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Yeah Lizbeth will chip in. I've had characters die and people chip in, only fair. The time i had to pay on my own was expensive.

Picking up Eramos' dead body, Lizbeth leaves Mavaro to his thoughtful work, anger simmering inside her at the death of her new friend. Chiding hersef for being unprepared for the Vampire, Lizbeth shakes it off and decides next time she won't be taken for a fool.

"Back to the Sages then, now our work is done." she says breezily.

Back at the lodge, Lizbeth ensures Eramos is taken to the Society clerics to be raised as his soul wills and then makes their way to Captain Dreng for a debrief. "Cheers Cap'n, glad to be of service! It was lovely to meet you all and I thoroughly look forward to causing trouble with you again!" Her gaze lingers on Urshala before she spins on her heel and walks to the docks with a sway in her hips.

Cheers all!

Spite?

fort: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29

Easily shrugging off the atunning noise, Lizbeth decides to wait to see what happens next as she hears the enemy spellcaster run away from them. Smiling broadly at the raging brute ahead of her she whispers.

"Your fellows lie dead and your boss flees like a cur. Go now or join your friends." Venom lacing her words.

intimidate: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

The enemy gets all the boons! ;p. Well done

Hearing a sickening thud near to her, Lizbeth shudders and keeps up her attacks on the thug wearing Orange, they needed to finish of these thugs so they could get to the spellcaster beyond.

"Everything ok?" she calls out in the darkness.

flurry: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18 for damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

miss: 1d100 ⇒ 55

flurry: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15 for damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

miss: 1d100 ⇒ 74

flurry: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27 for damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

miss: 1d100 ⇒ 82

FORT: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Only just managing to shake of the booming noise in her mind, Lizbeth keeps her rage goinf as she strikes out at her foe in red, atill cramped by the doorway and trying to punch around the corner. This needed to end quickly, before the Enemy spellcaster ruined them.

Flurry: 1d20 + 12 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 12 - 2 = 20 for damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Miss chance, 51+: 1d100 ⇒ 13

Flurry: 1d20 + 12 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 12 - 2 = 22 for damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Miss chance, 51+: 1d100 ⇒ 79

Flurry: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 7 - 2 = 21 for damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Miss chance, 51+: 1d100 ⇒ 40

Yeah, I thought I had one...

will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Shaken by the spell, Lizbeth's anger pushes to the fore and she strikes out wildly at the Red thug around the corner.

Strike, flurry: 1d20 + 12 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 12 - 2 = 13 for damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Miss chance, 51+: 1d100 ⇒ 90

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Strike, flurry: 1d20 + 12 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 12 - 2 = 28 for damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Miss chance, 51+: 1d100 ⇒ 2

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Strike, flurry: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 7 - 2 = 6 for damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Miss chance, 51+: 1d100 ⇒ 7

No, I meant to roll Miss chance, but assumed I'd missed anyway as the highest is a 14 with cover;p. My bad

Miss chance 1 51+ hits : 1d100 ⇒ 63

Miss chance 2 51+ hits : 1d100 ⇒ 31

Miss chance 3 51+ hits : 1d100 ⇒ 25

Taking a step back to allow Eramos to rush in, Lizbeth keeps the wall to her side as the room blackens, snarling at the irritance. Unable to see well in this mausoleum, she strikes out in rage, striking the mercenary in red that was tackling Urshala.

5' step, full attack with piranha strike. On red so round the corner, cover not included

Piranha strike: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12 for damage: 1d6 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

Piranha strike: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16 for damage: 1d6 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15

Piranha strike: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18 for damage: 1d6 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13

Laughing as the men fumble in their blindness, Lizbeth takes a step back and quickly begins to cast a spell. Opening her mouth in a roar, flames erupt from the Vishkanya to wash over the four thugs.

Concentration, dc 17: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Concentration, reroll + 2 dc 17: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18

5' step back, cast burning hands to wash over all of the thugs. Reflex DC 15

fire damage: 4d4 ⇒ (2, 1, 4, 1) = 8

As Red's glitter show settles over the thugs, Lizbeth gives a piercing laugh! "You really know how to party Red! Poor boys, glitter gets everywhere you know! Will be cleaning it out of your drawers for weeks!" she calls to half orcs. Rolling her shoulders, the Eagle Knight aets her stance low and brings her hands up like the claws of a great beast, mimicking the fighting style of the great Wyrms.

Her eyes then focus as she fuels her anger and her fingers shift into actual draconian claws and her skin hardens into scales. Leaping forwards, she strikes at the Thug in a clashing orange silk shirt.

"So not your colour!" she laughs.

Swift. For Dragon style, then free for Dex based Urban rage. Move towards orange (on my phone if someone could kindly move my token) then attack with stunning fist.

Rage, Piranha strike: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 9 + 2 = 29 for Non lethaldamage: 1d6 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 9 + 2 = 14

DC 17 Fort or Stunned

Looking sideways at Red as the spiders crawled from his throat and onto the trap, Lizbeth finds herself shuddering involuntarily. Rolling her shoulders and cracking her knuckles, the Eagle Knight, begins to move forwards once her allies had confirmed the trap's demise. Stepping over crawling vermin, she shook her head as she stalked forwards.

"Well, that looked nasty, ready friends?" she whispers behind her.

stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29

Dayjob, Dance: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20

Info updated ^^

"Well we seem to have found the ransacked tomb." Lizbeth keeps her voice low as they creep through the sewers. "But no body? And why is there an osirion style tomb in Abalom's sewers." She shrugs at her questions, knowing they will likely need to beat the answers out of someone.

"Right, let us get the amulets back eh?"

Groaning good naturedly at Red's terrible jole, Lizbeth slaps the Tiefling on the shoulder and sets off with a smile. Before heading into the sewers, however, the Eaglr Knight draws forth a slender ivory wand and acrivates it, causing her skin to shimmer with near-invisible armour before it then fades completely.

"Ready Boys n Girls!" she laughs as they drop into the sewers, making sure she had her boots on. "Let's be quiet like eh?"

As they come across the wall, Lizbeth checks it over for signs of traps or danger as Mavaro begins to take it down.

perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12

Confident she helps out the man.

Shrugging, but glad the crowd decided to leave anyway, Lizbeth gives the 'honest merchant' a sarcastic smile as her left fist clenches tightly. Good, cause I might have clocked 'em one... she thinks bitterly as the crook flees them. Spinning on her heel, the smile is immediately back as they discuss their next move.

"I will go ask around too to see if anyone has heard of Vonraig I guess, or about any strange findings in the sewers around that part of town."

diplomacy, gather info: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 22

Wincing slightly at the noise caused by their mark, Lizbeth turns to the crowd with a smile and tries to get them to disperse and mind their own business. With her back to the group, Lizbeth begins to speak, hoping to woo the market gathering.

"Nothing to see here folks! The Eagle Knights kindly bid you carry on with your day as we question this man. I hear the fruit seller over there has a great deal on fresh plums!" She speaks loudly, her voice easily carrying.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (10) + 15 = 25

"Hmm, the Vendor gave us some quip about mummy's curses from across the sea?" Lizbeth says uncertainly, standing up and brushing the dust from their uniform before nodding to the sage. "Right! Let us be off, i am sure we can follow the trail of amulets to meet our vendor and 'convince' him."

Prepared, Lizbeth starts off towards tge town, asking around for signs of their vendor to try and get answers for the Sapphire sage.

diplomacy, gather info: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17

sense motve: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12

Smiling broadly, Lizbeth fishes out for a share int he amulet and hands over the gold pieces with Red. Taking the amulet in hand, the Eagle Knight turns the amulet over in her hands to better inspect their prize.

"Ooh, which far off land would this be? The Shackles? Iabaria?" she asks, genuinely intrigued.

Eyeing the amulet, Lizbeth lets her fingers slide softly across the chain and her eyes light up at the simple beauty of it. Smilig warmly to the seller, Lizbeth makes a show of examing the piece, though she hardly knows its worth until advised and then makes a pass at haggling.

"A wonderful piece, where does it come from? The silver is nice but without the pedigree it might not see its worth. 15 gold?" she asks.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28

Back from New Zealand and poor internet, normal service shall resume

Brushing herswlf off and aighing at her bruised knuckles from punching the Wizard's stone-like skin, Lizbeth floats down to join Guaril and the others, helping carry people out of the water should they need the hand. Smiling and bowing to the Sczarni gangster, Lizbeth laughs softly at his joke regarding blood.

"I am glad you still stand Karela! Been a long time since I showed up at the pickled imp to assist you eh? Time flies no mistake." she greets him warmly and, activating her wand, allows the venture-captain to slowly heal his wounds. "Glad you have come to an arrangement and yes Aaqir led us to your little poem so we just happened to be in the right place."

After they are done, Lizbeth takes some time to get a strong drink and listen to the rumours about town.

diplo, gather info: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15

"Poor choice!" Lizbeth growls, letting her anger at the wizard's stubbornness overpower her and unleash her blood's potential. Suddenly, the Vishkanya's eyes shift to take on a draconian aspect and he fingers lengthen into claws. Taking a step forwards, the eagle knight lashes out rapidly to strike the enemy assassin.

Urban bloodrage (+4 dex). Dragon style as a swift then 5' step and full round

flurry, rage, pirahna strike: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23 for damage: 1d6 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

flurry, rage, pirahna strike: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11 for damage: 1d6 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

flurry, rage, pirahna strike: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25 for damage: 1d6 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

flurry, rage, pirahna strike, confirm 3rd: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8 for Extra damage: 1d6 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

Oh We posted within minutes so I missed your last post... I will have kept the same action and moved adjacent to the Wizard.

Hearing the splash, Lizbeth is relieved to see Urshala dive in to rescue their ally. Finally knocking back the potion in her hands, the Bloodrager takes to the air and flies into the cloud where she saw Eramos fall from and seeks out the enemy wizard.

"I wish you would have simply surrendered." she sighs as she closes in.

Standard to drink then fly up to 60' towards the Wizard.

Could someone please move me towards the front of the ship from last turn. Thanks ^^

Unable to see their last Assassin or anything else amiss with the situation, Lizbeth glances over to Karela to see him alive and well and so holds ready to act should something drastically change.

Delay

Cool, got it! I knew i recognised the character name!

Sorry guys, I have been unwell and time to update hasn't been great for me so i have let everything slip. Caught up now and will try to post over my holiday. Will be at Paizocon Oz from Friday so will be quiet then!

Evasion, so no damage if I passed the reflex save. Can't move my token but will move 40' to the proe of the ship, avoiding the cloud.

Rushing towards the cloud, Lizbeth takes out a flask and prepares to drink it should their prey become visible, which will allow her to take to the air to chase the cowardly assassin down for questioning, seeing how the others had already fallen. Wishing she had acted quicker, the Eagle Knight clenches her fists and shouts.

"Should you surrender now, I will see your fate is not the same as your compatriots! You have failed and Karela lives!"

As the Abadarian turns their back, Lizbeth bites their lip slightly, unsure exactly whay to so but knowing she needed to act to resolve the situation. Matching the clergy's stride easily, she smiles sweetly and decides to go with flattery and respect of authority.

"Your Holiness, I am sorry but whay is your name? For the Report you see. My name is Sir Eliza of the Knights of Andoran." She begins, at least getting some information, "Forgive my colleague but I fear their intent wasn't clear. We are trying to catch this criminal and have found detaila that his bank deposit includes clues to his ill deeds. 'The Law Waits for No Man', surely your Lord would look kindly on bringing this Lawbreaker to Justice? The Church of Anadar and the Eagle Knights have always been fast allies have they not? We do not seek to confiscate at this juncture, but would need to see the contents to ensure they are what we fear, you can of course accompany us as a representative of your Church."

diplomacy: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (19) + 15 = 34

"So" Lizbeth begins with a conspiratorial whisper as she takea a drink from a mug of fresh juice in the early morning breeze. She had taken the time to dress in her usual battered outfit and he hair was once more a wild mane, barely contained. "Are we to waltz in all official like and demand access with the warrant? Or we gonna smooth talk our way to the lockbox? As it was late I doubt the gent has got here first so we have the element of surprise. I am happy to talk sweetly!"

Lizbeth shrugs and smiles. "Sure! let us be off to the bank then! Ermm, I might need to grab some shoes..." Lizbeth smiles sheepishly as she looks at her bare feet and grubby trousers. Whistling a soft tune as they go, the Vishkanya smiles at how well this is all going!

As they leave out through the abandoned house, Lizbeth breathes a sigh as they manage to escape without too much issue. Sure, their quarry got away but what else could they have done. Thinking it over, the Vishkanya shrugs, the contents of the Drawer now split between her allies to look less suspicious.

"Why don't we hand it to the Major and see if he has any contacts? Unless the good Cap'n here is good at impersonating the man and we can use some of these for identification?"

"I agree, in the interest of completeness we must check the wine cellar! And maybe 'sample' a few for evidence." Lizbeth jokes as she drops down into the Cellar below the kitchen. Browsing around she looks for something expensive to drink whilst the others look for clues...

Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5

With the dog safely behind the locked door after its all too brief nap, Lizbeth collects the drawer stuffed with paper work and transfers as much as she can to her backpack before joining the others, taking the opportunity to slide down the polished bannister!

Arriving in the kitchen, Lizbeth smiles at the find and goes to ork on the trapdoor should any traps or locks reveal themselves to Mavaro's in-depth study.

Disable device, Traps if needed: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (16) + 14 = 30

Second disable device if needed for lock: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 14 = 25

Frowning at the warning, Lizbeth simply takes the draw out of the desk and carries it with her for now. If needs be, she could always kick somone if they go the jump on her. Shutting the door to the study behind her, the Vishkanya works on locking it so the Dog can't be unleashed on them unawares.

disable device: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (12) + 14 = 26

With the dog silenced, Lizbeth begins to softly dart up the stairs, her bare feet making it easier to move soundlessly across the well appointed rooms. "Surely an office will hold documents as evidence? The dog might have been guarding them." she whispers back to Red as she makes it to the first floor and heads towards the closest door. With her tools ready, she awaits Urshula's keen eyes to reveal any traps before them.

disable device if needed: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29

As they rush in and close the door softly behind them, Lizbeth whispers to Red across their magic link, her voice betraying the exhilaration she feels at breaking into the noble's manse.

"We're in Red, any movement? We will head up to the room with the lights on." She confirms, before looking around briefly and heading towards the oaken staircase, keeping pace with the keen eyed Urshula so that she can be warned over any traps set for them.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Lizbeth quickly starts to work on the lock to the gates, knowing they need to get in quickly before they are noticed.

Disable device: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27

"Once its open, move quick guys and girls!" she whispers.

Stretching her nimble fingers, Lizbeth looks round to make sure they aren't being watched from the street before focusing on the trap mechanism before them. Sighing softly, the Vishkanya expertly slides a few tools into her delicate fingers and gets to work, first softly trying the mechanism to work out her margin of error, before trying in earnest to disable to contraption.

Disable device: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20

Eyes narrowing against the darkness, she finds the mechanisms tricky as she tries desperately to slow her breathing.

Hearing Red's message, Lizbeth frowns at the news. She hoped they weren't too late, but it was also likely that the snake got a tip off about the raid despite the Major's plans. Setting off after Ursula, the Vishkanya saunters to not draw much more attention than normal, though with her training she is quicker than her allies.

"Keep your guard up there Red, this may be a sting for the Major and we get caught."

"Just be careful not to give the game away! Flying Devils tend to scare off even the most pious of Andorans..." Lizbeth chuckles, making sure her tools are ready to set off as Red goes to scout the location.

Saluting the Major and making sure to take the warrant, Lizbeth leaves her dress Jacket and mask at the dinner table along with her well polished boots. "Keep an eye on 'em Boss!" she giggles before sauntering off through the streets towards the home of their quarry. As they begin to case the joint, Lizbeth sighs and ponders.

"Y'see, i've got the magic touch that make just about anything open up, but spotting them has always been my issue." She reponds to Urshala with a dirty laugh, "We would make a wonderful team, nothing would be safe!"

Joining Red, Lizbeth uses a wand from a sheath strapped to her leg to coat herself in glowing armour. Then, checking she has her picks she smiles.

"I can also move as quietly as a mouse."

Staying polite-fully silent throughout the service, Lizbeth is as bored as she feared she would be. At least thy had the fascinating Magnimarian juggler to keep them company and spin a few tales about life in the Varisian city. Bidding him farewell, Lizbeth stops off at her dorm to collect her fancy new dress uniform and matching mask before making their way to the Buttered Reefclaw for her 'date with a major'.

Smiling as they guided to the table, Lizbeth sits in a seat opposite the Major, giving him a rather casual salute as she does so. "Sir Elizia Kithaniel reporting Sir!"

Immediately ordering a fine red from the menu, she ponders what to order for dinner.

Enjoying the praise of her adoring fans, Lizbeth bows low as Red lands her safely and then gives the Tiefling a quick hug before heading off in search of fine drink and an even finer lady to woo. As the party begins to dull she hears what is to be next and drains her drink. She would definitely need it to get through such a low affair.

Dropping back in with her companions,slightly flushed and exhilirated, Lizbeth throws her arms around Urshala's shoulders. "So Cap'n we off?"

I think together is the best way, at least at the start.

Seeing how the function was informal, Lizbeth forgoes wearing her new dress uniform for the moment but does don a clean outfit fit for such a gathering. With high polished black boots over tight blue trousers and a swordsman's ruffled white shirt, a dark blue cloth wrap around her stomach and soft gloves finish the look. Lizbeth looks exactly like a noble pirate from a fancy tale and she enjoys the attention.

"No idea! I'll ask around. Might also find someworthy marks eh?"

gather info: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23

As realisation dawns upon her, Lizbeth looks for a suitable open space and begins to show off her own talents. Taking a deep bow, Lizbeth begins a slow, graceful dance, her body twisting and turning as she performs, getting quicker and quicker as time goes on until she is twirling and leaping in an acrobatic display.

perform dance: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29

"I know right? I haven't seem him in a long time, and then it was brief." Lizbeth turns to the friendly Maarvo. "Good job I just got a fresh dress uniform made!"

Returning to her bunk, Lizbeth stops as she spies the letter, a tad deflated at her lack of dance. Reading the note she beams and rushes to tell Urshala, bursting into her room in excitement.

"We have a date with a Major!" she explains, handing over the letter. "And we are all invited!"

Ha! I can't believe I did that. I even read the 'Milky eyes' comment and thought it sounded odd for Valsin! Oh well.

"Oh, I love a good shindig mi' dear, yet I haven't been to a fine ball before so will have to avoid looking an oaf. I know plenty of dances though!" She replies with a good-natured smile, "Just don't take so long deciding who to be that you are tardy!"

Deciding to mingle a little too before rushing off shopping, Lizbeth tries to get a connection- and a fine lady to dance with for tomorrow's festivites.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23

Smiling and chatting up anyone she can, Lizbeth decides it would be best to acquire a new Uniform that isn't threadbare and worn. Heading off to the Liberty's edge office within the Grand Lodge she smiles sweetly and asks nicely, eventually getting one promised for tomorrow.

"Ladies love a Uniform!" she laughs. She also purchases a fine golden eagle mask, in order to cover the warped scales around her eyes, yet still fit in with her new outfit.

Sighing as Valsin takes a stand ont he stool, Lizbeth prepares herself for another gruelling challenge from the Venture Captain. Would it be Demons from the Wound? Duergar in the depths of the Darklands? Or even Drakes in Mwa- "A party?! We have been gathered here for a party?!" she blurts out incredulously as he reveals their purpose for gathering here. Smiling broadly, the Vishkanya knocks back more of her pilfered wine as she thinks about the possibilities opening up before the group.

Hopping to her feet as Ambrus makes his way towards them on his grand tour, Lizbeth darts in for a cheeky hug before stepping back and throwing out her hand for the Captain to shake. "A pleasure sir!" she beams, "May I say you have always been my favourite Captain! So, any ideas on who the favourites are? Want us to rub elbows with 'em?"