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Thanks for running!
Good game everyone!

”Huzzay!”, cries Hellpup. He gets overly excited, and belches some hellfire.

”Excuse me!”

Okay, not sure I can do this, but can I use Quick Jump to Anakin over the Souldbound and come down with a chop? What kind of DC would I be looking at?

I assume you want to flank with Marcella? That’s a 15’ jump, which should be a DC 15

Hellpup’s eyes light up. Getting to their paws, they turn to Cutie. ”In nomine Asmodeus”, they say in a sing-song voice.

Stand, Cast blood ward (vs constructs), guidance on Cutie
+3 temp HP for Cutie from Flappy

I just noticed a big omission on hellpup's familiar. As a remastered witch with the the faith's flamekeeper patron (Statblock doesn't say so but it has to be since that is the only divine witch and the only one that grants Stoke the Heart.) Flappy should be a familiar of restored spirit, granting 3 temp HP to one creature within 15 feet whenever Hellpup casts or sustains a hex.

As we are getting our butts kicked right now that might be useful.

Faith's Flamekeeper

Thanks for catching that. I’ll have to start casting hexes

Hellpup gasps as Cutie goes down. They pull out a healing potion, bound over to the rabbit, and pour it in.

Healing: 1d8 ⇒ 7

Hellpup yips in pain from the mean chair. They take a moment to heal, then raise the red pentacle again.

Cast heal (two-action), shield

Healing: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

”You can do it this time!”, says Hellpup.

Cast guidance on Marcella

Hellpup sniffs around, but doesn’t find anything at first.

”Where the Hell is it?”

Religion: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 1 = 16
Religion: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 1 = 23

"I've been studying wards like this, y'know..."

Hellpup sniffs at the ward. ”Hey, me too!”

Occultism: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 7 + 2 = 23

”Is this quiet enough?”, Hellpup whispers.

Flappy flaps their head with a leathery wing. They cringe, but continue on.

Stealth: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Hero Point that

Stealth: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Hellpup howls in triumph. They bound toward the other guard, and offer more hellfire.

Stride, Cast divine lance

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Damage: 2d4 ⇒ (1, 3) = 4Spi

Hellpup gasps at their opponent. ”A werebatpig!”, they exclaim. ”I never heard of those!”

A burst of hellfire erupts from their mouth, coming to scorch the boar’s soul. Then a glowing red pentacle appears before them, apparently drawn in crayon.

Cast divine lance, shield

Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
Damage: 2d4 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7Spi

Hellpup checks under the couch, since all kinds of interesting stuff winds up there. Flappy flies up to the top of the desk, to help the wizard.

+5 Perception for both

Hellpup pops out next, a bat-shaped scrap of leather fluttering up behind them. The leather-bound stuffie looks disappointed.

”Are you sure we can’t rip out his throat, and send him to Hell?”, they ask hopefully. ”I was kinda looking forward to that part”

Flappy lands on their head, and pats it with one of their wings, as the fearsomely cute canine casts mage armor.

I’ll take Hellpup.

Ezren conjures a glistening green bolt, and sends it toward the skeleton menacing Sir Miles. He then traces a protective rune in the air.

Cast acid arrow, shield

Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
Damage: 3d8 ⇒ (2, 4, 8) = 14A

Hero Point

Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

Ezren conjures a glistening green hand, and sends it toward the skeleton menacing Sir Miles. He then traces a protective rune in the air.

Cast acid grip, shield. Legacy pregen had acid arrow. Ref DC 19

Damage: 2d8 ⇒ (7, 6) = 13A

"Booker, I think it is time to move on once more" Doc says chuckling to herself. "Ummm, after the report I guess."

She then checks her purse, "Reward for a job well done?"

”Not so fast, Doc!”, says Zakzak. ”We got a game to finish, remember?”

Fort save: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

Zakzak gives the approaching zombie a twisted grin. He snaps at its leg, before boring into its abdomen.

Feint, Strike, Strike
Deception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Attack 1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25
Damage 1: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Attack 2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
Damage 2: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Zakzak screeches ”DIE DIE DIE!”, as his hands move in a frenzy. He shoves a handful of tableware into his gun, before firing it at the zombie. Then he hastily crams some more cutlery into it, and unloads that as well.

Reload, Strike, Risky Reload
Attack 1: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
Damage 1: 1d6 ⇒ 6B
Attack 2: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Damage 2: 1d6 ⇒ 2S

Fort save: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

Free of the lady zombie’s grasp, Zakzak ducks behind Booker, and sticks a handful of serving pieces into the mouth of his gun.

”Catch!”, he yells, before firing at their final foe.

Step, Reload, Strike Purple
Attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3S

Is Orange still up?

Zakzak grimaces at the lady zombie, rotting gore dripping from his mouth. ”Uh-uh-UH-uh!”, he says in a sing-song voice, before he attacks her next.

Step, Strike, Strike (Orange)
Attack 1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
Damage 1: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Attack 2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Damage 2: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Crit!

Zakzak sees Booker getting mobbed, and faring poorly. With a ”YAAAAAAA!”, he runs up on the one that has him grabbed, and starts chomping away.

Stride, Strike, Strike
Attack 1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
Damage 1: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Attack 2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Damage 2: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

They were the prettiest spoons he’d ever seen. Glistening like diamonds (he’d never seen diamonds in real life, but they looked the way he’d always pictured them), they lay tucked in a velvet-lined box.

Q: Could they be magical?

”Don’t even think about it!”, warned Mrs. Rickard. ”That’s my prized collection!”

As he scooped up the other cutlery, he bumped into the breakfront, sending a cascade of dishes crashing to the floor. While she bemoaned her shattered china, he grabbed the box and bolted out.

Now, faced by what is surely some sort of…dire zombie?…he rammed the shining treasures into the ever-hungry bore.

A: Only one way to find out.

Reload, Stride, Strike at Black
Attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5B
Deadly: 1d10 ⇒ 2

Zakzak points his spoon gun at the zombie’s face with a screech, before he starts chowing down on its leg.

Feint, Strike, Strike
Deception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Attack 1: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20+2 for Feint?
Damage 1: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Attack 2: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10+2 for Feint?
Damage 2: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Zakzak shrugs, and closes the door, setting the bar in place.

Avoiding Notice +9

Zakzak peers at the stage set. ”What’s that wiggly-looking stuff up there?”, he asks. ”Bet that’s got something to do with it”

Zakzak cackles at Doc’s quip. ”Knocked ‘em UN-dead!”, he replies. ”Izzat better or worse?”

Eyeing the shambling dead suspiciously, Zakzak creeps his way to the theater.

Stewlth: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

Zakzak looks over at the others. ”Are we going sneeky, or are we going fast?”

After helping himself to whatever cutlery and kitchen implements Mrs. Rickard would spare, Zakzak once again tries his tightrope-walking act.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

If that’s a fall, I’ll Hero it

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

AT RICKARD’S GUNNERY & SALES

“Take what you need, then. I’ve got more to spare, and anything that gets through the front door will have to deal with my cannon first!”

”Thanks!”, says Zakzak. He ignores the lockbox, and heads for the kitchen.

In that case, I’d like to take that Hero Point back, since I thought failure meant hitting the dirt

Zakzak flails around on the tightrope, swaying from side to side, as he tries to make some progress.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

Zakzak takes a wobbly stance on the clothesline. Then he furrows his brow, and charges across!

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

Hero Point that!

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

Looks like he used all his luck at the poker table

Booker looks at the damage to his shirt and thinks I'll have to sew this up later... before waiting his turn to climb along the rope.

[dice=athletics]1d20+8

Do you want to Hero Point that?

”Thanks!”, says Zakzak. Taking Zindarel’s potion, he grabs one of his own, and double-fists them.

Healing: 2d8 ⇒ (7, 2) = 9

”Gah!”, cries Zakzak. ”I can’t collect if I’m dead, huh!?” He pulls away from Doc, and looks out the window.

What are our chances of getting to the roof of the inn, and jumping across to the theater?

Zakzak sweeps his pointed finger around the room. ”You all saw it!”, he says, before trailing the others upstairs.

”First things first!”, cries Zakzak. He hobbles over to the table, and turns his cards up.

”Read ‘em and weep!”, he declares. ”All reds!”

Zakzak grabs another fistful of janky tableware, and shoves it into the barrel. He aims his weapon at the two zombies that attacked him, and gives them a farewell salute. Then he scampers under a nearby table, pops up next to the third zombie, and goes for the chomp.

Reload, Stride, Strike
Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20 Flat-footed
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Hey, it works now! :-D

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