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prof cook: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

Chronicles?

"I don't see any sense unwrapping someone eases hard work, especially if they had a purpose keeping whatever is in there in there." booms Stonetree

Not being distracted with the compulsion to utterly fail at being witty and clever Stonetree takes his time and searches the room thoroughly.

perception, take 20: 20 + 8 = 28

"As much as I don't want to hurt those poor blokes, I am missing the chance of facing a good opponent, maybe they have more of those metal snake things?" Stonetree booms as they make their way to the final room.

Stonetree realizing he has been compromising the delicate art of door opening strolls up ot the next door with his shoulders back and chin high. He Grabs the handle, throws the door wide,

"Chortles Pesky Pest Removal at your service! We guarantee a pest free dungeon in two weeks or less! If we fail than you get one free stoning of CHORTLES HIMSELF!"

Stonetree back tracks up the hall until he comes to the first door on his left and throws it open.

Stonetree moves to the south west and throws the door wide.

"Time to run, hate to put you down for good. You all bloody fight the same way, damn near predict what you are going to do next." booms the brawler before throwing another punch

Martial Flexibility (move action, 5/day) (Ex) As a Move action, gain a combat feat for 1 min. More gained for greater actions.
Dedicated Adversary: You gain the ranger’s favored enemy class ability against this particular type of creature with a bonus of +2

unarmed strike: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 9 + 2 = 18
damage: 1d8 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 2 = 12

bot, bot, bot, bot, bot....

Stonetree patiently waits for the thugs crossbow bolts to bounce uselessly off the hallway wall before turning the corner and rushing the first bandit.

unarmed strike: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25
damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

bot Dragos?

That obvious? Disappointed in myself, next time I will try harder to hide my disgraceful ways....but seriously feel free to use the first roll, its about time he got beat on a little or a lot.

"Dragos! Lets go my friend!" bellows Stonetree

"Not sure how many times we got to go thru this, but you all best be running." booms Stonetree

To emphasize his point Stonetree moves forward and takes a swing at the closest bandit.

unarmed strike: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

edit: Save
fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

edit 2: not even my turn.....Stonetree just spouts how his inane threat but does not attempt to emphasize it.

edit 3: It was Chortles fault

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"Keep up Chortles! We need to clear this level and find me a decent kitchen, would not cook down here if you promise to shut up for the day!" booms Stonetree

"Forward."

Stonetree makes for the far door to the south east and throws it open.

Stonetree follows Osiris out of the room, instead of inspecting the next room the Brawler moves down the hallway.

"That's a good fellow. I believe you can find the exit, no?" Stonetree booms.

"Heed his words my friends, I hate for you to regret your decision here."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Stonetree sighs at Chortles but follows him into the next room.

Stonetree disregards the room and keeps moving to the next door.

"You probably trust a basilisk to watch a baby." booms Stonetree eyeing the two remaining bandits.

Shrugging his shoulders he follows Chortles south.

Stonetree seems to freeze in a moment of shock as he sees one of Chortles Arrows protrude from the cobra. Unable to believe the annoying whelp of a bard capable of such a feat the Brawler quickly checks to make sure the arrow didn't pass thru him to get to its target.

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Finding the lack of freshly minted holes on his person Stonetree quickly realizes that shock incurred by this one in a million occurrences almost made him forget to punch the Cobra really hard.

flurry: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 221d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
damage: 1d8 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 2 = 151d8 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 2 = 10

"Well finally I did the world a favor." retorts Stonetree

Seeing how ineffective his previous tactics where, the brawler decides to take a different approach. Taking a deep breath he finds inspiration and new faith in his ability to punch things really hard.

Martial Flexibility (move action, 5/day) (Ex) As a Move action, gain a combat feat for 1 min.; Weapon Specialization

unarmed strike: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22
damage: 1d8 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 2 = 15

Stonetree takes moment to figure out who is the bigger threat, but upon seeing Osiris hurl magic bolts at the offending spell caster turns his attention towards the snake thing and takes a step forward and starts throwing punches.

flurry: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 111d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 91d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

edit
will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

"You should have ran with your boss." growls Stonetree as he takes a small step forward.

flurry: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 241d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
damage, bone fist: 1d8 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 2 = 101d8 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 2 = 8

Be it cabinet or person, Stonetree goes to work doing what he does best; punching things. With a flury of fists and knees the brawler unleashes on the fool who decided to stand in the door way.

flurry: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 211d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 111d8 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Stonetree opens the door and readies an action to punch the first thing that comes thru.

"Just make sure you stand between me and the angry lady this time." retorts Stonetree

"No?"

flurry: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 111d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 61d8 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

"I think I need to ask for a bigger share of the profits."

"Well that just isn't nice.."

flurry: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 191d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 91d8 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

"Your turn my friend..." says Stonetree giving Drago a firm pat on the back on the back.

Strength: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

"I think you feel more at home in the water closet." suggests Stonetree to Chortles

Stonetree searches the room.

Perception - Take 20: 20 + 8 = 28

Stonetree leaves the room, politely closing the doors behind him. Seeing a new set just off to his left he once more assumes the mantle of responsibility and throws the doors wide.

Stonetree follows the lead of the others and begins to take his leave.

"Sorry about those two fellows back that way, if they where yours..." booms Stonetree motioning in the general direction from which they came.

"What no food? A man can not live of threats" booms Stonetree with a hint of disgruntlement.

"A bloody insult turn down a mans offer of food where I come from."

"You know I happen to be a mighty fine cook, more than willin' to throw something together while all you talk." announces Stonetree before wandering about looking for a good place to sit up shop "Not sure I got my fill at breakfast."

"This lump of withering inhumanity is the only bloody thing that keeps your starving adolescent girl body from becoming a large pile of bloody pulp." grumbles the brawler, knowing the bard got the best of him once more

Stonetree pauses a moment to ponder the question than turns to Chortles "What are we doing here? You and Dragos still peddling dresses for men? Or was that last weeks get rich scheme?"

Stonetree walks to the door just north of the one they entered and throws it open. "No need to stand, we will see ourselves in!" booms the brawler

Stonetree has his wayfinder

"Not sure that is helping your argument as much as you think it is Dragos."

'Don't suppose the'll be any volunteers to open the next door now?" asks Stonetree making his way to the northeast doors.

"Didn't think so." booms Stonetree as he throws open the door.

Stonetree glances between his comrades as they shuffle their feet and make non committal gestures. "Bloody hell, guess I will be too useful" Stonetree announces and grabs the nearest corpses and drops it on the trap and dives out of the way.

What you want me to roll here?

"Me? Get Chortles to do it. I don't want to be to useful. Something he'll never have to worry about. Plus there is the option of ignoring it."

Stonetree feels Chortles arrow come uncomfortable close once more.

"CAN WE PLEASE JUST TAKE THAT BLISTERING BOW FROM HIM! He does more bloody harm with it than good."

Stonetree steps thru the doorway and punches things.

"See Osiris, fun!" booms the brawler.

flurry: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 131d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 111d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Stonetree behinds at the waste to avoid Selethe's clumsy attack at the door.

[b]"WOW! Lets not have the Chortles talk about what end of a weapon goes where."[b] Stonetree booms with a laugh in his voice. Than Quickly pictures the Bard's face on the door and punches it some more.

flurry: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 91d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 91d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13