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"Yeeah! We be partyin' in tha house tonight!"

"They juss don't know when ta quit!"

Russ'K circles around behind the Monk before delivering a powerful swing of his axe (just enough movement to not provoke).

2H, Flank, FE, PA: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 8 + 2 + 2 - 1 = 28
Dmg, FE, PA: 1d8 + 4 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 2 + 3 = 12

"I'ma kill this sucka!"

Russ'K circles around behind the Monk before delivering a powerful swing of his axe (just enough movement to not provoke).

2H, Flank, FE, PA: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (16) + 8 + 2 + 2 - 1 = 27
Dmg, FE, PA: 1d8 + 4 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 2 + 3 = 12

Russ'K leans back in surprise at Darksid'Ious.

"Daayum!!"

Russ'K blinks as the fists go flying at Darksid'Ious.

"Kuth boy, I need ta start respectin' tha power of your faith. Fools be hella tryin' to wreck your face."

Russ'K circles around behind the Monk before delivering a powerful swing of his axe (just enough movement to not provoke).

2H, FE, PA: 1d20 + 8 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (10) + 8 + 2 - 1 = 19
Dmg, FE, PA: 1d8 + 4 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 2 + 3 = 14

"Maybe this chump is a fellow disciple!"

I hate to point this out, but I think that leaves Betsy at 0hp.

"Pork ain't on tha menu tonight, CHUMP!"

Russ'K charges forward.

2H, Charge, FE, PA: 1d20 + 8 + 2 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (10) + 8 + 2 + 2 - 1 = 21
Damage, 2H, FE, PA: 1d8 + 4 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 2 + 3 = 12

Then, yelling towards the Sifu, Russ'K adds, "Holla atcha boy! He ain't got no chance!"

AC temporarily 16, Touch temporarily 10.

HP at 30/31

"You cool, tree man. Thanks."

Were there 3 to start with? I still see [blue] in front of me.

TWF, Main Hand: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 8 - 2 = 8
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

TWF, Off Hand: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 8 - 2 = 24
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

If it's gone, then I'll delay until an enemy approaches me, and I'll use the above rolls against them.

Russ'K rotates his shoulders and springs from side to side as his wounds close, trying to intimidate the sentient whirlwind in front of him.

"Yeeah, back in tha game!"

Thanks!

"I'ma just shoot tha breeze here... Wouldn't mind if one y'all wants ta heal me up a bit..."

TWF, Main Hand: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 8 - 2 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

TWF, Off Hand: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 8 - 2 = 11
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

"Yeeah, sometimes you gotta switch it up."

Russ'K points his axe down the hallway.

"It looks dark. After y'all healed up an' ready, an' ya gots what light ya need, we rollin' out."

He gives one last look to the Oni as the group departs, along with a slight nod of recognition.

Gotta remember later ta axe him if he wanna join my crew.

I can.

Russ'K holds out his wand of Longstrider for anyone that's interested. Other than a golden cap at one end, it's an otherwise non-descript wand made of some type of antler.

"If any a y'all can use this, give it a whack. It's great for outrunnin' dogs, cronies, badges... You name it."

Russ'K eyes the Oni warily for a moment before hastily grabbing a pearlescent wand and tending to his allies.

CLW on Radagast: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
CLW on Darksid'Ious: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
CLW on Florin: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
CLW on BABS: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

20 charges remaining.

He then pulls out his much newer wand of Longstrider and zaps himself.

48 charges remaining.

Russ'K looks infuriated.

"Wait wait... You spanked the BARD?! What tha Hells??"

5 foot into a Flank.

TWF, MH, PA, Flanking: 1d20 + 8 - 2 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 8 - 2 - 1 + 2 = 9
Damage, PA: 1d8 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 = 7

TWF, OH, PA, Flanking: 1d20 + 8 - 2 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 8 - 2 - 1 + 2 = 20
Damage, PA: 1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 1 = 5

"Ring tha bell, and get a treat? Are you for real?"

Russ'K swaggers up to the Oni, draws his axe, and swings it HARD.

Single Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 1 ⇒ (15) + 8 - 1 = 22
Damage, Power Attack: 1d8 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 3 = 10

"Cash me ousside. How bow dah?"

Russ'K holds the robe in front of him, flipping it over and over again, as if trying to determine the best way to fit it on over his spiked armor.

"Man, not even my dead Gramma dresses this dreary."

After putting on the robe, Russ'K looks to the casket.

"If sumthin' jumps outta there while we carryin' it, there's gonna be Hells to pay!"

Russ'K steps towards the nearest remaining Aspis and jabs at them twice.

MH Attack, FE, PA, TWF, Flank, Inspire: 1d20 + 6 + 2 - 1 - 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 2 - 1 - 2 + 2 + 1 = 15
Damage, FE, PA, Inspire: 1d4 + 3 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 11

OH Attack, FE, PA, TWF, Flank, Inspire: 1d20 + 6 + 2 - 1 - 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 2 - 1 - 2 + 2 + 1 = 12
Damage, FE, PA, Inspire: 1d4 + 1 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 7

"Awww yeeeah!!"

Holding the second knife seems to give the already cocky Half-orc a boost of confidence as he takes a five foot step towards the nearest remaining Aspis and jabs at them twice.

MH Attack, FE, TWF, Inspire: 1d20 + 6 + 2 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 2 - 2 + 1 = 9
Damage, FE, Inspire: 1d4 + 3 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 3 + 2 + 1 = 8

OH Attack, FE, TWF, Inspire: 1d20 + 6 + 2 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 2 - 2 + 1 = 12
Damage, FE, Inspire: 1d4 + 1 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 2 + 1 = 6

Everyone survived =). After the high level buffs were in place I couldn't touch them, Lol.

Russ'K looks down and smiles at his opponent, "Just doin' ma thang."

Wasting no time, he then strikes quickly at the [sword & shield icon].

Attack, FE, PA, Inspire: 1d20 + 6 + 2 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 6 + 2 - 1 + 1 = 25
Damage, FE, PA, Inspire: 1d4 + 3 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 2 + 2 + 1 = 11

Satisfied, he hops onto the body of the unconscious thug (5 foot step) and reaches down to pick up his wooden knife (move action).

"I think I'm gettin' tha hang of this opera bizness!"

Will vs Fear: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 1 = 11
Reroll. Russ'K is too cocky to be shaken.
5star Reroll: 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 1 + 5 = 13
I guess that still does it! Lol

The Cruel Bandit pairs off with the half-orc Cruel Bandit and delivers a clumsy thrust with the knife.

Wooden Knife: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 MISS

"Naw, homie. Lemme show you how it is. Ya gotta get behind 'em like this..."

Russ'K makes an exaggerated show of high-stepping into a flanking position with Bertha.

Acrobatics to avoid AoO: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

"...and then ya gotta shank 'em right below the ribcage, like this..."

FE, PA, Flank, Inspire: 1d20 + 6 + 2 + 2 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 2 + 2 - 1 + 1 = 17
FE, PA, NL, Inspire: 1d4 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 2 + 1 = 7

"...naw'mean?"

I had the pleasure of GMing the 10-11 Tier of this for Tonya Woldridge over the weekend =).

Her Inquisitor nearly dropped due to lucky rolls in the first combat O.O

"Yo I ain't no monkey, and dude with tha beard look hella whack. I'ma choose that bro wit' tha knife. I like his style. Can I gets two a them sticks instead a one?"

After donning the costume, Russ'K flinches as the paint is applied around his eyes. "Yeah if your offerin', I'll take a hit off that wand myself. I don't trust anything 'bout this."

Cruel Bandit. I'll update my header to reflect Mage Armor.

Grumbling to himself, "Man. Service juss ain't what it used to be around 'ere..."

Russ'K eventually wakes up as everyone else begins their day. Tossing on some ill fitting undergarments he groggily stumbles out the door and towards the common room.

Taking up a stool at the bar he flags over a server. "Hey, yo, innkeep! I got ma boi back home makes a mean chorizo an' egg scramble. Drizzles honey on top. An' he gots this sweet red drink, too. Ya got anything like that 'ere?"

I'll be at DunDraCon tomorrow thru Sunday. Feel free to bot me if I haven't posted after 24hrs of inactivity.

"SNOOOORRRE!!!"

Wand of CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Russ'K wastes no time looting the dead assailants. When the Tengu first appear, he curses under his breath. As the procession explains itself, he curses further.

"Foreign quarter? Opera? Have they seen us?"

Russ'K grabs one of the tickets and stares at it, positioning it above his head against the light.

"Hey, yo, I gots an idea. How 'bout we scalp these? Make a fine bit of coin from this swank."

Fortitude: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

"Awww man? When we sleepin'? Y'all ain't got no respect."

Five foot, pull axe, single swing on [red]].

2H, FE, PA: 1d20 + 8 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 8 + 2 - 1 = 16
Dmg, FE, PA: 1d8 + 4 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 2 + 3 = 16

"Yeeah. Pay fer your own drinks."

Aid Another, Perform: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (14) - 1 = 13

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20 (+2 if it's versus Humans)

"Naw dawg, put that steel away. What we got here is a failure to communicate."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

"Man, this grease better not stain my kicks."

Acrobatics to cross Grease: 1d20 + 2 - 3 ⇒ (15) + 2 - 3 = 14

Russ'K hops five feet forward and swings his axe two-handed.

"Nighty night!"

2H, FE, PA, Inspire: 1d20 + 8 - 1 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 8 - 1 + 2 + 1 = 23
Dmg, FE, PA, Inspire: 1d8 + 4 + 3 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 3 + 2 + 1 = 18

Is the black area a catwalk above us? If it is, I'll toss a javelin at the top left humanoid. If they're at the same level as us, I'll throw it at the one standing on the Grease instead. Trying to ignore cover penalties.

"Stupid... filth... stupid... oil... stupid... sewers!"

Russ'K pulls another javelin off of his back and takes aim.

Javelin, FE, Inspired: 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 2 + 1 = 16
Damage, FE, Inspired: 1d6 + 3 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 2 + 1 = 12

Darn, should have waited to attack =P

Russ'K hops into action, drawing a javelin as he approaches the other team while holding his axe in his off hand.

"Who you callin' a 'fool'?"

Javelin, FE, in melee: 1d20 + 5 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 5 + 2 - 4 = 15
Damage, FE: 1d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 2 = 9

He then regrips his axe two-handed.

Same.

Russ'K will also keep an eye out for tracks.

Survival, Tracking: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 1 = 20 (+2 vs Humans)

"Ooo! Ooo!"

Russ'K breaks from Radagast and falls back to Darksid'Ious.

"I don't s'pose I could get some of that presto-digitatin'? Gold just don't glitter tha same when it's all filthy."

"Ya, dawg. This royal big wig better be payin' our cleaning bill. These digs ain't cheap!"

Russ'K keeps pace with Radagast.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

"Naw. It ain't down here."

"Man, this is bunk. Ain't got no sense being down here. Our luck they're gonna drown us like rats or somethin'."

"Anyone else know about this stuff?"

Sorry. I jacked up the map somehow while using my phone. Feel free to attack me first =(

(you clearly sense hesitation from the young half-orc, and an almost melting of his "tough guy" exterior)

"Hold on a sec. I'm tryin' ta see if it's safe."

Russ'K peers over the opening and sniffs.

Is there sewage? Or is it not currently in use?

"What is this? Mother's Day?"

"Jewelry... Vases... Whaddya want later? Chocolate?"

"Tested? Pfft. Then let's giv'em a show!"

Russ'k performs a few exaggerated jump/steps towards the center of the arena, and once again twirls his axe out in front of him. Regroup in the center?

Then, stamping a foot against the ground, he starts rocking his body to a self made beat:

"Hey, hey! Yo, yo! All ya suckas, ya got ta go!

We tha proud Pathfinders of tha 5-H Company!!"