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This is my small aasimar inquisitor--mostly done
Animal companion still to do--large ape BoBO

Who is still here? I assumed we were stalled. I think we see who is still in.

"No idea. Remember, no matter where you go, there you are!"

Tammaell confesses"I have no clue how to figure out what this wand does. Don't tell anyone."

climb if no take10: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Tam climbs, using claws if it helps.

"Let's get that ruck!"

Tamaell will boost someone up. He makes ready to lift.

"Book learning was never my strength."

"We can. I'd rather making sure we got these folks out before looking for trouble."

Tamaell stuffs the gear in his pack.
"We can look over it later."

"Let us be wary. Who knows what traps and creatures are down here?"

Tamaell waits to see if he gets to squish bugs with his mace. What a satisfying sound the mace makes when it hits bugs.

Tamaell smiles as the creatures slip and fall.
He hangs in the back ready in case the frontliners need support, but confident they can take care of things.
He moves up and readies an attack with his mace.
Round 2, when time, move up and ready an attack with his mace in case any leak through.
mace hit/damage: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 201d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Tamaell unleashes another patch of grease.

10x10 ref DC 17

My experience has been putting the scouts ahead does not work that well in practice. I like option 1.

Scouting with darkvision and AC9 does not work.

"I like NE, but that is me."

It is rare to get charge opportunities from the middle.

Tamaell takes row2. Our cavalier and scout may want to be up front.

scale: 1d100 ⇒ 61

"That was good teamwork! Better than fighting a massive spider!"

He looks over the damage to friend and foe. He searches for anything of value.
"Time is a wasting. Heavies up front--let's move out."
Tamaell didn't consider himself a heavy.

As the maggots pop out of the spider the tiefling with a quick gesture and arcane words places a ten foot by ten foot patch of grease in their path.DC16 Reflex or prone

Init: 1d20 ⇒ 16

Tamaell advances and readies a grease.

Tamaell reluctantly leaves the pair to check out the spiders.

"Let us see what Under Kenabres has to offer. I hope the Under Inn is wells stocked."

"Assess our capabilities, plan our exit, and get you to the surface."

The smiling human adds "Tamaell of Cheliax. I owe a dragon my life and the demons have made me their enemy this day. May they regret this."

The comely man looked around and rushes to the human female. Raised by women, he always rushed to help one injured. Tamaell produces a monagrammed handkerchief out of reflex from a pocket. What it can do in this situation, he has no clue.

He bows: "Milady, are you all right? We, it appears, were saved by a dragon."
Concern is evident on his face.

The tiefling was uncomfortable in this city. It was not a good idea to be tagged as part of the demonic horde.

The humanoid moved with a sense of purpose throughout the town. He looked like he belonged, and, although a few gave him a curious glance, he was not challenged yet. So far the large hat covered his horns.

The words of an obscure bard kept ringing in his head:
It's the end of the world as we know it..and I feel fine.

Tamaell plans as a middle-aged pitborn
21CHA, 18STR, 8DEX, 10WIS, 10INT, 10CON

Plan to be a charismatic, clumsy brute.

Fomiel is changing his name to Tamaell.

I will mod when we have settled on point buy.