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Okay, I thought I'd be able to keep up with this kind of pace, but it doesn't seem like it.

Sorry guys, but I'm gonna step out. It shouldn't be too hard to find someone else to replace me.

Orym grunts in response to the ghost, unimpressed. At his feet, a misshapen creature that resembles a fox made of bone and hair bounds around in circles yipping at the others waiting. "Kri," Orym speaks, his voice rough and lifeless, and his familiar rushes up the zombie's arm, before melding with its master's shoulder.

Orym continues his vigil, giving passing notice to Mastigia and Elric as they converse. Groaning wordlessly, the former half-orc looks around, intent on guarding the area while the others chat frivolously.

Dot.

Orym would show up early and pretty much stand around guarding the place unless specifically addressed. He's very much going to be going with the "man of few words" character type. Strong but silent.

Dot.

Orym was a wanderer in life, and ended up being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now he's got a powerful hunger for braiiiinnnnnsssss and a big damn hammer.

Good catch, Mastigia. Will update that in a second.

Fixed. :)

Okay, this is Seranov and I think Orym is mostly ready. Just throwing his backstory and such together now.

Once they've reached the inn, Orym sighs as he slumps into a chair. "I don't like this at all," he grumbles. "I can't do this anymore," he complains, before gathering his belongings. "We've been at this for days now an' ain't nothin' is getting done." With that, he leaves the inn, clearly hoping to put some distance between him and the town before it's too dark to travel.

Okay, nobody panic! I'm just going to switch to a different character. I haven't really been having fun with Orym, so I'm going to be coming back with Thangrom Deepwalker, a Dwarf Witchguard Ranger.

Orym follows after Derika and Jerrica, weapon resting on his shoulder. "Hope they got more than jus' straw t' sleep on..." he mutters aloud.

Orym leans heavily on his weapon, sighing. "Indeed," he adds.

Orym continues tossing acid at the monster.

Orym casts Acid Splash (standard action).

Acid Splash touch attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Acid Splash damage (Focus): 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Orym grins as his attack lands, following up with yet another. "Beat it down!" he calls to his companions.

Orym casts Acid Splash (standard action).

Acid Splash touch attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Acid Splash damage (Focus): 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Orym continues his acidic assault.

Orym casts Acid Splash (standard action).

Acid Splash touch attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
Acid Splash damage (Focus): 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Orym falls to his old faithful, tossing a bolt of acid at the strange creature.

Orym casts Acid Splash (standard action).

Acid Splash touch attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Acid Splash damage (Focus): 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Orym sighs, releasing a breath he wasn't aware he was holding. "Yeah... let's keep movin'."

Again, Orym tosses a bolt of acid at the elemental, hoping to put it down.

Orym casts Acid Splash (standard action).

Acid Splash touch attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Acid Splash damage (Focus): 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Man, I can't wait until I actually have spells worth using. >_<

Orym looses another bolt of acid at the elemental.

Orym casts Acid Splash (standard action).

Acid Splash touch attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 Swing and a miss.
Acid Splash damage (Focus): 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Orym begins casting his spell, but doesn't release it at the elemental for fear of hitting his comrades.

Ready an action to cast Acid Splash at the fire elemental when he gets a clear shot.

Acid Splash touch attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
Crit confirmation: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
Acid Splash damage (Focus): 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Crit damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Orym nods. "A grave anywhere outside is better than an eternity o' rottin' in some cellar. I'll help ya out, best I'm able."

"We're not here to hurt you, lad. We want to help," Orym says, honesty shining in his eyes.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Orym makes sure he has all his belongings and nods, following after Jerrica.

Orym shrugs. "Sounds less dangerous than the dungeon, that's for sure." He proceeds to eat some of the offered food, frowning all the while.

Yeah, it's kind of the "they tried to murder us in cold blood for no reason" that generally leads us to believe they're bad, and considering that's the exact same thing they did when they saw us with you, I'm not sure why your character would think differently.

Orym is very much against this whole endeavor, but it's in his best interests to not get ganged up on and disemboweled while we're in the the bandits' midst.

"I don't like it any more than you do, lass, but if it gives us the chance to clear out the bigger threat in this place, we should take the risk," Orym says to the other half-orc in a low voice.

Orym rests a hand on Derika's shoulder before she can leave. He shakes his head, still silent.

Orym stands off to the side, uncomfortable with dealing with the leader of the bandits. 'Too much like the raiders that would harass the caravan...' the sorcerer recalls, arms crossed and a dour look on his face.

Agreed.

Orym casts Mage Armor on himself after Abigail gives the 'okay' signal, chanting softly and gesturing to complete the spell.

Orym spends the rest of the day relaxing, trying to go over ways to get more done in a day. 'We'll be at this for weeks,' he thinks to himself, elbows resting on the table as he nurses a mug of ale. 'There's got t' be a better way t' go about this...'

A chain shirt would give Derika a whopping +1 extra AC. That's practically nothing. A breastplate is a much safer choice. Maybe a buckler on top of it. Though she'd take a -1 to claw attacks with that hand, it's better than dying horrifically.

Orym raises an eyebrow. "You sure, lass? They've been beatin' the stuffing out of you for a couple days now..." he jokes, once they're out of earshot of the councilman.

For the record, I am willing to forfeit any of the gold I may have earned so we can buy Derika a g~+@!#n Breastplate. Jebus, she needs AC.

Orym got HP this level and an extra cantrip. Wee.

HP: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

I'll live with it.

This is seriously the only game I'm in where everyone has consistently rolled terribly since it started. It's kind of amazing.

Orym frowns. "We'll never make any progress at this rate," he complains, but he doesn't say anything more.

Orym continues his barrage of acidic attacks.

Orym casts Acid Splash at B3 (standard action).

Acid Splash touch attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Acid Splash damage (Focus): 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Orym swears as the bandit shrugs off the effects of his spell, but grins once he crumples under Derika's assault. When the woman falls over after him, though, he frowns again. Taking off to try and draw their attention, Orym moves to open ground, taking another shot at the bandits with his magic.

Orym moves to B:7 (move action) and casts Acid Splash at B3.

Acid Splash touch attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 I think I give up.
Acid Splash damage (Focus): 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

For the record, it's a huge waste of effort to cast Mage Armor on Derika because she's already wearing armor. +1 AC wasn't going to do jack because she has been getting hit with 15+ constantly.

Orym frowns as he realizes the he no longer has a convenient companion to hide behind, and decides enough is enough. Chanting a different spell in a mystical language, he extends a hand towards the veteran bandit. A cone of multi-hued light bursts forth, centered squarely on the leader's face. He then steps back past Derika, a worried look on his face.

Orym casts Color Spray (standard action) at VB, then moves to A:3.

DC15 will save or
Unconscious, blind and stunned for: 2d4 ⇒ (1, 2) = 3 rounds, then,
Blind and stunned: 1d4 ⇒ 1 rounds, then,
Stunned: 1d1 ⇒ 1 round.

Oops. Retcon to B:4, then.

Orym shifts his position, turning his attention towards the leader of the bandits. Another bolt of acid is sent flying in his direction.

Orym moves to A:4 (move action) and casts Acid Splash (standard action) at VB.

Acid Splash touch attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Acid Splash damage (Focus): 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Orym once more sends a bolt of acid flying at the bandits, frustration clear on his face.

Orym casts Acid Splash (standard action) at B2.

Acid Splash touch attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Acid Splash damage (Focus): 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Orym growls once his gambit fails, pulling his vial of acid from his belt and incanting in harsh tones. A bolt of acid flies out at one of the bandits but doesn't find its mark.

Orym pulls the vial from his belt (move action) and casts Acid Splash (standard action) at B1.

Acid Splash touch attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Acid Splash damage (Focus): 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

"What in the Nine Hells is going on here?" the man asks, then points at Telsyn. "And who's he? The magical cookie-making elf who's lost his recipes?"

"I lost me pet! Not a recipe! Are ya e'en listenin' t' what I'm sayin'?" the half-orc complains, looking furtively between his companions.

Orym looks around for a moment, a confused look on his face. "Fancy meetin' folk out here," he says as he stands upright, no longer trying to hide. "I was lookin' fer me pet, have ya seen 'im?" the half-orc asks, his accent different than usual. He scratches his head, looking entirely like he's actually searching for a small animal in the woods.

Orym tries to convince them he's not here to murder them horrifically.

Bluff: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Orym darts to the side of the path, trying to stay out of sight.

Stealth: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 G!!**+nit dice.

After repeating the previous morning's ritual, down to letting Clamps nibble on a few tablescraps again, Orym is prepared to delve into the fort once more. "Once more, into the breach?" he jokes to the others as they gather in the eating area of the inn.

Orym scratches his head at the names Telsyn uses to describe his magics, but shrugs it off. "I believe rest is the best plan for all of us," he says, excusing himself to his room.