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I don't think there's anything to save Lem now, hahaha.

Stabilization, DC 17: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

As he goes down, Lem simply states, "Not a halfling!"

Stabilization, DC 16: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

That heal was on Sajan

Though invisible to his mates, Lem nods before taking the long way to Sajan before tapping him with the wand.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Thought I posted that. Paizo may have eaten the post :-/

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Lem pokes Obyrn from behind. Also, he uses his wand.

Bink: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
She's hitting harder than I can heal by far. We may just have to full retreat. We totally botched this one, I'm afraid.

With a nod and a grin, Lem casts another spell through his rod. "Now seems like a good time to slip behind the veil." He then fades from sight!

Lem steps behind Obyrn, keeping his wand at the ready.

Gorrammit! Beaten by 3. Well, then it's gonna be interesting... And yes, this is Wash's definition of interesting.

That's just caster level, yes?

SR: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Well, that's one obstacle cleared!

Also, not a halfling. You said human, so human I shall be.

I thought that was the case, too. Many thanks for reviving me!

Stepping back, Lem draws a rod from his belt and starts to cast a spell...

...and prays to every god he can think of that this works.

"I have one as well. Just give me a moment..." Lem pulls a wand of his own and taps Sajan with it.
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Was too busy buffing and not paying attention that I was the only one by the thing, hahaha.

Opening his eyes, Lem bolts upright and scrambles to his feet. "What? Where? Who? .... Where did she go? Oh... 'twas but a dream... Now, what's going on here? How did I get out here?"

Lem continues to lie on the ground where he was felled. His dreams may or may not involve scantily clad winged ladies of promiscuous habits, warm in the night as he's wrapped in their tight embrace, tight embrace.

Gah! Didn't read that the last of the creatures fell. Was just going off the map. My bad.

With a nod, Obyrn moves in towards the woman, standing over the unconscious bard, and stabs at her with his spear. "No one messes with MY mind!"

Spear: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

I did not post for Obyrn as he said he'd be back on the 4th. Thought to let him have his character back. But as he is still not here...

Obyrn continues beating against the creature within his reach, still trying to misdirect its defenses with his cunning and smartz.

Feint: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19
LSpear: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 2) = 4

Ah yes! That makes sense. Would that really affect the sneak attack dice as well?

Obyrn steps to the side to flank the nearby creature, proclaiming his intent to protect the flying woman from these dreaded beasts!

Feint just because: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21

Longspear: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 4 + 2 = 15
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 4) = 10

Sure.

Obyrn continues what he was doing with the lemure.

Bluff: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33 flat footed if that beats 10 + SM modifier or 10 + Wis mod + BAB, whichever is higher.

Spear: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Sneak if feint worked: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 3, 3) = 12
His profile lists these bonuses as using the regular spear, not the longspear and his sneak attack is listed as 3d6 rather than 2. *shrug*

What? Still up? I didn't finish my move anticipating being killed from those two AoO's! Hahaha. Ah well. One more attack and I'd have fallen anyway. Bye bye, bard!

Stabilization, DC 22: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

HAHAHAAAAA!!!! Of course! One more round and Lem's dead. Impossible to stabilize. Later! Tell my girlfriends that I love them!

[EDIT] Cannot recall if I've used my reroll. Baldwyn's header says I haven't, but can't be sure. Will do a check real quick because this may be a good time for it. *checks* Looks like the only one to use it is Maaarv. So here we go.

Not Dead Yet Shirt Reroll: 1d20 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 2 + 3 = 24

NOT DEAD YET!!!! Stable at -12!

Well, smeg. This is what I get for not looking at the placement of baddies and not moving, hahaha.

Lem decides to take his chances and tumble away from the mudmen, whatever they are.

Tumble: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11
Son of a...!!!

And that was the tale of Lem the Not-A-Halfling Bard...

Bloody hell? Ow!!
Can't look at sheet right now but I'll post something tonight when I get off work.

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"So it would seem I have. But so has everyone else! Everyone! Put this harlot down, with speed my friends, with speed!"

Haste on all allies, continuing bardic performance, 25 rounds remaining

Then where has he gone if he is not so bad to you? Perhaps it will be our council we keep on who is good and who is not. Now, where has he gone?"

With a thoughtful look, Lem breaks into rhyme. "The vizier himself has gone poof / Perhaps he's gone up to the roof. / Regardless we'll stay / To take down this knave / And maybe we'll find your proof." Though terrible in timing and humour, it does inspire everyone to do better against this man to bring him in for questioning... even if only to shut up the bard.

Inspire Courage +2, 26 rounds remain

He then draws his blade.

Ah, I see what's happened... Erm, in a figure of speaking.

Hmmm, bastard either five-foot stepped or it wasn't invisibility. Should have spellcrafted. Ah well.

"That... was supposed to have worked better," Lem says, his confidence almost diminished.

Lem sighs. "Oh please. We are used to your type running away like this!" As he speaks, he retrieves a scroll. Unfurling it, he reads the incantation and points to the point the left of where the vizier was (see cross on map) to avoid catching the Pathfinder in its radius.

Move: Pull scroll of glitterdust.
Standard: Activate.
I believe it's a DC 13 Will save or be blinded. Either way, invisible is outlined.

"He is right. Slavery is quite legal here. Do you not have slaves where your Society is founded? I hear great things about the Slave Pits and Misery Row in the same city of Absalom. Don't fret, though. Poor treatment of a slave usually leads to the tragic misfortune of needing to train a new one from scratch.

"We have but a few questions about your master's whereabouts. We must speak with him on a most urgent matter. Care to aid the law? Or shall we go through more.... 'official' avenues?" he finishes with a glance down at the blade hanging from his hip.

"Tea shall have to wait, I'm afraid. Hmmmm, shall we speak to the vizier or do you know where the master has gone? We are in a slight rush here, you see."

Sense: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18

"My lord, we are here on behalf of the Satrap. Is the sir of the household in? There is a matter we wish to discuss."
Diplo: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 22

He then leans to the others. "If he is not on the up-and-up as you say, it may be wise for someone to cover the other exits."

"Perhaps best to see if anyone is home first?" He makes a knocking gesture.

A scruffy-looking man joins the group, shining his badge of office with pride. With a bow to the officials, he leads the Pathfinders from the room. Once clear of the formal room, "Felicitations! So, off to follow through to try to prove your innocence, eh? Well, good luck with that. In the meantime, let's get this done with. I've got a hot meeting tonight with the stenographer in there."