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It was a good group and a good run. I just wish I spent less time at 0 or lower hitpoints. But that's what I get for running in first.

"I think we should name the cave 'Nope-nope-nope-noooope-not-again'."

"And we discovered it's dangerous for leaders to run off without their group. They get attacked by minotaurs that way."

Krysmuth grabs her shortsword and bolts up looking around, "Are we good?"

my everything hurts...

I'd say.

I'm just going to have the base check and you can set the DC based on my current negative hitpoints.

Stabilize: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Stabilize: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Stabilize: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Stabilize: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Stabilize: 1d20 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 2 - 1 = 9

I forgot about reach... while holding my longspear... I'm dumb.

Krysmuth rushes to the minotaur and swings her shortsword, still gooey from the strange slime in the cave.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

double-move for a total of 60ft which should put me most of the way across the log

Kryssa runs toward the log crossing the stream. Her shortsword is still in her main hand with her longspear being held loosely in her right.

She's a south-paw.

"C'mon, I can hear Janira fighting something. Let's go!" Krysmuth rushes off toward the din of battle.

Krysmuth Irepike wrote:

Sorry, in our other campaign your bad guy cut my chaps. I love my chaps.

Everyone else got a nice, um, um, morale boost, yah that's it, and you got a little more incentive to kick butt. Sounds like a win/win to me. :P

Uh-huh.... ;)

?"I'm right here." :P

Sorry, in our other campaign your bad guy cut my chaps. I love my chaps.

Krysmuth takes a wild swing at one of the blobs with her shortsword.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Krysmuth curses at hearing Janira in the midst of battle. "What the heck are those things? Anyway, let's knock them out of the way and get to our leader."

Krysmuth washes the gore off of her blade in the small cave stream and then wipes it clean with a cloth.

"Where to from here? I'm still worried about Janira."

Krysmuth flips her blade and lets the offal from the centipede fling off of it. She turns and races into the cave stream to attack one of the blue skinned critters.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Ha! Crit confirm again
Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Favorite shortsword ever.

"See, I brought my shortsword to this fight!"

E, E, NE, N, N, NE

Krysmuth runs along the cavern wall and comes up on the opposite side of the centipede and takes a swing with her shortsword.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Crit Confirmation and additional damage
Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

I can't use it. I'm simple and close weapons. Thus the longspear (simple) and shortsword (close). Plus, I can just hit people. With my fists. Y'know, brawler.

Krysmuth sighs, "No good deed goes unpunished."

Krysmuth frowns for a moment, "Janira should have caught back up at this point."

"This is why I'm not fond of pets that want to eat me. Give me a fancy little carp in a pond any day of the week."

Krysmuth smiles and says, patting the scabbard at her hip, "Or I'll just use my shortsword."

"Thanks, Sir Christoff. It was my own fault. I took a longspear to a shortsword fight."

Krysmuth takes a single quick step and moves behind Christoff.

Krysmuth continues to try and block all of the attacks in her weakened state.

I'll probably go full defense unless I'm healed by the start of my turn.

Same situation as Sir Christoff. Waiting for some other actions first.

"I hate it when I find dead potential clients," Krysmuth mutters as she runs at the undead next to the dhampir's body.

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

"Right, then." Krysmuth raises the dead centipede on the top of her spear and marches toward the city.

Krysmuth tries to spear a centipede.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

"What were the other ones?"

"Well, ain't that a sight..."

Krysmuth nods, "Azlanti. There's a lot of Taldan nobles that claim to be the great-great-great-somethingth of one of them. Heck, I think I'm supposed to be one according to someone's claim in my family. I just feel like a Taldan... which is awfully special in its own right."

It is far more sinister than that! Muahahahahahahahahahaha....

Krysmuth stands with her longpike stretched across her shoulders and both arms drooped over it.

"Let's try something else."

Krysmuth shouts over, "そこにこんにちは！"

if no response
After a moment she tries, "ಹಾಯ್!"

"Sounds like good ideals to live by, Sir Christoff." Krysmuth scribbles the images in her journal real quick. She looks back they way they've come adding, "Janira should have lost that minotaur by now..."

"I've never seen a torch burn blue quite like that before. Are they magic?"

Krysmuth takes the board and lays it across the pit.

Krysmuth takes off her backpack and pulls out a length of silk rope from the bag. She starts to look for handholds.

Climb: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

"Nope, no pitons. I do have block and tackle though."

"Kenri and I should probably both hold the rope. Just to be safe."

Strength: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

"Thanks for the light!"

Krysmuth lays on her stomach and reaches with her spear to see if she can hook it on the cloth.

Krysmuth looks down into the pit and over at her longspear. "Think I could reach that bundle of cloth? I think my spear is long enough."

Krysmuth curses, "Damnit, Janira. That's my job." The bodyguard runs into the cave muttering something about clients.

Nice! I still hate swarms ;)

Kick the snakes! (unarmed strike): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

"Get off of me you slitherin', scaly serpents!"

2nd Round of Fire Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6