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Terpsicore will move 30' to stand near G'Boar, ready to flank the stinky one and attack. I'll move my token once I'm in front of my computer. Can't seem to do it on my iPhone!!

I'm trying to determine my movement for this round. On the map, is Taskaar basically on an exterior ledge? Or is the wall only partial?

Terpsicore howls in anguish, but calms herself as much as possible and strikes at the reptile with her trusty rapier.
Stabbity! SlashySlash!: 1d20 + 2 - 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 2 - 2 + 2 + 1 = 18
Rogue Sneak Attack Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Damage!!!!: 1d6 - 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) - 2 + 1 = 3

Fort Save: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (7) + 0 = 7
Terpsicore moans and attempts to regurgitate what little contents remain in her stomach.
"I have had ENOUGH of these stinking creatures! Scherzo, dear, are you ready for some more entertainment? I know I am!"
Terpsicore readies herself for battle and moves into flanking position with the cleric.
I can't actually move my token yet, that'll have to wait until I get home this evening! My apologies!!

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
"Oooh, how pretty! Doodler, be a dear and rapidly retrieve that jade statuette resting recumbently amid the rubbish!"
Terpsicore's mental faculties seem to be fully regained and she gestures towards the hidden treasure as she volunteers the young Harethvain for action.

Terpsicore enters the room behind G'Boar, takes quick stock of her surroundings, then clucks her tongue and harrumphs quietly, "This humidity will do NOTHING for my hair!! And don't let that creature anywhere NEAR me! I don't want warts!!"
She then catches on to G'Boar's intentions and silences her complaining, attempting to sneak along the southern wall behind him.

Terpsicore reluctantly returns the masterwork rapier to its owner and takes up Scherzo again, whispering to it, "I didn't mean it, dear friend. I was only testing out that other rapier to prove how much BETTER you are than it."

Terpsicore then prepares to go through the door, standing behind G'Boar and slightly to his right.

Happy Easter, y'all!!!

Seeing G'Boar ready himself for more combat, Terpsicore quickly kneels and places Scherzo on the ground next to the treasure chest. She then equips herself with the masterwork rapier and prepares for combat herself.
She then hesitates slightly and whispers, "Maybe we could talk to them, instead of barging through the door? I happen to be quite diplomatic when the occasion calls for it..."

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
"Well, looks like we've got the quite the haul here! I wonder what the compass is for...?"
May I equip the masterwork rapier? Or is it supposed to be treasure only?

Coughing quietly and shaking her head slowly, as if coming out of a daze, Terpsicore pats her coiffed hair, slaps her cheeks gently, and then sighs to herself, "This adventuring business is doing NOTHING for my complexion!"
Terpsicore heads toward the southern door, muttering under her breath as she walks, "That big brute had to have been guarding something..."
A thousand apologies! I've been struggling with a depressive episode, so my desire to participate in things I find enjoyable has been nonexistent! I'm on the other side of it, now!! Harethvain, it's officially your job to bug me until I post something, okay?

Terpsicore will 5' step to the southwest and attempt to slash at Green with her trusty rapier, Scherzo.
Slashity! Stabbity!: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (19) - 2 = 17
Critical Confirm: 1d20 ⇒ 4
Damage?: 1d6 - 2 ⇒ (4) - 2 = 2

I'm so sorry about not posting!! I've been struggling with some health issues that have completely sapped my motivation and desire to participate in activities that usually bring me joy. I will post my actions during my lunch break!!

Sorry for the delay in posting!
Terpsicore will 5 ft step SE through the door and prepare to flank and sneak attack any stinky creature that comes near her.

Fortitude: 1d20 ⇒ 5
Terpsicore huddles near the door, retching with as much lady-like grace as she can muster.

Terpsicore chuckles to herself as she muses aloud, "Looking for skeleton keys, are we?"
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Terpsicore shrieks in pain and outrage as the smoldering skeleton explodes.
"Thrice blasted bones!!! How DARE you go out in such a blaze of bony glory!!"

Critical Confirm: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Taking advantage of the shambling skeleton's flat-footedness, Terpsicore attempts a sneak attack on the nearest skeleton.
Sneak Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Sneak Attack Damage: 1d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + (1) = 6
"I've got a BONE to pick with you, buddy!!"

Can I attempt the lockpick again?

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
"Well, well, well... What have we here? Another door for me to work MY magic on!"
Disable Device(Lockpick): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Knowledge(Religion): 1d20 ⇒ 15
"I don't remember much, but I think these altars are dedicated to the god of magic's duality, protecting and destroying... Doodler, can you sense if there is any harmful magic here? You use magic, so surely, you can sense it!"

Masterwork silver dagger! Sorry for the delayed response, I just now remembered that we post stuff over here, too...

"Finally, I can be of some use!" Terpsicore says gleefully as she withdraws her thieves' tools from her backpack with a dramatic flourish.
Disable Device(lockpick): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Terpsicore hums to herself as she picks the lock, ending her work with a triumphant "Ta daaaaaaa!!!"

"Whatever it is, be careful! Harethvain, Kayla, what do you know of that creature?!"

I'm in position!

"I suggest we carefully examine the stairway. The rockfall might have blocked this level, as well. Once we determine the usability of the stairwell, we can explore the northern room."
Terpsicore approaches the eastern door carefully, eyes peeled for any irregularities that might signal a trap or dangerous rockslide.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 5 - 2 = 5

Appraise: 1d20 ⇒ 18
Perception: 1d20 + 6 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 6 - 2 = 19
I assume I'm still sickened? Hence the -2...
"What a lovely wall hanging. Surely that's the type of relic our employer is looking for. G'Boar, be a dearie and get that tapestry down. I'm sure it can fit in my backpack... How goes the map drawing, Doodler? And a well fought battle, Kayla, darling!!"

Terpsicore attempts to regain her composure and mumbles, "These things wouldn't know hygiene if it bit them in the BEHIND YOU!!!!"
Terpsicore ends with a yell, pointing beyond the Troglodyte in an attempt to confuse the creature and make it easier for G'Boar to attack.
Bluff: 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 7 - 2 = 13

Fortitude: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (4) + 0 = 4

Terpsicore gags and kneels close to the floor, clutching Scherzo in a white-knuckled grip. She then attempts to sneak attack the closest creature.

Sneak Attack: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (13) - 2 = 11 Sneak Attack Damage?: 1d6 ⇒ 3 Damage?: 1d6 - 2 ⇒ (3) - 2 = 1

*Googles Pirate Spider

Terpsicore shrieks in terror. Wildly brandished Scherzo at the doodler, she cries, "Don't you DARE!"

Terpsicore will get into flanking position across the other side of the door from G'Boar.
Terpsicore gestures for the others to be quiet, as she leans in close to the door to try and hear movement in the room beyond.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Gotcha! I thought that was an awful lot of numbers to spell out...

"Doodler, dearie, there's only the one other door. I believe you might have mistaken this room for the one we just occupied. Perhaps you could create a map of the tower for us as we go along? Would be good to document where we've been and what we've encountered."
Terpsicore attempts to reassure the half-elf that, while mistaken about their location, he can still provide the group with a very valuable asset: a map.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 2 + 1 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 1 + 2 + 1 + 3 = 15

Survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

"Let me know if there's a lock that needs picking. I've had to perfect that particular art over the years."
Disable Device: 1d20 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 2 + 3 = 18

"I vote we go to the south. There will hopefully be fewer spiders there," Terpsicore states as she stalks around the room carefully, searching for traps.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Climb Check: 1d20 + 0 - 1 ⇒ (11) + 0 - 1 = 10
Terpsicore elects to climb last, doing so rather ungracefully. By the time she reaches the top of the rubble heap, her hair is falling out of its bun, her face is flushed with exertion, and her temper is even more foul than before.

She reaches into her backpack and fishes out her grooming kit, mumbling to herself, "No one told me this adventuring business would cause such ... dishevelment!!"

Terpsicore attempts to remedy her current bedraggled state. Beautify!: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Andy, this is just for fun. I have the feeling that Terpsicore would be ... less than pleased at looking unkempt!

Terpsicore peers around the rubble-strewn room, searching for another way to proceed.
Perception: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 2 + 1 + 3 = 20
"Maybe we can get through here...?"

Fortitude: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
"My thanks again, Kayla, for your healing and support. I'm ashamed to say that my smooth talking does no good against creepy crawly creatures!

Fortitude: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (7) + 0 = 7
"Kill it, kill it, KILL IT!!!"

and the number Gods apparently hate me and love Matt...

Terpsicore shrieks in fury as she continues to struggle against the physical restraint of the web and the psychological fear that is threatening to push her over the edge into panicked hysteria. "Kill it! I don't care how, just kill it!!!!"

Terpsicore struggles to escape the web, mumbling to herself, "It just HAD to be SPIDERS, didn't it??? May each and every one of its kind be damned 8 times, once for each disgusting leg!!!"
Escape Artist: 1d20 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 - 1 = 2

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

I shall have my rapier, Scherzo, at the ready. I also have a lamp, if necessary.

Single-file, I'll go second? Hopefully behind G'Boar... Two by two, I'll stick near the healer, thank you very much!

Heaving a sigh of relief, Terpsicore takes a good look at her still slightly injured leg. "My thanks to you, Kayla, for the healing. And you, doodler, for distracting the mongrels. Let us learn from this to be a bit more cautious in our exploring. Who knows what other dangers lurk ahead."
Terpsicore peers around the group, looking for immediate threats, Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

*dies laughing*

*hopes she doesn't actually die*

Letting loose a stream of expletives, Terpsichore again attempts to stab at the cur who has left her bloodied and limping badly.
Stabbity: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 141d6 + 0 ⇒ (5) + 0 = 5
She then 5' steps to the south, shouting at the doodler, A little help, or were you going to commemorate my death with a drawing, instead?!?