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I believe that my FD is still below 22, unless Tasha managed to find her armour! It'd be 25 with an FD if she did. With just a breastplate, it'd be 20

As Tasha steps behing on the defense, she steps forwards, trying to cut off the Kyton's fierce weapon away from the archers and the mages. "There's order and there's tyranny!", she barks, as she brings down the shield into the kyton. "If you surrender, we can discuss this in detail!"

"I'm absolutely ready to take down whatever the monster is. Hmm... A kyton, brr." Tassha quickly grabs the nearest breastplate and starts putting it on.

"I'd like to ask her where my *cough* things are. I'll let her keep the posters.", Tasha replies, rubbing her injured hand, then turning to the guard. "Unless you're forthcoming with said information?" Looking around, she starts searching for the keys to the cells holding Octavio and the supporters.

Feeling the touch of curative power, Tasha opens her eyes to glare at Aster's face. "...Aster?", she blurts out as she stands up, wincing at her wounds. "Tha- *cough* That's two for two now." She moves out of the thundercloud, readying herself.

I don't have gear or hit points - I'll probably let the team handle this one.

Oh, definitely, the main plan of the prison break was to be a distraction!

The dice have failed me! Also I should've probably started with trying to disarm the Warden, or something.

On the bright side, I get to be rescued again!

Hopefully not!

Sorry for pulling out the disarms, GM - gotta have a prison break somehow, and get use out of the CMB of a fighter!

I may have miscalculated the attacks of opportunity there. I think technically I provoked only from the guard, but i might've passed a threatened area from rapier lady. Tasha is considered armed due to Improved Unarmed Strike. Also, I accidentally made WIDE Tasha, can't revert it! She's taking a step back at the door.

You sound like you're in a great place, GM Fox! Really happy for you!

Also, yeah, the gear comment was rhetorical!

Hey everyone!

I'm glad to be back, and I'm very sorry to have disappeared without a trace. I was going through some bad, bad stuff related to the Unpleasantness of the past two years (gods, Corona has been around for two years already)

That said, I'm back here, and I'm ready to get smacked in the face again!

Giving the lizardfolk another brutal slam with the shield, the dagger in Tasha's hand almost slips away, before the enemy practically walks into it. Huh. Guess it is lucky after all., she ponders, before bringing down the shield onto another kobold. "Don't make me chase you again!", she roars at the halfling with the spell burning in her veins as she steps to the side to look at the swarming kobolds. "The goat won't work for the stew, but you look tender!", she jests.

Exhaling, Tasha pushes forwards to meet the many foes, anger pulsing in her veins. "They can at least give me the courtesy of coming towards me.", she spits out, as she pushes to stand close to Ederion, bringing the shield down onto the lizardfolk.

Attack, Bless, PA, Rage: 1d20 + 14 - 1 - 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 14 - 1 - 2 + 1 + 1 = 29
Damage, Rage, PA: 1d6 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15

Seeing the elf sprint to her side and leap in front of Areene, Tasha sighs with relief, before continuing her momentum to crash into the beast like a battering ram. "Here, goat! Come on!"

I'd argue that the water lung hex would be more than reasonable to be able to be used, at least. And Alter Self would help you get away faster, if you had a swim speed, right?

After all, if you could turn into a bird and fly away, I'd imagine that'd be applicable.

From CRB: A panicked creature can use special abilities, including spells, to flee; indeed, the creature must use such means if they are the only way to escape.

Trampling slowly behind the goat, Tasha moves to Aster's side, bringing the shield down on the goat.

Shield, bless, power attack, fatigue: 1d20 + 14 + 1 - 1 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 14 + 1 - 1 - 2 = 17
Damage: 1d6 + 7 - 1 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 7 - 1 + 4 = 11

Seeing the Deathgoat in the field towards her, Tasha moves to stand at Aster's side. "All things considered. I'm feeling a lot better about this than I did down under.", she jests, before raising her shield towards the goat. "Let's go!", she shouts at the creature, slamming her shield with her dagger's hilt.

Move Action to move, Move Action to use Barroom Brawler to get Power Attack.

"Thanks, Rexandi. Hope you aren't keeping score of how much I owe you.", Tasha mutters, throwing the javelin angrily on the ground. "I'd much rather like to return that to them.", she starts saying as she grabs her breastplate, "pointy-end first. An Asmodean halfling? What in the...", she pauses, "Hells?"

This was never like this before. Used to go days without anyone even suspicious coming on the roads. I guess misery does like company.

I'm all for chasing them after I manage to get my armour on!

To be honest - something that'd helped me with figuring out at least SOME CE enemies - they're not necessarily stupid. Your everyday psychotic artist is absolutely not organised or logical in any discernable way, but they'd have rhyme or reason in their head.

Going for any of the biblical cardinal sins as a guide is also good for a CE's means of motivation, and never knowing whether they'd done the mental process of long-term vs. short-term reward is exactly what makes them chaotic.

All that said, Abaddon and the Horsemen is an amazing concept that I've never seen explored in Pathfinder! And there's been a precious few daemons with an a, too!

I might've been thinking about losing Dexterity bonus, or, alternatively, be confused with another game system. :/ I think total defense is a full action, and I won't be able to close the distance then, so partial cover it is.

As for the armour, the only thing I DO get is the ability to move normally in full plate (e.g. x4 run and 30ft movement), so that doesn't help with fatigue. Shield would do for now!

That's what I get running straight into things. Damnit., Tasha grunts to herself as she yanks the javelin out of her shoulder, just as Ederion roars. Spinning the weapon in her hand, she nods at the direction of the voice, then runs to the nearest tree, shield raised.

Hoping to get somewhere where I do have cover, the part with the armour did kinda caught me off guard. As did the halfling! Running, at least, does help against ranged attacks.

Dagger drawn, Tasha points towards the halfling. "I don't know what's going on, and I don't like it, but we can't just leave this here, right?", she says. "A problem like that is just going to come and bite us in the butt in the future!", before darting off after the halfling. I hope Ed is somewhere around. I can barely see here, but my legs are a lot longer.

Tasha's eyebrows jump up at Aster's words. "You... have a point. If I was asked at any other time, should I leave a... dwarf whale or risk Kintargo, I'd have to choose Kintargo.", she nods. "If we don't have another idea, I'd say we at least take it out of its misery and leave it."

Putting her arms on her waist, Tasha sighs. "I mean, true. But what if it's intelligent? I'd rather not be eaten by someone just because they couldn't understand me.", she replies, before looking around towards Rexandi, hoping that her question is answered. And I could stand with something that's not berries. Or normal seafood. Failing that, she tosses her backpack onto the ground, and slowly begins approaching the creature.

I think with the rope, even if Areene can't climb given her impairment, I can get her up with a fireman's carry. 20 Str (well, 18) Str is pretty useful sometimes!

Making her way up the rope with haste, Tasha quickly finds herself on the top, arms almost giving way. "I could've used that... at any point in my life, really.", she makes a one-sided smile, before sitting down with the sound of a cutlery cabinet falling over, before nodding at Rexandi with a sigh. "Yeah. Rest is good."

[dice=Climb, not bothering removing armour, reducing ACP as a fighter.]1d20+14-4[/ooc]

Alchemy woo!

I'm suggesting taking over the crag, as I've personally had had enough of stuff that's under other stuff, be it water, pavement, or anything else of the sort. Also, I don't have darkvision, and I do have an excellent climbing skill.

But I'm also fine with caves, if that's where the majority of people want to go!

"Do we have some rope? I can probably scale that. I'd rather not go underground... ever. Or at least today.", Tasha gives a glance at the craggy terrain, eyes stopping at the rocks. "I used to crawl in all the big buildings in Kintargo. And to sneak off to see something I didn't quite, uh, had tickets to.", she grins guiltily.

Rubbing a hand over her tired eyes, she glances down at Bazzle. "If I go first, I can try and find some nooks and crannies to attach a rope to. One of my few dubiously useful life skills."

Rubbing her eyes, Tasha greets the morning with a tangled mess of hair and a look of disappointment, before shuffling out of bed. "Just a few more days. Until we have coffee. How did Avistan work before we made contact with Vudra?", she comments tiredly as she clamps her armour's breastplate on and sheathes the shield on her back, stretching with a yawn.

"Oh, was it something we ate? I don't feel much worse. Or better, mind you.", she asks, before suggesting, "We could take it slow. If we need to slow down and gather more food, that'll be fine." And I wouldn't mind a break. Right about now... But we should push on. I hate not knowing what's happening in Kintargo.

"Oh! Right. They'd still eat it cooked.", she nods, before disappearing back into the cave, returning with a baked fish. Slowly crawling through the bushes, fish forwards, she puts the fish slowly on the ground, then moves back to stand shoulder to shoulder with Rexandi again. "Is it coming?"

Handle Animal: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Turning to Rexandi, Tasha lowers her shield. "Uhm. It's just a fox, right? Running around is what foxes do. I'd say we can give it something, but we only have berries. And they're scaredy things. Usually.", she whispers on. "Do you not see where it went? You can see in the dark, right?"

"What, Fox? I mean... they generally don't. Scaredy beasts.", Tasha replies, before grabbing her shield and rubbing her eyes. "I mean, we can just go and stare at it, that'll usually chase it away if it's a normal fox. I guess."

Shield in hand, Tasha stands up, staring at where the fox is supposed to come from.

The paths take their toll on Tasha, whose system is still far from recovered from the sea. Still, despite the woman's bulky armour, she continues to carry it with little complaint.

Sighing heavily, she stares at the cloudly skies. "I suppose now'd be the time to ask if we're there yet.", she jibes, before glancing at the trail. Worst part is, I'm out of paper., she furrows her brow, before starting to hum away one of the mermaids' more joyful songs as she puts one foot in front of the other. "Should be halfway there, shouldn't we? Never was the biggest fan of the wilderness, to be honest. Too many bugs.", she blurts out absent-mindedly, before she bites down on her gauntlet's pinky. We've been gone for, like a week. What if something happened? I've not been away from Kintargo, ever since the whole thing started.

"Oh, come on!", Tasha groans out, raising her shield and standing up from the ground, trying her best to duck away from the incoming blow. Seeing Rexandi next on the ground, she pummels straight into the second seal, shield first. "Go, Rexi, I'll cover you!", she shouts.

Turning away from the overbearing seal on her side, Tasha rushes to Rexandi's side. "Just go, they're probably not going to chase us!", she shouts, raising her shield at the glittery seal.

Withdrawing from the seal next to me, standing next to the seal in front of Rexandi, while keeping within view of the one I was previously threatening.

I just noticed that my AC is currently so low because my armour is missing half its hit points - maybe someone with Mending managed to fix it overnight with the mermaids? If not, I'll stick with the current AC.

Continuing her move on the beachside, Tasha raises her shield towards the seal on the beach between the rocks. "Come on, big buddy! Look at me and not them!", she shouts, ready to smash the hilt of her dagger in her shield in the hopes of attracting the seal's attention.

Same as before, defensively trying to draw the attention away from my squishier allies.

Raising her shield, Tasha turns back to glance at the rest. "Go, I'm covering the rear!", she shouts, as she takes a step back towards the coastline, going back into the water.

Don't know if I can ready an action to fight defensively or go for total defense, but I'm putting myself between the party and the seals as we retreat.

"Trust me, there's a lot you can do with good reach.", Tasha says to Ondisso, before quickly adding, "In combat. That is." Finally free of both her heavy armour and her fishtail atop the island, she gives Aster and Areene a wave, as she wiggles her toes, feeling the sand flowing through her toes. Toes. Funny how you miss toes.

Sighing, she turns to the Chelish man with an uneasy smile. "It's funny how things happen." Realising that her words make little sense, she continues, starting to gesticulate. "Like, I mean, life. If you'd told me, seven or eight years ago, I'd be fighting on the front lines of a rebellion to overthrow a mainland tyrant, and save a mermaid village from an underwater monster, I'd tell you to quit the pesh." Sighing, she throws a look at Ederion, Aster, Rexandi and Bazzle. "But, I turned out to have a knack for fighting, and they rescued me. And they're doing good work. Active work." Giving the team a distant wave once again, she sighs, then leans back onto the sand. Today, at least, we proved we're doing good. Even though our own slimy creature is going to be a lot tougher nut to crack. But we can.

Shrugging, she tilts up to point towards the man's chest. "Who knows, maybe you'll turn out to be a great magicia-"., she stops, before quickly correcting herself, "not that I'm saying you were a bad sailor! Just... you can help Kintargo, and Kintargo's worth helping." Eager to change the topic, Tasha points to the bloodhound on the man's thigh. "Aanyway. What's the story there?"

Once again, to reiterate - I really hope that my foot-down-the-throat didn't hurt Rexandi, me, the player, apologises for the misunderstanding.

Big sorry!

I'll get my lvl 7 up in a bit!

*facedesk*

Oh! That's definitely Tasha's internal dialogue towards herself, as she does that pretty much every time she talks to a public! Sorry! Gotta get that Cha 8 out somehow! Rexandi's worst roll is somewhere around my average, so I can't possibly comment on that, and Tasha's going to be judgy towards her own pitch first.

"About everything that you can imagine.", Tasha blurts out in response to Areene's question, before clearing his throat. "That, and the people who should be looking out for the peace actually are doing anything but. That's why we're out here doing the Order of the Torrent's job.", she adds in a cynical tone, before raising an eyebrow at the sailors' idea about moving away.

"I mean, we came here. Turns out problems have a tendency to start up when you let your place to rot and you're incapable of helping your neighbours. I mean, you can always just run away from problems, but there's the issue that there's only so much space on Golarion.", she quips. "Oh, yeah. And most of us do have family there."Mom, I will find you. As much as I'm half-certain you're somewhere keeping low with a well-off merchant, or something. She crosses her arms. "I'm here because they rescued me from those... things, and because Kintargo is nothing without the Kintargan... things. Values."

Shrugging, she nods in agreement with Rexandi, her mouth curling in a disappointed grimace at her own words. Oh, so inspirational. You sure showed them how valorous your cause is, Tasha. Sighing, she continues, but not before chuckling at Ederion's musings. "I mean, if you end up running Kintargo, I do hope you'll draw the line at physical torture. Or at least limit it for Toildays only."

At her arrival at the village, Tasha raises her eyebrows in a tired smile.

"The mermaids are very happy we have won."

Unclasping her shield and letting the current take her for a moment, Tasha blurts out, "You know, that's one of the things that transcend language... The joy of, hrm, being alive and not alone. It's powerful.", she says, before exhaling a jet of water from her nose. "Why can't I write underwater. Good words, Tasha, the best." Joining in the choir as faintly as possible, the fighter strains her memory to remember the song as it is sung, with the desire to remember that melody for the ages to come. I really need to start learning how to write music. Or, you know. Learn more useful stuff to us right now.

Giving a curious eye at Rexandi and Mother Kahli deep in conversation, she turns instead towards the motley crew of rescued landdwellers. "So, uh. I'm Tasha. I'm from Kintargo, which is sort of a hellhole at the moment. Currently, figuratively, going a bit more literally every passing day.", she adds. Am I the person who should be doing this? I mean, I am doing this. Right now.

Sheathing her dagger and starting to unclasp her plate, she continues in a slightly less faint voice. "We're a part of a group that, uhm, doesn't want that to happen. And we need people who want to help, whatever way they can. That's why we came down here. But also, if you don't want to help, that's fine too." Her gauntlet lands on her face, before she takes it off. Great motivational speech, Tasha Silvertongue. She crosses her arms. "Uh. I'll get that better in writing once we're on dry land. If you're interested, that is."

1d20 ⇒ 12

The labyrinth's walls proves a little too much for Tasha, who bites her lips and exhales loudly through her nose. Looking around, she coughs, before starting to mumble an incoherent sentence. "Well, we all start somewhere, and I've got a better grasp of... language now, and of how huma-people work, and of, you know, bodies, and I'd just learned what 'salacious' means, so I did overuse it, but I know not to do that now, so it's all good, and you don't really have to look at all that stuff, right?"

The embarrassed rambling steps aside for pure awe and disgust as Tasha enters the laboratory of horrors. "What... what do you mean she's alive? I mean I know what alive means, but-.", before stopping herself, turning to reassure Ondisso. "Well. I don't know magic, but we did kill that thing, right? And there's probably mermaids that can help with that. Or people in Kintargo. If Thrune didn't capture them all. Right?", she raises an eyebrow, before adding. "I got put in a slime a while back, and I'm okay... Am I okay?", she blurts out, panic flashing across her face for a moment. "Yeah. I'm okay. I think." Groaning, she sits down on her shield, squeezing the seawater away from her hair. "I miss the devil worshippers..."

Bluff to reassure Ondisso.: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (7) - 1 = 6

Wow, 23 posts after I'm back from work.

Coming up with something now!

Coughing out a bloody spit, Tasha's eyes open in a panic, as she sees she's still underwater. Moving as quickly as her aching body can upwards, she darts around in a panic. "..is it... over?", she groans, before seeing Ederion gouge out Menotheguro's eye from its head. "...good.", she blurts out, before slowly swimming up towards the air, her eyes catching Frida's body carried by Rillia. "I'm... sorry. I... should've been there to take the blow.", she mutters, blood trickling from her open mouth as she struggles to find her words. "I'm sorry.", she adds, before continuing upwards. Well spoken. Idiot.

Bursting out into the stale, putrid air, the remains of Menotheguro's egg floating around her, she takes a deep breath, and closes her eyes. That... that was it, right? There'll not be another one of those... things stealing people from the coastline, or the mermaids being enslaved and corrupted by its magic.

Looking towards Bazzle, Tasha's eyes clearly betray how exhausted the woman is. "Uh, sure... Can we take a minute to rest, first?"

I say we use our healing stuff, and take a look at the last room - it would make sense for us to make sure every last trace of Menotheguro is erased.

The words on Tasha's mouth try to go out, but the fighter knows to focus in peril as grave as this one. A thrashing, near-death frenzy of shield and dagger, she tries to rend Menotheguro's vicious shell to shreds.