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Marla ducks back from the doorway after launching another wild Acid Splash towards the last Derro.

1d20 + 4 - 4 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 - 4 - 4 = 15 1d3 ⇒ 3

I'm in Halifax! XD

That was an Acid Splash, so was a Ranged Touch and no splash damage.

Brak, seeing an opening to get back into the fight, begins to surge forward, but Marla casts a spell on him as he goes.

Cast Guidance on Brak

Brak advances on the Derro and swings his axe. "Foul skulking villains!" he bellows.

Power Attack, Guidance
1d20 + 1 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 1 + 8 - 2 = 23
1d12 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

Marla climbs out of the fountain and points at the nearest Derro, a dart of Acid flying towards it.

Cast Acid Splash 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 minus cover and melee
1d3 ⇒ 3

Canadian as well! What part of the Great White North are you from?

Marla scampers back from the spiders, and tosses her Alchemist's Fire.

Aim at the square closest to her.
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
1d6 ⇒ 6
1 fire damage to Oti... sorry!

Marla, having removed the source of the darkness, looks to see how her comrades are dealing with the spiders, and draws a flask of Alchemist's Fire to throw when she is able.

Marla draws a wand and casts shield on Brak, before stowing it. When the darkness fall, she and Brak don't seem bothered, but she sees some of the others being affected by it, and she goes looking for the bolt to stuff it into her quiver to get rid of the Darkness.

Full round action to find and cover the Darkness Bolt?

"Thank you Otiophon." Marla says to him, muttering a spell and touching his arm after he heals her. She then casts a pair of spells on Brak before he joins the foreguard of the Pathfinders as they descend the stairs.

Cast Guidance on Otiophon, and Guidance and Mage Armor on Brak
Brak's current AC 22

"It seems that these parchments may be a map of some kind." Marla says after looking at all of them together. "Maybe if we put one on top of the others?" she wonders. "Or maybe they will each point to a different location on our path..." she trails off.

Marla is thoroughly copying the parchment found and making notes on the carving and the situation at hand.

"The Abbey. It's a little farther but if we're going to have to go back to the prison, I'd rather not backtrack later." Brak says.

Marla steps up to the carving and casts a spell while Brak looks it over carefully.

Detect Magic
Brak Perception 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32

Marla says, "Perhaps he was giving us the locations? The statue at the prison, the hall of records, and the Quickfall Abbey?"

Brak grunts. "Well, we know for sure one of the relevant locations is the Hall of Records. I'd say that's a good place to go." he says.

Marla steps up now that the threat is gone. "Better search her, Brak." she says, and her 'Uncle' nods and frisks the unconscious Cleric before Otiophon awakens her.

Perception for Brak, using Guidance 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (12) + 15 = 27

Knowledge: Local for Marla on the third location.
1d20 ⇒ 8
And for Brak
1d20 - 2 ⇒ (13) - 2 = 11

Marla steps up to the paintings and squints at them, examining each of them.

Knowledge: Religion
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Marla looks at her surroundings distastefully in the prison, and she stays quiet, scribbling on a folded piece of parchment periodically with a pencil.

A sweet-looking Dwarven maiden with long, intricately braided hair in a honey-brown hue, sits listening to the briefing, or rather writing it all down. She has a large book in her lap and is writing in precise Dwarven runes. Behind her, a massive, antique-looking Greataxe held between his hands, is another Dwarf. He is armored head to toe, and has a long, wild, white beard and equally wild hair on his head. There is an unearthly quality to him, however. His hair wafts as though bothered by an unseen, hot wind, and there is a faint green glow limning the edges of his form when he is seen in dim light. Notably as well, a glowing rune floats above his forehead - and above the maid's as well. It is the rune for Ancestor, if you speak Dwarven.

"We'll get the information out of him!" the elder Dwarf says with a frown.

"Yes. Uncle and I are with you." says the woman.

Day job: Profession: Chronicler 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Marla heaves a sigh of relief when her comrades dispatch all the threats with stupendous efficiency. Brak makes his way over to her as she reenters the room, concern on his face. Marla smiles at him somewhat wanly, and lets him tend to binding her wound while she sits on one of the barrels. When she is ready to move again, she approaches the bisected body of the large rat and looks it over. "It occurs to me that we may want a sample of one of these altered rats. Is anyone skilled in surgery?" she asks.

Assuming a Heal or Survival check to take a sample?

Marla staggers back out of the room, looking down in shock at the bolt sticking out of her.

Fort 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

From her position around the corner, she casts a spell, a dart of acit shooting out towards the Derro.

Cast Defensively, DC 15 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
RT 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 1d3 ⇒ 2 damage

Marla advances behind Svetlana, casting a spell on her as she goes.

Cast Guidance on Svetlana.

Marla moves up with the others, using her wand on Brak again before they enter the building.

Marla and Uncle are in for part 3! They'll level up to L4 after part 3 ends.

"We'll have to be more quiet from now on." Marla says in a half-whisper.

Marla continues to move forward, but she stops just around the corner from the current melee.

Marla and Brak both move as quickly as they are able to get closer to the battle.

Marla and Brak move forward. Brak grips his axe while Marla holds her crossbow at the ready.

Marla moves as fast as she is able getting only so far as to be in sight of the room. Brak runs, coming up just behind Odo.

Hey guys, sorry for dropping off the face of the earth this weekend. I took a role in a play at the last minute to replace a guy who had to drop out unexpectedly and we open tomorrow night and I have a lot of lines to learn so I won't be able to post until Tuesday probably.

Marla draws her Crossbow and casts Guidance on herself and her Uncle. Brak brings up the rear.

Marla: Perception 1d20 ⇒ 2
Stealth 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Brak: Perception 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 14 = 25
Stealth 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Fine by me!

Marla makes a few more notes about the Derro and what it was wearing and carrying, and about the location of the pit, before closing her book and packing it up again.

Brak continues to keep watch, but at the mention of the pit, he grins. "Might be a good tactical advantage should we need it. Leave it for now. We can disable it on the way out." he says.

Marla starts to move to investigate the body in the webs but gladly lets others take over. She takes out her book and pen and makes a couple notes. Brak unsecures the rope above and after strapping his axe to his back climbs down to join the others. He gives the dead spider a hate-filled look before standing by Marla while the search is conducted.

Seeing the Spider emerge from hiding, Marla steps aside along the wall and casts a spell, brushing Svetlana's back with her hand.

Cast Guidance on Svetlana

Brak watches anxiously from above. "Dirty spiders! You stay away from the beast, Marla!"

Marla starts down next while Brak watches from above.

Take 10 for a total of 11

Marla rolls her eyes at Brak. "No, Uncle." she says.

Absently putting her hand in her pocket and touching the letter from the Decemvirate, she looks around to the other Pathfinders thoughtfully.

Marla sighs and closes her book, puts a cap on her inkpen and tucks it into her pocket, and rises from her chair. "We'll meet you after we've retrieved our gear." she says.

Later, when the Pathfinders meet, she is armed with a battleaxe and crossbow and armored in a breastplate with a brand new cloak. Brak, on the other hand, looks exactly the same. "Greetings everyone." she says with a shy smile.

Brak bulls up to the others and stands at the entrance. "Well, Pathfinders, are we all prepared?" he says with a grim stare at each of them.

Sitting in a chair with a book open on her lap is a pretty young Dwarven woman with long brown hair in braids. She takes notes in the book with an inkpen, looking up from time to time at the others. Behind her stands a Dwarf of advanced years with a beard and hair of white leaning on the haft of an antique-looking Greataxe. He appears solid and real, but there is a faint green glow and a fuzziness at the edges of his form. Floating before both his and the younger's brows is a glowing green rune.

"Fighting in close quarters is what we Dwarves are made for." says the elder Dwarf. "If you long-limbs don't like it, leave it to the Stout Folk."

The younger Dwarf looks up at him and says, "That's enough of that, Uncle." she says.

My usual package of first purchases includes a Masterwork Backpack (for low-strength characters), Antitoxin, Antiplague, Air Crystals, Potion of Cure Light Wounds, Holy Water, Alchemist's Fire, Scroll of Lesser Restoration (which anyone with it on their spell list can use, I think).

This time I'm buying a Cloak of Resistance +1 for Marla. Maybe some more when I have a chance.

Marla helps the captives as best she can, offering water from her waterskin, while Brak stands guard over everyone. "Is it our responsibility to follow up on this slavery ring if we have already completed our mission?" she asks. "I mean, will the Society give us the time to do so or will they want us back to complete other duties?" she adds hastily.

Marla hefts her Battleaxe and advances down the corridor, drawing a wand as she goes, tapping Brak with it as he goes past her.

Brak moves at full speed into the room, circling around to the right of the combat, getting ready to join in.

Wand of Shield on Brak. His current AC is 26

Marla and Brak move with the group down the stairs.

Perception: Marla 1d20 ⇒ 5
Perception: Brak 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22

Brak lifts his head and sniffs the air. "I smell... a tomb." he says, but holds his axe at the ready.

Marla looks at him, and recognizing that look, casts a spell on Brak, and then on herself.

Cast Guidance on Brak and herself.

This is going to get tight... XD Complete Enlarge Person on Brak

Marla completes her spell, and the red vapors from the powder in her hand swirl down and envelop Brak, and he expands to twice his size!

Brak laughs as he grows and he swings his axe. "Die, o illiterate loiterer!" he shouts.

Power Attack 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
3d6 + 10 ⇒ (6, 5, 5) + 10 = 26

Profession: Chronicler
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Marla, back up the hatch, begins casting a spell, drawing some reddish powder from a pouch at her belt. The powder begins to glow, giving off red vapors.

I'm off to non-internet land until Monday. I may be able to log in at some point, but no guarantee until then.

Marla speaks up. "I know you think you are used to torment and pain, but my Uncle is a Dwarf of Old, and knows many, many things from the Orc Wars that he would be happy to share with you." she says in a very knowledgeable manner.

Brak just grins.

Aid Another Intimidate: Marla 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Aid Another Intimidate: Brak 1d20 ⇒ 18