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Likewise V... glad I could kill that shifter before everyone got turned to paste.

And I will see you around Saiya.... we are, after all, still running through a crypt together (my face first, ;) )

Good luck all, and thank you Del for taking over for everyone. Like I said, I think you will lead everyone left to greatness and fun (and terror, given the AP).

Let me start by saying I have absolutely nothing against Delmoth (as a person, player, or GM) and I think that she will be able to do a wonderful job taking over the helm. And I completely understand her rational for the retool.... but...

1) If I retool Malarra at all I will be too tempted to implement "lessons learned" from the game by changing other things about her mechanically. I honestly would not feel right doing this, but would feel equally wrong only "partially" retooling her. I am not sure if that makes sense at all or not to anyone else, but to me it would feel like I was cheating somehow.

2) I know some folks love ABP but I am in the pseudo-minority that do not. By itself this would not have been a dealbreaker, but combined with the retool it is enough.

So I would be voting no... but we have no other applicants to vote for and I do not want to hold you all up from being able to press forward on this.

I have thought about it and I think I am going to drop... it makes the most sense and is the least obtrusive answer. No hard feeling on my part toward anyone and I wish you all well!

*waves at VV*

Question, did anyone take up your prior GM's offer of using 3.xx material, including worshipping FR deities?

I did. She doesn't know it but Malarra isn't from Golarian.

I am on the fence. I want to keep playing with Malarra and all of you, but part of what made that fun was Samy. Plus any DM taking over might have to have us retool our characters to make sense to him/her, given the house rules would likely change. Not sure how I feel about that.

As such I am abstaining from this vote. I will go with whatever the group decides, but reserve the right to drop if we end up getting another DM and I don't like the direction they want to take this.

Has anyone heard anything?

Well, knocking on wood but it seems to have passed us with not too much damage. We got a decent amount of rain and the winds caused us to lose power for about 5 or 6 hours (not too bad restoral times under the circumstances) but we are back up and running again now. Thanks for the well wishes.

I think that makes sense. Still no word from Samy on my end.

Additionally, Dorian is approaching my way, estimated to be coming through tomorrow. Should not be an issue, I am not in a major flood zone, but if I am suddenly quiet for a bit that is possibly why.

I am hoping that this is a non-issue and that Samy will be back soon. Real life happens, after all. That said, if it became abundantly clear that the game needed a new GM and folks wanted to try and replace her, I would want to continue playing. (I like Malarra, truthfully, so I want to see her get her memories back.)

I am not sure how I feel about rebuilding characters. It is true that if the incoming GM didn't want to play using her house rules it might be needed... but I am not sure how we would explain in game how they suddenly got stronger.

Have fun on your trip, Erisa.

In regards to our GM, I did send her a PM about the game a few days back but have not heard anything yet.

Are we waiting on something specific? Like finalized watch order?

Malarra looks at them coolly for a moment, but shrugs.

"By the way, we found... bodies... next to this one when it was alive. They had strips of skin removed. Including from some shifters you killed. In the morning... evening... whenever time it is when we awake here I can drag you a few so you can see. But I did want to know... have any of you seen something dressed in rags with an affinity for knives?"

After she gets her answer, whatever it is...

Helping the others set up temporary barricades, Malarra volunteers for an evening watch.

"I can see somewhat well in the darkness it seems." She shrugs, clearly not concerned with why this is, despite also clearly not realizing why it would be either.

Heh... I am convinced I have a feast or famine trait with regards to dice... its either really high or really low, rarely in the middle.

Tossing the body about a foot away from the barricade, she looks at them.

"One of our group was severely injured killing this for you. You ought to be grateful enough to at least give us a bit of medicine so that she can continue to do so."

There is no anger in her voice as she says this. Rather she seems to be stating it in the same matter of fact tone you would use to explain a mathematical problem and its solution.

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 20

While the others bicker about the morality of presenting the dead bodies or not, and getting their fallen back on their feet - I hope - Malarra allows the rapier to dissolve back into the shadows. She then proceeds to grab the dead grey by both feet and drag it behind her like a sled.

"Perhaps they will take a down payment in exchange for some healing salves. Either way, its not getting any deader, I am taking it back before the tattered man has time to collect a tribute."

Without really waiting for the others, she sets off toward the barricade, grizzly sled in tow.

Sweet, will rp the above then.

The not a doctor drops her attention as she looks like she is going flee.

"No. You are staying here." She thrusts the shadowy blade under the doctor's arm through the armpit, finally bringing the creature down.

Seeing the creature fall, she turns to the others. "Anyone able to heal them?"

Pending Jass input, here is an AoO roll in case it is needed.

AoO - Rapier: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 2 + 1 = 23 AoO Crit?: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 2 + 1 = 23 Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 +Crit Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 So 5 piercing damage if not a crit for some reason, 12 if a crit.

Seeing the two other women fall sends a shiver up Malarra's spine, but she stands her ground and thrusts in with the shadowy rapier.

Melee Attack Rapier: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 2 + 1 = 20 Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

"You really should just die now. Tattered man will probably want to take samples from your corpse after we leave."

Malarra circles around Vixen's back to approach the grey from side opposite of Saiya. Getting close she attempts to thrust the point into the creature's abdomen.

Melee Attack, Rapier/Flanking: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 1 + 2 = 12 Relatively certain that misses, but will roll damage just in case. Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"What is the matter, Doc? Can you not speak in this form? I asked where are we. Do you not know either?"

Move action: close into melee range flanking with Saiya. Standard action, attack.

Malarra is somewhere in between I think. Not manic, not paranoid... though not trusting either, nor particularly upbeat. She takes it all in stride. At this point, if doctor grey decided to say where they were, she would note it down and then ask others to see what they say.

Ranged Attack (Thrown): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Malarra attempts to hit the shapeshifter with her dagger, but has to throw wide in order not to hit Vix. "Indeed. We know not where this is. The last one of you didn't survive long enough to tell us much more than blood filled screams."

The dagger fades into the shadows of the rubble, like a blob of ink. Around her hands forms a longer rapier as the drow takes a step forward. "Perhaps you will last longer. Now, where are we?"

Standard action, ranged throw attack with the dagger, move action to reform the blade into a rapier after the miss, followed by a five foot step closer to the not-a-doctor.

Malarra holds up her hands, the shadow dagger ready in one of them.

"Quiet, all of you." She points to the strips of flesh gone from all sets of bodies. In a hushed voice she continues.

"Whatever did that was not playing favorites. For some reason, it reminds me of that thing in tattered robes chasing us in our nightmare. Up until now I had been willing to write that off as mass hypnosis or hysteria... something caused by the grey lady. Now... well... best to operate on the premise that the greys and the crossbow nuts are not the alpha predators in this place."

Turning to the injured woman, she adds, "By the way, you wouldn't happen to know where that is, would you?"

Malarra wordlessly approaches from an angle that will give her a clear throw at the woman should she turn hostile for any reason.

Foolish to rush in like that. Strangers are the enemy. Best to be avoided when possible, approached cautiously when not. Shaking her head at her own musings, she looks around to ensure that nothing else is still alive.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Malarra picks up the necklace. Hm... not the best condition... but might belong to someone. Who knows.

Shrugging to herself, she puts the tarnished silver into her coin pouch on her belt for safe keeping. The rest she leaves where it is.

"Toss me my hat first please. No sense in letting the light reflect off my hair." Once she has it back in place, she ensures that her shadow dagger is ready once more to greet whatever might be behind the rubble and follows the group wordlessly.

Malarra reforms the dagger in her hand again, giving it a twirl.

"I get the sense I have done this before, somehow. Not sure where though. Or why."

So saying she steps over the bodies and looks around the room, seeing what else might be inside.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

As she does this, she hears Vi's suggestion. Shrugging, she takes off her hat and tosses it to her. "Satisfied?"

Seeing the creatures, Malarra throws a dagger at one.

Thrown Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20 Crit?: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
Thrown dagger damage, surprise round: 1d4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 1 = 3 + Crit Damage?: 1d4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 1 = 4 So 3 damage if not a crit, 7 if a crit.

Power has been restored and I am back at work to boot. Will post soonish.

Power outage here since last night. Will post when back or back at work.

Malarra shakes her head side to side.

"No... thank you. I haven't been having too many problems seeing so far."

Malarra has Low Light vision, and thus sees twice as far as humans in dim light conditions. While this isn't as great as the normal darkvision for drow, I also don't have light blindness either... so... compromises.

As the door of dead rodents gets delivered to the crossbowmen, she smirks at them. "Wouldn't have wanted these coming for you in your sleep, now would we?"

Without waiting for reply, she follows the others to the next door.

I also vote three unless something would prevent that being a good idea.

The drow woman allows the shadows to fade as the last foe falls, reforming them again into a dagger.

"Huh... that was more effective than I thought. I might have to try that again, given the chance. Sadly, none of these are shapeshifters... though perhaps we should toss their bodies at our crossbow bearing friends anyway. You know... prove we are helping out the place."

I am already ahead of the game on that one, ;)

So did I, actually... not that it matters when you roll a 1 though...

Melee Attack (Rapier): 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 1 = 4 Not even going to bother with a damage die on that one.

Malarra attempts to turn the not-a-mole into a kabab on her rapier, but between its small size and her own nagging paranoia at having to work with others, she misses completely. She takes a small step to put herself closer to the boilers they came from, hoping that they will be unable to retreat back under.

Five foot step to marked location.

So two questions for clarity. 1) We killed one of the two ratlike things (very creepy looking, by the way) correct? 2) Whereabouts are the surviving monsters on the map currently?

Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21 Whelp...

Seeing the creatures as they popped out, Malarra throws her shadowy dagger at the first one to emerge. Will leave that GM to determine.

Ranged Thrown Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20 Crit?: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 +Crit Damage?: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 So 3 damage if not a crit, 7 if crit is confirmed. Piercing, given I threw it.

As the dagger makes impact, Malarra quickly allows it to flicker out of existence, leaving behind nothing but the wound where it was moments ago. The shadows reform around her hands as she creates a rapier from them.

"To arms. These things must fall."

Standard Action: Thrown attack. Move action: Create rapier after attack resolves.

Thank you both. First boy, second child. Our three year old is (in my extremely biased opinion) adorable and sweet when she isn't going through a three year oldness. Sadly missed a year of her life due to work, though I did get to skype with her and mom every week during that time... could have been worse.

Sorry about the delay, Monday was my birthday and yesterday was rather busy with work and wife's medical appointments. (Nothing to worry about on that score, it was a routine check up on her and our yet to be born son.)

Malarra merely shrugs at the men as she walks past. "No deception intended. I am merely saying that if I was on that side of the barricade with all those other people, I might be keeping an eye on them as much as the barricade." As she approaches the now open door, she calls out over her shoulder, "We will be back. Whether you will all still be alive here when we return is another matter. Time will tell, I suppose."

With that, she walks into the room and examines the lit boiler and its unlit twin from what, she hopes, is a safe enough distance.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Malarra shakes her head in exacerbation.

"So I have a question. How do we know that none of you are these shapeshifter things? For that matter, how do you know it?"

She raises an eyebrow. "Surely you must have developed some test, otherwise you would... or more to the point, should... be worried that one or more of your number might not be as he seems. Yes?"

Malarra blinks at the people behind the barricade. What the...

Shaking her head, she merely snaps her fingers a few times to get their attention.

"Hey. Don't take this the wrong way, but if we have met in the past I, at least, do not remember it. Or anything else for that matter. So if I said or did something to offend you, you have my apologies for what it is worth. That said, I have two... no, three... questions for you. First is where on... whatever plane of existence this is... are we? And the second is do you know the man being carried by our red-headed companion?"

Here the drow woman points to their unconscious fellow being combat carried by Vixen.

"Final question: is that the way out of wherever here is?" She points to the door previously indicated by Saiya as the one they would leave by.

I am slightly envious, I am not going to lie. That said the last time I cared for a horse was over two decades ago at summer camp (one of the local YMCAs to where I grew up had horse riding and caring lessons as an option if you were staying there for a week or more, so for a few summers I got the privilege of learning to ride and to do basic care) so I would probably be close to useless in your shoes. Still, glad that you are getting to do something fun. We will try not to get the party killed without you. ;)

Malarra shrugs at Jassminder's observation, allowing the rapier blade to dissipate back into the shadows. "Maybe so, maybe not. What is known, though, is that the 'doctor' being seemed intent on performing similar 'operations' on us once she was done with him, as evidenced by her comments upon noticing us awake and her reaction to us getting out of our cells. And he, whatever he is, attempted to wake us from that lovely nightmare we all were sharing before she could do so... albeit with the express purpose of saving him."

The shadows form around the drow woman's hands, taking the shape of a dagger once more. She tests its balance, adjusting the blade slightly as she continues. "Now that does not mean that he is necessarily still friendly toward us, I will grant. But I would say that it means that we owe him a chance to make his intentions known before we pass judgement." Malarra takes a test throw, the dagger bouncing off roughly the spot she aimed before scattering like an inky cloud and reforming in her hand once more. Satisfied, she nods at Saiya and follows about three or four people back.

Malarra shrugs. "I suppose that is possible. But it is also possible that they are just a lower rung of predator smart enough to know not to hunt what is marked by the apex predator." Despite her outward calm, the drow shudders in memory of the tatter-man from their shared nightmare.

"At any rate, unless we have need to go into their little slice of... somewhere... or unless they decide to unload their crossbows in our general direction... well, I have no qualms about leaving them to it."

Malarra raises her chin in thought. "No idea, honestly. I can't remember anything, and the book I found seems to be just prayers, not a journal. I keep having the inkling that I avoid people though... perhaps I could scare them off if it comes to it?"

Malarra has ranks in intimidate, but that is it 'persuading wise".

But splitting the party is fun... it gives the GM plenty of options to kill us one at a time... er, I mean, gives us plenty of options to discover cool things. ;)

The drow woman forms a rapier-like blade once more in her right hand. "I don't like this. I still get the feeling that I should be avoiding others in general... the ambient surroundings are not giving me reason to think otherwise."

Her grasp tightens on her blade's hilt. "Even if they aren't hostile, perhaps it would be best for me not to be the first to pop out into their barricades."

So... I am thinking that I might end up (assuming we survive that long) focusing on daggers as well as rapiers. The idea is that you can throw a dagger... the normal down side to going with a strict "throwing knives" build for your ranged attack is having to carry all those knives, and having to have spaces to draw them from... but with the ability to literally generate them from the shadow plane that problem goes out the window. In fact, the other problem (you just gave your opponent a dagger to attack you with, and if it is magical at all that might not be a good thing) is solved as well (every time I make a new one the old one evaporates back into the shadow plane). I will have to split my focus a bit to make it really worthwhile, but I think in the long run it will be worth it.

Malarra nods in appreciation to Saiya for the help cleaning the gunk off of her clothes and out of her armor. She reforms a shadow rapier and stands at the ready. "Assuming we can find our way out of this place and it isn't just another nightmare," she gestures up to the clouds and their sinisterly similar color to the fog in their previous dream, "and assuming I can remember how, I will have to make you a meal of some sort... perhaps play you a song, assuming I still can."

Malarra, not to be deterred just yet, decides to poke around under the stairs to see if there is any hidden doors or other passages (be they down, straight out, broom closets, or up.)

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Not sure what she will get from that. If nothing, enact the following.

The drow woman shrugs, clearly also not bothered by the thought of having to climb over bodies.

"If you can think of one let us know. Though I must admit, I find it odd that the... not human... that was holding us in these cells would have had to use this way to come down or up. Seems... inconvenient..." As she thinks on this, she walks over to the collapsed tunnel, examining it further to see if there is a faster way through it than first appears.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19 Examining the collapsed passageway and the way around it, trying to see if there are signs of there being another way out of this room.

Malarra calls up to Saiya softly, "Any luck?"

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

"Strange. My sense of fashion isn't the greatest, but would you say they are wearing similar clothes as our former... host?"

She pokes one of the doctor's coats with her rapier to draw attention to what she is meaning.

"I just mean... none of us are dressed like this. Why should they all be?"