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Small thing: my PFS ID is 1904, not 1907. It doesn't really matter for the chronicle, but it might for reporting. Thanks!

Omen-Seeker double moves to behind Maxine!

Omen-Seeker reloads her massive pistol and moves North.

Omen-Seeker nods absently at Azara, realizing what comes next. She takes a guarded step back, adding space between her and the coming boom-pocalypse.

She whispers a few words and mind thrusts Red Drow! Brain Damage: 2d10 ⇒ (5, 10) = 15 Will DC 15!

Omen-Seeker takes a guarded step back and casts Mind Thrust 1 at Blue Orc. Mind Thrustin': 2d10 ⇒ (8, 2) = 10 DC 15 Will Save!

Omen-Seeker grunts as the blast hits her. She reloads the gun and returns fire!

Handcannon: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 for 1d12 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6 damage!

Cool, thanks for the behind the screen information!

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

"I have never driven a forklift before, but I am always up for new experiences!" Cut to two minutes later, when all the shelves are lying on their sides and a Ysoki is standing there looking thoughtful. "Clearly, mistakes were made."

Omen-Seeker calmly reloads her massive handgun and fires again! BOOM!: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11 for 1d12 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11 damage!

Omen-Seeker reloads and fires at the leader! Boom!: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26 for 1d12 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 damage!

Edit!Crit damage: 1d12 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9 and Knockdown!

Omen-Seeker reloads and fires again at the nearest foe! Boom!: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 for 1d12 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9 damage!

Omen-Seeker moves up, sighing as she shakes her handcannon free of her robes. Boom vs Green?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10 for 1d12 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 damage, counts as magic.

"Always it comes to violence. Too bad."

"Still, we must try to speak with them. Mercy must be offered if it can be. The Green is red in tooth and claw, but we must remember we are also children of society, and society demands we offer mercy. I will step forward and talk to them, if you wish, while you take up positions for attack, if there is need. If I need help, I will say 'Strawberry'. Understood?" She steps forward if there is assent, holstering her handcannon under her robes.

Omen-Seeker will use Mysticism to disable the sensors.

Mysticism, trap 1: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (15) + 12 = 27
Mysticism, trap 2: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16
Mysticism, trap 3: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23
Mysticism, trap 4: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

"Seems a sensible assumption. Let's see what we can find." Omen-Seeker nods to the little devil. "I hope you find your freedom, friend. It's no fit thing to be beholden to another." And moves deeper into the warehouse, following Sefel.

"No creature should be confined against its will without a very good reason. Can we help you be free?" Omen-Seeker asks.

Mysticism: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14
Mysticism: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26

"That is a sad situation, Ipqiq. No being should live in bondage in this way."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24

"You don't have much esteem for Villyth. Why is that?" Omen-Seeker asks directly.

"We were sent to serve Villyth's family." Omen-Seeker tries to tell the truth, but not the whole truth.

I think I'm good. Gun is out but covered. Ready for the descent.

"Most wise." Omen-Seeker nods.

Can someone move me? I'm on a limited mobile connection.

Omen-Seeker follows along, keeping her eyes open for the target.

Omen-Seeker follows along with Azara.

Omen-Seeker sighs. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained, I suppose." She pulls her giant pistol out and keeps it hidden beneath her robes and follows Azara.

"How's it coming in there?" Omen-Seeker calls out from outside the server room. "Are we ready to move along? Time is slipping away from us after all."

"I shall not tempt fate by entering that room, but best of luck to you!"

Omen-Seeker provides her with the same address she gave the last drow. And swears that Abraxus can eat her soul if she goes into the data center. (And then she stays the heck out of the data center.)

"Oh dear. I wouldn't know what to do with your newfangled computers, dearie. So many buttons! Why in my day we just had two buttons: off and on. And those were more than enough! Now it's a button for this, a button for that and I get so confused..." She launches into a rambling story about buttons, which segues into a long diatribe on politicians and their general lack of effectiveness, hoping to distract the drow from her friends' soul swearing...

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

"Oh you're very sweet, young lady. But I already have it filled, I just forgot it at my apartment. Won't take longer than ten minutes for a healthy young thing like you to run and get it. Why, when I was your age! I would have been there and back in no time!" Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Omen-Seeker nods. "Of course we'll come outside. We don't wish to bother your routine. I am sorry, but I left my heart medication at home. It's only a few blocks away and I'm so very old. Could you fetch it for me? I only ask because I get seizures if I miss a dose..."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

Opposed Charisma Check, if needed: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Omen-Seeker smiles as she pats out the slightly scorched spot on her robes. "Oh my, we're the tour group. The guide said someone in here would be able to show us around? I've been looking so forward to this since I won the contest!"

CL check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10 Yoinks!

Will Save DC 15 for Charm Person.

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22 If by any chance I can go first, I cast Charm Person and on the Drow before any violence can occur!

No worries, Redelia. Your baby needs you far more than we do. (Although gamers and babies share a number of disturbing similarities).

Omen-Seeker, a little impatient opens the door and steps inside.

Have I caught back up with the team yet?

Omen double-times it to get back to the group!

"Oh, thank you, friend. I'm sure the Tea shop is close. Perhaps you could walk with me? It's so very dark and I don't feel safe on these streets." Omen-Seeker takes his arm and walks him down the block, chatting about grandkids and future plans and his favorite childhood snacks. When they're about a block away, she asks if he would be so kind as to retrieve her handbag for her from her home. She gives him an address about 10-20 minutes walk away and tells him the door is open, please and thank you.

Omen-Seeker nods to Maxine. "Shall I stroll up and ask for directions?"

If the party assents, Omen-Seeker walks up to the drow, her robes held slightly up in one hand and leaning on the staff with the other, looking older than her actual age. "Excuse me, young man. But I'm looking for someone. Could you point me to Madame Proudfoot's Tea Emporium?"

Unless he immediately attacks, she casts charm person on him! DC 15 Will Save.

"Let's walk in. No sense in trying to be sneaky." Omen-Seeker starts strolling toward the gate.

Omen-Seeker settles herself and her robes as she leaves the vehicle, feeling windswept. She checks the safety on her over-large pistol and loosens it in the holster, then leans on her staff as if infirm and waits with the others. Once it's time to go, she follows, feigning a limp and keeping her hands on the staff, ready for action.

"I can also try to charm anyone we come across, to make them regard as us friends. It may reduce the number of foes we fight." Omen-Seeker nods slowly. "But we could plan all night; we must act."

"I can also try to charm anyone we come across, to make them regard as us friends. It may reduce the number of foes we fight."[/n] Omen-Seeker nods slowly. [b]"But we could plan all night; we must act."

"I can summon vines that hold a person in place, which may prevent them from reaching an alarm. The key, I think, is getting as many of them in one place as we can. Can anyone get think of how we would do this?"

I second Azara, How do we research?

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28