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lore(servant): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
And thanks for the attack. Jeeves doing better with somoene else at the keyboard!

I'm going to be away for about a week (I may get an odd post in, but best assume I'm gone until about the 9th). With my rolling this game, it may not be a big loss. Just move me around to help with flanking and if I can get an attack in as well, all the better.

ref DC18: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
The servant still slow from his earlier wounds, has a hard time dodging the fiendish assault.

Jeeves looks around at everyone's efforts. Still a bit wary from his previous battle, he looks around for a lever and starts to dig up the stones from under the circle.

athletics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
athletics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

Alas, while he starts strong... he quickly tires.

So am I back to full?

Jeeves slips quietly forward to listen.
stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

I think that second hit should have been a miss due to the raised shield.

Jeeves rubs his noggin. Or perhaps it is more his nocked-in.

"I feel rather the worse for wear." he admits.

will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Jeeves quakes slightly as the wave of fear passes over him. The tray wobbles and so does Jeeves. But the gentlemans's gentleman seems more concerned with being between the two halflings.

Keeping his drinks tray raised he slurs "I think you have made a mistake." before stepping sideways and accidently bumping into the halfing in purple.

flurry,fear vs OG: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (6) + 8 - 1 = 13
damage,BS: 1d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 1 = 9
flurry,fear vs OG,MAP: 1d20 + 8 - 1 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 8 - 1 - 4 = 12
damage,BS: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

* raise shield
* step
* flurry
I'm going to go back over this game at some stage and see just how mean RNG has been to poor ol' Jeeves. Aside from bashing in a door, these have been diabolical. Must be the Hellknights.

ref: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Jeeves dodges the thrown egg. "Sir, you will need to do better than that."

He raises his drinks tray and takes a quick sip from the bottle that appears upon it, returning the bottle to his pouch before it could possibly get damaged. It is important.

He then staggers forward, obviously the worse for wear. Finding himself directly before the troublemaker in green he offers a burp of surprise, when he realises he seems to have staggered into trouble rather than away from it.

* raise shield
* enter stumbling stance
* stride.

"Excuse me a moment, I'll just check ahead to make sure there are no.. compliations." says Jeeves. Who given the number of complications he has encountered so far, is totally expecting some.

stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Given my rolling, I think Jeeves is the biggest obstacle!

"Stand behind me, good sirs. " says Jeeves. Puffing out his chest, his suit starts to look even more battered as he acts as a human windbreak.

fort: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13 REally, am I going to roll any double digits?

Glinda... all round solid showing.

Jeeves offers reassuring nods as Raijyu tries to rally the crowds spirits.
"Come one, we are all in this together. Soon we will have you back safe."
society(aid): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Rounding the corner he comes to a quick halt. He gives the barriers a quick look, trying to spot a path between them.

per: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Jeeves points down the road. "A school full of little children went that way!" he calls out.

deception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

With no sign of alcohol, Jeeves goes in search of a water barrel.
per: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Jeeves goes in search of ale or water to try and dowse some flames.
"If there is one things flames don't like, it is liquid. Now I don't recommend pouring spirits on these, but water, ale or beer should be helpful."

And if he 'tests' some on his own system first, well, that is just the right thing to do, right?

Not sure what sort of check, if any, is required here.

Jeeves staggers his way toward the darkness, but not actually into it. There he pauses, gazes at his drinks tray as if not too sure how it ended up in hand, and then offers a burp as he looks around.

per: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

◆ raise shield
◆ stride
◆ scan

Jeeves takes a quick sip from his flask. Then, fortified, he somewhat staggers into the room. But don't worry. His drinks tray is out and ready. Nothing is going to hurt him this time.

◆ enter stumbling stance
◆ raise shield
◆ stride

"We do have a trail of civilians..." starts Jeeves.
However the rest of the group is off in flash. "Come along!" smiles Jeeves.

"A side trip to brighten all our days!"

Not trained in any of those sorry.

Jeeves makes himself useful. Packing peoples belongings up into boxes, taking out needle and thread to patch worn coats and generally helping people to feel that a trip across the war-torn town is something that is, now they consider it, something quite doable. He might even offer a quick sip from his rapidly emptying flask.

labor lore: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Jeeves will also guide the group.
"Please, allow me to show you the clearest way."

Perked up by his companions, Jeeves is soon hard at work. Serving drinks. And in a quiet moment he can be seen with a needle and thread, fixing the rent in his jacket. He's no seamstress, but the jacket is soon back to a more-or-less presentable condition.

"My thanks good sirs and madam."

Jeeves, battered, bruised and with a nasty rent in his suit suggests "Perhaps I might be better off acting as a guide for a bit. I'm afraid my services in any upcoming combat may be a bit limited at the moment."

Does anyone have any out of combat healing?

Jeeves looks surprised but relieved that the drinks tray took the brunt of the tiger-mans attack on him. Keeping it raised he staggers sideways. "That was most ungentlemany of you." he slurs, taking another quick drink of his own.

On one hp, not going back into range just yet.

feint,stance: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 1 = 9

◆ raise shield
◆ step
◆ feint.

Oh extra +1 from bless, I forgot that. Maybe 16 will be enough to hit. and +1 to damage for that bump as well.

Jeeves rocks, whether from the force of Castus's blows or from his own bottle induced effects is unclear. What is clear is that he is all but out on his feet.

The butler frantically lifts his drinks tray to try and protect himself, but only succeeds in unbalancing himself and careering into Castus again.

fort,bump: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 1 = 11
HP reroll fort,bump: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 1 = 12

flurry #1, Mentor, bump, vs OG AC: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 9 + 1 + 1 = 12
stumbling blow, backstabber: 1d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 1 = 7

flurry #1, Mentor, bump,MAP: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 9 + 1 + 1 - 4 = 15
stumbling blow: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

feint,stance,bump: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 1 + 1 = 19

◆ raise shield
◆ flurry
◆ feint

The startled Jeeves staggers to the left for a moment. Did that big hit break his small brandy bottle? No... there it is in his hand, no, his mouth...

A quick nip seems to do the man a world of good, but he staggers forward, reaching out toward Castus to try and steady himself.

minor healing potion: 1d8 ⇒ 8
strike: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25
damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Flurry strike: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25
damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

"Ahh... sorry." he slurs.

◆ Interact (drink healing potion)
◆ enter staggering stance
◆ Flurry

"Ms Iola, is there somewhere they may have stashed your friend? And may I ask what name they go by?"

He assists others through the window. "Perhaps if we wait here, the thieves may bring their prisoner back to us?"

"Allow me, sir." says Jeeves.

The Gentleman's gentleman is not above getting his hands dirty. He advances on the boarded window, looks for the loosest board to begin with, and gets to work.

athletics, bump: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 8 + 1 = 29

Jeeves peers around, looking to see if there is a back door or a window that has loose boards.

"Interesting that Aaron has been taken to the very place we heard others were holed up. I wonder what happened to them? It must have been very recent..."

Do we have the Keg crowd with us still, or did we drop them off?

Jeeves, as befits a butler is about to offer his services. But as others are already filing the need he just keeps his silence for a moment.

"Very well, if we are all packed? Shall we be off?"

"You talk a good talk Ms Taithe, but are you willing to make it a test of faith? If I can drink more than you, then surely it is a sign from the Merry one himself that my message should be listened to?"

He grins and takes out his hip flask. "Ready?"

fort: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Jeeves steps forward. "What Mister Veracruz means to say is that Greta Gardania of the town council is concerned for your safety. And has asked that we look in on you and escort those who wish to retire to the safer southern districts to such a destination. While it looks like you have so far done well for yourselves, there is a concern that a greater force, perhaps augmented with fiends, may seek your bodies, souls and destruction of your pub. None of these things are quite so likely if you are on the south bank."

Jeeves nods to Wizel. "A good choice Mister Genius."

He pauses to think. "Surely such a place would be a center of defense against a fiendish attack."

Jeeves, pleased he was able to add some knowledge to the mix, eyes the goblin suspiciously. They were generally regarded as not conducive to dinner parties retaining the appropriate degree of decorum. He would watch out for 'Cousil Warbal'.

The servant discretely coughs, reminding the party of some information that they may have overlooked.

Though with rolls above, it seems unlikely!

"We are to find citizens and escort them safely to, ahh safety? And we are likely to face roaming fiends?" he asks, clarifying the mission details.

The perceptive among the group may notice that his hip flask seems a little lower on quantity than could be accounted for by the amount he his dispensed into Pathfinder glasses.

Did you want us to make the checks, or did you want to roll (sometimes these initial checks are secret in case we make blunders and get some fun false information).

Jeeves will certainly try Society +4 (RK) for the three Society related checks.

Sadly still at 15 rep with Enoy's allience.

Jeeves reaches into a pouch, withdraws a small hip flask and pours the contents into a small glass which he offers to Wizel. It certainly smells stronger than tea.

"Whiskey, sir?" he asks.

A perplexed expression crosses his feet for a moment at the ferret, instead he advances on Melenia. "Refreshments, Miss Nightbreeze? I do have plain water also available."

Then returning his gaze to the ferret he asks "Mr? Raijyu. What would you like to partake of while we wait?"

"Tea? Certainly madam. But not iced I am afraid." says Jeeves. The mostly prepared butler produces a china-tea cup and saucer, and, pouring from an elegant pot, delivers a lovely scented cup of hot tea - with just a hint of peach to it.

He directs his gaze toward Veracruz. "Sir? A Coffee? Or perhaps a short brandy?"

No glyphs here sorry.

A impeccably dressed gentleman joins the briefing. And by gentleman, I mean a Gentleman's gentleman. A human of middling age he is not of distinguished feature, although his carriage is erect and extremely proper. Dressed in full formal servants attire he carries a small silver drinks tray.

"Jeeves, reporting for duty, sir" he says with a short bow.

He wears no armor, nor does he carry a weapon.

Jeeves, patching up himself, his suit and his slightly dented tray, watches at the others finish exploring the cave.

"Or maybe it was a helper, left behind when the last resident died?" he suggests.

Nice. Thanks for the game.

fort: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

"Wow... that's the good stuff..." slurs Jeeves as he tries to retain focus on the generous butler, ahh, golem, before him.

He looks at his tray, which seems not too badly dented, and then at the new rent in his jacket, before tripping forward into the butler, no, golem.

strike: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

flurry strike: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 9 - 4 = 20
damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

He then does his best to get the drinks tray back into position between himself and the golem.

◈ flurry
◈ raise shield
◈ Slow

Jeeves made his fort save above.

fort: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
Swaying, Jeeves seems to stumble, as if having a hard time staying on his feet. Could the masterful man-servant have had a tipple too many?

feint,stance: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 1 = 18 Yes, I know you can't feint against a golem, but Jeeves has never met one before. I'll not waste an action on this in the future, promise.

The golem is apparently unimpressed with his performance.

Jeeves then all but trips into the golem, apologizing profusely as he does so, his fists hitting the ancient creation with a hefty force.

flurry: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

flurry,MAP : 1d20 + 8 - 5 ⇒ (16) + 8 - 5 = 19
damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Finally, remembering his dignity, he takes his small drinks tray and looks at it, wondering if it could protect him from the creature.

◈ feint
◈ flurry
◈ raise shield

permission granted!

"Coming Mr Valeros!" calls out Jeeves who can be seen to stumble slightly as he closes in, the keen eyed amongst the group noticing a flask being quickly hidden in his pocket.

Stumbling forward he seems to sway to one side as he realises what it is he is facing. "Ughh" is as much as he gets out before tripping into the massive creature.
flurry blow 1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22
damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

flurry blow 1,MAP: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 9 - 4 = 8
damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9 Combine damage with first attack for facing off against resistances

◈ stride
◈ enter stumbling stance
◈ flurry

Percival eyes up the collapsed doorways with concern. "I hope that is no a sign of what may happen down here.."

He looks around for signs of what may have caused the collapses, along with signs that anyone, or anything, else has been this way, before continuing south.