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::Let me rest, I am free HAHAHA YOU THINK IT'S YOUR DECISION YES BRING ME BACK I WILL DO ANYTHING PAY ANY PRICE JUST LET ME SPILL BLOOD LET ME BURN THIS GALAXY IT WILL SUFFER FOR ITS SINS HAHAHA!::

Making a new guy is work, I'll keep him.

I've bled out, I guess my body might twitch a bit.

Also, we must decide if we want to resurrect the unusually violent chymist, or if he shall be passed on and you folks happen to find another bruiser interested in joining your crew.

Meh, it happens. I thought he would be squishier and let myself get penned in.

I. Am. Iron loony!

Those two hits are enough to drop me to exactly dead. The first one knocks me out, will my spontaneous healing have a chance to kick in before the second one lands and drop me to merely, shall we say, pining for the fjords?

Will Save: 1d20 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 5 + 4 = 21

If it's not blocked, I'll 5 ft step there to get out of the flank sandwich.

The nasty wounds on Creed start to close, but not fully. Spontaneous healing for 5 hp

IDIOT I ATTACK BECAUSE THERE IS NOTHING ELSE NOTHING! NO MEANING NO PURPOSE NOTHING BUT A CANVAS OF FLESH TO PAINT THE DEEPEST WOUND TO SHADE THE PERFECT SCAR A MONUMENT TO YOUR EXISTENCE IN THE BLOOD OF OTHERS BUT YOU CAN'T EVEN BLEED FOR ME SO DIE AGAIN!

Creed swings more recklessly at the skeleton.

Power attack w/ inspiration: 1d20 + 14 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 14 - 2 + 1 = 23
damage: 1d12 + 13 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 13 + 6 + 1 = 28

I'm coming for you... he growls, and walks over to the necromancer slowly and deliberately, dragging his whirling buzzaxe across the stone. When he breaches the purple barrier, he leaps and swings into it.

Attack w/ inspiration: 1d20 + 14 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 14 + 1 = 19
damage: 1d12 + 13 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 13 + 1 = 23

Creed throws his head back and yells (not howls), AWOOO! and lopes into the chamber, swinging at the next skeleton.

I put an arrow for where I want to move

Power attack w/ inspiration: 1d20 + 14 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 14 - 2 + 1 = 33
damage: 1d12 + 13 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 13 + 6 + 1 = 22
crit confirm: 1d20 + 14 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 14 - 2 + 1 = 26
total crit damage: 2d12 + 40 + 22 ⇒ (6, 10) + 40 + 22 = 78

I forgot my will save
Will save: 1d20 + 5 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 4 = 26
Again, the rotten flesh falls away and is quickly replenished.
I also use spontaneous healing again to have fast healing 5 for the round.

Round 6

Creed revs his axe and brandishes it at the leader in the back. "COPSE****ER, I'M COMING, AND WHEN I GET THERE, I'M GOING TO SHINE SOME SUN WHERE THE SUN DON'T SHINE HAHAHA dude, eww! Even for you, gross." He looks pouty at interrupting himself, and smashes the next bag of bones.

Power attack w/ inspiration: 1d20 + 14 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 14 - 2 + 1 = 33
damage: 1d12 + 13 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 13 + 6 + 1 = 25
Woah nelly, let's confirm that.
Confirm attack: 1d20 + 14 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 14 - 2 + 1 = 21
Total crit damage: 2d12 + 40 + 25 ⇒ (4, 8) + 40 + 25 = 77
I think I got him.

Round 5 Fight!

"more MORE MORE!"
Creed lets the bone dust spin off his axe, and then swings the blade low through its ribs.

Power attack w/ inspiration: 1d20 + 14 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 14 - 2 + 1 = 15
damage: 1d12 + 13 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 13 + 6 + 1 = 28

Creed holds the spinning buzzaxe blade next to his face, screams, "OUT OF MY FACE OUT OF MY FACE INTO YOUR FACE" and slashes it into the skeleton in front of him.

Power attack w/ inspiration: 1d20 + 14 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 14 - 2 + 1 = 21
damage: 1d12 + 13 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 13 + 6 + 1 = 28

Where the rat's claws magic? I have dr 3/magic and 2/-.

Description from spontaneous healing on round 1
The flesh that necrotized from the energy blast sloughs away, and new meat grows back in it's place. I had fast healing 5 for a round

Round 3
"CORPSE@#$%ER, REJOICE! I WILL MAKE YOUR PERFECT PARTNER FROM YOU! LET ME PREP MY TOOLS FOR SURGERY!" He waves his axe around willy-nilly, and moves up to the rat to smash it out of his way.

I enter a rage.
Power attack w/ inspiration: 1d20 + 14 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 14 - 2 + 1 = 18
damage: 1d12 + 13 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 13 + 6 + 1 = 22

Yes, Balto. He's friendly. I'll go axe a big rat instead.

Is the wolf creature on the map friendly?

will save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
"hehe tickles"

Round 2
Creed saunters next to Jellena and hurls a homemade grenade into the midst of the beasts.

I'm targeting the black skeleton.
Bomb touch attack: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 7 + 1 = 9
Bomb damage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (6, 2) + 2 = 10
All adjacent targets take 4 fire damage, dc 14 reflex save for half.

Round 1
Creed pulls out a noxious bottle and chugs it, saying "Time to wake up, don't get us killed." His muscles bulk, and his skin thickens and cracks, looking like broken stone. "IT'S CHOPPING TIME!""

I drink my mutagen for my turn.

"I'm ready, this is getting I MAKE EVERY ENDING HAPPY WITH BLOOD AND SPRINKLES AND GUTS AND RAINBOWS AN ENDLESS WHEEL ALWAYS ENDING ENTROPY ALWAYS WINS ugg, and he's ready too."

"I don't want to know either."

He looks down at the excited little creature going for his leg and say, "Um, where did this come from?"

Creed passed out after drinking the concoctions he mixed up, and sleeps in after everyone else awakens. As they are getting ready, he finally starts moaning, begins to get up, and pukes moderately. "Ugg, what does he put in those, it makes me sick and I swear it makes scarring worse. What happened, my nightmare's were tame and he's real quiet today, he must have had fun." He gets up and gets his gear together.

In that case, I'll go with 4 extracts of cure light and start chugging them.

cure light wounds 1: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
cure light wounds 2: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
cure light wounds 3: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
cure light wounds 4: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Also, level up hit points
hit points: 1d12 ⇒ 4

When Jellena's energy hits Creed's form, he arches his back drastically as if he was electrocuted and roars, I POWDERED MY COCKATIEL FOR THE RIBCAGE SLAUGHTER! before standing up and shaking himself off like a skrag crawling into the Pandoran sun.

He pulls out a mortar, pestle, beaker, a few flasks, and several smelly indescribable things from his packs and starts mixing up some concoctions. Heh heh heh stich and patch and fix but once it's broken it will never be whole again never pure never clean never flawless never right just a shattered thing limping along.

If I have a few minutes, I'm going to go ahead and mix up 3 extracts of cure light wounds and an extract of shield

I guess I will make a stabilization check while I wait to be rescued by my valiant companions. Unfortunately, I am neutral and the goddess is indifferent to me.

stabilization check dc 15: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Yay! I stop bleeding. I'm going to keep raging for now, I don't want to drop to -14 and be 2 hp away from being dead dead.

Creed lies still, gibbering and frothing.

reflex 1: 1d20 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 5 + 3 = 27
fire damage: 4d6 ⇒ (3, 5, 5, 2) = 15
7 fire damage absorbed

reflex 2: 1d20 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 5 + 3 = 20
fire damage: 3d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 2) = 7
sonic damage: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 3) = 5
3 fire damage absorbed, takes 2 sonic damage dropping me to 3 hp

The fires and the blast lick over Creed, but he still stands, and stumbles away from the entrance, giggling like a lunatic.

reflex 1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
fire damage: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 6) = 8
These should be marked as reflex 3 and cave in damage, and it drops me to -5. Uh oh.

The stones drop on him heavily, and the giggling is replaced with short panting and growling coming from beneath the rockfall.

Angry nap time!

"Such pretty fire, here, have some more!" Creed throws a bomb in the face of the middle goblin and falls back.

bomb on middle goblin attack: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 6 + 1 = 23
bomb fire damage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (2, 6) + 2 = 10
Goblins adjacent to target take 4 fire damage, reflex dc 13 for half

The first two channels missed me? Nap time! Raging nap time!
The flames smash into Creed's face, and he falls to his back. He twitches on the ground, growling and gnashing his teeth.

No angry nap for me.
5 ft step onto purple goblin's body, smack orange goblin

Creed stumbles over the one he killed and slices at the goblin against the wall in a brief pirouette.

power attack with inspiration and flank: 1d20 + 13 - 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 13 - 1 + 1 + 2 = 20
power attack damage with inspiration: 1d12 + 13 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 13 + 3 + 1 = 18

Spontaneous healing is a discovery that lets me, as a free action I can do once per round, heal myself for 5 hit points. I'm only allowed to do it once per day right now. It doesn't specify special visual effects, and my flesh is already knitting under the energy being channeled so it might get obscured by that.

reflex save w/ superstition: 1d20 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 3 = 28

swift action - activating spontaneous healing

Creed is having the time of his life, laughing and swinging wildly.
inspired power attack: 1d20 + 13 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 13 - 1 + 1 = 19
inspired axe power attack damage: 1d12 + 13 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 13 + 3 + 1 = 23

It says under cure spells they do half effect if the target saves, wouldn't that mean I heal 3 hit points instead of the full 7?

Can I 5ft step onto the guy I killed? Also, was the axe that hit me a magic weapon?

Also, I need to save against the cure spell. Superstition is great except when it isn't.
will save against cure: 1d20 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 3 = 28

I'll let crazy guy field my response to that roll for me.
BAD TOUCH BAD TOUCH IT TINGLES DON'T UNBURN ME IT SMELLS LIKE HAPPINESS!"

I lumped in the inspire courage for attack and damage, I will include it separately next time. Does the axe damage include the 3/magic dr from the Eridian artifact, or failing that, the 1/- dr from my barbarian awesomeness? Finally, is their explosion a spell, spell-like ability, or supernatural effect? I will include the superstition bonus separately if not.

The flames lick around him, and he screams, "I EMBRACE THE FLAMES THEY WARM THE COLD CUTS REFRIGERATOR DRAWER OF MY SOUL!"
reflex save w/ superstition: 1d20 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 3 = 12

He then slams his axe into the little that slashed him, screaming, NO NOT LIKE THAT LIKE THIS DON'T DIE AT ME YOU COWARD!
inspired axe power attack: 1d20 + 13 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 13 - 1 + 1 = 15
inspired axe power attack damage: 1d12 + 13 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 13 + 3 + 1 = 24

The RNG is not happy with me. Normally, I would execute the die in front of the rest as an example, but what am I supposed to do here? Wipe the seed for the PRNG? Reset the entropy source? Bah.

initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
attack: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (5) + 13 = 18
damage: 1d12 + 17 ⇒ (12) + 17 = 29

Creed lumbers up to the nearest goblin and screams, "I FEEL YOUR PAIN LET ME CUT IT OUT" as he plants his axe in it.

I don't think I beat them for initiative.

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
bomb attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
bomb damage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (4, 1) + 2 = 7

Creed quickly mixes some fluids together and tosses the concoction in the face of pygmy near his friends, screaming, "CATCH! as it explodes.

New plan: our characters will start a game of Bunkers and Badasses where they are waiting in the crypt. Claptrap will be the, DM? Tina? whatever or whoever runs it. Creed is going to play a mighty Siren Warrior. Her name is Brick, and she is the prettiest.

Creed takes up point in front of the others, and starts smacking his axe against the floor in time with the music.

Creed stares longingly at the pygmy, and then drops his head and stomps sullenly over to Aannra like a bratty child, dragging his axe behind him.

With his "playmates" gone, Creed looks like a sad, dejected puppy. A murderous, rampaging, deranged, sad, dejected puppy. He wanders over towards the hole the screaming came from, dragging his axe across the ground to produce an irritating screech as he goes.

I drop out of rage, will be fatigued for another round after this.

AND I'M COMIC RELIEF, BECAUSE UNHINGED MURDERERS ARE ALWAYS FUNNY WHEN THEY HAVE GOOFY DIALOGUE!

And yes, I made sure to post under my alias, not main account

BLOOD AND SKULLS FOR ME! BLOOD AND SOULS FOR ME! HA HA HA!

He charges the closest midget, and swings his whirling buzzaxe into the poor sap.

Creed enters a rage. The beast is loose in paradise.
charge power attack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (12) + 14 = 26
charge damage: 1d12 + 16 ⇒ (5) + 16 = 21

I'm not sure where we are on rounds, but Creed's next action is going to be laugh like the lunatic he is, enter a rage ('cause hulkin' out while hulkin' out is great), and attack a midget. Do you want to use his earlier rolls for a charge attack, or reroll?

bomb damage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (1, 6) + 2 = 9

Things have been stressful, so I'm going to take an excuse to follow Creed's character

Creed stands, reveling as his body twists and the changes come over him. He screams at the pygmies, "HA HA HA DON'T RUN LITTLE ONES YOU WILL ONLY DIE TIRED!", then his voice drops and he roars "HA HA HA RUN LITTLE ONES YOUR FEAR SMELLS DELICIOUS!" and he rushes at them laughing maniacally.

If I can charge one with my 40ft speed, I will rage and do so.
With power attack and charge (AC dropped to 14)
axe attack: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 14 = 18
axe damage: 1d12 + 16 ⇒ (5) + 16 = 21

If not, I will move to try to bomb them.
bomb attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
[dice=bomb damage[2d6+2[/dice]

Creed mumbles, "Fine, have fun, don't hurt our rescuers, I'm watching you," and he pulls out a flask of... something, pulls his mask away, and drinks it. He grows slightly, and hunches forward. His mask bulges as if he grew a snout, and he sprouts a fat crocodilian tail.

MY AXE IS THIRSTY COME LITTLE ONES LET ME DROWN IN YOUR BLOOD AH HA HA!

intimidate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

If we have time before initiative, I'm going to down my mutagen with the swim ability from alter self.

Creed mutters, "Oh no, what now" before breaking in a huge grin and screaming at the little ones, "BEHOLD MORTALS WE ARE YOUR GODS AND WE BESTOW GLORIOUS DIVINE GIFTS OF STATURE AND HEIGHT UPON THE WORTHIEST OF YOUR KIND BUT FIRST YOU MUST DETERMINE WHO AMONG YOU IS WORTHIEST FOR THESE GIFTS WE BESTOW HA HA HA IN BATTLE PROVE YOUR DEVOTION TO YOUR GODS! Where did that nonsense come from?"

Creed follows over to the portcullis, and when given the all clear by Velden and Avizzi, tries to lift it.

Strength: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

... tries, and fails hilariously.

Creed calls back, "It means closes and seals for a long time, definitely a countdown to JUST STAND RIGHT THERE EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE BASTARD FIND HIM MAIM BURN KILL yeah yeah strip the flesh salt the wound we got it, seriously don't stay in there too long."

With his rescuers not seemingly prepared to kill him if he makes sudden moves, Creed leaves his unexpected prison. He starts following Azzizi, keeping his weapons down and waiting to see what happens next.

He looks to Five, and says, "Some corpse-rutting skagpuke who goes by Alec Faust told me I could find supplies down there I'LL SCRIMSHAW HIS BONES TO MAKE A TEA SET AND USE HIS HIDE FOR DOILIES shut up but he didn't tell me I would be sealed in. I want to get out of here and RIP HIS SKULL OUT AND BEAT HIM TO DEATH WITH IT that doesn't seem physically possible sorry and have words with him. If he doesn't sing a sweet song to me, he can talk with the other guy."

GM, can you give a description of the room I was in and what loot I found during my captivity in it?

The big man hoists his buzzaxe and says, "I want to get moving, I'm a wee bit anxious. Where to?"