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"Fine, but if anything goes, it is on you guys! Lead the way, Angel, I got your back/"

"Turn back and look for another route UNLESS any of you can magically protect us from fire."

"No need in changing the routine. Patterns are good."

"Your call, Angel."

"Whoever designed this place made sure that there are many ways that lead to Absalom.. let's check the last door, just to be sure? And if there's nothing there but a flight of stairs, let's just go down."

"What was it that we just defeated? Sure ain't look humanoid, sure doesn't seem to be from this world." and he spat at the slain devils to underscore his disgust for the vile creatures. "So, back and through the other doors first? You pick a door Angel."

"Only one left! Let's chop him up!"

Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

The hobgoblin warrior presses the assault.

attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

"Stay behind me! I got this."

Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Mithral counts as silver weaponry ;o

Krass moved up ahead and braced for impact. With mithral sword in hand, he waited for the creatures towards him. "Stay behind me!"

Move to L-44. Standard action: full defense. AC > 27 / Touch 19.

Krass felt the hairs rising on the back of his neck. "Take a weapon that is carried by a woman like this? It feels like we'd be taunting the gods and their bastard offspring .. but fine, I won't be using it tho."

"Eat or be eaten. When the strongest of orc warriors fall, the others tear them apart and through consuming his flesh and blood, hope to gain some of his strength. There must be some truth to it.. but fine, you're the scholarly type, and knowing is your craft."

Shabbezz could see the hobgoblin running the tip of his tongue over his lips as he eyed the oozing larva one last time. "A statue and three more doors. Who is she?" and Krass points at the curvacious woman. "Maybe her identity can hint at what will be behind these damn doors."

Feel free to take the lead and point at what door gets to be opened first :P

"Harbug, what are the edible parts?"

Krass went to work on the larva. The thing disgusted him and the sooner this combat was over, the better.

Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

"The things we do for women!" the hobgoblin snorted. He proceeded to expose its flubby body to Angelica as he circled around it.

Standard action, total defense. Move action, move to L-38.
AC 27, Touch 19, CMD 24.
That's an AoO for the monster.

Not sure what to make of the tentacles and abundance of teeth, Krass steps into the room with his shield up. He swings and stabs in the hopes of finding an opening.

5ft step to I-37, attack with combat expertise+fight defensively on.
AC 25 / Touch 17 / CMD 22
Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

"Alright, let's get to it."

That being said, the hobgoblin opens the door and if he doesn't immediately spot any obvious threats, waits for Angelica to give him the okay to move on inwards.

Aid Another on Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
I'm just being careful!

With mithral sword in hand Krass awaits for Angelica to proceed.

Let's live with our mistake - we are 'low level' after all. After all, we're only human .. and grippli, catfolk, hobgoblin, orc and changeling ..

"We ought to hit town again and buy something to knock out those centipedes with. That, and perhaps one of those fancy wands that let you find secret doors."

Durp, completely forgot about that. The only thing Krass can do is bonk it with a torch for what .. 1 fire damage a round? :/

The hobgoblin munches on a blood sausage as the others refill their waterskins. Dark red juices run down his chin. A wave of garlic rushes out when he opens his mouth,"You think it keeps its magic when you carry it off like that? Maybe the blessing is in the well, not the water.""

I'm saving my money for later. As said before, if anyone needs some spare gold for a scroll or potion, let me know, otherwise I'll sit on it.

.. until I can get some heavy armor ;)

Krass will need some heavy armor by level 5, but until then, his current armor will do. That means that I don't need to buy anything in particular. That being said, if someone has an urgent item or two they need, feel free to use my share of the gold :)

I'll take the mithral MW short sword .. and dump my MW short sword and silver short sword into the pool:

Silver short sword: 15gp
MW short sword: 155gp
= 170 gp divided by 5 > 34gp each .. meaning ..

492gp 4sp each ^^~

Angelica - I made a pre-emptive estimate a couple of weeks ago, but we then pushed on past the Mite king so the list has changed quite a bit since. Also, the document with the calculations are on my work computer .. which I won't have access to till Monday. Doh?

I should take and keep the mithral shortsword, right? Light, goes through DR/silver, it is masterwork and IT IS A MITHRAL SWORD. In return, we can sell Krass' masterwork short sword and silver short sword.

I think we passed the Ring of Feather Falling around when we encountered a platform construction of sorts at the beginning of our explorations of the spire. That's probably why no one in particular 'has it' right now.

Krass falls in. The wicked hobgoblin is looking forward to taking a warm bath, getting a good scrubbing from a maid and then sinking his teeth into some juicy meat. Oh, they better have Belkzen fermented goat milk .. !

LET'S SPLIT THE PARTY!! .. because we can. I can stay, I suppose, or go to town because I'm a perfect mule.

"Tia is right." and with that being said, he stepped backwards and away from the lifeless body of the Mite King.

He was so tired of this creature. First, the thing forced them to butcher a whole lot of Mites and then, he betrayed them once more for reasons Krass couldn't understand. Whereas the Mite King screamed, Krass' sword hissed.

Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Confirm: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Crit dmg: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

The hobgoblin steps up behind the orc and throws a menacing look at the Mite King. "Or perhaps, I'll simply cook you and bring your pickled head as a gift for the Master. I know how you love honey-glazed barbequed mite knuckles, Harbug, but I'm calling dibs on his left hand."
Like only a savage goblinoid could, Krass licks his lips and then clacks his tongue, soft wet smacks sounding through the room like promises of good food to come.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

Krass flexes his fingers, stretching them outwards and then inwards, cracking his knucles as he does so. A thoughtful gaze at the Mite king seems to be considering whether or not cutting him to pieces is the way to go. In the end he budges and gives in to Shabbezz' demand. "Fine, so be it."

Unless his companions take action, Krass will step forward and put the rotten blue bastard to the sword. Gorum tolerates no such shenanigans.

The hobgoblin yells as he draws his weapon. "Rovagug eat all of you!! "

The Hobgoblin stares and blinks at the Grippli. A moment later he pulls up his shoulders and shrugs. "Sure, why not. Let's get going?"

"Didn't we just kill something that resembled a spider in many ways for them? Well, we can always say Clicky-Legs has family deeper down if we must." Krass looked a little confused. Nature wasn't his forte - what mattered to him was whether you could eat it or not.

I AM RebBrown, hehe. And Leinathan might know me as A'letta :p ill make a profile for the Taldorian scoundrel later today. Got to show a class of 11 year olds around the archive now ^^

Might be work/studies :) im sure she'll be back soon.

"We best add a lie to it all as well .. that there are more spiders deep down in this complex and that we're planning on going there on our return. Something like that."

Krass really didn't feel like being jumped by a horde of tiny little blue men.

1: 4d6 ⇒ (3, 4, 5, 6) = 18 > 15
2: 4d6 ⇒ (1, 5, 3, 3) = 12 > 11
3: 4d6 ⇒ (6, 1, 5, 4) = 16 > 15
4: 4d6 ⇒ (6, 1, 3, 4) = 14 > 13
5: 4d6 ⇒ (2, 4, 5, 1) = 12 > 11
6: 4d6 ⇒ (1, 3, 3, 1) = 8 > 7
7: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 6, 5) = 18 > 15

15/15/15/13/11/11 .. fantastic. I was thinking of a human or half-elven cleric (inquisitor isn't allowed, right?) of Calistria. In the style of Lawrence of Arabia, he'll be a Taldorian who's going native in Osirion. A man who's wrestling with himself, his emotions and that which his goddess expects from; climbing the highest highs, drowning in the lowest of lows.

And, of course, he uses a whip.

"Or .. we go up, hand those blue bastards back their crown, get our reward and head back to town to sell everything we've found."

The hobgoblin hauls his ass out of the room. He does throw a look over his shoulder to make sure no one is left behind.

"We best run!!", Krass shouts.

We seem to have zero AoE damage in our arsenal .. :)

Shield clutched against his side, Krass advances forwards. If nothing flies at him, he'll call the rest in so that they may search the room.

"Might want me to go upfront now Angelica.."

If you stay 5f behind me, you can still search for traps but with a -1 (if im not mistaken?) .. :)

Krass leads on to the east, wanting to make sure Angelika isn't the one walking into an ambush yet again. "You got my back, Angel?"

"Might want to see if it is enchanted, Shabbezz..'

I ran a group of 4 lvl3s against this thing in Serpent Skull and they rofl-stomped him in one turn. Yeah ..

Krass rushes forward and slams his shield into the beast, quickly followed by a thrust of his sword.

Charge to BB-21, attack, AC19 until next round.
Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

There's no map link :P

Krass rushed forward to the aid of his companion.

Double move to BD-19 and that's all I can do.

"Argh, I bet this place is filled with arcane magicks ..", the hobgoblin complained.