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Ah, my apologies for being so engrossed in other tasks that I nearly overlooked the game... I feel like I don't suit forum games that much. Sorry once more for that. You did an excellent job as the gm.

The tengu glances at his smoking blade, then turns his head towards the flickering flames nearby the Black Molly awkwardly, and nonetheless resolves to unleash his attack.
◆Stride
◆Hunt Prey
◆Strike at white with flank:
Strike: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
Damage:
Damage, Slashing +1 fire: 1d8 + 4 + 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 4 + (6) + 1 = 12

poor bird got good at none of those, rip.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

The tengu consumes a potion and readies his sword, trying to transfer his focus and withstand the searing pain. As the pain persists, questions swarm his thoughts, and he struggles to recall any location known as "China" in Tian Xia. It dawns on him that perhaps this enigmatic place lies within Avistan, a region he has yet to explore. The vastness of the world and the seemingly infinite knowledge prompts him to consider asking the Pathfinder organization where this "China" is after this journey.

Gathering materials with a sense of urgency, Lius sets to work assembling a rudimentary contraption that relies on his own weight and strength to counterbalance the force of the leaps to aid his pals. He clumsily ties the ropes to the ceiling beams, creating a somewhat stable anchor point.

Healing: 1d8 ⇒ 3

Athletics Aid: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

With his life hanging in the balance, the tengu summons his strength to evade the onslaught from the kettle. The fear of death may not deter him, but the prospect of becoming boiled chicken soup certainly adds urgency to his efforts. Channeling his concentration, he brandishes his sword and delivers a strike against the menacing kitchen tool.
◆Hunt Prey
◆Gravity Weapon
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Strike: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
Damage,S, Precision, Status, Fire: 1d8 + 4 + 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 4 + (1) + 2 + 1 = 9

The tengu, having received no aid of healing after his encounter with the whirling fountain, now finds himself in a precarious situation as he barely survives the lethal blow from a kettle. Gritting his beak against the searing pain that courses through his body, he fixes his gaze upon the goat, carefully studying its joints, attempts to deliver a precise, flaming sword strike.

◆Hunt Prey
◆Concentrate Smoking Sword
◆Strike: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23
Damage,S,Precision,Fire: 1d8 + 4 + 1d8 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 4 + (4) + (4) = 17

Liu dashes toward the kitchen, intent on maneuvers to tumble the roast to the ground, letting it cool down a bit.
◆Stride
◆Stride
◆Trip
Athletics,with item: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31

The Tengu tries to hold the pain from sheer force.

Grappling the remaining tier if Qen did succeed.

Grapple: 1d20 + 10 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 10 - 2 = 21

"I must admit I do not lean towards such fermented brews. Yet, to witness this valuable nectar staining the surroundings, fills me with a sense of sorrow, about our pocket. May I inquire as to who could be the creator of this ill-conceived apparatus?"

◆ Stride

◆ Grapple: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

"Esteemed friends, I've spotted a curious figure in our midst—a Qadiran man with brown antlers, dressed in noble clothing. His face showed anger, but he disappeared quickly. Could he possibly be Kendesh, angered upon hearing Khayrat's name? I am not quite sure."

Liu Qing, sighs for the need for a more engaging approach, steps into the entry hall, and performs an entertaining version of Bajiquan with exaggerated strike and stereotypical parry.

Upon the conclusion of his demonstration, the tengu approaches a group of guests, his beak curving into a polite, inquisitive smile. "Esteemed guests, I hope you found my humble presentation enjoyable. I seek knowledge about a certain individual, Kendesh. Perhaps you've heard of this person?"

Athletics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

Cloaked in a well-worn silk robe from a distant eastern land, adorned with subtle floral patterns, the tengu scans the lively gathering, searching for a familiar face among the crowd. Spotting a group wearing wayfinder, he approaches them with a hold-fist etiquette. "Esteemed comrades, I am Liu Qing."

After exchanging greetings, Liu stands nearby, observing his surroundings. His feathered talons play with the sword sheath absentmindedly, when suddenly, a wisp of smoke leaks from it. With a swift motion, Liu snaps the sheath closed and casts a sheepish grin, pretending as if nothing unusual had occurred.

Door Prize: 1d20 ⇒ 6

We have a winner!

litteole wrote:

Mhhh, am I too late to join the game?

If you joined via the Outpost Spreadsheet, then you're in. Please complete the Macros/Slides and fill in the RPG Chronicles info.

Thanks, and, done.