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Stonelance running out of chores to do as camp is quickly broken down decides to join Nuethro at the fire and grabs a bowl for himself.

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

"Googal..goldenham? That is quite a name, your mother must of had some time on her hand. I am not sure would have forgiven my mother in she laid that burden on me."

Stonelance reloads his crossbow than moves up to get a better view of the hostile creatures.

"Not sure why everyone thinks its a good idea to stand between the guy with the crossbow and his target." grumbles Stonelance as he moves

Stonelance takes a position to JUSTICE FLAMES! left and quickly raises his crossbow to his shoulder and pulls the trigger at the Orc.

"You know no the brochure never mention anything about all this running." says Stonelance slightly out of breath.

crossbow (pbs): 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 7 + 1 = 28
damage (pbs): 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

confirm?
crossbow (pbs): 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 1 = 16
damage: 2d8 + 2 ⇒ (4, 2) + 2 = 8

will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Stonelance takes a quick step forward and moves the crossbow to his shoulder,
finding a moment in time when the other pathfinders movements leave a path open between him and the banner, he seizes that moment and gently squeezes the trigger.

crossbow (pbs): 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 7 + 1 = 9
damage (pbs): 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

"Sights 4 notches left" mutters the crossbowman, something between a curse and mental note.

Thorur move into the room towards the creature, checking the ceiling height as he does

11' 7 3/16"

Stonetree heads to the north door, kicks them open and shouts "I am here to protect you from the evil wailing of the most disgusting and vile being to crawl across the surface of this poor world. Some call him the Screaming Slug, while others call him the Orator of Ooze. But most know him as CHORTLES!"

"Lets see if the blasted thing fits." Taking the belt Stonetree wraps it around his waist, the ends coming just short of reaching around the large mans gut.

"Hmm, I got this." inhaling deeply the brawler makes a great effort to suck in his gut and than with all his strength pulls the ends of the belt together and secures them.

"I am the cook! One of the best I might add." Stonetree announces as he slowly continues into the room "I am here to put meat on your bones!" Stonetree bellows turning briefly to his companions to with a big grin and an expectant look.