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Thanks so much for running them GMG! I look forward to playing with you in the future.

Current HP: 8/14

"I agree with Cirri, this is as much a part of your tribe as any one of your members," she thinks back to her own chief's sea-monster hide armor, "it would be wrong for us to make any decision regarding its resting place."

Merida rouses as her wounds begin to close, "Did I pass out again? I really wish people would stop killing me..." She produces her own wand, saying, "No need to waste your charges anymore, I've got a few on this one." She holds it aloft for someone to use. HP: 2/14. Only use it as many times as you need to get to 7+ HP. There's only 7 charges...

That's right for Merida. No day job.

stabilize: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Merida stops bleeding from her arrow wounds, but remains less than fully awake and oriented.

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"It was a good try, Pandora! Take down the illusion, so we can see them!"

Merida begins by moving to the lower edge of the ice wall, falchion in hand, to "defend their cover" thereby supporting the illusion. double move to the space just behind the bottom corner of the illusion (as in, I'd have cover were it a real wall) if I can, otherwise, just as close as I can get. If someone would move me, that'd be great

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Not one for song and dance, Merida takes to tending the fire, and learning a few cooking tips from those preparing the feast.

Merida spends the night trading stories about different people from either tribe. To her delight she discovers that in spite of the difference in latitude, their tribes seem to have a few twins of spirit.

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perform (oration): 1d20 ⇒ 20

Merida is reminded a bit of her own tribe by these new people which is rare in her experience. She chimes in, "We stand for all that is right and good, as well as loyalty to one another, and finally, courage in the face of danger."

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Merida keeps a close ear.

Merida follows hand-on-hilt. Being a barbarian, it might surprise one to know, has actually made her more wary of barbarians, not less. readied attack if she smells funny business Sense motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

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Merida shouts up at Pandora, "Hey! Since you made it up there so fast...how about a rope for the rest of us?!"

I personally know that you couldn't have done it in one turn, but Merida's hands are getting tired, and she's getting grumpy.

The barbarian stays put in order to keep from falling, and assuming she's high enough.

Merida tries to climb up again.

Climb: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 51d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Merida moves west, sheathing her falchion and begins climbing.

Move 5', attempt to climb 25', requiring 4(?) checks

Climb: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 121d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 91d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 101d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

"Oh, I see, yeah. We'll steer clear of both Mammoth and Lord." Merida follows Pandora onward, also keeping a weather eye.

perc: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Feeling fully rested, Merida ties her heavy wool cloak tight around her, fits her boots with the snowshoes, and follows the map with her comrades. She remarks to Cirri on the way that although she'd much rather be back home on the Taldane coast, she knew she'd never seen a more beautiful landscape than this.

Perc: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

Merida crouches low as they approach the gorge and whispers to the others, "It seems there are some people among the mammoths and aurochs up ahead." She puts a hand on the hilt of her falchion until they can determine what kind of people they are exactly. That is, friend or foe. Is there another roll for that? Or are we meant to just take a gamble? Either way, Merida readies a charging attack at the first sign of aggression against her or her mates.

"I'm better suited to hotter climes, so I'll very much like to use one of those potions."

Merida happily accepts a pair of the snowshoes and eyeballs the throwing axes. She knows that someone a bit more dexterous would likely get more use out of them, but she wouldn't mind having something that can be used both up close and at a distance.

Merida stays out of range of Pandora's sleep spell, and fires off a crossbow bolt at the red dinosaur.

Lt Crossbow, Exhausted, I.C.: 1d20 - 3 + 1 ⇒ (18) - 3 + 1 = 16 Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

"The closest thing to this that my tribe has seen is a hurricane, I never thought I'd wish for that over something else," Merida answered Pandora as she shivered under her furs.

Con: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 31d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 Exhausted, Nonlethal: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 2) = 4

Merida touches her face and, unable to feel it, she says, "I c-could use s-some of th-that C-Cirri..." upon receiving it, she says, "Th-thank you, I w-was built f-for much w-warmer climes."

That's a yes on the redirect. And probably the death.

"It takes more than a barbarian to take down another barbarian, you'll find," Merida answers Pandora, and joins her in the search of the dead.

Perc: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

Merida was fighting defensively, AC is 19 unless the attack ignores dex or something; therefore the enemy does not hit her.

Her defensive fighting having dodged a vicious attack, Merida flies into a rage and swings hard with her falchion. Rage 4/5

Mwk Falchion, Rage, Power Attack, IC: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 8 + 1 = 29 Damage: 2d4 + 12 ⇒ (4, 4) + 12 = 20

Crit confirm: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 8 + 1 = 16 Damage: 2d4 + 12 ⇒ (4, 2) + 12 = 18

Merida attacks the ambusher before her, careful not to give him an opening. Fighting Defensively.

Mwk Falchion, Defensive, IC: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 1 = 7 probable miss

Merida heads toward the cave, head on a swivel.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Merida, still clutching her falchion, moves in front of Cirri, ready to take on whatever might have heard her as they progress toward the second horn blast.

Merida, confident in her companions' abilities had been waiting until later to act. When the wolverine fell, and the soldiers were identified, she also searched to pick up the Shadow Lodge's trail.

Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

During the days between missions, Merida has her fill (which is only about 1.5 mugs) of ale, and laughter. When Cirri talks to her about dog breeds, she's very intrigued to learn what exactly a "breed" is. Among her tribes-people dogs were used to hunt, and for warmth. They certainly culled the sick and weak, but she had no idea that people in other cultures would mate certain dogs together to bring about certain traits. Wait until the beast-master hears of this!

With her new spoils, the barbarian becomes a bit more civilized. She invests in stronger armor, and has her father's old falchion re-forged by a skilled mage-smith.

Coming upon the battle scene, Merida scans to see if anyone is still alive.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Merida had been holding up her crossbow, trying and failing to see a clear shot throughout the battle, and was relieved to hear that the tiny dragon had fallen.

At the mention of ale, Merida pipes in, "Sounds like a plan Mr. Ryskovich!" Merida gives away all but one (4) of her trail rations to the prisoners, planning to buy more later.

That was Merida's first go, so she's still Level 1.

Merida makes quick work of unlocking everyone's shackles and also lets them take as much of her trail rations as they can have, "My tribe practices fasting often, I'm certain I can manage without this if it means you all keeping up your strength." Lemme know how much they take (out of 5 days worth) if we're tracking all that.

She hangs back with the prisoners while the others explore the lodge. She brandishes her crossbow, just in case their search uncovers something unwelcome.

Merida retrieves her falchion, then searches the goblins for the keys to the prisoners' shackles. Take 20 for a 26 if we have a minute, 10 for a 16 if we don't

Merida moves to a safe place among the crates to the north, and fires another bolt at the goblin attacking Pandora. Crossbow, IC: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 2 + 1 = 15 Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 2

Merida thanks Quinray for the healing, but remains behind her comrades. From there, she shoots the only enemy she can see clearly.

Crossbow, IC: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 1 = 8 Much to no one's surprise, it goes wide.

Merida drops her falchion, draws her crossbow and notches a bolt.

Forgot about the AoO rule with withdrawal and all...so yes, that's a withdraw action (thanks for the reminder Cirri)

No, she's hoping for some healing soon, whilst providing sub-par ranged cover...

Sorry I'm so late...but can I make an adjustment to Merida's action? She wouldn't hang around with 3 hp...She would move back behind Quinray. If it's not allowed, I'll understand, it has been a couple days.

Sorry I'm late, no day job anyway.

Ref: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21 Whaaa...?! Totally made that! So glad I tried to sneak! haha

In a feat of uncharacteristic acrobatic ability, Merida avoids falling into the pit which opened up beneath her.

Breathing heavily, and with a heartbeat audible to the unaided ear, Merida, lying at Cirri's feet looks up at her and says, "Maybe we should find some other way across..."

Merida tries comically to move quietly to where she can see into the space on the right.

Stealth: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (11) - 2 = 9

Merida is visibly disappointed that her part in the skirmish didn't last very long. She walks back and retrieves her crossbow. Leaving her falchion brandished, she follows (or leads, if they prefer) her party through the next door provided Pandora clears it.

Merida dropped the crossbow so she wouldn't have to waste her move action by stowing it. So, is she on top of the bookcase right now? Or is she on the other side?

Listening to Pandora while playing...this song came on, I about died laughing. I'm not just droppin' hammers, I'm droppin' hammerguys! haha

Merida, seeing she's a bit blocked off, tries to climb the bookshelf--or if that fails, push it over--so that she can get at the old man.

Climb: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13 Str: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

If she hurtles the obstacle one way or the other, she takes a swing at the old man.

Falchion, IC: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 1 = 11 Damage: 2d4 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (2, 2) + 6 + 1 = 11

"I thought you'd never ask!" Merida smiles at Cirri as she drops her crossbow to brandish her falchion; she moves opposite her new comrade and lays into the hammer-wielding numbskull.

Falchion, IC: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 1 = 17
Damage, IC: 2d4 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (1, 4) + 6 + 1 = 12

Merida double moves down the stairs and up to the old man to help her friend, "Okay gramps! Let's see what you got!" With a double move, Merida can move 80'. I think I did the math right on her motion, but please move her back if she's gone too far.

Merida tries to make her way down the stairs quietly as well, feeling her way along the wall with crossbow drawn until somebody lights up the place. As she moves, she feels, listens, and smells for anything out of the ordinary.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Merida fires an arrow up at the closest goblin to her. Purple

Crossbow, IC: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 2 + 1 = 21 Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 2

"Any of you magic users have something that can bring down these gobbys? Or maybe the rafters they're on? Like fire maybe? Or if you do have fire, try setting something on fire somewhere else so they get distracted and leave us alone! Worked for a friend of mine in Sandpoint."

Merida moves into the room, crossbow drawn, and takes a quick turn to stay out of the light 20% miss chance, thank you very much. She nocks a bolt, and points up, ready to shoot anyone she sees or who is pointed out to her.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Merida moves up behind Rysky and Pandora, whilst drawing her light crossbow. Once in position, she lets a bolt fly over her comrades' heads at the roused dog, hoping to do enough damage to scare it off.

Lt Crossbow: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8
Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Crit Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6 (probably) 14 dmg, sorry puppy :(

Unfortunately, the dog dips its head right when the bolt reaches it, and the bolt does serious damage. "Oh no! I'm so sorry!" Merida gasps, accidentally and briefly betraying her bad-girl façade.