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Now that the beast is felled, Liath spends some moments shaking her head and getting her bearings. "Mmf. Shocking indeed! I have taken some buffets of note, but that ranks up there.
Aye, Mal, if you have healing to spare, I would take it, to preserve my power for the moment of steel on steel."

Now seems like a good time to realize that all my saves seemed kinda low, and then to realize that I didn't "technically" add in my class base to the total. Corrected! Now let's go make a Reflex save!

Ref Save!: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 ._.

Nope

Liath, proud that she is toeing the battle line with the beast, and so pinning it in place so it can not attack the others and must attack her, tries to dodge the beast's breath, but guesses wrong and finds herself in taking the brunt of the blow.

"Oof," she grunts from the electric blast, before righting herself and standing straight. "Success is commemorated; Failure merely remembered," she states before finishing off the beast.

Attack!: 1d20 + 12 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 12 + 3 + 1 = 31
Damage!: 1d8 + 8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 8 + 3 = 18
Attack!: 1d20 + 12 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 12 + 3 + 1 = 31
Damage!: 1d8 + 8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 8 + 3 = 19

Haste gives AC = 24

"I shall make my penance on the battlefield," Liath states determinedly as she stalks up to the creature, invigorating her weapon with Sacred might. Her power increased, she flays it with her weapon.

Attack!: 1d20 + 12 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 12 + 3 + 1 + 1 = 31
Damage!: 1d8 + 8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 8 + 3 + 1 = 18
Attack!: 1d20 + 12 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 12 + 3 + 1 + 1 = 27
Damage!: 1d8 + 8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 8 + 3 + 1 = 15

Sacred WEapon = 4/5. Haste gives AC = 24

Liath calls upon divine inspiration for Favor, then she imbues her armor, calling upon it for greater glory.

Casting Divine Favor, and activating Sacred Armor. AC = 23

Liath keeps checking the lands about them in relation to the sun, calling upon divine Guidance to keep her on the right path.

Survival!: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 7 + 1 = 17

She also makes sure to keep Created Water on tap and flowing heavily so the party enjoys the coolness magic can bring.

Seeing no further threats or need to stay, Liath evaluates the tactical situation. "We have never had a problem triangulating the position of Evil. Something about heresy makes it draw attention to itself like flies to dung.

I have no qualms about taking an easier path so that we are not taken unawares, and arrive at the battle rested and ready."

Religion!: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

Even Liath is moved by the impressive destructive force of the automaton. "Even the Order's dreadnaughts can not bring such great salvation in short a span of time. You have done thy master honor this day." She puts fist to ample chest and gives Hick a slight bow.

Turning now to the fallen Kephry, Liath approaches her. Solemnly intoning, "Hope is the first step on the road to disappointment," she allows a healing yellow light to infuse the body.

Blessed Empowered CMW!: 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (2, 8) + 6 = 16 = 24 healed.

So, is it too soon to talk about inviting another player to fortify our ranks?

Also, while I, as a player, have at least a moderate, if not great, interest in healing an NPC, Liath, the character, would be cold-hearted enough to take note not to waste resources on someone who is flummoxed by a ranged attacker, and does not have other powers to call upon.

Confound! A ranged flier! ...why am I always making characters that are useless against ranged fliers.... Hey, could everyone keep their hitpoints current? I have a feeling Imma doing a lot of this,

Seeing Malvaline throwing her starknife at the flying devil, Liath races over to her and heals her, so the oracle can continue on keeping up her withering fire.

Cure Mod wounds: 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (5, 6) + 6 = 17

This should put her back to max.

Fort save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Blargh. Am I paralyzed too?

"It's a...corpse?" Liath blurts out, confused. "My first inclination is to smash it, given the nature of our enemy, but seeing as it is not attacking us, even though but partially submerged, I will leave it be for the now.

Still, I trust you do not think me slothful as I stand watch while you unearth it. At the first movement I shall slay it."

True to her word, she stands close, shield held high and flail held back, watching for the first sign undead movement.

Liath swishes the water in her mouth a bit, chewing over the war-bot's statement before swallowing and replying to the autamaton. "While I can accept that you were given a sense of smell in order to better find foul Xenos, that you are allowed to feel such fruitless sensations such as revulsion seems...superfluous. One might hope that thy internal workings might deserve a, ah, 'degradation' once time allows. For efficiency."

That done, she turns to the gnome. "I should wonder what would make it swing about so shockingly, but I hope we find out once we've run our target down."

"Eh? What's that?" Liath questions before taking a pull of tepid water. "You smell something?"

I've come up with an idea that is both easy and not hard.

I've created a spoiler at the top of my character sheet, and I just copy and paste the loot we get to it.

If ANYONE actually picks up/touches any of the loot, I do not include that. That person has the responsibility of keeping track of it.

So, Hick *snicker* since you touched the boots, please write them on your sheet. If they are probably best used by someone else, that other person has the responsibility of asking for them.

I've found that most parties are both altruistic and slow about loot, so, to compensate, I think a first-come first-get system is best for PbP. If you need it, SAY SO. If you're wrong, someone will speak up. If no one speaks up, you must have been right. ^_^

This is not the best system, I admit that, but it is the easiest, and sometimes that counts for something.

If I have any loot unclaimed and we come across a merchants, I'll just sell it and divide the gold. (If someone has obviously gotten more treasure, it's not inconceivable that they'll voluntarily turn down gold for it, because altruistic.)

(Wow, that was a lot longer than I planned. ^_^)

I don't mean to overstep.

Do we have someone keeping a loot log?

"They were an assassination squad, contracting out for some party that very much want us dead," Liath states quite sure of herself as she stuffs the weapons and equipment of the dead men into her pack. "He ran not to save his own skin as much to report on the status of the mission, and that they will need to try again. Probably harder. We would have been better off to kill them all.

We should away."

Liath looks forlornly up. "Alas, no, I did not bring gear sufficient for flight on this mission." She sighs once.

Not worrying to reflect on what she can not change, she bends to and begins searching the corpses.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

"Even a man who has nothing can still offer his life," Liath answers, taking Malavine's question seriously.

Fort save!: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Given the nature of things, I'm not sure that flight would be that useful. Perhaps of moderate use, but only rarely.

Whereas more damage is ALWAYS of use!

"A crossbow. In combat. Surely you people have tactics and strategies so that no foe may best you in battle," Liath spits out sarcastically.

"Tolerance is a sign of weakness," she chants, attacking the man.

Attack!: 1d20 + 12 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 12 + 3 = 35
Confirm?: 1d20 + 12 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 12 + 3 = 35

Damage!: 1d8 + 8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 8 + 3 = 12
Crit Damage!!: 1d8 ⇒ 3 = 15

Yes, Hick, we leveled up just before this fight.

Okay, sweet, was just waiting for that.

Fearing little from a foeman armed with naught but a dagger, Liath turns her flail to more normal swing, seeking to merely slay the man outright.

"Ruthlessness is the kindness of the wise," she chants, granting herself Divine Favor.

Attack!: 1d20 + 12 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 12 + 3 = 22
Damage!: 1d20 + 8 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 8 + 3 = 30

Since he is taking another move action to draw, does that mean he is still prone?

"If you are tough enough to attack us, then I doubt that killed you," Liath spits as she stalks toward the other of the fallen ambushers, taking only the briefest amount of time to pray that Torm grant her armor Grace. "Hence, you are still able to fight. But how well are you able to fight without...that!" she shouts, he flail snaking out like a living thing....

Disarm! (So many bonuses! so...many....: 1d20 + 5 + 5 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 5 + 5 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 32

Swift Action for +1 AC from Sacred Armor for 1 min. If Disarm attempt beats his CMD:

The weapon is TORN from his hand and FLUNG 15 feet back toward Hickle.

"That seams reasonable," Liath nods as she bends down and gathers up one of the smaller bones from their fallen foe and pockets it as a war trophy. "This mission is becoming tangled indeed.

Not that that will stop us."

Screaming with rage and pain and the undead horror takes a massive chunk of flesh from her, Liath pauses but a moment to mutter a prayer of healing, forcing her personal will to infuse the spell with supreme healing power, before returning again to the attack!

Focus for swift action CLW. Healing blessing to maximize = 11hp.

Attack!: 1d20 + 10 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 10 + 3 + 1 = 28
Damage!: 1d8 + 7 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 3 = 13

How long we gonna hold?

Mal, you have Blessing of War. See the note above. It can be...pretty much whatever you want it to be. ^_^

"This is a sign that our enemy will do whatever they care so long as they reach they're goal. We must show no mercy."

With only a moment's pause to mutter a prayer to Imrael, her Angel of Confrontation for success in battle, she emits a blood-curdling scream, and the WarPreistess charges in to GLORIOUS COMBAT, her flail swinging with great power.

Fervor for Divine Favor +3. War Blessing to hit.

Attack!: 1d20 + 10 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 10 + 3 + 1 = 18
Damage!: 1d8 + 7 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 3 = 18

"Gratitude," Liath intones to the injured scribe as they are given access to the Vault. "The fallen shall be forever remembered as Torm's finest," she finishes as way of easing the woman's sorrows.

Liath was eager to come to grips with whatever was down there, but at Malavine's pause, she puts a comforting hand on the woman's shoulder. "It is better for a man to be afraid than happy," she intones solemnly, allowing a martial warmth to fill them both.

Using 2 uses of War Blessing: At 1st level, you can touch an ally and grant it a tactical advantage for 1 minute. At the start of its turn each round, it can select one of the following bonuses: +10 feet to base land speed, +1 dodge bonus to AC, +1 insight bonus on attack rolls, or a +1 luck bonus on saving throws. Each bonus selected lasts for 1 round.

I'll leave this one to someone with a positive charisma. ;)

"Indeed, we've little chance of catching up with our prey, but visiting a library is almost always a good idea. We should, at least, be able to identify exactly who, or what, it is that now has the mask."

Is the gold rain also unavoidable? =3

Actually, I played a game, Eador, that had that. There was some spell that cast that. You got a lot of gold...but there were also some loss of lives from people impaled from falling gold coins, and a general lowering of morale from coins plummeting through peasants' homes. ^_^

"Well, we may as be about it. It does the soul well to know that the wages of evil remain the same."

But where is the experience in peaceful encounters! Oh, wait, as long as there's a promised gold-rain, I guess I'm okay with that.

"Where does the compass point?" Liath asks, filling everyone's waterskins with a Create Water spell so they need not take a chance on whatever filth is floating in the canal.

"We should regain the road. All things equal, I continue to prefer the threat of the bandit to that of the sandworm.

And sand...gets in to everything."

"An interesting tale. You gave aid against a common foe, but found that the enemy of your enemy is not always your friend, and thy good deed went sorely punished.

Aye, though it seems that we make the same error you yourself did, we have our own reseans for hunting the artifact down, so we have no fear of altruism being punsihed," she states as if that is unassailable logic.

"Aye, if we can bring back your wayward leader, we shall do so, but, as my companioon has said, do not think that we will put her safety above our own goal. If acquiring our quarry means her death, we will not jeopardize our own mission for thine. And so, that is simply Fate giving you...a valuable lesson."

Liath turns to the others. "We should away North. Imrael alone knows how much of a head start they have, so we win nothing by tarrying."

"You were recently attack by several people who wore masks?" Liath asks incredulously, not yet lowering her own weapon? "It would seem that we are, if not friends, then at least people who have the same enemies.

Tell us what you know of them and we will be on our way."

Bump?

Anyone wanna try diplomacy or do we just wanna roll initiative?

"Are these friends of yours?" she asks the group, her flail swinging, preparing for combat, but grasping that there isn't really a reason to fight now.

Liath nods at Hickle and steps back. "Mal, once you've completed searching the body, it is going to be shot and then smashed," she says, taking up her flail and making ready.

By this time Liath has climbed down next to Mal.

"Find anything interesting?" she asks, walking up next to her.

Liath peers down the gully. "Are any of you good at climbing? Wait, here, if all of you could assist me, we can tie knots in this rope, and climb down. They may still be alive, or, if not, they may hold clues as to how we died.

Also, does it seem as if the compass points directly at this body?" she asks as she starts tying knots in her rope and looking for somewhere to tie it to.

"Does not the tool seek out all necromantic energy? If so, I say for the desert. Surely the foul city has its share of hedge wizards and odd skeletons guarding whatever bit of claptrap any fool with a black book and a mislaid corpse thought to guard.

But for the now, we might follow the strongest source the compass finds."

Wow! What are the odds??

I stand by my decision to deal with the bandit encounter rather than the sandworm encounter. Bandits have better loot.

That is...entirely sound logic.

"I concur. There is not so much distance between us and the objective that we need to head off beaten trails now."

"Her?" Zelda asks Liath, confused.

"Hmm? With a feminine name like Nebta I assume the villain was a woman. Are you saying that this evil is perpetrated by a man? Hmmmph. I should have known. Still, an unfortunate name, then. He must've gone through hell as a child," Liath states to Zelda before turning to the gnome.

"And if we balance decimation of the world from a never-ending undead horde versus destruction of a single city which would fall to the horde anyway, were it unleashed, then we must take the cold facts, awful as they are, into account.

But I did say that I hope that we did not have to do so. Please do not tell my superiors of my kind and forgiving heart. The Order would never let me hear the end of it. Ach, if Brother Attero heard such talk he'd say I'd gone soft...."

Great Jabba the Hutt you're right! Yap, didn't even recall that.

Okay, yeah, I'm reading the rules right now (Man, that ABP is a great idea. Whoever made sure that you guys did that really had a lot on the ball. =)

Okay, I'll get rid of things. Many, many things. ^_^