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Fort: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
Fort: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
Fort: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

Larissa screams in pain as the demonic bites drain something vital from her and she passes out.

Religion: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Holding the scroll in hand from her master, Larissa tries to channel its power to heal Gorn.

Emulate Ability Score: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (15) + 20 = 35
Use Scroll!: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (20) + 20 = 40

Nailed it!

Stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

We’re looking for any useful information: Details on his fighting style, known weaknesses, does he have a peanut allergy, etc.

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The trip misses but the grapple lands.

Larissa struggles against her captor.

CMB: 1d20 + 14 - 3 ⇒ (3) + 14 - 3 = 14

Despite her injuries, Larissa stays on her feet and at her master's side.

Cast Defensive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

Bolstered by her master's might, Larissa feels new powers unlock within her. She lays a clawed on hand on Nash's shoulder protecting him from the demon's draining attacks.

Death Ward.

Will (negative lebels): 1d20 + 6 - 3 ⇒ (16) + 6 - 3 = 19

Bah I say!

While her master covers her, Larissa falls back a step and calls down more heavenly light.

Damage: 5d4 ⇒ (2, 4, 2, 4, 1) = 13

SR #1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
SR #2: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
SR #3: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

Bah!

Performance: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Larissa does as her master says, closing her eyes and climbing to her feet. She shuffles back to stay by his side and fires off a blast of divine light among the other daemons.

Damage: 5d4 ⇒ (2, 4, 2, 3, 4) = 15

SR #1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
SR #2: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
SR #3: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Larissa shakes off the crippling fear.

Will: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Larissa evades several of the blasts but still ends up badly burned.

Larissa hisses at the she-demon and leaps to her master's defense.

She flails defensively.

Nash can’t make that.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

Reflex: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 1 = 16

Shriek shrieks as lightning pours over here. She's nearly overwhelmed but manages to stay on her feet barely and follows after her master.

Planes: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13

Nope x2

Larissa has evasion.

Varda is a slackadin.

Will: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 6 - 1 = 7

Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Add +4 if devotion applies to this.

"I... I think it's dangerous to forget what got us to where we are - the good and the bad - but if you think what you're doing is important, I want to help you. I'm certain my master will help as well."

Larissa frowns, obviously sympathetic of the succubus's struggle but distraught at her implications.

"I don't know if I can believe that the only way for us to grow is by abandoning everything that we're made of. The universe cannot be that cruel."

While her master sees to other distractions, Larissa finds herself sitting with Arueshalae and mostly just staring in awe. ”It seems to me we’re from the same place but on different ends of time. Does that make any sense? I’ve been struggling ever since returning to this world to reconnect with my past because I thought losing that would be losing a part of myself. You’re almost working to accomplish the opposite. Do you ever worry that you’re not doing the right thing?”, she asks thoughtfully.

"We have coin", Larissa adds after a nod from her master. "We can pay for the renovations if it will help my sister move on."

It will also give Larissa and Succubus-who's-name-I-will-never-remember some girl time.

I'm going to assume the confusion lapses at some point.

Finally coming to her sense, Larissa looks up at the newcomer and climbs to her feet.

"You... you're like me?" she says weakly. "We've chosen your own path and we're not like them, not anymore."

Will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Confusion: 1d100 ⇒ 40

Larissa continues to helplessly babble to herself.

Will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Confusion: 1d100 ⇒ 47

Larissa continues to be overwhelmed by her fragmented memories.

Will: 1d20 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 4 = 13

Confused: 1d100 ⇒ 45

Larissa's fragile mind is overwhelmed by the witch's spell. It takes all of her will to not scream at the top of her lungs.

Time for some forgetten saves!

Reflex vs Chain Lightning: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

CMW: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (2, 6) + 10 = 18
CMW: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (2, 6) + 10 = 18
CMW: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (4, 3) + 10 = 17

Three potions down. All better.

Larissa, previously quiet, touches her master causing him to vanish from sight for a moment.

Vanish.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12

Larissa cracks her whip in her master's defense!

She's just attacking to trigger defending eidolon.

That’s true.

As Nash ponders how he’s going to carry so many people, Larissa approaches unbidden.

Her previous life was still a mess of scattered fragments of memories but she recalls having the power to draw away a man’s life-force. She’d used it to drain men dry in the heat of passion…

In theory that power was still within her as was the reverse. She lays a delicate clawed hand on the nearest victim and wills her essence into him/her.

She’s going to use sacrifice to try healing them enough to get them conscious.

Larissa continues treating her acid burns.

CMW: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (2, 1) + 10 = 13

Oops. I rolled it and she failed.

Larissa is less fortunate and suffers the full blast. It’s only Aen’s tincture protecting her from some of the acid that keeps her on her feet.

After a nod from Na’shok she retrieves a flask and quaffs the contents.

CMW: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (6, 2) + 10 = 18

Badly wounded, Larissa does as her master bids and steps back. With a flourish she vanishes from sight.

Vanish.

Larissa groans as she comes back to consciousness. "Thank you Varda."

Larissa goes limp as she's skewered by the demonic cavalry.

Coming to her master's aid, Larissa snaps her whip to distract the demon on its charge.

With defending eidolon and the bonus from sudden block that gets Nash to 30 for that attack. =P

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15
Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19

Religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Larissa nods confirming Varda's deduction.

Larissa goes to work gathering information as she does best.

Diplomacy: 10 + 10 = 20

Larissa keeps an eye out.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19

Pleased with herself, Larissa runs back to the space within the keep the two of them had been staying.

"Master, I've heard word of a mighty beast within the nearby forest that has been tormenting the crusaders and hobgoblins since they've arrived. They say it has razor-sharp teeth and is as fast as lightning. Perhaps you could slay it. I miss seeing your strength in action", she explains with a fiendish smirk.

With the city secured and the demons vanquished for now, Na'shok finds himself surrounded by woefully disciplined crusaders/hobgoblins and with no enemies against which to test his might. It’d only been a short few weeks but a life of quiet isolation no longer appealed to him. The brawny orc quickly becomes bored and spends much of his days brooding.

Larissa takes note of her master’s malaise and explores the city in search of distraction worthy of displaying his great strength.

Gather Info: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
Gather Info: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18
Gather Info: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19