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Sheesh. I'd never have done that. I would hold position, ready to shoot through the door. I add nothing to door bashing....
Pixie falls upon his rapier was the pace is too much...

Ready action to shoot foe once vulgar chpps through the door.
Attack 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 for 1d6 ⇒ 6
hang in there Byron, we got your back!

ooc: My thinking was to provide a barricade, so that if something comes through the door, they'll make noise and be slowed down... something like that :)
I will follow up to the door Vulgar and Byron went through, ready to unleash an arrow upon evil-doers...

kellic, maybe we should drag a bed to block the other door should at least give us some warning if someone comes through.
I move quietly to the other door. 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

[B]phew! Keep up the good work, all. This team is shapong up nicely![\b]
To DM: all out of lvl 1 spells. Stick to songs for +1 hit and damage, and nice rolls on the arrow shots. :-)

Carefully step to I10. Ready action to shhot whatever threatens my new best bud, Byron,
Attack at 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Damage 1d6 ⇒ 3

Ooc: OK gents I am out for the next 24-48 hours. Will check in when I get to my sister-in-law's. Have a great Xmas and new years :-) Be nice to each other.

Apply salve.
Stealth 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Perception 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
pickpocket bow out of Byron's hands 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Bluff him into defending against hideous beast hiding in the room 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
okay, scratch the last 2 actions...
(in a whisper)Byron, that's a nice bow...are you sure you know how to use it? why aren't we going back to the alchemist? we got his shrooms...

I cast Distraction on Byron, Will Save DC 15. Once he is distracted, I quickly swap out the shortbow he *stole* from the dead elf for the one I'm carrying about...

i groan, rub my bloody shoulder, bemoan the fares that have once again laid me low. On the bright side, this time it isn't my @$$hole bleeding. I say we finish exploring this tower, then go back and squeeze gold and information from that alchemist.
I begin to sing a funeral dirge as I gear up and frisk the dead elf...if need be I cast dancing lights so we can see a bit better.
Ooc: grumble, grumble, arsenal of potent magic and I get punched out...

For what it is worth, I was trying to my bard ability Fascinate on the half orc, thus the will save. If he failed he would have watched me as I tried rousing my sleeping comrades. Ah well, thus goes rat bastard dm...
One complaint I have is that this style of play reduces the flexibility of the table top game; as the last man in the round, I would have liked the option to modify my actions to what happens before my turn...just an observation.

And it looks like a TPK...
urrrk' ack...tis a mortal blow...
I pivot on my left foot three times and fall to the ground in a bloody heap. Zero hit points..
If I can I will bluff to play dead in the hopes of doing somethinggb to wake the sleepers before they get killed...
Bluff 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Once a day means once a day...sheesh.
My initiative is a 9 so why you waiting on me?
Nonetheless, I begin a song of fascination directed at half or as I back up across the room to the wall. DC 15 will save to resist.
nobody sees me/nobody wants to hurt me/listen to the song/let Kellic ring your gong

I will turn around slowly in place, completing two full 360s, as I try to figure out what Byron is talking about.
Boy, he thinks a lot of himself doesn't he...like I'd watch his ass...now that Kellic, he's got some good moves...very athletic...ok, should it be a G chord or a C chord to imitate the sound of my bowstring sending death the spider's way... why are they all looking at me like that...? I didn't stab this elf.
Errr..umm. Perhaps one of you talented gentlemen would like to check the elf's wounds, sucking out the poison or bandaging him or somesuch, while I sing a small homage to our victory here that will inspire you to...umm...competence.
I begin to sing a nice little tune to lift their spirits.
Sadly, I don't quite know how to inspire competence yet..if I can only get my voice to lower a bit....maybe if I sing more nasally...wait, for it, wait for it...

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
I edge back towards the door, ready to flee...

Move to where I can see spider. This cannot be good...if only the bullies from Mezzno B Military Academy could see me now...
Shoot spider: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21 for 1d6 ⇒ 5

Haunted Fey Aspect
You surround yourself with disturbing illusions, making you look and sound like a bizarre, insane fey creature. You gain DR 1/cold iron against a single opponent until the end of the spell, or until you take damage.

This is an awesome spell!! I can't wait to make it permanent. I love the bizarre, insane fey creature part :)

I will advance 15' forward to M8 (I think). I will cast dancing lights into the room-- 4 torch like lights (20' radius light each) with a bit of a disco ball effect-- that stay within 10' of each other and can move 100' a round...no concentration check for me to control them, etc. One light in each of I5, J5, I6 and J6. Then I stand ready with my bow, posing with a saucy hip-shot since I caught Byron looking.
Perception 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21 on keeping an eye on the general area so we don't get jumped.

P8
Ready to shoot bad guy on my turn.

ooc: 22 posts since I last checked in??? you all need to find things to do...like play Skyrim all day ;)

Pixiedust rolls perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17 and looks around feeling very bored.
What was all the noise the sexy half elf was making about my thumb?? This ring looks nice...we can sell it to the fence, split it four ways, pay off my debts and buy some new boots...mid-thigh, black leather would be nice
Yawn...
I ready my bow, moving quietly to stand about 30' or so from the hole, where I can cover my brave comrades...and launch a song if needs be. I am also keeping an eye on the surroundings so we don't get jumped by another wandering crocodile while we focus on Byron's butt.
Stealth: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

The fabled Ring Of Kazad'Um the Hunter! He was a great hero of the third age. This is near priceless and will serve to improve my skill at archery.
*pixiedust pats Vulgar kindly on the head and Byron on the ass, before flashing a winsome smile at Kellic, as he slips the ring on his thumb.* :-)

Sigh...piece of cake. Glad to help out, a little credit here. A round of applause?
Hmmm, Vulgar did not seem to be inspired by my singing...sad, must be something wrong with his ears...
ooc: be sure to include the tiny (5% bonus to hit) +1 on attacks and damage when I say I inspire courage...after a while, it is really the only thing I've got left :).
*Pixiedust carefully picks his way through the much and carnage, avoiding getting dirty, and using prestidigitation to remain clean, and lays hands boldy upon Vulgar's wounds, singing a ditty about Jack and Diane...*
I cast Cure Light Wounds on the dwarf for 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4.

*I take another 5' step away from the croc, strike a suitably heroic pose with my bow and sing:*
Byron, Kellic, and Vulgar the dwarf/attack and kill the croc/smash its skull and save the dwarf/'cuz Pixie's songs rock!
Inspire courage= plus 1 to attack and damage while I sing.
I am so happy that thing bit the dwarf not me....I wonder what dwarf tastes like?...what rhymes withe dwarf? Wharf? Morph? Shoot, c'Mon, kill the damned thing already

OOC: some of us do actually work all day like an F-ing slave....

I 5' step back to D1. Provided the Croc is still alive, I cast hypnotism on it DC 16 will save, with a +2 as we're in combat. I affect 2d4 ⇒ (3, 1) = 4 HD of creatures...it doesn't need to understand, just hear and see my repetitive droning...
Your gestures and droning incantation fascinate nearby creatures, causing them to stop and stare blankly at you. fascinated creature is entranced by a supernatural or spell effect. The creature stands or sits quietly, taking no actions other than to pay attention to the fascinating effect, for as long as the effect lasts. It takes a –4 penalty on skill checks made as reactions, such as Perception checks. Any potential threat, such as a hostile creature approaching, allows the fascinated creature a new saving throw against the fascinating effect. Any obvious threat, such as someone drawing a weapon, casting a spell, or aiming a ranged weapon at the fascinated creature, automatically breaks the effect.

Come on Croco-baybeeee, see my tasty hand waving in front of your snout...nice crocodile, just look at my hand....C'mon you apes, kill this thing!!!

I shoot the beast with my shortbow.
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14 for 1d6 + 0 ⇒ (6) + 0 = 6damage.
I then scan around the surroundings for more nasty beasts, ignoring the dwarf who seems nasty when enraged.
Perception 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Oh, the pain in your head will pass, even though you smell like swamp gas, oh, the pain in your head will pass, don't chew the grass, Vulgar...does that help with the hangover? If not, I can recommend that a roll in the hay will do wonders...sadly, there is no one here for you.
I am not sure that my song has really done anything for the dwarf, but I think I've given him something to focus on... Hey, is that a mushroom? Ooops, that is the dwarf...my bad

How rude. Must remember to stay out of reach of Kellic. OK, keep the sun out of my eyes and I will be rich.
I make sure the others see that I am armed and armored, my bow is ready at hand, and my hat is pulled low. I will sing jaunty marching tunes as we go, inspiringing competent perception checks so the half orc or other nasty does not surprise us.

Aren't we going out into the swamp?
Pixiedust is feeling confused, but happy to go back to the inn for some fun in the sack, but I took my rapier and bow out of hock for this??
And what did the tattooed guy mean when he said something about a tower? I really need to get some money, so if there is treasure to be had like our friend Vulgar has promised, then there is no time like the present!
*I play a jaunty tune to inspire my comrades in their ardor...and to get a move on out into the swamp*

grrrrrrrrrr. slash....grrrr
I am slowly getting over my psychotic episodes...formatting is working...
I am checking out this place, looking for things to steal, but nothing seems to be all that valuable...I hope this guy will pay us well...and what does the cute half-elf know about pimpin'...maybe I'll pay him a surprise visit in that room he paid for... Gracie is one of the more "energetic" girls...she doesn't mind the extra company...oooh. Focus, focus...I think we're going to the swamp.
*I tune my harp, fiddle and harmonica while waiting for the other three to get ready.*

If I just nudge the dwarf a little bit towards the counter, he should provide a bit of a distraction...and I'll be able to lift some...what the heck? all this guy has on his counter is mushrooms???? I may as well be back in Menzobarazan...or whatever the name of that place was...boy, that beer was strong...must remember to dump more in the silent guy's mug
Esckelllent! Krockodalls are eeshy to killl...errp. My majickk willl be of greatest help in pertekting you from their bitey fangs! Off we go!...and what is the pay, good alchemist?

[i] if I keep plying these guys with booze, one of them will suggest a plan. I really need to make some money, and i'm tired of pimping[\i]
Pixiedust begins to sing [b]life is hard for a pimp[\b]

I will be able to heal...somewhat. if the drow thing is a no go, I, will play an elf....who thinks he is a drow.
I am trying to figure out how to bold and italic on my tablet, so bear with me a bit. I will get stats and stuff up by the weekend.

Pixiedust sits down warily between the cute,but gruff,dwarf and the handsome half elf and listens to what they imagine for witty banter.
At an appropriate lull, he leans in and says" my name is Pixiadas, but everyone calls me Pixiedust because of my sweet voice and my phenomemal good looks. I am trained in a plethora of martial arts and melee weapons by the finest weapon masters of the underworld, but my true talents lie in my mastery of the arcane arts and acts of legerdemain"
A flash of flame snaps into the air from his fingertips as, with a very good sleight of hand check, he distracts his tablemates and empties three quarters of his foul ale into the cute elf boy's mug, and the rest into the dwarf's.
"Someone mentioned earning coin? I find myself in need of some liquid capital as some of my recent investments have not yielded adequate returns, and Guido the Ugly has been looking for me to make good on some 'debts. Another round?"

Now that BrokenOne has left, Pixiedust Sweetung steps put from where he was hiding, adjusts his threadbare cloak, looks meaningfully at Vulgar, hoping for silence if not appreciation.