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Shadow Lodge.

No other faction fills a similar role, and the way it was retired was beyond insulting. Bring it back.

#StillCastsAShadow

The moon still casts a large shadow. Shadow lodge members new and old are welcome at my lodge there.

Venture Captain Mea Culpa of the Academae, Black Dragon, Bloodspeaker of Tolguth, hereby declares the Moon Lodge open to any Pathfinders who dare to visit! Please be understanding as we continue renovations.

Our Seeker team beat The Moonscar last night and hit 17th level. Next stop, Irrisen!

"Boom!"
attack+charge+command: 1d20 + 29 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 29 + 2 + 1 = 51
damage+command: 1d6 + 43 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 43 + 1 = 45

Mea drives a claw into and through the dummy, causing another explosion of wood and straw that the pair emerge through on the other side. She slows to a stop, and says "I think I'm starting to-!"

Her form starts to shift again and within seconds she's back to humanoid form, with the saddle now tight across her shoulders.

"Oh! Gah!"

Mea turns in the direction Remus prods her, still a bit rough but smoother than the previous attempt. She ends up pointed towards a completely different training dummy than the one she'd specified earlier.

Mea slows down a bit while she nods and says "Kay." She starts to scan the surrounding dummies and soon picks one and points to it. "That one!" She takes a few steps towards it before stopping, turning about 60 degrees from it, and taking off at full speed.

"Well I gotta practice when I'm still a dragon!"

Mea turns and starts loping off towards another practice dummy

Mea blinks at him a few times. "So it makes you stronger? Neat! How'd you learn it?"

Mea nods to Remus when he suggests trying again, but quickly becomes distracted by the others gathering around. "I can do this cuz I wanted to be a dragon when I grew up. So I am! Not all the time, but for a little while every day. It's not a spell, I don't do it like when I wanna be a mirror or a hero. I can't show you now cuz I haven't figgered out how to be a wizard at the same time I'm a dragon. But I can fly, and that's fun! But I'm not very good at it. So what's a moot-again? Does it make you stronger? I might have to learn that too, and be the even strongerest wizard in the society!"

Attack + charge + Command: 1d20 + 29 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 29 + 2 + 1 = 52
Damage + Command: 1d6 + 42 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 42 + 1 = 45

The dummy becomes a spray of hay and splinters that litter the training ground. Mea skids to a stop and turns to examine the field. "That worked! Good job! I gotta practice that more so I can do it myself. Thanks!"

"ACK!" Mea lurches around in surprise, as if she'd already forgotten the purpose of this venture. She manages the turn, if clumsily, and careens into the training dummy with an outstretched claw and a brief cry of rage. If the dummy is still there after Remus is done with it, she'll take care of the remains.

Mea grins at the onlooking elf and says "Watch this!" as she gallops forward, bearing down on a hapless training dummy

Mea assists with getting the saddle on and points herself again at a training dummy. "READY?"

Mea taps her back with her tail, looks at Remus expectantly, and points herself at a training dummy.

...leaving a medium-sized, incredibly muscular black dragon. "Like this?"

She hunches over on to all fours and shifts her stance to be combat-ready, then broadens it to allow her to quickly dodge obstacles.

"Fanks...dat kinda huwt. Feithty widdle wun.

She starts to pat around her hip before looking around confused for a few moments.

"I wost my bag"

"Mm, thanks! That was fun! Always good to fight another dragon, you was really tough to hit!"
She bats playfully at Grrr. "Normally my snacks don't come flying at me like this."

"Yeah I'm Mea Culpa, normally I'm not as dragonny but I wanted to be a dragon when I grow up so sometimes I can do that. I'm tryin to be a adventure captin now too!"

I completely missed the inspire. If Crimson did too, that would have caused the claw to hit Mea, leaving her with a pretty hefty bruise.

As a raging dragon, Mea is currently AC 23/10/23 with DR 1/- and 233/233 HP

She activates a round of Archaeologist's luck. High miss chance hits, rerolls from blind fight.

1st Claw NL hit: 1d20 + 30 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 30 - 4 = 32
1st Claw NL dam: 1d6 + 47 ⇒ (1) + 47 = 48
miss %: 1d100 ⇒ 48
--
2nd Claw NL hit: 1d20 + 30 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 30 - 4 = 44
2nd Claw NL dam: 1d6 + 37 ⇒ (6) + 37 = 43
miss %: 1d100 ⇒ 92
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Bite NL hit: 1d20 + 27 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 27 - 4 = 34
Bite NL dam: 1d6 + 37 ⇒ (1) + 37 = 38acid: 1d6 ⇒ 1
miss %: 1d100 ⇒ 4
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Horns NL hit: 1d20 + 27 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 27 - 4 = 42
Horns NL dam: 1d8 + 27 ⇒ (1) + 27 = 28
miss %: 1d100 ⇒ 27
--She'll stop attacking and cease raging after this unless Crimson stays up, with one extra round of rage due to Shoanti Barbarian Chew

2nd claw and horns hit for 71 combined nonlethal.

Attempts to hang on, releasing the ever growing horns and re-biting down. He is NOT going to be ignored, no matter how big the over grown pair of boots thinks it is

[dice=Makes a climb check vs the dragons CMD]1 d20 + 23

Mea's CMD is currently 37, so Grrr's in for the ride of his life! She hasn't paid him any attention yet, there's another dragon to fight! But with blindsense she definitely knows he's there.

Yep, they're all either low or don't get the miss chance.

Mea crouches down slightly and enters Dragon Style, then her horns grow longer as she rages and she roars with joy.

1st Claw NL hit: 1d20 + 29 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 29 - 4 = 31
1st Claw NL dam: 1d6 + 46 ⇒ (3) + 46 = 49

2nd Claw NL hit: 1d20 + 29 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 29 - 4 = 45
2nd Claw NL dam: 1d6 + 36 ⇒ (1) + 36 = 37
Confirmation roll: 1d20 + 29 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 29 - 4 = 29

Bite NL hit: 1d20 + 26 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 26 - 4 = 24
Bite NL dam: 1d6 + 36 ⇒ (5) + 36 = 41acid: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Horns NL hit: 1d20 + 26 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 26 - 4 = 34
Horns NL dam: 1d8 + 26 ⇒ (5) + 26 = 31

Wing 1 NL hit: 1d20 + 21 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 21 - 4 = 32
Wing 1 NL dam: 1d4 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19

Wing 2 NL hit: 1d20 + 21 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 21 - 4 = 32
Wing 2 NL dam: 1d4 + 16 ⇒ (4) + 16 = 20

So one hit for 37 nonlethal, I believe.

"Me? I'm Mea! I'm a dragon, and I'm the strongest wizard in the society! Let's do this!"

She casts a few spells herself.

She points toward Crimson and rolls initiative!
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

A shadow passes quickly over the training ground and soon a medium black dragon lands amid the crowd. She's the size of a juvenile, but with the horns of an adult and musculature that would rival even an ancient member of the species.

In a cheerful voice, she addresses anyone who will listen. "I heard there was fighting here, anyone wanna fight me? Or armwrestle?"