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Actions:

Hecate: 30 v touch for 3 damage. Crit? 15 v touch for 21 damage)
12 v touch for 2 damage.

Nova: 13 for 16 damage.

Golems: 25 damage to Nova, other attack avoided.
25 more damage from second golem.

Nova AoO: 31 for 14 damage. Crit? 22 for 23 damage if crit.

Scath AoO: 18 for 12 damage. Bite: 19 for 10 damage.

Gray: 26 for 16 damage.

Hecate: 17 v touch for 8 damage. 17 v touch for 8 Damage.

Pierce: 26 v. touch for 20 damage. 15 v. touch for 17 damage.

Roy: 12 and 10.

Nova: 32 for 17 damage. Crit? 14.

Now all you have to do is compare them to your statistics, rather than digging through.

Do not type it up on here. Type it elsewhere. You only have around 30 minutes to do things on here before the forum trolls realize what's going on and come out from under their bridge to eat your post. Just do edits elsewhere.

The biggest thing that you need to understand as a GM is action-reaction. Players need to see the results of their actions, even when it's effectively nothing. 'I jump up to look in the hole in the wall.' 'it appears to be a window, but it's too dark outside to see' is much better than 'you see nothing', and infinitely better than 'The group travels on.'

When/If I start to DM on here, I'm gonna go post by post figuring out what I need to reply to, and putting things in that order in a post. Missing out on actions players feel are important is a very big deal. Combat actions are -always- a big deal. A single combat will take between a day (with lucky rolls and active players) and until the end of the campaign (with inactive players and/or poor rolls). So every single chance you get to point out what happens in a combat will work for the better.

It's fine. I feel like Gray is pretty much in his prime around level 6, though I can't be sure. He fills out a lot more of his weaknesses as he levels. We'll see. :)

But you're also probably hitting for less than their DR with average damage. :( Guns just don't do that much unless you grab things from 3.5 books, or you heavily enchant them. Keep in mind, them having DR is just a guess.

I have a feeling we can't hurt them without critting, without being a heavy hitter, or using elemental damage. And as we're lacking in 2h power attackers, and blaster casters, coupled with the fact that most creatures have ac similar to their attack bonus... we're probably looking at at least 23 base ac. Probably closer to 25-28. So... hope for crits, or Damian/Bond to do decent damage.

Edit: deleted part that was better off as a pm.

Nova, Hec and Scath, monsters, Damian, Gray, Pierce and Roy is initiative order, since it was never posted, to my knowledge, but I don't at all blame you guys for waiting to see the results of a possible crit before acting again, as it could easily change actions.
Also, that's 24 without precision (29 with)

"Left all my magic in my other suit, Love."

What kind of knowledge check should we use on these?

Grey watches Nova nearly get bisected, but luckily the things don't have reach, despite their massive strengths, or she'd be dead... it was a good trick, one he knew as well. He moved to flank the one that Nova had just hit as it moved to attempt to flank her, charging if he had the space.

Attack: 1d20 + 12 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 12 + 2 + 2 = 26Flanking, Charging.
Damage: 1d6 + 7 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 5 = 16 5 precision.

Bulettes, widely considered to be the tank killers of CR7, have a -7 to hit, comparatively, and hit for 5 less average damage if all three of their attacks hit on a full attack. I do not think these are CR7, unless they're the new tank killers of CR7.

Unless Nova gets lucky with a parry, you just killed her. They couldn't miss without a nat 1, and their minimum damagex3 puts her at 1 hp. Scath is literally the only one that could survive three attacks at average damage. Meh.

Init: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Gray was more interested in the details of the room they were in, given how sparse it seemed to be. Was it decorated as if it were intended as a prison, or a treasury, or an antechamber, or...

Then he heard the door opening. He turned to see what the sound was, and didn't seem to notice that the statues were readying to attack.

My pet Canadian had an American Thanksgiving in honor of American Thanksgiving. :P

Meanwhile, bored of staring down the sentinels, Gray begins to look over the room,examining things in detail. The statues, walls, floors, ceilings, torches, how the torches are connected, if there is any furniture... the list goes on.

All enjoyed their ritual sacrifices yesterday, I trust? :)

Nova is currently having internet problems. They're not going to get it fixed until probably monday.

Felt like I should give adequate warning: I put a lot of effort into the creation of Gray, and a lot of things fell into place really well... but I'm very quickly losing my muse for him, and trying to roleplay him is becoming... boring. I'll keep trying, but if something doesn't change, I'll wind up withdrawing from this.

"That'd be a no, for my part." Gray shrugs. Infiltrating ships was notoriously lacking in traps.

Gray rolls his eyes.

Gray, bored, heads for the doors and throws them open without ceremony, though, with his nonglowing axe in hand, he's certainly ready to retaliate at against any sudden threats.

If there's no source of light in the room, currently, Gray is holding one of his axes, which is casting off the cat-eye colored light.

"Let's not be hasty. Anyone who's willing to let me sleep through the night and doesn't get us killed has done a fine job, I'd say. Now, the real question is... What kind of game is being played here..? Gray doesn't even stop his stretching as he speaks.

After a long, good night's rest, Gray rises, and stretches... taking a bit more time than is necessary to do so. The whole thing was very reminiscent of a cat. He patently ignored the brass surrounding himself... or bronze... or whatever one wanted to call it. It was no different from the day prior.

Unless interrupted, Gray sleeps for eight hours, then joins the watch.

As a caster, you -really- can't, and should say as much, probably :P

"I'll sleep, then. Wake me when something interesting happens. Otherwise, I'll wake myself."

Gray would do as instructed, it's not like he knew what he was doing in the wilds. Besides 'listen to the person who claims to know what's going on. But let them walk in front.'

Gray simply trudged after, as he kept his eyes open for danger.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25

"'least now we know there's a 'body' that's after us. And not just the land. Bloody troubling when that happens. We should probably look for high ground, and... a way to get out of the storm. Not sure I trust caves, though."

The cat watched the others idly.

That's why I bumped :P I figure DMs are allowed to miss posts... :)

*lets the kitty chew off his arm as he pretends to try to pet it.*

Bump.

Gray simply waited quietly, tapping his foot, as he waited for the spell to be finished.

Finding shelter was something he wasn't going to be good at.

"Called it..." Gray says defeatedly. "Hey. Can anyone convince one of the fliers to find us a cave to get us out of the rain?"

Not that he thought for a moment that rain was going to be the biggest of their worries... but being caught out in it was as deadly as anything could be. His tail twitched with agitation.

"You wanna know who's in charge? A psychopath. The ground tried to kill Sleepy, then the water tried to eat me and Grumpy." his hand motions to Scath as he shakes his head, ears pinned back. "Next up, it's gonna start raining, just to prove the sky hates us, too. We have -got- to get out of this basin."

11str and tiny... probably not. It's carrying capacity is 1.5 for quadruped, then 1/4 for tiny, I -think-. Assuming it's 1/3 just to err on the side of the player, that's still half of the capacity of an 11str human. :(

That was so cool, too.

It's kinda silly that its strength 'bonus' basically just removes its penalties to hit and damage for 10 rounds. XD.

Awww... I just made myself sad. I looked up silvanshee, thinking their strength bonus was actually +20. Not even close, at a +8. Because I was like 'man, that's hilarious and cool, combining silvanshee's 1 minute super strength with augment summoning.' But... alas. Both are enhancement bonuses. So the silvanshee, for one minute, has a whopping 11 strength. :(

Still hilarious to have a tiny creature be so strong, but... definitely not the ~27 I was expecting when I thought about it. That would have been hilarious. 'the tiny cat bites you... roll fort v. massive damage.' :P

Gray, for his part, points at the ground, and holds his fingers very close together, pantomiming what he wanted Damian to keep in mind as he flew him to the rock.

"Great. Did he say -where- under the earth!?" He moved away from the cliff face -and- where rocket-boy had been, in the meantime.

Gray was just moving away from the cliff at this point... which probably meant he was walking -into- the silence zone, completely unaware of what was going on.

As Damian took flight, Gray looked up watching him fly off with Roy, as he snapped his axe back into place on his hip. He would have commented, but Roy pretty much said the same thing Gray was thinking.

"I've no idea." Gray shrugged. "I've been done for a fair bit. I... don't really foresee an easy way out, given that Sleepy and Doc didn't see anything from above."

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

Same vein of thinking.

Gray apparently isn't pulled over the edge as the DM changes his mind. :P

If the above hits, it's also a threatened critical.

That's not dice wrath. That's 'if I don't botch, I hit anyone here :P

Gray starts hacking at his own vine with the axe.
Attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10Add 5 precision if it's affected by that.

If it doesn't bleed, can Scath still kill it? :P

Morisson looks over in the cat's general direction. "He's having some sort of trouble..."

For the first time, Gray unsheathes one of his axes, unsnapping a buckle that previously held it in place as he does so. The axe immediately begins to glow with the same green glow one sees in a cat's eyes in near-darkness. He moves over to investigate.

Gray watches the proceedings. "Guess he was the Chirurgeon, then. Good to know they sent us a Cleric, at least. Kind of. Would be nice if we understood each other. It'll be bad to tell him your head hurts and him give you something for nausea."

"Not that I don't think he already addled before, but if any of you lot is a doctor, it looks like he took a pretty nasty blow to the head. Might wanna have a look-see?" He steadily looked from person to person.

"Love... he's unconscious. He can't hear a word you're saying. Of course, telling a guy that just woke up after being blown up he was stupid to get himself blown up probably isn't the best way to warm an injured heart, but that's something for you to decide. The important part is that so far, we've met only hostilities... aside from within our group. Which is a bad sign.

He looked towards the water, where the cat was looking. "We all woke up around the same time. An eye spotted us when we got here, we followed the obvious path and found a mine of some kind. I haven't spotted any large wildlife since we got here, though I can't say I'd be able to spot anything smaller if I tried..." he shook his head. "But what we can say is that we haven't exactly been warmly welcomed. Flat out abandoned, I'd say... aye?"

Strange. She still hasn't shared her name. At least the other lady gave us a fake name.

"Yeah. Apparently something wants us dead." he eyes the exploded area warily.

With Hecate's help, slipping back over the edge is much easier, especially after Damian snatches Roy back over the edge. He nodded slightly to Damian in acknowledgement.

He turned his attention back to Hecate. "Thanks for that, Miss..?" He asked as he dusted himself off.

To clarify, are you taking the unconscious cat back into the middle of the death circle? :P

If necessary, Gray simply repeats himself.

"A little help, mates? I'm not exactly built for lifting double my body weight. If you wouldn't mind..?" Came a strained voice from over the edge.