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Nara darts forward, blade glinting with divine light.

She slashes once at the black ort’s exposed side before slipping back again behind the front line like a shadow pulled by candlelight.

◆Shortsword: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 1 = 12
Slashing Damage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (2, 3) + 2 = 7
Additional damage from Runic Weapon: 1d6 ⇒ 3

◆Stride ◆Strike ◆Stride

Nara snaps her shortsword free in one smooth motion and drives it forward in a tight, efficient thrust. The instant the blade clears, she shifts back just out of the creature’s reach without opening herself to retaliation.

◆ Interact — Draw Shortsword
◆Strike: Shortsword: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Slashing Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Sneak Attack: 1d6 ⇒ 6
◆ Step

@GM does Nara needs to be adjacent to the circle for her to try to disable it with thievery?

Nara darts to the nearest bound Bumblebrasher, ignoring the hum drilling into her skull. Her fingers fly over the chains, searching for the tension point, the weak catch, the flaw in the binding.

Thievery to free the goblins: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
HP: Thievery to free the goblins: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Thievery: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Nara slides two fingers against the edge of the door, easing the wood so it doesn’t shift on its hinges.

Nara ducks low and wrenches her body sideways, wrenching free of his grasp in a spray of blood and curses.

Escape(Acrobatics): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Free, and breathing hard, she darts away.

Nara straightens slowly as she regains stregth. Her eyes lock onto Antino with no fear, just cold intent.

“Bad choice,”she mutters. She steps in hard, using the chaos of the fight to mask her movement—blade flashing high to draw his guard, then twisting low with a sudden shift of weight. She snaps her follow-up attack into the opening he never sees coming.

Rapier: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24 Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Shortsword: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18 Slashing Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 Sneak Attack: 1d6 ⇒ 1

◆◆Twin feint ◆Stride

Nara staggers as Antino’s blade bites deep—once, then again—her breath leaving her in a sharp, involuntary gasp. Her eyes flick up to Olinda’s as the spell coils around her chest like icy fingers.

DC 18 Will save vs fear: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

“Afraid?” she breathes, forcing air back into her lungs “If that’s your idea of a threat, you’re going to need a sharper spell.”

Nara darts in beside Durgok, her rapier already moving. She slips the blade in under Bartolo’s guard, right where his armor gaps as he postures. She slashes low and close, aiming for the gaps in Bartolo’s armor while his attention is elsewhere.

As he recoils, she’s already shifting her grip. Steel whispers as her shortsword comes free, flashing forward in a precise follow-up thrust, exploiting the opening she just carved.

Rapier: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17 Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Shortsword: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14 Slashing Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7 Sneak Attack: 1d6 ⇒ 2

◆◆Twin feint ◆Stride

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

Nara slips back toward the barricaded building and searches for anyone remaining inside

Nara steps forward, blades half-drawn—not to attack, but to threaten.

“I’ve already killed worse than you—and I’m bored now.” She doesn’t break eye contact, daring the imps to test her.

DC 16 Intimidate: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Nara skids to a stop at the locked alleyway, her thieves’ tools are already out, fingers moving by instinct. She tunes out the chaos and listens only to the lock.
Thievery: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Nara squints across the smoky room, her hand drifts to her belt, metal clicks softly as she unrolls her thieves’ tools. The brazier pulses in its sinister rhythm, black flames twisting and licking the ceiling like living shadows.

“Trap or device… either way, you’re a thing I can break” she mutters under her breath as attempts to disable the brazier.

Thievery to disable the brazier: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
HP: Thievery to disable the brazier: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Smoke burns her lungs. Heat ripples through the ruined tavern. Nara’s eyes lock on the pulsing brazier atop the platform—the true heart of the inferno. The flames around it coil unnaturally, like something alive and hateful.
She ducks through choking black smoke, slipping past overturned tables and burning beams. At last she skids to a stop just beneath the platform, the brazier looming above—she tries to examine its mechanism from a distance.”Can anyone help me put out the fire surrounding the brazier? Maybe I can try to disable its mechanism since clearly that’s where all these flames are coming from”

◆Stride ◆Stride ◆Stride

Hello, I’ll be traveling for a couple of days, so my posting may be limited. Feel free to bot me when needed and assume my character goes along with and agrees to the group’s decisions. I’ll try to post when I can.

Nara gives Boomer a sideways look, the corner of her mouth twitching.

“Yeah,” she says dryly, “still standing though. That’s the important part.” she says, raising her voice just enough to be heard.

She turns as Jared presses a warm vial into her hand and drank it quickly. The warmth spreads through her chest and shoulders, knitting bruises and easing the sting of shallow cuts. She rolls one shoulder, then nods once to Jared. “Good work.”

Nara remains on Exploration Activity: Avoid Notice (Stealth +7)
Nara refocuses quietly while keeping watch and keeps weapons drawn but low-profile.

Nara shifts her stance, weight sliding lightly to her feet. Her rapier tilts low, point tracing a quick downward arc—
“Eyes down here. You Sneaky little—”
—then she lunges.
Her rapier flickers toward the Wererat’s ribs in a quick, deceptive thrust meant to draw his guard. Before the steel even finishes its motion, her off-hand shortsword flashes out, reversed grip, angling for the exposed gap his misdirected reaction leaves open with a precise, gut-leveling thrust.

Rapier: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10 Piercing Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Shortsword: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18 Piercing Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 Sneak Attack: 1d6 ⇒ 4

◆Draw shortsword ◆◆Twin Feint

Nara strides across the darkened floorboards, slipping between crates and shadows until she’s within striking distance of the Wererat. Her hand flashes to her hip, and with a smooth, practiced motion she draws her rapier.

◆Rapier: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10 Piercing Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

◆ Stride
◆ Interact to Draw
◆ Strike

Nara crouches by the door, she slides her thieves' tools out with practiced ease.

Thievery: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Nara tries again. A soft, frustrated whisper escapes her lips:

“Come on… just give me something…”

Thievery: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Thievery: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

id use stealth(+7) as initiative + surprise attack

“We’re Pathfinders, yes. Can you tell us more about these thieves? How many thieves? Did you see their weapons?”

As soon as Warbal finishes, Nara speaks up gently. She offers a small, reassuring smile. “Don’t worry—we’ll make sure to say Cousin Warbal sent us.”

A young woman with wind-tousled blonde hair and keen eyes steps forward. She adjusts the scarf wrapped around her neck—a traveler’s habit as much as a shield against dust—and takes a steady breath before addressing Venture-Captain Brackett. Her gaze sweeps the preparations around the square

“Nara Zumono, Pathfinder—fresh stripes and all,” she says with a quick bow, the motion fluid and street-taught rather than formal. “Still new to the Society, but I’ve spent most of my life slipping through streets people told me to avoid. Getting across the creek and finding the folks too scared or trapped to move? That, I can do.”

Hello I will be playing with this character.

Done with slides
Friendly fire okay
Lesser healing potion as provision