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Mithralline dies, for a second time, almost as ignominiously as the first, her tiny body crumpled on the ground.

Reflex (trained): 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 11 - 4 = 10 Hero Point
Reflex (trained): 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 11 - 4 = 8 Whelp, that's pretty classic Mithralline

Barring someone else doing something, I think that's it for her.

Stabilize? (with Toughness, so DC 11): 1d20 ⇒ 8 Damn; undying 3

Mithralline turns just in time to take the blow, and crumples to the ground. Shield Block wouldn't save me, so ... I'm undying 2.

Oof! Those temp HP went fast.

Mithralline screeches in rage and lays a hand on herself, healing most of her own wounds hey, I remembered I can help myself!. She glares balefully at the hag, then proceeds to continue eviscerating her help first. The poor, bleeding, slightly delicious grad assistant gets a scythe to the neck, and then another vicious bite.

She glances back, wondering where her minions are and if they've been eviscerated. They'd better hope they have considering how little they're helping her!

Touch of corruption, strike x2 (or if first strike is a killing blow, Raise Shield)

Touch of corruption: 7d6 ⇒ (2, 2, 4, 2, 4, 2, 3) = 19 And my dice rolling continues to be great.
+1 striking Lion scythe (agile, finesse, trip, divine ally: fearsome): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (16) + 16 = 32
Damage (slashing): 2d6 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (3, 6) + 6 + 2 = 17

Fangs (grapple, unarmed): 1d20 + 16 - 5 ⇒ (18) + 16 - 5 = 29
Damage (piercing): 1d6 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 2 = 9

Did I actually Drain Blood? I assumed not with the natty 1, but if so, the creature becomes drained 1, and you gain temporary HP equal to the target's level that last for 10 minutes. Further uses against the target don't increase the drained condition or grant you more temporary HP.

Mithralline maintains her hold on the teaching assistant and this time sinks her fangs deep into his neck, drinking deeply of his blood. She grins as he begins to pale and bites again.

Athletics (master) to Grapple vs. Fort DC: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19
Athletics (master) to Drink Blood vs. Fort DC: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (19) + 16 = 35

Fangs (grapple, unarmed), iterative: 1d20 + 16 - 5 ⇒ (6) + 16 - 5 = 17
Damage (piercing): 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Sounds like the grad assistant I'm on isn't the one fleeing, so I'm assuming I'm still on them and in the midst of melee.

Ignoring the skeleton, Mithralline tries to biter the grad student.

Action 1: Grapple; Action 2: assuming that first roll failed, trying to Grapple again (or Drink Blood if it didn't fail); Action 3: If the second attempt to grapple failed (meaning I can't drink blood), Raise Shield
Athletics (master) to Grapple vs. Fort DC: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19
Athletics (master) to Grapple vs. Fort DC: 1d20 + 16 - 5 ⇒ (7) + 16 - 5 = 18 Going to try again if that didn't work, with the MAP
Athletics (master) to Drink Blood vs. Fort DC: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17
Well, I think the dice are decreeing this turn is a waste...

Raising her shield, Mithralline snarls. "You'll die painfully for that!"

She then proceeds to ignore the skeletons, dashing past them and leaping on one of the assistants, scythe flashing.

"Surrender now and I'll make it painless when I dine on your blood and end your miserable life!"

+1 striking Lion scythe (agile, finesse, trip, divine ally: fearsome): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17 Hero Pointing that
+1 striking Lion scythe (agile, finesse, trip, divine ally: fearsome): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (10) + 16 = 26
Damage (slashing): 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (1, 5) + 6 = 12

Mithralline ponders. Should they kill her children now? But no, better to let them live until they are ready to deal with Nathnelma permanently; for now, they are just trying to learn more about her.

"Upstairs," she hisses, directing her servants away from the voices.

"How dare you!" Mithralline screeches, issuing her iron command.

So prone or 2d6 persistent mental

Undaunted, she keeps her shield raised and continues to slash the mummy.

+1 striking Lion scythe (agile, finesse, trip, divine ally: fearsome): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (19) + 16 = 35
Damage (slashing): 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (5, 5) + 6 = 16
Crit? The target becomes frightened 1 and takes 1d6+1 persistent bleed damage. (You gain an item bonus to this bleed damage equal to the weapon's item bonus to attack rolls.)

+1 striking Lion scythe (agile, finesse, trip, divine ally: fearsome), iterative: 1d20 + 16 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 16 - 4 = 16
Damage (slashing): 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (4, 6) + 6 = 16

Mithralline lets out a wild laugh as she leaps from the crumbling first mummy onto the second, shield raised and scythe flashing.

Raise Shield, Stride, Strike
+1 striking Lion scythe (agile, finesse, trip, divine ally: fearsome): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (9) + 16 = 25
Damage (slashing): 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (3, 5) + 6 = 14

"You have chosen the wrong master!" Mithralline declares, even if it's not the mummy's fault they haven't met her yet. She darts forward, shield raised, and slashes through the nearer mummy with her scythe.

Raise Shield, Stride, Strike
+1 striking Lion scythe (agile, finesse, trip, divine ally: fearsome): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (18) + 16 = 34
Damage (slashing): 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 6) + 6 = 14
Crit? The target becomes frightened 1 and takes 1d6+1 persistent bleed damage. (You gain an item bonus to this bleed damage equal to the weapon's item bonus to attack rolls.)

"Now is our opportunity," Mithralline informs Aily at her suggestion. "He will be fine. But next time, be more careful when you go to open a door!"

She waits impatiently for Caraid to fix up Ceceka and then gestures for them to proceed into the manor.

I think we'd need a level 4 restoration to remove drained condition.

Realizing this stupid wraiths can't hurt her, Mithralline continues her all-out assault, trying to draw their attention.

"You have chosen the wrong master. Choose again, or die for good!"

Intimidation to Demoralize (and hopefully draw their attention!), then Strike x2
Intimidation (expert): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28
Aura of fear: Enemies within 15 feet of you take a –1 circumstance penalty to saving throws against fear. In addition, an enemy that ends its turn within 15 feet of you can't reduce the value of its frightened condition below 1.

+1 striking Lion scythe (agile, finesse, trip, divine ally: fearsome): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33
Damage (slashing): 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (5, 2) + 6 = 13
Crit? The target becomes frightened 1 and takes 1d6+1 persistent bleed damage. (You gain an item bonus to this bleed damage equal to the weapon's item bonus to attack rolls.)

+1 striking Lion scythe (agile, finesse, trip, divine ally: fearsome): 1d20 + 16 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 16 - 4 = 26
Damage (slashing): 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (5, 2) + 6 = 13

"Stupid creatures," Mithralline snarls, moving to attack the one Acherella is flailing at. "You couldn't hit me if you tried," she taunts, hoping to draw their attacks to herself.

Stride, Strike x2
+1 striking Lion scythe (agile, finesse, trip, divine ally: fearsome): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (12) + 16 = 28
Damage (slashing): 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (3, 6) + 6 = 15

+1 striking Lion scythe (agile, finesse, trip, divine ally: fearsome, iterative): 1d20 + 16 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 16 - 4 = 21
Damage (slashing): 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (1, 3) + 6 = 10

"No! They are mine!" Mithralline snarls as the wraiths attack. She flies up to one with shield raised, and strikes with her scythe.

Raise Shield, Stride, Strike
+1 striking ghost touch Lion scythe (agile, finesse, trip, divine ally: fearsome): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33
Damage (slashing): 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (1, 6) + 6 = 13
Crit? The target becomes frightened 1 and takes 1d6+1 persistent bleed damage. (Though these guys may be immune to both?) [/ooc]

Mithalline approaches the door. "I see no reason to slink in like some pathetic fairy," she says, gesturing for her handmaiden to do the honors.

Seeing the doubt in her followers' eyes, Mithralline grits her fangs. "Let us go get some equipment to help you all. Unless you'd like me to turn you now?"

She eyes their throats.

Mithralline licks her lips, her eyes bright after a fine meal. She's almost grateful the idiot woman ran. Nothing beats eating after working up an appetite. She grins knowing the fool Pharasmin will likely be raised as the undead she hated in life. A fitting fate for someone who would dare to attack her! If she didn't already have to deal with Aggravation, she might consider claiming the woman as a minion, but one such thrall to keep track of is more than she really has energy for.

She brings her attention back to the cleric. "You are most welcome, of course. If you do not have the ash, we shall do without. Has this Nathnelma made any other requests of you?"

"Don't think you can get away so easily!" Mithralline yells, flying after the woman and again trying to sink her fangs into the priest to restrain her.

Stride x2, Grapple!
Athletics (master) vs. Fort DC: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (9) + 16 = 25

Fortitude (expert): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33
Fortitude (expert): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29
Fortitude (expert): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33
Well, those are unexpected rolls for Mithralline. Of course the biggest one is the one I didn't crit. :)

"Fight!" Mithralline yells toward Caraid as the coward retreats from the Pharasmins.

She charges toward the Pharasmin leader, wings a blur, planning to dine on the cleric's blood.

Stride, Grapple, Drink Blood
Athletics (master) to Grapple vs. Fort DC: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19
Athletics (master) to Drink Blood vs. Fort DC: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22
Yeah, those rolls seem more usual.

"To fulfill our goddess' will, of course," Mithralline says, having exactly zero idea of what someone would actually use the substance for. "But the specifics are none of your concern."

"Shadow ash," Mithralline replies promptly. "We will need to take all that you have on hand."

She snaps at Aily for the woman to hold out a bag to collect the reagent in.

Mithralline wants to lick her lips at the idea of an Urgathoan feast -- she casts a quick glance at Telvir, Caraid and Ceceka -- but of course she has far too much dignity to let her interest show.

"As my minion says, we have much to do at the moment," she replies. "We are in need of these supplies."

Mithralline's torn for a rare moment, caught between pleasure that this Blood Lord realized that she is clearly the group's leader and deserves to be given things, and fury that he thinks she appreciates whimsy like some sort of common fey, or -- worse -- might be patronizing her!

As they depart, she hands the rod to Telvir. "Here, you may hold this for me." I think this probably makes sense for Telvir or Caraid, so feel free to swap it around if you want.

"Yes, let us go to the temple and see what we can learn," Mithralline agrees.

Mithralline glares at Caraid. Rotten luck!

"You may be on my team, Alliance," Mithralline "offers" Aily, quickly setting herself up to win.

She comes out aggressive, playing as the Builders League, before switching tactics briefly as her servant continually distracts her from the actual game. Great rolls, as always, for Mithralline.

"I have heard some little bit about this Nathnelma, a hag of some repute. Tell me more."

Intimidation (expert) vs. DC 21: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17
Intimidation (expert) vs. DC 22: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17
Diplomacy (trained) vs. DC 21: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25 +1 blood point
Intimidation (expert) vs. DC 23: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 14 = 19
Diplomacy (trained) vs. DC 22: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27 +1 blood point (2 total)
Intimidation (expert) vs. DC 24: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (9) + 14 = 23

Mithralline scowls as he sees Zthni hand something to her servant. Trying to steal Apatheta? If you think I will allow anyone to take anything of mine, you will learn, Blood Lord or no!

Still, the sun is about to rise, and finding a nice coffin to rest in is a better way to spend the day. "Armadillo! It's time to rest!"

Mithralline's intrigued by the blood, since it's delicious, but turns up her nose at the various drugs. She's no longer a simpering, sybaritic fey, gallivanting around looking like a fool. She mocks Ceceka and Addicty as they engage in the debauchery (or pretend to), but holds herself above it, uncaring how she might look to others. Zthni may not care, but she knows that a blood lord must act above her lessers.

Intimidation (expert): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (9) + 14 = 23
Intimidation (expert): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27
Intimidation (expert): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (17) + 14 = 31
Intimidation (expert): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22
Intimidation (expert): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32

Two critical success; no failures! Of course, we don't know that many people to ask about.

"So, this Nathnelma. What more can you tell us about her? And Kyril? He seems like more than a money counter..."

Mithralline gives a cold smile. "Yes, they may be very useful," she agrees.

"Come, Advisa, have you secured lodgings for us yet? We apparently have some time to kill, and unless you want me to have something else to kill, I don't intend to spend it loitering on the street."

Mithralline nods at the blood lords. "You say you've heard reports of us?" she asks, politely. There's no reason to antagonize these two as long as they continue being respectful. While she's more involved with the Builders League, it can't hurt to have more factions behind her.

Mithralline looks around, surprised slightly at Berline's -- coincidental? -- appearance in the city. Still, she doesn't let it show as she approaches the halfling. Never let your potential enemies see a hint of weakness, after all.

"Yes, you may introduce us," she agrees, glancing at Annoying to make sure she doesn't make a social faux pas by demanding to be the one to introduce her. Yes, it's her job, but in this case, Mithralline expects she'll realize it's more important to let the Blood Lord handle the task.

Perhaps when I take my rightful place, if she does a good job here, I will give her that task and let Altiloquious handle something else where I don't have to hear her voice.

Sorry, I meant Ceceka for the poisons (and the invisibility potion).

Confession: I think I get confused between the two of you because of your avatars (Telvir looks more like a fighter to me!). :)

But we can just assume that's Mithralline not bothering to tell one of you from the other.

OK, turns out I had some time today, so here's the loot list since the last time we compiled, starting in Pagked and ending in Sallowshore (so up to this post).

Also including my thoughts of what to do with them:
bag of holding type II Give to Telvir/Caraid to hold; whoever didn't take the type I bag of holding, above
two vials of giant scorpion venom Telvir?
greater leaper’s elixir Aily?
invisibility potion Telvir? Who has the worst Stealth
salve of antiparalysis party loot
shark tooth charm Aily? Need to be an expert in Acrobatics. It's a pretty nice talisman though
traveler’s any-tool party loot? Or just sell?
stony hag eye Caraid already claimed
lesser winter wolf elixir party loot? Unless someone wants to claim it
lesser elixir of life party loot? Unless someone wants to claim it
moderate antidote party loot, just need to determine who's holding it
necklace of fireballs type I Mithralline? Probably should use it pretty soon, since that save DC is pretty low. No strong feelings. We could also sell it

To sell/coins
250 gp
ring of wizardry type I that resembles a skeletal snake eating its tail none of us can use, so sell for 180 gp
230 gp in assorted jewelry
150 gp
various gems worth 80 gp.
extraction cauldron (worth 85 gp, so we don't have to lug it around)
60 gp of alchemical materials
1,035 gold, so that's 207 gp each

Mithralline bathes in the adoration of the townsfolk, quite pleased that they acknowledge her supremacy. Once she's finished her business in town, she prepares to move on to Yled. She has business there, to finish dealing with this Graveclaw threat!

Mithralline - Level 7!
+1 to everything
+13 HP
Armor expertise: Become expert in armor AND gain the armor specialization effects of medium and heavy armor
general feat: Fleet (+5 speed, up to 25 feet)
skill increase: Athletics to master! (bitey bitey bitey!)
weapon specialization: You deal 2 additional damage with weapons and unarmed attacks in which you are an expert.

Mithralline shrieks as the giant hits her -- and then worse ignores her! "No one makes me bleed my own blood! Nobody!" she screeches. If he weren't quite so big, she would give him a little of his own medicine. Since that's not an option, she decides she'll make him bleed with her scythe sadly, I assume he's Large, so can't grapple him.

Strike x2, Raise Shield
+1 striking Lion scythe (agile, finesse, trip, divine ally: fearsome): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30
Damage (slashing): 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 3) + 4 = 8

+1 striking Lion scythe (agile, iterative): 1d20 + 15 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 15 - 4 = 27
Damage (slashing): 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (5, 6) + 4 = 15

Persistent bleed: 3d6 ⇒ (3, 6, 5) = 14 oof!
Flat check: 1d20 ⇒ 16 well, that helps

Mithralline considers draining the giant's blood, but is pretty sure it's far too salty, and could destroy her kidneys. She settles for slashing him more with her scythe.

I really want to bite him, but I suspect he's got a very good Fort, so not likely to succeed. So Strike x2, Raise Shield

+1 striking Lion scythe (agile, finesse, trip, divine ally: fearsome): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18
Damage (slashing): 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 6) + 4 = 11

+1 striking Lion scythe (agile, finesse, trip, divine ally: fearsome): 1d20 + 15 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 15 - 4 = 28
Damage (slashing): 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (1, 5) + 4 = 10

Mithralline charges toward the giant, shield raised. She alights on the giant's shoulder, like an evil demon, and slashes with her scythe.

Raise Shield, Swim, Strike
Athletics (expert) to Swim: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19

+1 striking Lion scythe (agile, finesse, trip, divine ally: fearsome): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (16) + 15 = 31
Damage (slashing): 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (4, 1) + 4 = 9
Crit? The target becomes frightened 1 and takes 1d6+1 persistent bleed damage.

Mithralline smiles at the two obsequious golems. Finally something besides Abli that recognizes how she should be treated.

"The Bride-of-the-Sea dared? She's already been punished for such impertinence with death -- and not unlife! -- but this will not stand."

She turns to lead her companions back out to where the giant waited for them. "If it gives us any trouble, we will kill it, then destroy the shrine," she orders.

Yeah, I think that makes sense.

Mithralline smiles toothily, showing her fangs as Sahni falls. "Serves you right, sea cow," she gloats, not noticing Cariad taking the ring.

"You did well. Now let us see if there's anything here of use, since this ... thing ... certainly was not. We still need to find out why they were trying to murder my people."

Our original mission, just as a reminder.

Mithralline snarls, and taunts Sahni, "Your power is feeble!"

Raising her shield, she charges toward the hag, scythe raised

Raise Shield, cast athletic rush (one action, using it to Swim), Strike!

Athletics (expert) to Swim, Athletic Rush: 1d20 + 15 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 15 + 2 = 33

+1 striking Lion scythe (agile, finesse, trip, divine ally: fearsome): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (18) + 15 = 33
Damage (slashing): 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 5) + 4 = 15
Crit? The target becomes frightened 1 and takes 1d6+1 persistent bleed damage.

It's not nice to call Annoyance an Annoyance when you're also sleeping with her! (Unless you're married.) Also, how is that you used that as a name for Avocado before me? (Unless I have and I've forgotten.)

Mithralline snarls at the crocodile.

"No, he is mine and you cannot have him!" she tells it as she swims forward, shield raised, to attack it.

Raise Shield, Swim, Strike
Athletics (expert): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28
+1 striking Lion scythe (agile, finesse, trip, divine ally: fearsome): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23
Damage (slashing): 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (5, 1) + 4 = 10

Mithralline snarls at the crocodiles, showing them her teeth. They may not be bigger than the undead's but she's sure they're sharper!

"Fine. Go try to talk to it. Don't come crying to me, though, if it attacks you," Mithralline gracefully assents to her servant's request.

Does she want to sleep with that one too?

Religion (trained): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17

Finally, something that has enough sense to stay out of my way!

Mithralline gives the giant a hard stare, to make sure it knows it should continue to do nothing, then raises her shield and leads the way forward.

Earlier
Impudents! Kill them all! Mithralline thinks for a moment as the mob confronts them. But as Caraid talks, and they deliver their tribute, she thinks again. These people simply need a gentler -- if still iron -- hand. She will take them under her wings after they've defeated Sahni. Clearly they have been properly cowed already, and they understand how they should treat with their betters, with offers of gold and potions.

She nods to Caraid. He's done well. She'll have to remember to permit him some time with Amorous later.

Now
The fairy vampire tyrant genuflects for a moment at the temple of her goddess, before heading in, gesturing for Ambushina to go first and look for any traps that might await them.

I'm fine with that. Let's rest and head down after Sahni tomorrow?

Mithralline ponders the offer. "We shall think on it," she replies, keeping her plans for now to herself.

"Yes, I'm fine," Mithralline replies, in exasperation. As if she could be anything else. The stupid eel barely hurt her.