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"you can understand me now right?"

Oskar shrugs. "Understandin' you is always kinda relative thing..."

"Who's a what now?

Oskar's previously resurgent appetite has crashed, hard, upon seeing the bodies.

Oskar smacks his lips. "Sure." I wonder if anyone else is hungry...

"Whoof! That was somethin' else. Th'hell was that thing, anyway?"

"এটা পালাতে চেষ্টা করছে এটা সম্ভবত কাউকে ধরবে, এবং সমুদ্রের মধ্যে ফেলে দেবে!"

"Nah, he's good for the money."

Oskar doesn't want to admit he doesn't know WTH Vy said.

"Stupid ceiling squids!"

Oskar does his best to stomp this thing into the floor. 5-ft step and Flurry.

Unarmed Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 8 - 2 = 7
Unarmed Damage: 1d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 1 = 11

Unarmed Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 8 - 2 = 17
Unarmed Damage: 1d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 1 = 11

Outslug Style: +1 dodge AC, +1 melee damage

I'm not loving these rolls. I choose to blame Nefreet's comment the other day as the cause of this.

The creature's lack of the usual anatomy shows a little, is Oskar is unable to maintain his grip on the thing.

Grapple check: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11
Unarmed Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

G~@!!!n 1...

Sure. Ask me again in two rounds.

Justin Norvegicus wrote:

I'm happy to have dayo walk into any number of traps and ambushes if it speeds up The tour of the goblin hallway marathon.

DAYO is supposed to walk into the ambushes. Sheesh universe

The important thing is, I'm okay.

Oskar looks very concerned at Justin's comment. "Poison...?"

Not sure. Figure low/mid 200s range, plus gear?

Oh, absolutely! Gonna jump up, try and grab it, bring it down to us.

Oskar leaps up, doing his best to grab a big handful of... whatever, to haul back to the ground.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Grapple check: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32

With any luck we won't have to do that too many times, so sure... #grapple

I don't think so, but he has to use an immediate for the check, so no swift on his next turn. As ever, the usual "What the hell do I know" caveats are in effect.

"Is that a... Ceiling squid?"

Knowledge (dungeoneering), untrained: 1d20 ⇒ 3

"Could be, but I didn't know those were native t'Varisia..."

I swear, I meant to put a rank in K(d)...!

Are the ceilings low enough that Oskar could jump and grab hold of Justin?

Oskar leans up against a wall, chewing on a small piece of stick.

"Go nuts."

That works as well as anything, I think!

Rather than putting them into my header, my thought was to add additional lines into any Gameplay post I make when I've got those buffs active, in a similar manner to what I've been doing with Outslug Style. Do you think that would work okay?

EDIT: so I've now got two separate stat lines I've got tucked away on a Gdoc, like so:

Outslug Style: +1 dodge AC, +1 melee damage

Mutagen: +4 Str (+2 CMB, CMD, Melee attack/damage, Str skills), +2 Nat Armor AC, -2 Int (-1 Int skills)

I'm thinking I'll make up one more for Enlarge person, then I'll have to put together some combos (Mutagen + Enlarge, and so on).

I don't have a strong reason to favor one over the other, so let's say the set of stairs we're positioned right by already on the map.

"If you want to be big before hand Oskar let me know now, otherwise we need to wait till we find a suspiciously large room down there. "

"Nah, let's save that for if we need it. Maybe I can get by with my little trick..."

"Oh, that's perfect! 'Tongue Tongue'! Thank you so much, Oskar!"

Oskar's face flashes a panicked look, as if he had accidentally started an avalanche.

"No, I... yeah, sure. Happy to help."

Safe to assume I can give myself back the 3hp I get from eight hours of rest?

"Yeah, Licker don't work. Uh, lick, lips, mouth, tongue... tongue... Sorry man, I got nothin'."

"I don't think Dayo had enough older sisters to get him used to that kind of threat, or how to go limp and pass out properly when strangled. Go easy on him "

A childhood memory arises unbidden. Oskar had been teasing his sister. Their cousin Uhlka hadn't liked that, and "corrected" Oskar. The feeling of being hung out the window while she calmly said, "Say my name," was as vivid as if it had happened last week.

S’too bad. Everyone should have a cousin like her, Oskar thinks to himself as he goes over to Dayo.

"I ain’t stranglin’ anyone, Dayo. That was just uh, exaggeration. Sorry about that, didn’t mean to fly off the handle at ya. But I really don’t think all that lickin’ is a good idea."

Waiting through a long silence from Dayo, Oskar then says, "I uh, I saw a nice brown and white guy in there that he might like..."

"You wanna take a jump and find out? I bet the rocks under that water are like big fluffy pillows. Go really great with your headboard."

"And Dayo I swear by all the gods if that thing licks me, EVER, I'mma strangle it and maybe you, too."

"So you want me to carry this thing over a freaking rope bridge 70 feet up from the water, with no hands to hold on? Two words: Floa. Ting. Dis. K!"

"In your mind, exactly how is this thing getting off this rock and back to Sandpoint?"

"Not the headboard! Its beautiful!"

Oskar stares incredulously at Justin. "There's actually enough magic in the world to make you okay with the previous owner? Really? Fine..."

Oskar sighs, and with some grunting and much effort, turns the bed so that the headboard is away from the door. "Anything happens past that, too damn bad. Okay?"

"Hell, let him have at the rabbits..."

"Great. C'mon fellas, let's block some doors."

As I said, my goal is to do as much as possible to make both doors unopenable from the other side without making a hell of a big racket.

"More or less, yeah." Oskar waves a hand around over his head. "We pretty much cleared this top level, but we got two separate stairwells leadin' down, and we've kind of given it most of what we've got to give right now. We're figurin' we block both doorways. Ropes, pile a buncha crap up against 'em, anything and everything to keep someone from gettin' through without makin' a ruckus. Get some rest, then hit the lower level tomorrow. Sound reasonable?"

Great, then just scratch that first part of the above, and someone go get Tall'n'Creepy.

Oskar nods in agreement. "I figure it's gotta be like that. We'll settle it up after we clear up here, get Shalelu, and rest."

Oskar starts walking back to secure some pickles for the horse. "You're not the boss of him!"

"I think horses only do that to bad guys, and then only in bard tales of masked men. I should be fine."

"I still don't think it can hurt to just try. Leave a pickle out, back away, see what he does. How bad could it be? Not like the horse is gonna get all malicious and s+%+, try and sucker-hoof me, is it?"

"maybe the horse likes pickels, and we can lure him out"

Oskar shrugs. "Hell, pickles are cucumbers, aren't they? That's a vegetable, the horse oughta be fine with that."

"Probably."

Kn (nature, untrained): 1d20 ⇒ 6

"Great. Friggin' wonderful. OK, if you guys'll help me barricade this one too, then we can go get Miss Shalelu, figure the best way to rest up and guard these doors till we can check downstairs. Sound good?"

Oskar stares at the room's content in disbelief. "Not that much."

He shrugs. "Gotta say, though, of all the awful smells we've found in this joint, htis is the least offensive. So, uh, yay, I guess? Let's go," he says, hefting his crowbar. "Wasn't there one more room we didn't get to before we call it a day...?"

Yeah

"What, I cleaned him up good," Oskar shadow boxes a bit in Dayo's direction.

"I was thinking pets for the school children," Dayo says, a little *too* enthusiastically...

"But they got you..."

OK, let's do that, after which we clear that last room or two. Then I think when we do settle in for the night, we get Shalelu and bunk up in Ripnugget's throne room; i.e. close enough to our barricade that we can hear if anything tries to break through it.

Is there a knob or handle on the outside of the two doors here? If so we could tie a rope around both handles.

Oskar starts looking for something biggish that will brace against the door. "So, I'm thinkin' we barricade this door, check those remainin' rooms, then freshen up a bit and take the downstairs tomorrow. Thoughts, guys?"

"Gah!" Oskar swings the door shut again.

Should I even try the other one?

"Oh, fer...!"

Oskar attacks the closer door vigorously with his crowbar.

Why a small family? A bigger one might be more pressed for a decent place, they might pay more, Oskar thinks to himself but doesn't say out loud; he's learning his lesson there.

I'll check the slightly larger room to the north first, then the other one; if either door resists, it gets the crowbar. Oh, and what's the purple guy got, the one who's trying to get across the bridge (and get murderated by Shalelu)? Is he trying to make off with the pickles the one guy tossed over the wall?

"I thought you were all about using space, now you wanna burn it down?"

Oskar's eyes go wide at the sight of the horse. "Wow. Easy big fella." Backing away, keeping his eyes on the animal, he says, "Tell me one of y'all has an apple or some s!*! like that, please...?"