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Thank you Uktar! I had a great time!

Thank you to everyone for making this a fun and memorable module!

"What? Ah! It's raining fire!" Leppin shouts as he tries to duck under the counter.

Reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

"Whew!" he sighs as he pats out the flames on his clothes. "I'm fire resistant! Still stings a bit..."

Inspire Courage: +1/+1

Leppin hops up and down behind the counter. "She is going to be very hard to find!"

He whistles an haunting little tune and then gestures at one of the bottles of perfume, knocking it onto the floor.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Move: Active search for signs of opponent
Standard: Cast mage hand

"Fire bomb the door! Clearly, that's where she's headed," Leppin offers in an attempt to be clever and strategic.

Leppin moves through the door and into the corner behind the counter.

"If she's not a vampire, maybe she's a werewolf!"

Double Move

Leppin continues his slow climb up the ladder. "This... this is very far to climb. Whew."

Double Move Climb at Quarter Speed (DC 0): Minimum Roll 0

Leppin shrugs and makes his way up the ladder at a cautious pace.

Minimum on a Climb check is 0.

”Could be,” Leppin replies. ”Especially if that is where they keep their attack bear. Though how would they get it up the ladders?”

"So... we're just going to leave this door here?" Leppin asks, puzzled.

"I don't know," Leppin says. "I don't think it's an exit unless it leads into the water."

Leppin moves just inside the hallway door and invokes a quick glamour.

"What? We take out all of the important folk and all that's left is the lazy grunts?," he projects. "Oh, sure, now the guards show up."

The sound of several people clamoring down the shaft can be heard form inside the thieves' room.

Ghost Sound. Will vs. DC 14 to disbelieve.

Bluff: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

"You didn't realize that, Patros?" Leppin says with eyes wide in surprise. "I thought you would have figured that out from the hooligan that looked like you murdering folks back at the estate. Who's Robella?"

It's all here.

Day Job rolled 25 (18+7)
Scarab Sages
Normal Track

"Is there anything in the haversack?" Leppin asks, bouncing next to Brin.

"We're getting closer to something useful," Leppin says encouragingly.

"Disturbing but not evidence," Leppin says as the interrogation room is revealed. "Onward to justice!"

Leppin is currently carrying an oil lamp: normal light 15' radius

"Ow. Watch my foot."

Leppin uses a tinder twig to light a simple oil lamp and then tries the door to his left.

Leppin climbs down into the hidden cellar. "Wow. This was a lot bigger than I expected."

He presses an ear against the door to his left.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

"Now that we've corked or brained everyone in here, we should look in those hidden doors on the floor," Leppin suggests, sling his bow back over his shoulder and returning the arrow to his quiver.

"What? The villains are literally coming out of the woodwork to battle us now!" Leppin shouts in wry exasperation. "Is the mastermind a termite?"

Standard: Inspiring Courage (+1/+1)
Move: Move 10 ft for better LOS for shooting

"Well, this was all rather bloody and violent," Leppin says. "Where do you suppose he was going?"

Leppin hustles around the shelves and readies his little blade in case the tiny oozlings creep closer.

Lingering Performance Round 1 of 2

I believe Tiny can still take half damage from S/P weapons and full from B, right?

"Slime swarms? What are they doing with jars full of slime?" Leppin asks rhetorically as he moves around the shelves in the warehouse. "Don't worry, even if Wisp starts staring at his navel, these buggers will go down as quickly as the last."

Inspiring Courage: +1 attack/+1 damage

"I thought we were here to find evidence not execute everyone," Leppin murmurs as he steps over the corked skull of the warehouse worker.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

"What's that?"

"Might come in handy," Leppin says as he swipes the tanglefoot bag off of the corpse.

The gnome moves into the file room and begins to search for clues. "This might take a while."

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

Leppin reaches over and opens the door. He holds his small blade ready should an enemy emerge.

Leppin pulls out a small sword and moves next to the door through which the ruffian just peaked.

Leppin hops over to the cabinet. "Storage. Do you mind if we take a look around? Oh, fiddlesticks."

"Why don't we try walking in the front door?" Leppin suggests.

At the Manor...

Leppin sticks his head out from the children's doorway. "Ah. Would you all mind, um, covering up the casualties before we bring the children down? No reason the tots need to be seeing this sort of thing."

On the way to the Office...

"I can make use of that wand if we're in need of it," the gnome offers helpfully. "...and me and my beautiful red hair will stay with the others this time."

Leppin begins climbing up the rope to the children's room. He looks over his shoulder and says to elf-blooded archer, "Even if he doesn't confess, it's a matter of appearance. We show up with a captured villain we claim is responsible for the murders or we show up with a dead citizen who can't refute us that we claim is responsible for the murders. I'll take my chances with the sheriff believing us over him. Not to mention, the mob wants justice, and they won't get it with a corpse."

He pauses midway up the rope. "Oh, Patros, you should probably wait outside with the captives."

With that, he finishes scurrying up the rope and tumbles amusingly into the children's room. "Sorry you had to hear all that," he says to the children. "I know you're scared and confused."

He kneels down and makes one of their dolls dance using a simple cantrip. "We're not here to hurt you. We came to chase away the bad men. Will you stay here with me while my friends look for your mother and father?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

"Do you have any idea how futile it is now?" Leppin says to the brigand. "You're flailing your swords around in the air, standing in a pool of cooking grease, with a big, red, incriminating rune on your face. Even if you somehow escape, if you don't kill every single one of us, the sheriff is going to find you."

Mocking Performance, Will vs. DC 13

"He has to be able to confess," Leppin exclaims when Mythryndyr lauches another deadly shot. "Otherwise, he's just some guy we murdered and claim was the mastermind!"

Acrobatics vs. CMD: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Leppin feints left and then quickly somersaults to the right. Quickly standing, he scurries to a position under the tree and pulls out a small burlap package. He speaks a quick limerick, the package disappears, and a wide pool of grease appears underneath the branded bandit.

"Don't kill him!"

Reflex vs. DC 14 or fall prone. Other terrain effects.

Moved you, Patros. Can't run (i.e. triple move) and turn corners.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

"My apologies, children," Leppin says as he scrambles onto the window sill. "The villain is getting away. We will return to make sure you're safe."

He then lowers himself off of the ledge and drops to the ground beside the manor wall, wobbling as he just barely manages to avoid injury.

The gnome then makes a complex sign with his hand and smacks the prone brigand, attempting to mark the man's face with a fiery red arcane sigil.

Melee Touch Attack: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 = 15

Leppin scrambles over to the bed and climbs onto the window. He reaches into a pouch and pulls out a handful of tiny tarts (likely stale) and a feather. "Hey! Did you hear the one about the chicken who flew out the window?" he shouts down at the rogue while tossing the tarts at him.

Will DC 15 vs. Hideous Laughter for 1 round.

"Don't worry, children," he says, flashing them a wide grin before turning his attention back to the escaping mastermind.

Lingering Performance Round 2 of 2

Leppin scrambles over to the door that just shuts and opens it.

Lingering Performance Round 1 of 2

"I can't see where he went!" Leppin shouts.

He scrambles over the statuesque Brinshandyr. "Sorry, Brin. Thanks for the boost," he comments as he uses the man's shoulder as a spring board and hustles up the stairs, rolling to the east just before he gets to the top.

"But have you guys heard the one..."

That was all just fluff for a double move. Free action continue bardic performance.

Leppin breaks from his hiding place to the relative protection of Brinshandyr-the-statue and Mythryndyr. There he begins to spout a series of amusing limericks to bolster his allies courage.

Inspire Courage: +1/+1

Leppin runs into the southeast corner of the foyer and hides behind a chair.

Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19

Leppin skips over to stand to the side of the door.

"Ready when you are," he says in an exaggerated whisper.

Mage Hand doesn't let me 'use' things, merely pick them up and move them. I couldn't attack with a dagger using Mage Hand, so I wouldn't dare try to cut a rope. Paper door? Maybe.

Woot!: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Boon?: 1d20 ⇒ 19

Scarab Sages
Perform (Comedy) Day Job: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

"That sounds fine, if a bit overly cautious," Leppin says. "You don't want to charge through the front door like dashing heroes?"

Leppin strolls over to the fallen man. "Are we sure we want to rouse and question him now? It looks like someone else is in the house. They might come down at any moment, or he might shout out a warning."

What did you take burn for?

Leppin darts quickly from shrub to shrub as he follows the archer.

Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15 Curse my beautiful flame-red hair!
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

"Ah, sheriff," Leppin says hesitantly, "You might have a bit of trouble arresting the sphinx."

He leans in conspiratorially and whispers, "Can you keep a secret?"

Assuming the sheriff answers in the affirmative, "There is no sphinx, so there will be nothing to put in your cage."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

"The way Filton was killed is in the style of an old Korvosan guild punishment," Leppin informs the others.