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I got to crit with a scythe, so I'm pretty happy.

Thank you for running.

The Daemon is willing to follow the psychic.

"Lead away."

I'm okay with either waiting the night out or not

The Daemon pauses as Zeldana's sputtering. He has less than any idea of what Demon Bile is.

"So don't touch the goblins, you're saying?"

Rotting hells, Jean thinks to himself. "Five gold pieces is five gold pieces" the Daemon says brusquely, "I'd prefer to not work for free."

"Anyone have a spare bag? I'll collect the goblin ears for the bounty."

"Fear me," the Daemon says in the same monotone. He steps forward, over the body of the twitching goblin. He swings again with the scythe, fresh blood still coating it.

Scythe+bless: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 1 = 16
damage: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (4, 1) + 6 = 11

"Works for me," the Daemon says simply. He moves around the purple goblin and draws his scythe. Time to reap.

Scythe+bless: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 5 + 1 = 19
damage: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (4, 1) + 6 = 11

Taking 10 on Knowledge (local) for a 15

"This is rather direct." the Daemon deadpanned. "We should try to draw it to the barn. We might be able to scare it off if we can get the horse free."

Fort Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

"Disgusting creature," the Daemon sneers as the said creatures attempts to rip him open. Even with the wound, the Daemon's voice doesn't break into anger or fear.

He swings again at the goblin dog.

Scythe+flank+bless: 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 2 + 1 = 13
Damage: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (1, 2) + 6 = 9

The Daemon moves closer to the river bank, but does not go in. He lacks any real ability to fight whilst swimming.

Can I tell how deep the water is?

"These ones can swim fine. Let's see if they bleed," the Daemon says with a low chuckle. "You take the left, I take the right, we'll meet in the middle.

He takes a curved path to the Yellow goblin, hoping that the unusual angle will get him an advantage. marked my path with arrows to avoid attack of opportunity.

attack on yellow: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 5 + 1 = 24
damage: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (4, 2) + 6 = 12

The Daemon moves, wanting to let them come to him.

The Daemon silently ensure his kill

Coup de Grace damage: 8d4 + 24 ⇒ (1, 3, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 2) + 24 = 47

"A mistake," the Daemon rasps. He swings at the yellow goblin.

Attack roll: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 5 + 1 = 19
damage: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (1, 4) + 6 = 11

The Daemon moves to behind the bush.

I'm also fine being down 1 and also have no real buffs (the joys of level 1 and no XP)

The Daemon starts to think that he's embarrassing himself against the goblin. He shifts to the side of the creature hoping to get another angle.

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 5 + 1 = 18
damage: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (1, 3) + 6 = 10

edit : on blue

A brief snort, perhaps a chuckle, escapes through the mask as the goblin's sword snips his skin. The Midnight Daemon tries to regain his footing and take out the goblin's neck in one swoop.

Scythe Attack on Blue: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Damage: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (3, 3) + 6 = 12

if this takes out blue, the Daemon will move to flank Purple.

A rather orc-ish growl escapes from the Daemon's throat. He calmly walks forward, drawing his scythe as he does so. He swings forward at the same goblin that attempted to hit the half-elf.

Scythe attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
damage: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (1, 2) + 6 = 9

move: 15 or twenty if that hill counts as difficult terrain and draw scythe as part of the move
standard:attack with scythe on cyan goblin.
If cyan dies before my turn, I can get to pink in a move action, so I'd go to pink after.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

"I've no objection to heading out as quickly as possibly," the Daemon rasps. "We shouldn't take them lightly. Isger was nearly torn in half by these little creeps. They nearly overwhelmed Cheliax as well.

A cloaked hulking figure, its face obscured both by an featureless obsidian mask and an arching hood, wielding a scythe, tapped the end of the scythe's handle against the floor.

"No. It'll only dull our reflexes," it said flatly at the blond man.

The mask faced the mayor, "You prefer the ears or the entire head of the goblin?"