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"Guess not everyone's used to fighting big ugly green things." Nalia shrugs and then heads out of the pit herself, checking to see if there's anything around that can help with the bite wound.

Nalia takes a mental note of the oddity beneath the pit, but realises it to be rather awkward investigate now, so instead she rises and takes in the crowds applause.

She does make sure to ask Rodrik about it, however, after going over to him to check him for any wounds.

Nalia spends a moment or two down on one knee to recover from the bite, taking the opportunity to see just what is buried beneath the sand.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

After that, she rises back up to her feet and takes in the acclaim from the crowd.

Nalia mutters under her breath after pushing the beastie off her, before yelling out a battlecry and moving right back in.

Poison Save 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Attack Roll 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Damage Roll 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

"Damn it! This is not my day."

Nails swings madly with her mace, again aiming for the body.

Attack 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Damage 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

"Sigh. Well, time to earn the pay."

Nalia with shield and mace charges into combat, swinging at the body of the beast.

Init: 1d20 ⇒ 10
Attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Damage 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Nalia shrugs off Saul's concern but takes the potion and clips it to her belt. "I'll drink this in a moment."

Upon approaching the arena and hearing Rodrik's cries, she grabs the hanging mace and charges in, ready to strike.

Nails, minus shield, gets hit three times in that lot, taking 19 points of damage.

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Nalia swings again at the drunk.

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

"Stop struggling you bloody drunkard!"

Nails tries to drive a fist into the guys face.

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18 1d3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

"Fine, time to kick your ass."

Nalia just swings her fist up in an uppercut motion, intent on hitting the charging Bojask.

Attack Roll1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12 Damage1d3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

"You really didn't want to do that." Nalia is, however, caught somewhat off guard by the charging drunkard.

Init 1d20 ⇒ 1

Nalia sighs and holds her head in her hand a moment, before striding over and kicking the flaggon out of Bojask's hand.

"Well, you're not really in any shape to do this fight thing, are you? Come on, let's see about getting you cleaned up."

"Thrice damn it, if I have to kick this door down in order to get you, Bojask, I'll be really bloody annoyed. And you do not want a woman with a stuffed ape head on her wall annoyed with you!"

Again, she'll kick at the door until it goes down, unless Bojask opens it for her.

Strength 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

"Bojask, I said come out, not go and smash some more of the booze. You better not have smashed the good stuff I was wanting for myself!"

She'll try again to kick down the door, unless she gets a decent reply from Bojask.

Strength: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Nails mutters a Chelaxian curse under her breath, then strides over to the cellar and knocks on the door, once.

"Bojask! You're needed. Come out or I'm dragging you out."

If there's no response or a hostile one, she'll just kick the door down with a good boot.

Strength1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

"Thanks Saul." She nods appreciatively towards the owner and knocks back her whiskey. "As for the floor manager, I've no problem with you taking the role, Ushari. I'm sure you'll do well. After all, I'm just the muscle here."

She grins cheerfully towards Ushari after that.

Nails would spend the week mostly recovering, but stand guard whenever required. She'd also ask the street rats she's hired to be on the look out for anyone matching the description of the man who killed Larus (I.e. a big man with a black scarf wrapped around his face, with a strange curved dagger). Finally, she will offer to teach Squick and the rest of the street rats a few self defence moves, in order to keep them safe.

"We found that at Smeed's place, right? Hmm. You guys found any references to Larus in those documents we nicked?"

Nails returns to the central room after her treatment, wearing a mass of bandages around her chest, covering most of her top. "Saul, those girls know how to use those hands of theirs.."

She then puts on a shirt, orders a whisky and lights up another one of Smeed's cigars, leaning up against the bar. "As for Larus, well, we think he's probably dead. His room was ransacked, and some eyewitnesses told us that a dwarf matching Larus's description was killed. Don't know who did it just yet."

"I suggest we get out of here and head back to the Goblin quickly then. Wouldn't want to get caught or seen here after this." Taking a few more puffs of her cigar while talking, trying not to grimace at the obvious pain in her chest.

Nalia grabs one of the cigars and lights up, taking long deep breaths that don't do her rather damaged ribs any good.

"Yeah. We better get something out of this other then killing a sad little man who didn't need killing."

"He shot at us. If he wanted to live, he shouldn't have shot at us." She shrugs, before looking for a blanket of some kind to wrap her trophy up with. "So, do we go question his boss, or head back to the Goblin to recover?"

"I was gonna stick it on my wall, right next to this guy's head if he doesn't talk. That's the Chelaxian way!" Nails grins wickedly towards Smeed as she talks.

Nalia shrugs and hacks off the head of the ape. "Everyone needs a trophy, don't they?" She then grabs the head and heads over to the stairs. "So, this fella's Smeed? Cowardly little guy, ain't you?"

Never having dealt with an ape before, Nalia goes over to the ape and slices it's neck, pondering quietly to herself.

"Hmm.. I wonder if I can take the head."

Nalia is unable to see the assailant, due to the barrier between her and the stairs, but she can see Lucien take a bolt, so she moves to cover him with her shield, standing over him if needed.

Grrh, been forgetting to add in the Weapon Focus (Longsword) bonus. Will add it in from now on.

Seeing Calinder draw the attention of the Ape, Nails takes a five foot step to her left in order to get at the weaker parts of this damn ape, hoping to gain the flanking bonus.

"Stop dancing around, you damn ape!"

Attack (with Flanking Bonus) 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Damage 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Nails lets out a groan and wheezes from the two impacts at her chest, probably breaking a rib or two. "That.. really hurt. And for that, you ape thing, you'll pay!"

Nails goes in and swings again.

Attack 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Damage 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Nails would wait until after Urza can hit it with a colour spray, and then charge in.

"Right then, time to earn that pay."

Nails draws her longsword and shield and carefully moves into the room, before breaking out into charge and swinging at the ape.

Don't actually get to do the Charge special action, given that I don't have a clear path to the Ape. But Nails is still attacking.

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 121d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Sorry about not posting the past two days. Computer troubles.

Nails takes one look at the ape and utters. "Damn Dirty Apes!"

Nails stays put then, rather then striding in.

Nails nods to Ushari and strides in.

"Hello there! Looking for Smeed."

"We've no actual proof that Smeed is even involved at this point, and I don't think we want to be making enemies just yet, so probably best to play nice for the moment."

Nails then cracks her knuckles quite loudly.

"Of course, if we learn that he is involved, then we kill him."

"I rather agree with that. We should go see this Smeed fellow.. but perhaps first ask around here and see if anyone saw anything suspicious."

"Well.. that doesn't sound good." Nails turns to the children. "Think you could show us exactly which alley this was in?"

"I'm thinking that Smeed might also be looking for Larus, given the state of his house. Still.. hmm. Are Dwarves rare around here? Think we could talk to some dwarven groups around here that might have helped him?" Nails ponders for a moment more. "Or heck, we could get Squick looking around for any sign of him."

Nails picks herself up off the floor after barging straight through the door and tripping up on some of the furniture. She quickly brushes herself down and takes a look round the room.

"What a mess. Someone want to wake that guy up?"

"Sounds like a plan."

Nails helps with putting her shoulder to the door and trying to push it open.

Strength 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Nails approaches, quietly, before leaning in to speak gently to the group.

"So, what's the plan?"

Nails would stand at the back, checking the rest of the corridor behind them for anything else that might be coming.

Perception 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

I'm fine with either feet or meters, being British.

"And normally I'd agree with Urza, but knowing that he's gone missing with some considerable wealth does rather change things. He might not want to see us."

Seeing Calinder nominate himself for the front of the group, Nails will take up the rear, and go last in.

"Damn it. If we're going now, would someone mind helping me into my mail?" She holds up her scale mail, then starts to don it.

It'd take four minutes to don it herself, but two with help.. if time is of the essence, it might be nice!

"No one notices kids, so even if they came here to eat, they'd still probably be anonymous. But perhaps keeping them someplace else would be best. Anyway.. Clegg Zincher is not a name I've heard before. We should head round to Larus's house now, and see what he's up to. Given the news of these dealings though, think we should armour up?"

Nalia, still enjoying her hangover, would give the kids she's hired enough money to get a decent meal and some proper shoes/boots. She'd also ask them where they sleep at night.

Back at the Goblin. "Larus? Can't.. well, not seen him since our little contest, heh. He's probably just feeling under the weather a bit, but I suppose we can swing round his house to see how he's doing."

Nalia just laughs along with Larus, and offers him a toast with each pitcher of ale.

DC 10:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
DC 11:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
DC 12:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
DC 13:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
DC 14:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
DC 15:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
DC 16:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

"Seeee.. told you I'm better at it!"

At another point during the week, she'd happily help try and hire some street kids to be lookouts, or irregulars.

Diplomacy Check: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

Nalia rather enjoys the feast, especially after several days of fairly uneventful work on security, and tucks right into the roast boat on bourbon and the best ale, challenging Larus to a drinking contest. She'd also nod appreciatively towards Calinder at his toast.

Nails would enquire about getting a cheap set of leather armour, something to keep her somewhat safe from any drunk with a grudge, but not too intimidating and over the top. She'd then get ready for guard duty.

Nails nods towards Felding in thanks for his advice, deciding to go get some lighter leather armour to wear while on guard, and just stick to her fists. She then turns to Calinder and the rest of the group as they arrive.

"So.. you think this Blot thing is serious? Has it done anything before this?"