into the distance. "Right! Yes, this greatsword endowed with the power of Gorum that fights for me at times, and I'd hate to lose that."

Kirael wanders in, wiping bloodstained hands on an apron over her simple vestments. "Sorry I'm late!" she says, and rolls the apron into a bundle which she stuffs into her crowded backpack.

Kirael, a halfling, has attempted to cover up any markings of her clerical worship of Gorum with new, unadorned vestments and her greatsword well-sheathed - not, as she would have you know, her preferred state of being. "I was just finishing up with the day's butchery - animals, this time, though I'm looking forward to butchering some demons and other folk on this journey! I'm a bit behind, give me a moment to gather my bearings."

I'm in!

... will also be updated before we begin.