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Moderate Healing potion

Lokaloka accepts the elixir of life and hands him a pickle with a bite in it in gratitude. "This pickle good!" she beams.

A small green body detaches herself from nearby shadows and walks up to the Pathfinders, munching a pickle.

"Oh hullo. Yous must be the Paffinders I's was asked to meet." Seeing a familiar face, she walks up to Jaxon with a wide smile. "Looks like we's partners again. Pickle?"

Turning to the rest of the Pathfinders, she bows, "I's Lokaloka. Nice to meet you all!" She turns to each one and offers them a dripping green object. "Pickle?"

Congrats! Nice game everyone!

Looks good! Thanks GM!

Lokaloka agrees, though she appears a bit disgruntled after having to pay an exorbitant dry cleaning bill... "I's wash Longshanks clothes in pickle juice. Never goes wrong before!"

Lokaloka runs up to Don Jurri and heals him.

Soothe, Rank 3: 3d10 + 12 ⇒ (5, 9, 1) + 12 = 27

"Yous better?" she asks, before handing him something green and dripping. "Pickle?"

She has 1 more 3rd level slot. Haste available to anyone who needs it.

ARGH... I forgot she was hasted... Or else I could have moved closer, had the skull bite Mother Forsythe before self-destructing!!

Lokaloka sustains her spell and sends her flying head at Mother Forsythe.

"You no hurts Paffinders, you bad longshank!! Flying head go BOOM!"

Final Sacrifice, Fire Damage, DC 21 Reflex, 20' Burst w/in 120 feet, CA: 6d6 + 1 ⇒ (2, 3, 6, 3, 2, 4) + 1 = 21

She watches as Don Jurri covers up as much as he can.

"I's heals you afterwards!!" she promises

◆ Sustain Spell (command skull to fly up to Mother Forsythe)
◆◆ BOOM!

You ok with splash, Jaxon?

Lokaloka,

I have a "blow up undead" character too.

But ask yourself - is one basic reflex save worth off-setting multiple martials getting their best attacks in?

=)

True -- but concealment/hidden is irrelevant if a bomb goes off in your vicinity :)

Plus I don't get to use that spell often enough :)

"Don Jurri! Yous hangs on! Trusts me!"

Lokaloka moves forward and starts chanting in a harsh language. With a pop, a flying head materializes beside her. "Yous stays close."

Lokaloka calls to her friends "Groggg, Simon, Zhao Kang! Yous moves away. Uses only far attack. I's takes care of bad longshanks. Theys no hurt Paffinders no more!!"

◆ Stride (Quickened action)
◆◆◆ Summon Undead

Muttering some words, Lokaloka suddenly appears quicker. She then moves to the doorway.

◆◆ Haste
◆ Stride

Lokaloka lit her Wayfinder so there should be some light in the courtyard...

"Yous leave Mother Forsythe to me! I's deal!" Lokaloka proclaims.

At once, Lokaloka raises her pipes to her lips and plays a lively tune to inspire her companions.

Performance, Wind Instruments(Virtuosic), Maestro's Instrument: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (16) + 15 = 31 That's probably a crit for lvl 5?

"Too dark for longshanks. Needs light!"

She lights her Wayfinder.

Assuming she can see Blue... (i.e. the door's open)

She then plays a small ditty on her pipes and breaks in to song, hoping to distract blue. (hoping Grogg joins in and they have the duet from hell! :))

"Goblins chew and goblins bite, Goblins cut and goblins fight, Stab the dog and cut the horse, Goblins eat and take by force! Goblins race and goblins jump, Goblins slash and goblins bump, Burn the skin and mash the head, Goblins here and you be dead!"

Performance(E); Goblin Song vs Blue's Will DC: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21

Goblin Song

◆ Courageous Anthem
◇ Lingering Composition
◆ Light (wayfinder)
◆ Goblin Song

do we need Mother Forsythe alive? :)

Darkvision here so light isn't an issue. Do we need them alive?

Lokaloka plays a tune to help Grogggg and/or Jaxon focus.

Inspire Competence (Or Uplifting Overture) available...

Stealth +10, +12 while following her new friend

Lokaloka plays her pipes for the Pathfinders, especially the recovering one...

Performance, Wind Instruments(Virtuosic), Maestro's Instrument: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30

Crit! 6.4gp

Lokaloka is ready. No spell slots expended and she should have gotten back her focus point

Lokaloka couldn't agree more. Absently she reaches into her pickle jar and hands another dripping cucumber to Grogggg. "Mead make pickle better! Yous try!"

Lokaloka nods sympathetically. "Yous better goes to manor. Longshank Paffinders can take care of yous there." She absently munches on the pickle, forgetting that she offered it to Kiiruba.

Lokaloka looks at the kitsune with sympathy. Rummaging around in her pack, she produces a familiar item.

"Pickle? This soaking in god-juice for hours. Will calm down." While handing it to Kiiruba she glares at Smee and has Jaxon restrain the hireling.

"Longshanks paladin smart!" Lokaloka tips the Wise Up potion bottle into the delirious woman's mouth.

Lokaloka holds up the bottle she found. "Maybe I's makes her drink?"

Crafting(T): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

"Oooh! This antigoat for Ice Tears. Good for few hours!"

Lokaloka takes one look and raises her pipes, preparing to play...

Runic Weapon (aka Magic Weapon) and Haste available if anyone needs it

For fun RP that made me laugh and doing an accidental bad cop/worse cop routine I say Don Jurri and Jaxon. :)

Second the motion... especially at the docks... :)

No Mek mek mek here...

Lokaloka attempts to tiptoe past the ladies. She follows Jaxon and attempts to mimic his steps.

Stealth(T), Follow the Expert: 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 10 + 2 = 23

Uplifting Competence (aka Inspire Competence) is available.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

maybe I should have brought my swashbuckler... :)

No Medicine or Arcana

Lokaloka just looks on. "Dragon? I's knows two dragons..." she says absently...

Acrobatics(E): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30

Lokaloka also hops onto the pipes and avoids the muck in the sewers. She lights her Wayfinder for the longshanks...

No Medicine

Lokaloka extends some divine help towards Simon. She then bounces yet another rock off White.

TKP, CA: 1d20 + 11 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 11 + 1 = 24 for Bludgeoning, CA: 2d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (5, 1) + 3 + 1 = 10 Critical Hit: Double Damage

◆ Guidance @Simon
◆◆ TKP vs White

Lokaloka sends her fellow goblin some much needed aid before hurling a rock at White.

TKP: 1d20 + 11 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 11 + 1 = 18 for Bludgeoning: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (2, 3) + 3 = 8 Critical Hit: Double Damage

◆ Guidance at Grogg
◆◆ TKP vs White

Lokaloka has haste in her spell list. But she can only cast it twice per day.

Hearing the commotion and the sound of combat outside, Lokaloka raises her pipes to her lips and plays a haunting melody.

Performance, Wind Instruments(Virtuosic), Maestro's Instrument: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (9) + 15 = 24
3 rds of Courageous Anthem if that's a success

She runs outside and prepares to support her comrades. She summons a mystic shield in the form of pickles revolving around her (From an Aeon Stone circling her head)

◆ CA
◇ Lingering Composition
◆ Stride
◆ Shield (+1 AC)

Multifarious Muse, Versatile Performance - can use Performance in place of Diplomacy

Performance(E: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (5) + 13 = 18

Lokaloka circulates among the bar's patrons but it's doubtful that they're willing to talk to a goblin that's less than appealing...

Lokaloka heads over to a corner where she starts playing her pipes.

"I's play for food. Yous all goes and sees what info about missing Paffinders."

+11 Diplomacy

Soc Untrained: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

Wow. Lots of posts in here already. I hope it's okay for me to take the 6th slot. It would be a replay for me so I'm totally cool if you'd rather go with 5 or all fresh players.

Not Bun-Bun? :)

none of the above. She continues to munch on pickles

Watching the goblin ruin perfectly good mead, Don Jurri’s mustache twitches a little in partially-repressed irritation.

and that is precisely the reaction I was trying to get! :)

Lokaloka takes a sip of the mead. Her eyes light up and a broad grin splits her face. "Oh this good!" She rummages around in the pickle jar and hands the other goblin some choice pickles. To everyone's astonishment, she then pours the mead into the brine.

"Oooh. I's likes mead. I's trades you pickle for some?"

Lokaloka walks over and holds out a fresh pickle, still dripping with brine, at Grogg. She holds out a small cup in her other hand...