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Trying to stay as far as possible from the tiefling's weapon, Rakheet instead melts out of the shadows attack the other rat, shivering at how like him it is.

I'm assuming I'll have to move so I can't full attack.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Damage + Sneak Attack: 1d4 - 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) - 1 + (5) = 6

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Noticing the light, Rakheet quickly sneaks off in the opposite direction, trying to hide in the deepest shadows, claws ready for defense.

Stealth: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31

"I know women do that once a month, demonspawn, you are ordinary. Do not underestimate me."

As Feimramdem threatens him, one of Rakheet's whiskers quiver. Malice in his eyes keeping down fear, he approaches the demonspawn and whispers. "Atropa belladonna and Digitalis purpurea make up Dark Reaver venom. Ragespittle can be distilled from Amanita muscaria, and powdered serpentstone in a wound will have it bleed for days. Just think about it."

"Ah, a door! Rakheet can-"
The ratfolk's words are broken by the big man charging towards the door.
"pick the lock... Nevermind"

He's on my side, he's on my side, don't be afraid, I am smarter.

Rakheet whines loudly. "Why do we need to go into danger, no, no, Rakheet only wanted to be safe, poor Rakheet couldn't hurt a fly..."
But he follows the others, loathe to be left alone and defenseless.

Between the psychopath near him and the harmed men in front of him, Rakheet tries to make himself smaller than he is, hoping not to attract any undesired attention.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
His eyes closed, Rakheet clutches Marius' backpack, following the strong man upwards, trying to ignore what he is stepping on.

Rakheet whispers at the Wolf. "Great idea, let's free the murderous psychopath and give her a weapon, Rakheet can't see any way this could go wrong. As soon as we reach the ones responsible for this, if it's not herself, Rakheet bets she'll join them and tear us into tiny little pieces."

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
Rakheet's sensitive nose is offended by the smell of the corpses. "Agh! Foul! Horrible sight, horrible smell! What may have caused this massacre? And why are they all wearing white like that woman...thing?"
Surreptitiously, the ratfolk moves behind the White Wolf.

"Hmmm, tinker's tools and simple weapons, yes, they look appropriate for Rakheet. He is not a fighter, no, Rakheet is canny and crafty."

The rat puts on his armor and loads the tools into his backpack.

Keeping ready to leap away from the fiend, Rakheet skitters towards the sacks, checking their content.

Though hesitantly, the ratfolk hands the keys to the White Wolf. "Rakheet will trust you on that. He doesn't like people trying to kill him in his sleep. And if he is alive, Rakheet can make himself useful, he's good and with his hands, good at making trinkets and many other things. What are your names?"
Nice. Already he thinks me weak, feels like protecting me. Although I wish I could drop this stupid third person act, it's getting old fast.

Skillmonkey to the rescue! And that check from before that I forgot.
Heal: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Knowledge(dungeoneering): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

"But she's a sadist! And she boasted about being a liar! How are we to trust her?" Not too shabby on fast-talking myself either, I believe.
The man's voice gets Rakheet's attention. The ratfolk cuts the restraints with his sharp fingernails, then tries to patch him up with whatever's scattered around. "Who are you? How did you get here, no, wait, I'm more curious about how Rakheet got here. He doesn't remember anything."
Oh, now I see. Referring to me in third person creates the illusion of a dumb, sniveling, servile half-wit. People let their guard down, and then I can take advantage of that. Very useful.

"Rakheet can sure as hells have less enemies and accomplish more! And by your own words, how could Rakheet believe what you say is the truth? No, no, you are dangerous and I am afraid of you! And you would want to lead us?"

Feimramdem, I have to say, every time you speak, Rakheet grows more convinced that you are an insane lunatic.

"Uhm, Rakheet will go with no. Rakheet believes you would murder him in his sleep just for the fun of it, and Rakheet does not like being murdered in his sleep. And saying that you are a good liar is not good for Rakheet trusting you."

Squealing, the ratfolk flattens against the wall, body instinctively twisting away from the scary women. "Those words won't help Rakheet trust you, demonspawn! You were egging her on! You were enjoying bloodshed! You said the cage was for protecting us from you! And now you threaten Rakheet! You surely sound like you want to kill us all after you're done with her!"

Why am I speaking in third person about myself?

If the grab is from the Brute Sphere, it's not a grapple, just the battered condition and a bonus to bull rush, drag, overrun and reposition. Different from the monster ability.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Rakheet quickly tries the keys until he manages to open the door, then scurries through.
Allies. Need human shields. That's how I do, don't I?
Valuing speed over stealth, he rushes to the humans and goes over the keys until he finds the right one, slamming the door open. "The doctor is insane, the tiefling likely more so! Let's run away, yes, away from here! Rakheet can help you if you keep him safe from danger!"

Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

what was that on her face don't think about it Rakheet oh gods I'm going to die what was that why am I here where is here...

Trained by years of pickpocketing, Rakheet's hand moves swiftly, instinctively, towards the keys, hoping that the horrible woman will be too distracted by the kick to notice their disappearance.

Ah, ok, I was afraid you were focusing her on my escaping, your phrase could be read both ways ^_^

Why bring her attention to me when I'm trying to sneak T-T

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

Rakheet wakes up with a scream, takes in his surroundings and screams again. Hands and nose twitching, he scrambles to the corners of the cell, swiftly realizing how dire his situation is, before forcing his mind to work.
Fact: I have no idea why I'm here. Fact: I'm unarmed. Fact: there is a mad woman torturing a man. Fact: the fiendspawn in the other cell is likely crazy and dangerous as well. Fact: those are keys. Fact: as a roach, I survive.

If there's enought space between the bars to squeeze through (Small size)
Escape Artist: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Twisting and turning, Rakheet tries to force his tiny body through the door of the cell, as stealthily as possible.

If I fail or there isn't enough room
"Mistress! Mistress!" he squeaks, picking a pebble off the floor and hiding it in a paw as if it was a diamond. "Come look at this thing I found, please? It might be treasure, it sure is shiny!"
Bluff: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Checking in. I'll just have to remove the dedications, my other abilities weren't touched.

"Oh, yes, Rakheet will come with you, he can do many useful things, Rakheet is skilled and swift with his hands."
Big and burly, just what I need to hide behind. Let them think I'm weak and daft.

Lovely to be chosen!