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Thanks for running that :-)

I am still not sold on whether I will bother with PF2 as a player (the main reason I played PF1, was because it was basically a continuation of D&D3.5; with the change, I might just give 5E more of my free time), but I will 100% GM it for those locally who are interested.

Siathorn nods slowly.

"Good to see tribe got away. Sad some longshanks died, though..."

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"Yeah! We want to help you get to safety!"

Diplomacy(Aid): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5.

Siathorn nods encouragingly.

"Yes! Pizazz good with words! Explain to Longshanks-Knights that we here to help them reach safety, so tribe can reach safety, too!"

Siathorn whistles, slowly.

"Thaaat... is a big pit!"

She then follows the others down the other tunnel.

"Okay! I just hope that I can keep up..."

Siathorn nods her head slowly.

"We know way out; way we came in. Big tribe of stinky undead coming through this area soon, though - everyone should leave!"

If I am down to 1/3 actions for (essentially) the rest of the scenario, I am honestly wondering whether I should just go back to the tribe; I mean, I will literally be slowing the party down...

Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5.

Scimitar: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8, for 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 damage.

Slowed to a glacial pace, Siathorn's swing is easily avoided.

Eh. What is done, is done. I just wanted it 'on the record'.

Ummm... Just checking, but... Someone has clearly moved me - I was adjacent to my 'wolf', before; more importantly, I had nowhere *near* enough movement to make it where my mini currently is! That is why I threw a javelin last round...

Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12.

Starting to slow down, Siathorn takes a single swipe at the chicken-lizard.

Scimitar: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17, for 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 damage.

Nature: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11.

"Chicken-Lizard!"

Siathorn moves forward, and throws a javelin at it.

Javelin: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19, for 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 damage.

Siathorn looks around nervously.

"This no place for statues... is someone turning creatures into statues? There be no Goblins or Wolves here, though - Siathorn hope they don't want to add some!"

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22.

Siathorn breathes a sigh of relief.

"Phew! It much better now he is gone! Good job, Grenek - you be suitably scary!"

Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7.

Siathorn looks sick.

"Yuck. Stinks worse than latrine after all night frog kebab marathon..."

She then throws a javelin at it.

Javelin: 1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 3 - 2 = 19, for 1d6 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 - 2 = 3 damage.

Umm... I am still here - and I have posted six (now seven) times in this thread...?

Siathorn, likewise, tries to help Pizzazz...

Heal: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8.

...just in case the reptile-folk is in no mood to talk.

"Good job, Grenek!"

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9.

Siathorn remains oblivious.

Religion: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18.

Siathorn nods vigorously.

"Statue of longshanks' god to show longshanks we mean no harm."

She then happily takes the statue of the cat, giving it a good rub, to make it nice and shiny.

Siathorn nods vigorously.

"We find plenty food!"

She then pouts.

"Grimeye *very* dead; dead piggies that smelled bad also tried to eat us! We had to make them dead again; big mess! There are also lots of longshank-like walking dead in the area; we heard their noisy horns... too many for the tribe if they come this way. We need to hide!"

"Okay!"

Siathorn enthusiastically helps to gather up the food.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17.

Siathorn brushes down Mitzi's fur.

"Don't listen to him, Mitzi! You are a good wolf!"

Her ears then perk up.

"Ooo! I can hear noisy longshanks' horns off in the distance..."

Right back at you :-)

Thanks for running the game :-)

"Thanks!"

Fumbus immediately moves to search through the Arclord's pockets, in particular, looking for the missing reading material...

Fumbus smiles at the elemental, and then moves after the Arclord.

Fumbus looks suspiciously at the clasp, but then, remembering what he was told at the briefing, withstands the urge to give the clasp an experimental nibble...

Fumbus dances delightedly.

"Yay! Harpy go BOOM!"

30' feet? I will move closer, if that helps, prior to throwing?

Fumbus blows a raspberry at the fleeing Harpy, and then throws some fire at it.

Alchemist's Fire: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22, for 2d8 ⇒ (6, 3) = 9 damage, and 2 Persistent Fire damage.

Fumbus drinks another potion.

Lesser Elixir of Life: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 2, 6) = 12.

The pregen's AC is 22.

Fumbus takes a swing as the Harpy moves away.

He then chases after her, capering madly, and keeps swinging.

+1 Dogslicer: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28, for 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (6, 4) + 1 = 11 damage.

+1 Dogslicer: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17, for 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (6, 4) + 1 = 11 damage.

Oh, I wasn't trying to deceive anyone; Fumbus was just moving forward ;-)

Fumbus strides over to the harpy, and grins.

"Hello! Can I have some feathers?"

He then starts swinging.

+1 Dogslicer: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21, for 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (1, 4) + 1 = 6 damage.

+1 Dogslicer: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26, for 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (6, 3) + 1 = 10 damage.

Fumbus draws a potion, and drinks it.

Lesser Elixir of Life: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 5) = 13.

Oh, that's what it is? Eh. In that case, just have Fumbus wander away, and frantically scrape the acid off - I am aware that I probably crit the statue twice, if I directed attacks at that, but Fumbus honestly wouldn't have tried, given that he probably wouldn't get through the hardness without critting :-P

Will: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18.

Fumbus happily capers forward.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22.

"Awww... but we were having such fun!"

Saddened that the man ran away, Fumbus instead heads for his apprentice.

+1 Dogslicer: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30, for 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (5, 4) + 1 = 10 damage.
Crit?: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (1, 6) + 1 = 8.
+1 Dogslicer: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29, for 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (6, 6) + 1 = 13 damage.
Crit?: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (4, 2) + 1 = 7.

Reflex: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25.

Heh. Fumbus isn't even *trying* to get rid of the acid ;-)

Fumbus keeps swinging at the Arclord...

+1 Dogslicer: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11, for 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (1, 1) + 1 = 3 damage.
+1 Dogslicer: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13, for 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (2, 3) + 1 = 6 damage.

...but really just seems to be wiggling his blade enthusiastically in the man's direction.

"Eek!"

Not enjoying being covered by acid and pummeled by statues *at all*, Fumbus, withdraws in the direction of the Arclord.

Capering in delight, Fumbus gamely tries to hit again!

+1 Dogslicer: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28, for 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (2, 4) + 1 = 7 damage.

Fumbus wrinkles his nose.

"Smells like the morning after the all-you-can-eat burrito night at the Grand Lodge!"

He then steps out of the cloud, and takes a swing at the apprentice.

+1 Dogslicer: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22, for 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (1, 1) + 1 = 3 damage.

Fumbus hustles forward.

Double move.

Fumbus shivers.

"Tricksy singers! Brrr. Maybe we should plug our ears with beeswax?"

Fumbus nods sympathetically.

"I know what you mean - I have a lot of trouble telling you humans apart, too..."

Are they *goblinoid* footprints? Or just a small human?

"Ooo! I wonder whether they had Goblins with them? There have been more of around recently. I would be sad to hear that more of us died in service to the Society. Hopefully that isn't actually what happened. I am glad that one managed to get away."

"Well... if things go really bad, Speak With Dead is a thing, right...?", Fumbus notes innocently.

Fumbus attempts to quietly slip around.

Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24.

Boon: 1d20 ⇒ 14.

Fumbus wanders over, and inspects the cart.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15.