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Will be posting tomorrow busy couple of days

Nikebei takes a flask from her belt filled with a rather nice alcoholic spirit, made from sugar beets, "Come my friends girder up your strenth for the next push, we got this. Have a small swig of this nectar of the gods, it will bring you courage and strength to face even the blackest of nights."

Diplomacy 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Nikebei limps around for a few minutes, bruised and battered. "If anyone can spare time to treat these wounds, it would be really helpful."

Nikebei knows that the best thing to start a conversation in this cold place, is a nice pot of tea. She holds up her weapon and carefully places it on the ground. She calls out in Common "See I put my knife down, now I'm going to make a nice pot of tea. It is a really lovely drink that will warm the cockles of your heart. Keep out the cold!"

She delves into her bag and get out some cooking gear, water eaxh time showing it to the other creatures, the strange ratfolks and well...whatever it is.

"If you give me enough time, I can even make a nice hot meal, if you're hungry at all?"

Diplomacy 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

"Grandpa, let's cut and slice the carrots...." and nikebei continues to attack.

◆ - Strike 1 Khopesh (enfeebled 1) vs OG 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 8 - 1 = 20 damage 1d8 + 3 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 3 - 1 = 7 (rage, enfeebled 1, void)
◆ - Strike 2 Khopesh (enfeebled 1) vs OG 1d20 + 8 - 1 - 5 ⇒ (9) + 8 - 1 - 5 = 11 damage 1d8 + 3 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 3 - 1 = 13 (rage, enfeebled 1, void)
◆ - Raise Shield

Nikebei can contain herself no longer, "I don't like the way you see to dislike my little friend." Smoke seems to come from under her hat and you hear, "Well Grandpa, if you could just guide my hand, I'm sure it will help slice a little deeper." Then with the kitchen knife held in her hand she swipes at the hag, hoping to catch her off guard. Then she raise her frying pan to defend herself against the nasty foe.

◆ - Rage
◆ - Strike Khopesh (enfeebled 1) vs OG 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 8 - 1 = 24 damage 1d8 + 3 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 3 - 1 = 6 (rage, enfeebled 1, void)
◆ - Raise shield

Busy will complete tomorrow with actions
Fort Save 1 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
Fort Save 1 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

Nikebei points out the location of the green hag to her companions. "See where those dips and holes in the snow are over there, that's the mean greeny, my granny told me to be careful of." She points to a spot just south and east of the changeling.Please read my spoiler previously.
She carefully trudges around to the back of the changeling, ready to defend herself, but keeping a watchful eye on the position she last saw the hag.

◆ - Point out the position of the Green Hag
◆◆ - Stride x2 without passing through an AoO position for the changeling.

Apologies for 2 identical posts, had a bit of an issue with comms, to be fair it could have been more the number of times I pressed post.

Nikebei moves on forward avoiding the ice and keeping to the snow, but stops as she sniffs the air and listens to hear any sounds from the woman that disappeared, carefully looking at the snow for any imprints that come from nowhere.

◆◆ - Stride x2 through the snow
◆ - Seek - Perception 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Nikebei moves on forward avoiding the ice and keeping to the snow, but stops as she sniffs the air and listens to hear any sounds from the woman that disappeared, Whilst also carefully looking at the snow for any imprints that come from nowhere.

◆◆ - Stride x2 through the snow
◆ - Seek - Perception 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Scooping her way through the snow, her frying pan clearing a path in front of her Nikebei spends all her time moving across towards the broken egg timer. "Come on then, let's tidy up this kitchen, mend that egg timer!" she shouts as she goes.

"That's a fine idea Molly, but how? Perhaps I should ask my ancients, but they probably won't like being disturbed." the cook says, he face perplexed by the request and the idea of a time shift. A time shift would make cooking to strict recipes really difficult, if you don't know how long to cook things for!

Nikebei declines the offer of healing, despite having some minor wounds, "Althelsted, don't worry about me, I'm sure if we have time, a little treatment is all I need, the claws only caused a nasty scratch. A bandage and poultice should do." Her arm bears a heavy red welt, covered in congealing blood. It probably looks nastier than it is. "Nothing that will stop me cooking up a nice rat tail stew when we get time." she laughs.

Nikebei continues to get into an advantageous position, dancing around the enemy, before wildly swinging at the undead, before raising her shield.

◆ - Stride 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
◆ - Strike with Khopesh (S) 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15 damage 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
◆ - Raise Shield

Hi Sorry for disappearing, Easter kinda got in the way...

Nikebei seeks medical treatment from the medics at the pathfinder meeting, hoping to patch her up a lot.

Nikebei attempts to pick her way through the ice tunnels, slowly putting one foot in front of the other, carefully. Her pots sway, unusually the moment actually steadies her foot fall.

Acrobatics 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11 - has Steady Balance feat, but keeping the amazing run of dice rolls going......

Nikebei is dazed and confused by the injuries she sustained as she lies on the floor, with Edda tying off a bandage, stemming the flow of blood and feeling the poultice, reinvigorating her. She takes a potion from her herb rack and drinks it. Lesser healing potion 2d8 + 5 ⇒ (4, 2) + 5 = 11. She picks up a pot to defend herself from the statue.
◆ - Get Potion
◆ - Drink Potion - now 19HPs
◆ - Raise shield

Please teach me to roll like that......
My last rolls, 8, 2, 11 (that's a high one), 5, 2, 2

Nikebei sees Hope trapped in the corner by the statue and quickly runs to the plant creatures aid, attempting to smash the stone like thing. "Leave her alone." she shouts as she raises her shield.

◆ - Stride
◆ - Strike khopesh Slashing (Sickened) 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 8 - 1 = 15 damage 1d8 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 3 - 1 = 4
◆ - Raise Shield

Nikebei has Deny Advantage, though I doubt it helps.

Nikebei hears the moans and cries out, "No Grandma, I'm coming to help!"

Will Save 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

The little goblin woman's skin turns a puce purple, "No don't, I can't stand the pity and sorrow in your voice Grandma, I didn't mean it. Then suddenly she stands holding her stomach, "I feel like I've had undercooked badger!"

"Hmmm" says Nikebei as she starts to make some lunch with the supplies. She wanders over to the pools hoping that they might provide water but decides that discretion is the better part of valour and studies the waters to see if it's safe to drink.

Craft 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11 add +1 if you consider that food and drink covers this

Going over to the Red Pool which might be a fiery water pool, she looks into the pool, hoping to see crystal clear red water, which would at least give her an idea it was safe. Instead she sees something else, "There's a big tall man in this pool, but he doesn't look like he's drowning? Oh wait a minute, he's got four arms!" she says with alarm. "And he's going through a tunnel, made of ice. He must be cold, his skins turned grey. Wait a minute, look he's wearing a big bold badge looks like some sort of compass thingy made up of stars."

Her hand comes up and squashes her chef's hat firmly on her head and she just stares into the pool. Waiting for the man to come out and say something. She calls to Itzi, "Have you seen this man thing before? What happens next?"

Nikebei waves a pan at the kobolds, but realising this perhaps isn't the right way to start a good conversation lowers it as she speaks. "Oh, my friend Athelsted is quite right. We are Pathfinders and as you can see we don't have no dogs with us. We are a dog free zone. And are you the bestist tribe what I have heard of, are you really the The Thornscales."

She does her best to bow before the kobold with the flower headband. Then with a broad smiles continues in a cheery voice, "What does Nikebei the chef call you? Would you like a nice drink or maybe something to eat, Nikebei can make you some nice kobold lunch if you want." She holds up the pan again, "See I have a mobile kitchen, we can have a nice talk and chin wag."

Diplomacy 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Thank for the fun ride GM Hmmm.

We keep cross posting, I must type faster....

Good to have you back GM Frost

Nikebei takes one of the stones anyway, paint or not, gold is gold. It might make a nice trimming on a plate, should she ever get to serve a fine dinning meal. Though you would find it hard to believe that she could do such a thing, given that her clothes now smell of grease and burnt cloth. Her apron more singed than before she takes some time to repair it as best she can.

Returning to the hospital point, she is amazed how quickly the doctors and nurses can patch her up, even quicker than she can patch her apron! She takes the time to thank them all and offers to cook them up[ something special when she gets back, Eyeballs of Warg, in a flambe cognac sauce...hmm she thinks.

Nikebei accepts any help offered as she uses her frying pan to beat down the flames from her already blackened apron and chef's hat, which she throws on floor and stamps down. Once finished she plonks herself on the ground exhausted. "My, those where tricky characters weren't they! Normally I'd have not worried about those flames, but they singed my eyebrows, making it very difficult to focus on that pesky little fox. Does anyone know what sort of foxes they were?"

Despite the burns and deep gouges on her body, Nikebei seeks revenge upon the burning fox, "Come Grandma, see the foxy one is running from my carving knife, expecting to take it;s last breath before it end in our pot. Start to peel the veg." She launches up the stairs after the creature, before she tries to slice it again. With her strength failing, she takes a frying pan in one hand to defend herself.

◈ - Stride
◈ - Strike #1 with khopesh + guidance 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 8 + 1 = 14 damage 1d8 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 3 = 7 spirit instinct void damage
◈ - Raise shield

Persistent Damage Save Roll 1d20 ⇒ 5

Nikebei continues in her attempts to slap the fox with her blade that swings in around violently "Grandma, now there's two thingys that need to be sliced, it's not good and my aprons on fire again."

◈ - Strike #1 with khopesh 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10 damage 1d8 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 3 = 11 spirit instinct void damage
◈ - Strike #2 with khopesh 1d20 + 8 - 5 ⇒ (2) + 8 - 5 = 5 damage 1d8 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 3 = 9 spirit instinct void damage
◈ - Raise shield

Unhappy at being bitten, the goblin cook flies into a rage, "Did you see that Grandma, the thingy bit me, we're gonna make it into a hot curry stew. And look the stupid thingy has gotten mees hat and apron on fire." And she swings her weapon at the creature twice. "Come in my kitchen, running amok you ball for fiery fur."

◈ - Rage -1 AC +4 Temp HP
◈ - Strike #1 with khopesh 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26 damage 1d8 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 3 = 9 spirit instinct void damage
◈ - Strike #2 with khopesh 1d20 + 8 - 5 ⇒ (13) + 8 - 5 = 16 damage 1d8 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 3 = 11 spirit instinct void damage

Nikebei moves up to the stairs and waits for the strange fiery creatures to approach, so that she can defend herself by striking first. Seeing the foxes, she smiling says "Come here little foxy friends."

Nikebei has Fire Resistance 2, which might be pertinent to this combat. :-)

◈ - Stride to the bottom of the stairs
◈◈ - Ready to strike an enemy creature when it comes within striking distance

Wow, that was a great bit of entertainment, it all happened so fast. Thanks GM for rolling my cooking.... and for going with the sticky porridge.

I'll look in again later...

Being helpful, Nikebei offers to make a really sticky porridge to stop the pressure plates from being triggered. She smiles a wonky smile at her companions.

"Hmmm, this is strange!" the goblin says, before turning to Edda, "You knows if there wasn't so many of thems needles sticking in the animal, it would make a nice meal and hat." She sounds disappointed and looks closely to the walls to see where the darts might have come from.

Perception 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

If she doesn't see means for the darts to fire, she edges carefully forward being cautious where she steps and picks one of the darts from the wolverines body. Nikebei licks the dart with her tongue to discover what the dart is made from and maybe how old it is.

Nikebei moves inside the corridor 5ft, if she thinks all is clear.

Nikebei sees the books and exclaims, "Oooh! people tolds me, theys got instructions for nice foods in thems leather bound writings. Thinks I best looks around."

Perception 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

She opens one of the books, it's filled with strange runic sigils and coloured drawing of various types of plantlife. It fascinates the goblin and she just looks at each page in awe, though she has no idea what the book really means. She does recognise many of the plants as common to the lands in the north, where the forests and mammoths make their home.

Nikebei holds a pot over her head, as she tries to get into a better place to topple the nasty rusty to the floor and stick it with her special carving knife. "Listen Nasty bag of armour, you and your friends don't hit my friends."

◆ - Stride to attack #2
◆ - Khopesh trip 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
◆ - Strike 1d20 + 8 - 5 ⇒ (17) + 8 - 5 = 20 damage 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Taking out one of his special knives, Nikebei sets her small legs apart ready to accept the fight from these magical metal monsters, "You'd make very nice waiters, if you didn't drop plates and upset the guests." She waits for one of the things to get close enough to hit and attempts to trip it up.

◆ - take out khopesh
◆◆ - attempt to trip the armour [ooc]Athletics 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Nikebei plays putting her hand in and out of the sarcophagus, "WHat's a production company?" she asks and "Where's the Snow Garden?" she is very confused by the writings, but does know one thing, At least there are no children to get in trouble here! Never allow children into the kitchen, lots of sharp and hot things.

She shrugs, "Floriel, you know about pods, so this pod is different from those Leshy pods then. You don't think it's gonna shoot these pods at us, do you?"

She gets ready for action, just in case something happens that needs bashing with one of her pots or stabbing with one of her knives.

Seeing Life starting to investigate further, the goblin starts to push and poke the box, even helping Life open the top to investigate the insides.

Restraining her enthusiasm after the scolding from Cap'n Molly, Nikebei holds herself in check, though her cheeks seem bursting to say something and her legs poised to run over to the object.

Retcon - still in the water

With a fountain of water streaming through the goblin's teeth back into the pool, Nikebei's head bobs above the water. "But my head is out the water, Cap'n sir!" she says and salutes. A broad beam smile, she continues, "Tis a lot better than swimming in the stinky harbour at home, you know in Absalom."

Nikebei joins Life and Black Molly over at the fountain, after all it looks quite refreshing that water...

On hearing Life's explanation for the water feature....

"What, it's a bath. Oh haven't had one in a while. Yeaaaa" she quickly deposits her gear and armour before jumping into the water, hoping it's not too deep. She splashes around, throwing water at Black Molly and Life.

Assuming nothing untowards happens She shouts to the others, "Come on in, the waters lovely."

After this quick dip, she wonders "Anyone got some magic to dry me off?" then gets ready for the next thing. "This is fun, not like the other missions I've been on, where we end up in big fights and stuff... No this Maze seems a lot of fun..."

Remembering she has forgotten this is a serious Pathfinder mission, she keeps quiet and hopes none of the Venture Captains or Lieutenants have seen or heard het. She does though have a big grin on her blue toothy face, as she replaces her apron and chef's hat, speaking in whispers, "Auntie you should have reminded me, I'm sorry if I've disgraced the family name. Sorry!" Her armour weapons and other equipment all in it's rightful place.

Nikebei takes a lesser antidote, lesser antiplague and a featherstep stone

Nikebei suddenly stops and listens to the words Ashasar speaks, then nods her head, "Magical you say, let me ask." She starts to mumble words in goblin as though entering into a conversation, with nobody there.

Magical Investigation:- Religion: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

After a short while of this strange behaviour, Nikebei turns to Ashasar, "Granny Dophrin says that mazes are for those who want to go round in circle and get dizzy. She won't even look at this one, sorry!"

Now back from finding very few missing Pathfinders, Nikebei starts to organise them into an array of helpers, some peeling potatoes and carrots, other boiling water. Within minutes the kitchen is working hard with one accord to make some tasty and filling vittles. "An army and Pathfinders runs on it's stomachs, so lets fill those tums with we cook here." She sniffs the air, full of the smell of spices, popping special delicacies into pots, tails of rat, beak of crow, anything to add that special touch.

As she sees Calisro Benarry, Nikebei takes over a bowl of hot steaming brownish sludge stew, "Hoping you like this, used some very nice eastern herbs to give it that warming sensation and beautiful taste."

Last Meal,
Cooking Lore: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10 or +9 if you allow Expert Crafting(Cooking+Drinking)

As the Pathfinders start to finish up their meals, Nikebei takes out a clipboard with paper on it. Much to everyone's surprise, she is not asking for opinions on the meal. Instead she starts to look for names on the board and point people into teams, ticking the list off as she goes. "No no, I don't know what you'll be doing, I'm just doing my job. Now get along into your teams please, it makes everyone's lives so much easier "

Muster,
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

As Janira Gavix points out a couple of teams where the youngsters are particularly nervous, Nikebei takes over some special hearty drinks she had been able to make whilst in the kitchen. "Here try these hot blueberry and rippleberry drink, it's a special juice that reminds you, you are part of the Pathfinder team, the strongest team in Golarian. We have explored in every place to find it's treasures, catalog them and we always come back together for more drinking and celebrating. We are together in this, don't forget it, you are never alone."

Reassurance,
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Meanwhile Eando Kline is calling for help with sorting out the suplies, Nikebei cannot but help, if only just to see what they are taking with them. She clambers over wagons and piles of barrels and crates at Kline's insistence, to gather object, swords, potions, shields, lances anything that the company have in the wagons, adding them to different piles.

Supplies,
Athletics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Let's get in the rubbish rolls shall we....uurrggghhh! but 1 good roll in all those.

Using a Hero Point
Last Meal,
Cooking Lore: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26 or +9 if you allow Expert Crafting(Cooking+Drinking)

The goblin looks a little angry, "How are you supposed to cater for a whole team, when half of them wander off before lunch is ready!" The goblin looks around intently and with a little stamp of her feet she starts to bang loudly with a metal spoon on one of her cooking pots. The metal on metal sharp sound reverberates around her. She calls out as though calling in cats for their dinner, shouting the occasional name of a compatriot, "Here Artheriel!! Come!". Then another "Here Dramit!" she continues to loudly announce her presence as she searches along small paths through the trees surrounding the camp and jumping over guy ropes holding various tents in place.

As her companions find her, she looks like the Pied Pier of Hamlyn leading her flock back to the dinner table. Returning she says to Urwal, "Are these the Pathfinders we're looking for?" a smile beaming across her face. "All back for some nosh now and instructions."

Escort
Survival: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Bedecked with blades of all types, from rusty old weapons to nice shiny hatchets and kitchen knives, a goblin enters the room. The goblin wears a creased chef's off-white hat, splattered with grease and other foreign bodies, an whiteish-brown apron coloured with both dried blood and stains of various shades from beetroot to saffron, with the odd burn mark. In one hand she holds a shiny sharp kitchen knife or hatchet in one hand, whilst in the other a bottle of liquid refreshment is available for consumption. Her backpack has pots and pans falling off it, the famous goblin weapons of choice rattle along with the pots and the pans, some of which look as though they are tied together to giver her some protection from blows.

"Be here now" her beady eyes look from side to side as her head almost swivels round 360. "Set up time!" Her booted foot stamps on the ground. "'Spossed to make din dins, why call me Nik Nik Cook-Cook, so's I cooks." The words tumble out of her mouth, as she seems to getting a little angry. "Need fire! Need Kitchen! No singy song song til din dins cooked." She looks at the other Pathfinders, "No din dins? Ahhh!" She drops everything in a heap (knives and all), takes a swig from the bottle and burps a loud and strong smelling burp, a garlicky and alcohol filled aroma greets the world. This plus the aura of grease oik from frying battered rats legs and other such delicacies.

Seeing Life speaking Nik Nik looks bemused, a talking garlic head, she looks into her ingredients, picks a couple of garlic gloves and starts to talk at them, "You speak to Nik Nik, like big garlic head there!" But with nothing happening she throws them back roughly into her bag, disappointed.

"So, what we doing now then........"

HI, I have 2 glyphs to hand out.... in the UK so timing of posts likely to different from you guys in the US, especially west coast.

Yeah, Lokaloka is right ... thanks for a fun game.

Nikebei creates a new crab meat delicacy ... a great smelling risotto....

Craft(Food & Drink) 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

but the humans didn't seem to appreciate the chunks of shell added to the rice dish, something about breaking teeth ...

Nikebei creates a new crab meat delicacy ...

Craft(Food & Drink) 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Nikebei tries to row the raft ...

Athletics 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Hero Point

Athletics 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25