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Thank you very much, GM Worg. It was a good scenario, and I'd been looking forward to see this one for a while. May have to run it, now. :)

Great group, as well. :)

Lujuria leaves most of the mission details to the others, but comments mostly on things like how dusty the roads were, and how long she had to bath to get clean again, not to mention the disgusting goblins and their campsites that they had to go through. She had nothing bu praise for Lady Delara Adnen and her lovely estate.

She does get more serious, though, when they talk of the devil and she stands her ground on their decision to let the infernal creature return to it's home plane with the items.

I can get behind spite. You sure that you're not secretly a Callistrian? ;)

Give, though she would make it give it's word to never come back to this plane ever again.

Lujuria has already stated as much, but she is inclined to agree with Birseko. It doesn't hurt that she has an aversion to slavery of any kind, having been a slave herself at one time.

Lujuria sighs in exasperation at the debate, but then says plainly, "Despite it's allegiances, do we have the right to hold any creature captive? I'd just as soon see it dead, but I have no wish to hold it prisoner."

Lujuria moves of of the ruined room to find a better vantage point, where she uses her whip against the Irrica woman. As she moves, she mutters a quick prayer to Calistria, "Let the enemy feel my sting."

Move Action: Move 20'

Swift Action: Fervor: Cast Divine Favor.

Standard Action: Attack Irrica with whip.

Whip Attack w/ Divine Favor: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Slashing Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Divine Favor: 30/30 rounds

Lujuria looks out at the woman and devil facing each other, her whip held loosely in her hands, "You may be an Irrica, but your are no less irresponsible than your forebearers. The items must be locked up, and this creature sent back to where it came from."

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Knowledge (religion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Lujuria examines the ring. "A little gaudy for my taste, but it still shines nicely," she comments. "And it'll keep the bad boys away, too. Not sure if that's a positive or not."

Lujuria draws her weapon as quick as a.... whip, and snaps it viciously at the creature, muttering something about having to wash her whip later. Instead of connecting with the monster, though, she snaps the end against the wall beside the door frame.

Whip attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Slashing damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

"Well," Lujuria says a bit impatiently, "Shall we get this business over with?"

Huzzah! Welcome back!

Lujuria sighs in displeasure when she see the ruins, "Not a single bath in sight. All this traveling is hard on the skin."

Despite her complaining, the Calistrian priestess stands ready for battle, her hand resting on the whip hanging from her belt.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

I would love to go to any of these conventions, but I live in Canada, which makes the trip both long and expensive. :(

Alright. Take care, and stay hydrated... and stuff. :D

Noting the others withdrawl from combat, Lujuria keeps her arrow trained on the Tatzlwyrm, ready to loose if it makes any sudden movements.

Many happy returns. :)

Quickly drawing bow and arrow, Lujuria moves to get a better vantage point before loosing her shot.

Move Action: Normal move.

Standard Action: Longbow attack vs. Tatzlwyrm

Longbow attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Piercing Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Lujuria takes a moment at the cave entrance to re-arrange everything that was out of place. As she does, she also catches the drag marks on the ground. She sighs with an over-exaggerated air of annoyance. "It can't be easy, can it."

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Lujuria is at a lose for how to traverse this unfairly-manicured landscape. "I can't tell which is worse, the stuffy library or these annoyingly frustrating 'natural' paths." She sighs is exasperation. "Give me a high society ball any day."

Lujuria scans through the documents in the library, hoping to make this menial task go quicker, but quickly loosing interest.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

"Hello handsome. We were told that you could help us. We are looking for information about Rutillo Irrica and the Goblinblood Wars."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

"A little birdie told me, rather gratefully, that they have local animals and beasts that help to defend them. Hostile outsiders are treated with less than friendly greetings."

Lujuria makes her way around the Rakshasa to flank it with Gorrig. Glowing blade in hand, she slashes at the creature.

Move Action: Move to Flank.

Standard Action: Attack Raktavarna

Elven Curved Sword Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Slashing Damage: 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 (Considered a Chaotic Weapon for DR purposes)
Chaotic Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

"Trechery..." Lujuria says softly, but with great conviction. "I won't stand for it."

She makes her way around the caravan drawing a long, elegant curved blade, murmuring a prayer over it, which causes the blade to glow with a purple sheen.

Move Action: Move 25'.

Free Action: Draw Elven Curve Blade

Standard Action: Use Anarchic Strike on weapon (1d6 damage vs. Lawful creatures; overcomes DR as a Chaotic weapon; 1 minute).

Anarchic Strike: 10/10 rounds

Lujuria approaches the Caravan Master, invoice in hand, "I'm so hoping that you can help us. You see, we just came from the home of Lady Delara Adnen, and it seems that there has been a small mistake in your recent transactions. A certain ring that she sold to you was done by mistake, and she asked us to come and recover it from you. She gave permission to adjust her account accordingly, and provided us with the invoice as proof. I'm really hoping that you can help us out."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

Damn...

"Really?" she says in feigned shock. "Would you be willing to introduce us to the Caravan Master? I'd be so grateful."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

Lujuria saunters up to the guard, a seductive smile on her face. "As much as I'm sure we could find something you would find of value, we are here on 'official' business for Lady Delara Adnen." She produces the invoice and adds, "It seems that one of the items she sold you was done by mistake. She merely would like to reclaim the item and have you make the necessary adjustments to her account. Would you be willing to do this for us, please?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

"We should probably get a description of the ring as well, just to be sure."

Lujuria looks over at the locket to see the reflected image, "Why yes, child. If you are looking for freedom and peace, we can certainly help you to get it. Might I ask who you are, though?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20 (Fairly certain that my bonus vs. Humanoids doesn't apply here.

Lujuria strides into the parlor taking in all the lovely decor and furnishings. "This is more to my liking," she says with a smile.

She greets Delara Adnen amicably, gladly taking a seat and the offered goods. "You do have a lovely home here, Lady Delara," she comments lightly. "The significance, actually, has much to do with actions that your distant family has done, especially around the time of the Goblinblood Wars, and making sure that certain knowledge is not left in the hands of those who may use it to do great harm to our world. We feel that this locket may play a key in this."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
Much better.

Lujuria steps closer to the butler, a smile playing across her face. "What can you do for us? That's a loaded question. I can think of a great many things. Unfortunately, our time is short and we only have time for one or two of them." She sounds almost disappointed at the end, but then adds, "We would very much like to speak with Lady Adnen, if you please. You may tell her that we are Pathfinders on a very important mission."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
Really?! *pout*

Lujuria can usually get a +9 to her diplomacy (or +10 when she's gathering information from humanoids). She's gotten rather used to having people's tongues start wagging around her. :)

Lujuria makes sure to take a long, warm bath to scrub the scent of goblin 'fun' from herself before they make for the road again.

Coiling up her whip once more, Lujuria stretches cat-like as if the whole endeavor was barely noticeable. "Have we gotten what we came for? Perhaps we can move on out of this dreadful place."

Despite her callousness, she is inspecting the camp, looking for anything noteworthy.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Lujuria moves forward, drawing and unfurling her whip, a mischievous grin on her face.

Move Action: Move into range (25 ft.)

Standard Action:
Whip attack vs. Green: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Slashing damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Whip confirm crit: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Crit damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Lujuria takes a third shot at Yellow before she stows it away on her back once more.

Standard Action:
Longbow attack vs. Yellow (shooting into melee): 1d20 ⇒ 15
Piercing damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Move Action: Sheath weapon

Satisfied with that last shot, Lujuria moves up for a better angle and shoots again, this time at Yellow.

Longbow attack vs. Yellow: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Piercing damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Lujuria quickly draws the new longbow that she picked up at the manor, draws an arrow and fires at the blue goblin. "Filthy creatures."

Longbow attack vs. Blue: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Piercing damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Lujuria also moves up with her allies, though she stays back somewhat.

After finally finding the goblin camp, Lujuria creeps forward with the others, staying back far enough to not be a hindrance (and to avoid the smell as long as possible).

Stealth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Lujuria mostly avoids the campsites that they find, complaining about the smell and not wanting to step in anything. "I knew goblins were disgusting creatures, but this is ridiculous."

Survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

She also attempts to help in finding traces of their quarry, but is too busy keeping her eyes on wherever her feet are stepping.

Lujuria, also not at home in the wilderness, does know how to avoid unnecessary dangers and to stay on course.

Survival (aid): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Survival (aid): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Survival (aid): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Survival (aid): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Lujuria makes friendly with Jarkan as they travel through the burnt out forest, making pleasant conversation, seemingly engaged in any stories he wishes to tell. She is not oblivious to her surroundings, though, as she makes note of their surroundings with interest.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Oh, right. She's Calistrian. "Justice," Gorrig corrects. "Not revenge. If that's all they're after, I don't want a part of it."

Lujuria shrugs and replies, "Call it what you will, but a soul cries out non-the-less. Would you deny the dead their chance at rest and peace?"

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At the tavern, the warpriestess relaxes with a glass of fine wine while discussing their findings with the Venture-Captain. "A devil, is it? Some one may have become rather confused in the end. But such a thing is best kept out of hands who can use it to cause further problems for others. The sooner the better."

Lujuria has nothing that she needs, at the moment."

Hearing the tale of the Irrica, and the call for vengeance, a flame is lit in Lujuria's eyes. "It matters not who, merely what. If revenge can be meted with these four items, then they must be found."

Lujuria looks at the altar with some measure of disgust. "To the hells with paperwork. This so called god is at the core of all slavery. I'd just as soon see the whole thing burn."

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Lujuria tests the pull of the longbow as she steps back into formation with the others, having already dismissed the bandits. "Let us not waste too much time. I'm sure that they wouldn't leave much behind that they couldn't carry on them. Scavengers are all the same."

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Lujuria normally uses her shortbow, but can take advantage of the composite Longbow.

Lujuria pouts when the bandit gives up. "Over already? We were just getting started, though." Her pout turns into a grin, though, when he starts stripping down. "Oh, is it that kind of game now?" she asks, quirking on eyebrow a little.

Despite her coy act, she winds up her whip and hangs it off of her belt once more. She walks up to Gorrig, placing a hand lightly on his arm. "Let me know if you need any personal care, love," she says with a smile, then moves on to examine the equiment, paying special attention to the bows. As she does so, she speaks to the bandit, no longer watching him. "And who else can be found here? Don't make me wait for an answer, darling, or my whip will do some dancing across that luscious flesh of yours." There is no hint of a threatening tone to her voice, but neither does she sound like she speaks falsely.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26

A mild look of annoyance crosses Lujuria's lovely face. "I don't like being ignored, love," says as she cracks the whip again.

Standard Action: Attack blue with whip.

Whip attack - Lethal damage: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Slashing Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2