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I'm seriously considering making a 'Suicide Squad' game for fun. Have the players make the nastiest, ugliest, most murderhoboiest characters their little hearts desire and send them on a mission that the kingdom doesn't expect them to return from. I've never dealt with truly eeee-vil PCs before, I think it would be an interesting process.

Yeah, sure...

Mace at the ready, Owen ducks into the shadows, skirting the edge of the group.

Moves to G7, then casts mage armor.

With a glance to Owen, the stout dwarf asks; "Does tha wanna get in 'ere?"

"Joking, yes?"

Owen does not make eye contact.

Owen holds his action.

Owen, you are welcome to ask two more questions about the Wraith if you wish. Everyone can post at will before the Wraith strikes again.

1. What are its weaknesses, and is there anything that Owen could possibly do to damage it? (He's got a magic dagger, plus the following spells left: prestidigitation, mage armor, disguise self, expeditious retreat.)

2. Is there any way to subdue a wraith without resorting to combat?

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

Owen's eyes narrow as he draws his dagger, its jeweled pommel glinting wickedly. He hisses a warning to Savendir.

"Wraith. Normal weapons won't touch it. And don't let it touch you."

Initiative: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15

Owen's skin is still pale and clammy from exhaustion, but his interest is piqued by the presence of magical auras. As Savendir exposits to the group, Owen fidgets with his dagger, his eyes darting furtively around the room.

Casts detect magic.

Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22

Owen's only down 6 or 8 hp, I think, but he's almost completely out of spells and power points.

Owen mumbles something about taking a look later, then sits down on the stairs and begins silently counting the knots in his rope.

Perception (traps): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

"If we are well enough, we should continue. We must push our advantage and seek out our quarry before the trail runs cold."

Owen nods, saying nothing. Though his breathing is as slow and measured as always, he appears pale and drained.

Though he'd never dare admit it, Owen pretty much blew his wad during the last fight. He's got one use of shift, one combat spell, and four uses of Mythic Power left for the day.

"A few scrapes and bites, been int' worse scraps."

Owen narrows his eyes at the dwarven druid and speaks to Savendir.

"Elf-- is this one infected?"

Owen blinks out of existence, then reappears further up the stairs, taking a step back and loosing an arrow from his battered shortbow.

Shift to F1, 5-foot step to E1, attacks wererat at I2 (who is no longer engaged in melee since Savendir moved to G1).

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 F*%#.

I gave them last turn. GM said it was a move action, you should be able to use one now.

Somehow I missed that...

Any way that Owen could simply *take* Savendir's arrows, rather than having Savendir give them to him? Savendir seems to be otherwise occupied, and Owen isn't the type to end a round within melee range when he can help it.

On his action, Owen moves to F1 (move action), shifts to H1 (swift action), then sheathes his dagger (move action).

"I have silver arrows, if anyone can use them," Savendir volunteers. "They also seem to burn readily enough."

Owen gestures vaguely to Savendir. "Elf. Arrows."

Owen can teleport closer to Savendir if need be. He'd be shooting into melee, but I doubt Owen would be the type to really care all that much.

If someone has a bow and wants arrows, let me know.

Owen's got a bow for emergencies. Is this an emergency?

"As you wish, if this is where you want to die so be it. But not the dwarf or the pretty lady, soon you will be one of us. Ha ha ha ha ha!"

Owen gives the creature a blank look. "Does not matter. Death a construct of time." He gestures faintly toward the remaining wererats. "If lycanthropes, then vulnerable to silver. Preferably deal with this sooner rather than later."

Current hp 33

Would Owen know about Savendir's silver arrows?

For the record, I have silver arrows. I just failed my knowledge check miserably. If someone knows about silver and shares that information with the party, Savendir would be happy to share the wealth.

Knowledge (arcana, dungeoneering, history, or nobility): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27 Knowledge (religion) or Knowledge (local) are (d20 roll) + 10.

Owen blinks back into existence, slashing at the wererat closest to him, then moves with blinding speed toward the second wererat, aiming a savage strike toward its throat.

Attacks the wererat at E3 (standard action), takes a 5-foot step to E4, then spends one use of mythic power to make a surprise strike versus the wererat at F4 (swift action), dealing sneak attack damage to both. Owen then withdraws to C4 (move action).

Attack vs. E3 (+1 dagger): 1d20 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 2 + 3 = 15 Damage: 1d4 + 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + (1) + 3 = 5

Attack (surprise strike) vs. F4 (+1 dagger): 1d20 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 2 + 3 = 21 Damage: 1d4 + 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + (5) + 3 = 11

Owen flattens himself against a wall and disappears.

On his action, casts vanish, then moves to D3 (unless you don't allow movement through friendly squares, in which case he moves to D1 and then shifts to D3).

Owen the Younger wrote:

Map update?

Using sketchup - map updates are little slower to complete. No time last night.

Google Sketchup is an exercise in frustration. I understand.

Map update?

Owen aims a lightning-fast strike at his foe with his jeweled dagger, muttering something under his breath.

Attacks the flanked wererat at I4.

Sneak Attack (+1 dagger): 1d20 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 3 = 11; Damage: 1d4 + 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + (6) + 2 = 10

Owen spends 1 use of mythic power to use Surge on his attack roll: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

"Wererats," Owen hisses. "Very dangerous. Nasty bite."

Owen, looking somewhat annoyed, makes a small motion with his hands, as if pocketing a small object. Somehow managing to leap several steps in a split second, he aims a precision strike at one of the rats.

Shifts to J4, then sneak attacks the now-flanked rat at I4.

Sneak attack (+1 dagger): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13; Damage: 1d4 + 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + (4) + 2 = 8

Initiative: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16

Owen casts vanish at the earliest possible opportunity.

Owen pauses, putting a hand on the hilt of his dagger.

"Quiet. Hear something in the wall."

"Doest thar think that there could be a shaft in t' centre of the stairwell?" He asks the others being overly cautious as he progresses down the stairs.

"Need to stay quiet. Might miss something otherwise."

Perception (traps): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25

Owen creeps silently down the stairs slightly behind Nyxalia, ready to disappear at a moment's notice.

Moves to L3

Savendir considers a moment. "Those suited for it can scout ahead, but only within view of the rest bringing up the rear. We should not be separated, I agree." He doesn't seem to relish agreeing with Owen about anything.

Owen nods slightly, and disappears into the shadows ahead of the group.

Stealth: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22 (+1 vs. traps)

Zarine's eyes crinkle above her veil. "Done and done. Anybody care to join me? Or should we split up and scout the place separately?"

"Prefer to do things on my own, but considering circumstances, splitting up inadvisable. Plan is fine for now."

"Ahoy matey's, we seems to have lost our man'o'war somes where while we be spendin our booty at the local establishments. Ave's you seen it? It be a stout ship, wi' two oars. Aye, pillagin gives a man quite a thirst!"

Well that was sort of meta...

Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

Ready to go if everyone else is.

"So they are a bunch of raggamuffins and rogues, fighting wit' themselves? Or are they a cowled gaggle of dodgy mystics, all politics and in-fighting? Any recommendations who deals fair with thee." Ulath asks trying to figure out the situation.

"Either way, situation possibly to our advantage."

I think we are leaving Cerpera to the care of the priests, since it seems like she would be more comfortable with them. I am okay with investigating tonight. I, for one, did not use any spells.

Seconded. Also, Owen didn't use much in the way of spells, but miraculously gained two extra spells slots (nice catch, GM Tordek)...

Savendir turns to the others. "We still have the clue from the hired thug as to where the thieves might have gone. Shall we investigate at first light?"

Owen lets out a brief, quiet laugh, which quickly develops into a hacking cough. He glances awkwardly from person to person with bloodshot eyes, but says nothing.

Updated. Not sure if I did this right.

Owen waits several minutes before moving forward, slowly and apprehensively. He moves to within a few feet of the oracle, glances behind him at the rest of the group, and whispers to her.

I think Owen's going to wait until last.

"Nobody really knows how big or how far down the Ossuary goes. The Pharasmans don't even let the Duskwardens in there, so truly not much is known about it beyond the Pharasman Clergy. If she manages to get in there, she could quite easily get herself lost and we may never find her."

"There are always ways of finding people."

"I do not like this. She is going to get herself killed. Has she not had enough of a brush with death, that she must go wandering about the city?" Savendir is plainly exasperated by what he perceives as the girl's stubbornness.

"I concur. Foolish. We need her for information."

Godsmouth Ossuary:

Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

Savendir shares with the others what he learned of the Ihystear. Every new clue seems to confound his understanding of what they are up against. What would cause a group of assassins devoted to Norgorber and a cabal of necromancers want with a relic associated with Asmodeus?

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

Insights of Far-Seeing Taernis: Volume 1(Conjuration) - It contains several 1st through 3rd level spells. (Volume 2 is available upon special request.)

If there is one particular volume you want to study for the remaining hour, let me know and I will list the spells in that book.

Is Insights of Far-Seeing Taernis: Volume 2 available, given the time constraints?

Is there any other information you wish to learn at the library? The library will be closing in about an hour.

Owen makes a mental note to return to the sixth floor, and decides to examine some of the books on the first floor before the library closes.

Owen heads upstairs to check out the rare book collection.