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Mortimer delays when the gnome cries out telepathically. He glances briefly over his shoulder beyond the gnome toward the source of the acid arrow.

What the… I wonder, do these stupid dragons even know that they are the wrong kind of worm for this age? 'Necro…zyte'. 'Necro' -- are they necromancer types – like that gaunt man in the Diamond Lake Observatory probably was? Like him, are these dragons also Abusers of the Dead, or Abused Undead themselves, or both?

Mortimer ponders as he double fly-moves to get into what he thinks will be a better position.

In any event, they both gotta go.

Despite the fact that no one can see him doing it, Mortimer raises the sword and jabs it in the air three times.

Stabby-stabby then?, he says through the telepathic bond. Will have to get closer. Eidi, I don’t suppose you could just ‘move’ me?!

With no Dimension door or other brought forthwith, and unless no one stops him, Mortimer makes his way toward the back of the tower in flight.

Stealth: 1d20 + 5 + 20 ⇒ (11) + 5 + 20 = 36 Invisible.

It's like sneaking up on a cat. Hopefully she’s a loud snorer.

Mortimer, activates The Lightning Sword’s (companion to the Sword of Aaqa) fly ability.

”Whoosh.”

Hey, Sol, he says through the telepathic bond as he flies up to her. Do you still have the Sword of Aaqa? Maybe we should wake her with a sonic boom then scatter! Or... maybe I should just go up there and stab it in the head!

Moved on map. I think I can be there? Forgot where I started.

When the gnome welcomes the spriggan into the inner circle, Gazzilfek does his best to comply.

Are we somehow in the same space as this filthy spirggan? Why do I feel the need to scrub my soul?

”"Oh yes, I did. Now, when you say 'perfectly fine', the hairs on my forearms rise up.

Mortimer listens to the wizened half elf express his thoughts.. ”I’m guessing if we wander around here we’ll run into her soon enough – but I wonder why she’s in here, and not out there with the other dragons. Is she not up for the greater battle out there?”

He smacks his lips together lightly when Ascaria casts Protection from Energy. What is that? Like… cinna...mint…? And it smells like mhyrr now. Weird. I like it.

He carries himself slightly taller and moves along with the others taking smallish steps so as not to make anyone feel rushed.

"Why go down there when there's a perfectly fine green one lurking around up here?" asks Mortimer. "Who did you say, Eidi? 'Necrozyte'?"

Mortimer observes the Giant King, and feels a twinge of empathy. He nudges Ascaria.

"Canary, what's wrong with him? Why is he so sick?"

He then (more gently) nudges Eidi.

"Do you think cookies might help him feel better?"

What a dumb jerk, this Captain. Threatening to tear people in half. Like, how does he even know what a 'phylactery' is?

Mortimer keeps his mouth shut as the Captain sizes up the Outcasts.

"You keep your weapons sheathed."

Albeit reluctantly, Mortimer thrusts his hands into his pockets and follows the Captain to the King with the others.

"Ah, finally. Hopefully this King isn't as dumb.

Mortimer tries to crouch while holding hands and walking in the darkness.

It’s a fireplace. Sure, for giants. But how tall could the 'ceiling' be?

He glances at the mountainous Mort - but feels his statement still an apt one.

The emotion conjured by the odor of the room ...Feathers...I hope s/he's being well fed..., renders Mortimer oblivious to the gnome’s casual and diplomatic attempt to cast him as someone who is a real challenge to giantkind. He studies the gym the way a young child might window shop in front of a candy shop.

His eyes grow wide and he points in astonishment to an enormous yellow wooden dummy.

”Hey!” he blurts out excitedly ”Is that actually a ‘Duff-kickin’ 6000™’?” If allowed he’ll wander over to it for a closer look. ”Nice! It is! I’ve always wanted one of these for my studio -- when it is built.” Much impressed. he stands with arms folded looking up at it, green with envy.

Mortimer shrugs and follows the others following the Spriggan though the chaos, staying close to Eidi.

Perception: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (12) + 24 = 36

"Look! -- is that an old green dragon stalking us to the north?" Mortimer mutters under his breath.

When they get to the fireplace, the plan slowly makes its way to Mort's brain. "Wait, we're making a humanoid chain?!"

Mortimer rolls his eyes and awkwardly grabs Eidi's hand ("Sorry!"). He is resigned to be pulled into the darkness by whoever is holding his other hand, or Eidi's other hand.

”Well, perhaps I have gone senile already,"

This time it is Eidi who gets the raised eye brow. Yeah. Maybe.

SenseMotive: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (7) + 24 = 31 What is this spriggan playing at?

”Oh, I see – it is a Spriggan Spaniel. He could fetch his own teeth if he wanted. Surely he’s not just here to beg us to beg him to show us the way. What are you going to get out of it, little guy – leading us to Kongen Thulnir? Did you tire of Zeech’s bloated sense of self importance, or did he tire of yours and cast you out?”

Mortimer blinks then politely inquires, "You wouldn't happen to have a think sheet of adamantine, would you?"

Mortimer sizes up the doors. ”You know, if we had a thin sheet of adamantine – thin enough to slide between the doors, we could just slide it up and knock the bars that bar the doors out of place.” He kills time studying the doors a few seconds more, then sighs dejectedly when no one produces a thin sheet of adamantine. ”But sure. I guess I can just knock.”

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

He falls back a bit waiting to see what shall respond.

Mortimer follows slightly behind the elder Eidi ready to catch Eidi should Eidi stumble and crack his fragile old skull on a zephyr.

”Here, hold my beer.”

Mortimer watches in outrage as the gnome quietly disappears alone – and with no beer proffered! ”Oh, no hey – not this again.” He turns and beholds his companions who – like himself – stubbornly remain in view. . ”Er… Ascaria?’ He address the empty space previously occupied by the gnome with concern. ”You forgot something?!”

Eidi’s demeanor and words assuage him a tiny bit and a thought dawns upon Mortimer. Oh – somehow the little guy is on the other side of the door… Did we know he could do that?! He anxiously but quietly waits trying not to chew his lower lip.

Sorry, that diplo role was meant to be a Diplo Aid

It has been a long time since Mortimer has thought. Now in the break of battle he decides, it may be time. Dragons to the left, Giants to the right, what is a group of Outcasts to do?

He fixes his gaze upon the motley crew of giants and wags his finger in warning at them, then points down towards the mist where surely a pile of dead, stunned and/or shaken dragons flounder.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Gain a +2 bonus on attack rolls and a +2 dodge bonus to AC and Reflex saves.

Mortimer looks toward Blue (Green Dot) Dragon and wipes the sweat off of the end of his nose. He then launches himself foot first into the side of its head.

Acro: 1d20 + 30 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 30 + 1 = 32 +Prayer

Literal flying side kick to head(Elemental Cold+Stun): 1d20 + 17 + 6 + 2 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 2 - 5 ⇒ (16) + 17 + 6 + 2 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 2 - 5 = 43 Holy, +BoF, Prayer, Hero’s feast, +2 more if opponent has a dodge bonus (Anticipate Dodge), Greater Weapon Focus, -Power Attack

For Damage: 2d10 + 3 + 2d6 + 12 + 1d6 + 1 + 10 + 1d6 ⇒ (1, 10) + 3 + (3, 2) + 12 + (1) + 1 + 10 + (3) = 46 +Holy, +Dragon (Ferocity), Deliquescent Gloves (Acid), Prayer, +Power Attack, +Elemental Fist
Fort Save DC 22 or La-la-laaa for a round.

WillDC34: 1d20 + 16 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 16 + 4 = 40 Hero's Breakfast

"What?! Did you say something?" He languidly asks the Old Dragon.

ReflexDC36: 1d20 + 20 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 20 + 1 + 1 = 37 Prayer, +Haste
The flames, thanks to Protection from Fire, just sort of evaporate off of him. "Oh, I see," Mortimer grumbles, "So it was something I said..."

Mortimer double moves to the other side of the Green dragon by Eidi Single Hasted Move and tries to knock it too out of the sky.

StunningPumch: 1d20 + 17 + 6 + 2 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 17 + 6 + 2 + 3 - 1 = 31 +BoF
for Damage: 2d10 + 3 + 2d6 + 12 + 4d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (10, 6) + 3 + (3, 2) + 12 + (6, 1, 5, 4) + (2) = 54 +Holy, +Dragon, +Acid

Fort Save DC 22 or La-la-laaa for a round.

Now I just remembered -- stunned not dead dragons are also shaken for 1d4 + 6 rounds.

Gain a +2 bonus on attack rolls and a +2 dodge bonus to AC and Reflex saves.

Mortimer pounds on the reddot Green near him. 5 foot step

Elemental Boot to Tail (Coold): 1d20 + 17 + 6 + 2 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 17 + 6 + 2 + 3 - 1 = 31 +BoF
For Damage: 2d10 + 3 + 2d6 + 12 + 4d6 ⇒ (6, 8) + 3 + (1, 3) + 12 + (1, 3, 4, 4) = 45 +Holy, +Dragon, +Mot4W
Stunning Fist: 1d20 + 17 + 6 + 2 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (6) + 17 + 6 + 2 + 3 - 1 = 33 +BoF
For Damage: 2d10 + 3 + 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (5, 9) + 3 + (4, 2) + 8 = 31 +Holy, +Dragon
Fort Save DC 22 or La-la-laaa for a round.

RightPunch: 1d20 + 12 + 6 + 2 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (10) + 12 + 6 + 2 + 3 - 1 = 32 +BoF
For Damage: 2d10 + 3 + 2d6 + 12 + 4d6 ⇒ (6, 10) + 3 + (2, 2) + 12 + (4, 5, 1, 1) = 46 +Holy, +Dragon, +Mot4W
LeftPunch: 1d20 + 12 + 6 + 2 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 12 + 6 + 2 + 3 - 1 = 26 +BoF
For Damage: 2d10 + 3 + 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (4, 1) + 3 + (1, 3) + 8 = 20 +Holy, +Dragon

BoottoHead: 1d20 + 7 + 6 + 2 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (12) + 7 + 6 + 2 + 3 - 1 = 29 +BoF
For Damage: 2d10 + 3 + 2d6 + 12 + 4d6 ⇒ (3, 4) + 3 + (6, 2) + 12 + (2, 4, 1, 1) = 38 +Holy, +Dragon, +Mot4W
RBackFist: 1d20 + 7 + 6 + 2 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 7 + 6 + 2 + 3 - 1 = 18 +BoF
For Damage: 2d10 + 3 + 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (6, 6) + 3 + (1, 4) + 8 = 28 +Holy, +Dragon

LJab: 1d20 + 2 + 6 + 2 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (9) + 2 + 6 + 2 + 3 - 1 = 21 +BoF
For Damage: 2d10 + 3 + 2d6 + 12 + 4d6 ⇒ (1, 3) + 3 + (2, 6) + 12 + (2, 3, 6, 5) = 43 +Holy, +Dragon, +Mot4W
LHook: 1d20 + 2 + 6 + 2 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 2 + 6 + 2 + 3 - 1 = 20 +BoF
For Damage: 2d10 + 3 + 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (8, 5) + 3 + (3, 2) + 8 = 29 +Holy, +Dragon

Haste, LSidekick: 1d20 + 6 + 3 + 17 - 1 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 3 + 17 - 1 = 45 +Amulet, +Haste
For Damage: 2d10 + 12 + 1d6 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (2, 1) + 12 + (5) + 3 + (2, 6) = 31 +Cold, +Holy, +Dragon

Confirm?: 1d20 + 6 + 3 + 17 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 3 + 17 - 1 = 32 +Amulet, +Haste
For Damage: 2d10 + 1d6 + 3 + 12 ⇒ (5, 7) + (3) + 3 + 12 = 30 +Dragon (or maybe not?)

WillDC24: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (12) + 16 = 28 More to come!

Gain a +2 bonus on attack rolls and a +2 dodge bonus to AC and Reflex saves.

Mortimer sees Eidi maneuvering his hands like a puppeteer and muttering while a strange feeling overcomes him.
What, what…. What’s this?!!
He feels his body being tugged off his air perch of choice, and that the sensation is closely correlated with the movement of Eidi’s hands!

”Care to have a ride?”

’HHmmm, minty! Zesty! I like it! Aaaieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey! That tickles!” he chortles as he soars to the other side of the Blue Dragon, preparing to strike it when he arrives.

Stunning Fist: 1d20 + 17 + 6 + 2 + 2 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 17 + 6 + 2 + 2 + 3 - 1 = 37 +Telemort, +BoF
For Damage: 2d10 + 3 + 2d6 + 12 ⇒ (2, 1) + 3 + (6, 2) + 12 = 26 +Holy, +Dragon
Fort Save DC 22 or drool for a round.

Mortimer stops in his tracks.

”Hold up, looks like they might be coming to us.”

He reaches into his haversack and pulls out a tangleburn bag, then hurls it at the Blue 85 feet away attempting to further “provoke” it.

Let’s hope they find this insulting enough.

Burn,Baby Burn: 1d20 + 17 + 5 - 10 ⇒ (19) + 17 + 5 - 10 = 31

Instead of watching it fall some 35 feet short of the dragon and plummet to find the kiss thrown by the spriggan, he points to the Blue’s head and makes a “blowing up” gesture.

He starts a boxing bob with his fists up facing the feral Blues.

The blue coming from the east towards the Round House swoops down on the eastern most hill giant, its great teeth gnashing at the exposed flesh, hoping to find purchase during a Fly-By!

Mortimer folds his arms across his chest and looks very off-put.

Yo, over here, eh?

"C’mon, let’s take the fight to them shall we? I can’t see anything. Mort, Sol, Eidi, lead the way to the hill giants and we’ll aid them first."

"Yah, I'm going to go fight with those guys over there."

He starts heading for the Hill Giants, but not too far ahead of the blind Ascaria.

”Excuse us if we join the party too late"

Mortimer waves at the Hill Giant.

Solrisa steps forward 5’, raises Rae of Light and shoots at the nearest blue.

Mortimer waves at the blue dragon(s), staying in front of Eidi and Ascaria in the hopes of intercepting attacks upon them. Intention is to provoke the dragons.

Be with me my friends, know those spriggans are usually of chaotic and evil nature, so let's not trust this one easily.

Chaotic AND evil?! I don’t want to trust him at all!

Mortimer shakes his head at Gazzilfek and his sudden bulk up, wondering why the display should warrant any trust at all. He shrugs, clearly unimpressed. I bet lots of things can do that.

”What vision? How’d you get here?” he challenges, looking around expecting to see the clouds part to reveal a spriggan portal. ”What exactly led you to us, and why?!”

He probably wants to take us to his Thane now, or something, he thinks at his companions.

”Maybe we should walk and talk?” he says, also pointing to where Ascaria is pointing. "Didn't the vision mention that we are in the process of collecting heads?"

The little man gestures the kiss of perfection with a small hand pinching to a kiss of his lips, throwing it to you.

Mortimer lets it fall into the abyss.

Telepathic bond

Not this guy again! Remember? Zeech’s jerk jester? We’re too busy for this, right?
He pictures himself leaning over to Sol and saying, Shoot him.

"Should Can we follow the guylines for 'cover'?"

Where is all the action Ascaria is pointing to!?

Round 3, Init 16+

ReflexDC22: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (11) + 18 = 29
ReflexDC22: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (17) + 18 = 35

"Ah, yeah, I wanted to warn you, if you have not Tres Sangres Cake to offer, better prepare for some acid!"

Cake? Oh no, was someone supposed to bring cake? Where’s the cake?! Did I mess up? Was I supposed to bring cake?! Mortimer’s stomach growls. The magic of Holy Aura falls upon him. OMG. Angel food! Ascaria brought it!

”Thank you! Light and fluffy!” He gloats, pummeling the Green trying to squash Ascaria. ”Where’s your cake?!” He tries not to hit the head too much, aiming more for the jaw and neck.

Monkey Lunge
Left Punch, Elemental Fist (Cold): 1d20 + 6 + 3 + 17 - 1 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 3 + 17 - 1 = 34 +Amulet, +Haste
For Damage: 2d10 + 12 + 4d6 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (10, 1) + 12 + (2, 5, 4, 5) + 3 + (3, 2) = 47 +Cold, +Holy, +Dragon
RightPunch: 1d20 + 17 + 6 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (6) + 17 + 6 + 3 - 1 = 31
For dice=Damage: 2d10 + 9 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (10, 5) + 9 + 3 + (6, 1) = 34 +Cold, +Holy, +Dragon

Left uppercut, Stunning Fist: 1d20 + 6 + 3 + 12 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 3 + 12 - 1 = 33 +Amulet, +Haste
For Damage: 2d10 + 12 + 1d6 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (1, 1) + 12 + (3) + 3 + (4, 6) = 30 +Cold, +Holy, +Dragon
Rightknee: 1d20 + 12 + 6 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (20) + 12 + 6 + 3 - 1 = 40 ‘ really putting it out there on a lunge
For dice=Damage: 2d10 + 9 + 1d6 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (4, 10) + 9 + (5) + 3 + (2, 1) = 34 +Cold, +Holy, +Dragon

Fort Save DC22 or Drool and be shaken for: 1d4 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7 if not already unconcious.

Left Backfist: 1d20 + 6 + 3 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 3 + 7 - 1 = 35 +Amulet, +Haste
For Damage: 2d10 + 12 + 1d6 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (9, 7) + 12 + (4) + 3 + (6, 6) = 47 +Cold, +Holy, +Dragon
RightNotSoFlyingSideKick: 1d20 + 7 + 6 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 6 + 3 - 1 = 22
For Damage: 2d10 + 9 + 1d6 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (2, 10) + 9 + (3) + 3 + (4, 2) = 33 +Cold, +Holy, +Dragon

EarBox (ears on dragons pinholes are right below the jaw, right?): 1d20 + 6 + 3 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (18) + 6 + 3 + 2 - 1 = 28 +Amulet, +Haste
For Damage: 2d10 + 12 + 1d6 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (7, 9) + 12 + (6) + 3 + (2, 2) = 41 +Cold, +Holy, +Dragon
RightHeelKick: 1d20 + 2 + 6 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (11) + 2 + 6 + 3 - 1 = 21
For dice=Damage: 2d10 + 9 + 1d6 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (2, 4) + 9 + (4) + 3 + (1, 1) = 24 +Cold, +Holy, +Dragon

Haste, Left punch: 1d20 + 6 + 3 + 17 - 1 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 3 + 17 - 1 = 30 +Amulet, +Haste
For Damage: 2d10 + 12 + 4d6 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (2, 2) + 12 + (5, 2, 2, 5) + 3 + (3, 5) = 41 +Cold, +Holy, +Dragon

Confirm Crit #1: 1d20 + 12 + 6 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 12 + 6 + 3 - 1 = 21
for Damage: 2d10 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (7, 9) + 9 + 3 = 28

Confirm Crit #2: 1d20 + 6 + 3 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 3 + 7 - 1 = 34
for Damage: 2d10 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (4, 3) + 9 + 3 = 19

Mortimer stretches, yawns, and opens his eyes.

Man, I feel really refreshed. A little out of practice, even. But good, it’s all good… except for the five green dragons headed straight for us… Wait… what?!

”Oh! Licorice! Thank you Eidi!” the taste brings him back to his senses. Mortimer bounces 10 feet back and 20 feet up, bobbing and weaving. He waits for the flock to arrive.

Condition(s) = Magic Vestment, Status, Life Link, Air Walk, Heroes’ Feast, Protection from Energy (120hp Acid)l, Protection from Energy (120hp Electrical), Protection from Energy (67/120hp Fire), Protection from Evil, Wind Walk, Monkey Lunge, Anticipate Dodge, Combat Rhythm, Telepathic Bond, Particulate Form

Mortimer takes in his surroundings, looking for potential weapons of dragon destruction or other advantages as he follows/is teleported by the others.

"Too bad we can't will the guylines straight into their slender but scaly necks..." he grumbles.

Perception: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (20) + 24 = 44 +2 more, spirit sense

"If you set foot in the Citadel again, you best bring the head of one of the dragon commanders as tribute. Otherwise, I'll have every reason to believe you're just another enemy here to pillage Kongen Thulnir, while we're occupied in the skies."

Mortimer grunts, putting his corn kernels away. ”Seems fair. That’ll be big, but I still think I can still carry it…”

”And I have a nice bow just for that."

Mortimer glances over at Solrisa’s hair. Well, I see no bow, but there is that old thing...

Agreed. Let's press the matter while the magics last.

Oh, do you think we should form a circle? You know -- like wagon trains do when they’re under attack by dire bears?

Mortimer draws himself up to his full height (which is puny by comparison to the giants -- a fact completely unnoticed by the brawler), but says nothing waiting to see how things play out.

DiploAid: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11 Who doesn't like popcorn?!

"I only have a small coin pouch full of them. I was going to plant them -- but might not get the chance."

Just now, I was sitting in a large somehow climate controlled room, with an enormous bucket of ... of -- watching us all try to negotiate this scene... but it's real! There is no ..."

"Oh, hey, yeeaaaah... Did you know if you take dry kernels of corn and heat them in a little fat they explode into delicious snacks? Why don't we make some?"

Without really taking his eyes completely off of the Giant, he glances around the room briefly trying to spot a pantry.

"ZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz.....ip...*snork*"

Mortimer -- still standing -- peers at the still regenerating pyrohydra through very bleary eyes. Aaaah s$&~. So it wasn't a dream!

Come back!

Round 2

"I can't promise she'll not be angry with the likes of you for almost slaying her"

"You OAF!" Mortimer bellows, double moving into position. "Don't you get it? We DID Slay Noggins! We felt bad, and brought her back to life to show our remorse! Now CALL 'EM OFF!"

Note: Anticipate Dodge allows Mort to ignore dodge bonuses up to +2 in his targets. Please apply, and let me know (as per the feat) who has dodge bonuses among my enemies.

Sorry, misinterpreted Combat Rhythm -- need only take it once. Will take Anticipate Dodge instead of the second Combat Rhythm.

Round 1, Init 8

Monkey Lunge, Combat Rhythm (x2)

Mortimer grips the thunderstone in his fist tightly for later use, and tumbles/cartwheels/spins to the far side of Fire Giant.

Acro: 1d20 + 30 ⇒ (5) + 30 = 35

He lunges at the Fire Giant!

"Shutaap! You talk too much!"
MLunge, Dragon Ferocity, Stunning/Elemental Fist (Cold): 1d20 + 27 ⇒ (17) + 27 = 44
for Damage: 2d10 + 10 + 2d6 + 1d6 + 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (9, 2) + 10 + (2, 4) + (5) + (4) + 3 = 39 +Holy, +Cold, +Acid, Adamantine, Magic (etc)

Fort Save DC 22 or be Stunned for 1 round. If stunned, Giant is also shaken for Ding!: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6 rounds.

Also, I forgot to mention, Mort auto-makes the Sense Motive check.

Mortimer waves to the Giant before addressing Sol.

"No, Sol, no -- remember?" He reminds her, "We've just come to destroy the Dragon's precious Thing, not fight Giants. If we do that -- every dragon in this valley will surely feel that tremendous loss and lose their will to fight!"

He looks at the Giant. "We're not here to fight Giants. We're here to destory Dragotha's precious -- whatchamacallit -- Thing."

DiploAid: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

Ascaria will move back, suspecting he’s within range of the hydra. He ‘attacks’ the wall with his new mace to make himself visible.

Ahhhhh-haa... So Ascaria's right there?! So where's Sol and Eidi? Mortimer pauses in thought invisibly now that the gnome is visible, waiting to see what will transpire. ... and doesn't he mean "pyrohydra"? Mortimer peeks at the pyrohyda to get a good look.

He breathes a sigh of relief when Eidi speaks and ends the invisibilty sphere. He steps into what passes as an antechamber.
"He means pyrohydra... so that's a pyrohydra?" Mortimer nods, pursing his lips. "Impressive."

Percept: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (11) + 24 = 35

Is Ascaria moving further away?! Where's Sol? Where's Eidi?! Aaugh!
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... I hate being invisible.

Mortimer pouts at the doorway.

"Who's come to play?"

Mortimer opens his mouth to speak, but then remembers that it is not a skill in which he is particularly gifted. He looks to the others for their reactions, but sees nothing.

I hate being invisible.

Nonetheless he sticks by the party and quietly reaches into his pack to pull out a thunderstone in case another need for chaos arises.

"I, mean, I’m a very good fighter, but would also like to sit around an eat cookies too."

Eidi wrote:

"Solrisa is very great, but I only rival her on cookie eating."

No, not the cookies! NOT THE COOKIES! S+**. We don't have any cheese either, right!?!? Nope. No cheese, no cookies.

Mortimer struggles successfully in keeping silent. Only the flush on his face reveals his effort.

Maybe it IS good we're invisible.

He soundlessly waits to "see" what will transpire, gripping the thunderstone and looks about.

Perception: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (7) + 24 = 31 +2 more (spirit sense if applicable)

"I say, Citadel, not yet. Let's see what's there?" Mortimer says, pointing downwards to the third floor before remembering everyone is invisible. "I mean, down there -- floor three. What do you all think?"

"It's just a couple of tanglefoot bags and some alchemists fire he's not going to use anytime soon, we'll pay them back if they turn out to be friends and we end up using them, otherwise, we'll just return them."

"I'm fine leaving the rest."

Mortimer points downwards at Eidi's question, and if everyone concurs when they are ready he'll try and pop open the next trap door.

Hopefully it's not barred from below.

Str: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
Str: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

"Urrrrrruuuuuuuugghhh!!!!!"

Otherwise, he follows along to check out the fourth floor.

PerceptionDC30: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (5) + 24 = 29
KnowDungeon: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

"!Ah-ha!" Mortimer holds a finger to air as if to proclaim something very profound. "Uh, gimme a second -- it's on the tip of my tongue --" He looks around as a dragon screams past nearby.

KnowNothingPercept: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (1) + 24 = 25

"No, sorry," he says shaking his head. "It's gone."

He looks about the citadel roof. "Maybe we should work our way down as far as this goes, see if we can use some kind of magic to detect The Thing. If it works, we deal with the guards guarding It, away from the main fray. It'll distract the dragons away from us, at least until we can destroy The Thing."

He searches the dead Fire Giant in search of a clue as to who these giants are, via holy symbol or other possessions, as well as a way inside.

Perception: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (18) + 24 = 42

"Maybe we're not here to do any of that. Maybe we're just here to sneak in and destroy something? You know, THE Thing?"

Damsk or no Damsk, I don't really want to go back to ZeechTown. That stupid monument. Those evil angel things... Ugh.

Mortimer groans quietly as they take off for Alhaster, and tries not to breath the rank air once they arrive.

How does anyone keep an appetite around here?

He does not partake of second breakfast, though does accept a hoppy ale if offered so as not to appear rude. He glances at Ascaria, and when Ascaria gives the green nod, he immediately proceeds to nurse the brew.

"Oh it is fine Damsk, it is great to remember a good story"

Mortimer smiles once or twice and nods, fondly remembering as Eidi tells the tale of the Birthday Debacle, the outrageous gifts, and how much fun they had having a good time at the Evil Leader's expense.

"That fool of his, one you mentioned in your stories just now, well he's no longer in the Palace, no longer entertaining Zeech, and the servants are walking on eggshells most of their work days"

OH, crap! Did we make everyone's lives worse by irritating Zeech?! That guy has got to go!

"So, uh," he asks cautiously and quietly, "Is The Fool dead, or just in hiding? Does anyone know? He'd be hard to miss."

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Mortimer gazes sullenly out at the besieged city nestled in its bleak landscRaping, wondering what to do. He peers over at the citadel to see if he can see any form of civilian movement.

Perception: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (12) + 24 = 36 +2 more Spirit Sense

"Is this place supposed to be inhabited now by ... civilized beings?"