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"If we do get screwed over, we have an entire shipment of weapons on our hands, and somebody is going to pay for them one way or another."

"Wow you folks ask way too many questions. If I did that back in my old profession you'd be talking to my ghost, if I was lucky enough that they didn't kill that too. Money's good. We are otherwise screwed. Not a lot of options here that I can see."

"How is this for a 'good choice', Rhonda?"

Plasma Bolter, Tactical (with Combat Tracking: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
E+F: 1d10 ⇒ 10

"How are you going to learn to make good choices if I do everything for you myself?"

Pepin sets to work with his cleaver, saving the best bits of the dark mantles for the Queen.

"Let's lock these maudite pinkskins out of their own fort! And kill any that are left and rob them blind!"

"Try not to ruin the meat! These are a delicacy in Galt!"

Pepin targets 1 and 3 with an electric arc.

Microwave on High (Electric Arc) Reflex DC18: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

He then tosses fire at whichever one looks the most hurt.

Hot Sauce Toss (Elemental Toss): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24 
Fire Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

"Yeah yeah Rhonda, I know. Bad news but hey, organized crime has to be better than the disorganized crime I got up to in the past, right?"

Angel guards the shipment.

"Message sent. Advise caution, Captain. I will accompany Angel to make sure everyone stays safe, and makes the right.... choices. Not that anyone listens to me."

Pepin brings some supplies from Galt, carefully sealed and wrapped, as we depart.

When we arrive, he places the stinkiest cheese anyone could imagine in strategic places around the fort. It is enough to make the eyes water and turn the stomach of anyone not from Galt.

Cooking Lore: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Hero Point?

Cooking Lore: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Pepin makes a fish gumbo for the Queen, adding a little "je ne sais quoi" into the spicy stew.

Cooking Lore: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 6 + 1 = 24

Pepin sets to work using leftover scales and other fish parts from the kitchen. He builds a monstrous "fish" lure with large eyelashes and bright red lips that he dubs "Mrs Swimmy".

"If this doesn't attract his attention, nothing will.

Deception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Chompy shuffles into the room. The sloshing of his latest meal as he waddles forward causes him to belch forth the half dissolved corpse of a giant rat.

"Sacre bleu! Run for your lives!"

Cooking Lore: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Hero Point: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

"Oh this undercooked centipede meat mixed in with their stew will have them WISHING they were dead."

And these cloth lanterns can double for our wisps in the woods when the time is right.

Deception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

"We could set some traps and scare them towards them with trickery in the night. Maybe it is time to build some spooky wisps? These dunces will take the bait!"

"Please forgive me your imperious majesty! The imbecile who will replace me as acting head chef did not even know how to destink the rat meat and needed a thorough tongue lashing! I beg your forgiveness."

You all know Pepin le Beouf by his pinkskin name, given to him while he lived among them in the distant land of Galt. His volatile temper and abuse of assistants is generally tolerated as he is known for his culinary creations despite his extremely limited supplies.

He is also known as a skilled sorcerer of fire magic, although it is usually seen in the service of making flaming desserts for the Queen.

"Yes the terrible truth is out. You have somehow cheated death and the natural order of things. How will you atone to the Lady of Graves?"

Kralgang seethes in silence. His companions so readily accept a sigil reputed to allow souls to escape the judgement of Pharasma. An abomination, but solving this mystery may require some temporary risks and compromises, and he has no right to determine the actions of others, no matter how reprehensible their choices may be.

He orders a tea and sips it quietly.

Kralgang's attention is drawn by the doll.

"Mortals are all alone in the end. Perhaps she has gone to the Boneyard, and could no longer reach you?. It is not a fate to be feared. It is inevitable."

"My apologies for not recognizing you Haggra. Through countless lives I have met many and lost many. Sometimes those who are living and those who are dead swim too close together in my memories. I am glad to see you are still here."

Randy hopes that this assignment will finally require a wrestling specialist.

I don't know what ??? is in the initiative block but it is bound to lead to profit!

Randy stares into space, as if speaking to a camera.

"Remember kids, physical fitness is no joke, even if you are made of metal and plastic. Don't do drugs and stay in school, just like Rowdy Randy!"

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Graaxyn casts Lay on Hands on himself. 12hp back

"Though suffering is a blessing, I think I am needed here."

He swings his War Flail into the horde.

Whump!: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28
Bludgeoning Damage: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Positive Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

He swings again!

Whump!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Bludgeoning Damage: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Positive Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Holy hell, at least I can roll to hit even if I can't get more than a 4 on skills and saves!

Taken down by a shot from the Graaxy Gnoll.

"I have horrendous allergies to cats. Someone please feed that thing."

"I would be happy to discuss the horrors of the world that we have witnessed and how their existence is a slight on the divine purpose of the Lady of Graves.... and we can consume some sustenance if it pleases everyone to do so."

Now THAT is a Pharasmin party.

Kralgang takes careful aim at Bat #2.

Devise a Strat: 1d20 ⇒ 6

Free recall knowledge with Known Weaknesses: Society: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

"They are vulnerable to silver! I have just the thing!"

Kralgang quickly makes up a tincture of Silversheen and applies it to Rixette's weapon.

"I have lived many lives and travelled the world far and wide and learned many different cultures have many different reasons for declaring heroism and beliefs about what will earn them a prestigious position in the afterlife (he proceeds to site several obscure examples at length). In the end, such mortal arrogance all comes to nothing, as only the Lady of Bones may judge your worth when all is said and done, and she cares not for your wishes and dreams."

Society: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17

"It's ok! We have a man on the inside!"

Devise a Stratagem: 1d20 ⇒ 12

Amour tries to help his odds by Feinting against the creature.

Deception: 1d20 + 30 ⇒ (10) + 30 = 40

He then slashes the creature.

Attack=12+31=43 possibly vs flat footed if feint succeeded.

Damage: 3d6 + 6 ⇒ (4, 6, 2) + 6 = 18
Precision: 5d6 ⇒ (3, 5, 5, 5, 4) = 22
Electricity (bypasses Resistance): 1d6 ⇒ 4
Good: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Plus weakness to good and 1d6 bleed.

Amour takes out that Aligned Oil (good) he purchased and applies it to Shard's Fauchard.

He then takes out a second Aligned Oil (good) that he also purchased.

"Well I can't say I have much experience with this, but I did manage to remove that little alarm they put on my cottage when I decided to prematurely cancel the "retirement" those fools at the academy had planned for me. Retirement! I am still in my prime!"

Thievery to disarm: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

"I would be careful with that door or you will be in for the shock of a lifetime, much like that time when I accidentally stumbled into the Sultan's "personal dungeon".. but never mind, we have no time for the memories of a... middle-aged man."

"Fight them off with pizzazz, young knight! Why I saw far worse mosquitoes on my expedition to the Mwangi Expanse. One even carried off my mount while I was making tea..."

Diplomacy to Aid Precious Thimble: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19

He gets too distracted with his tale and moves forward anyway, doing his best to cut the creature off of his young protégé.

Concealment: 1d20 ⇒ 7

Slash with the Aldori Duelling Sword: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

He nearly decapitates Precious Thimble in the process.

Amour coughs and spits up a bit of blood.

Flat Check to Stabilize: 1d20 ⇒ 18

"We are here from the gov.., err the Pathfinder Society, and we are here to help! I could not find your stables, so you will find my horse Bucephalus is out front."

"Understood. We will be the essence of diplomacy and tact, though I may wish to inquire after the donation I made to the museum many years ago, and whether it is yet on display? A rare Linnorm tusk from the farthest reaches of the North, in fact. Believe me it is not an easy task to pry one loose, much less when the beast was engaged in the act of congress with another Linnorm at the time."

The Grand Marshall stares wistfully off into the middle distance.

Deception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

Amour raises a hand to ask these creatures for patience and carefully digs for a scroll he purchased earlier. If permitted, he casts a Comprehend Languages, heightened to 4th level, to allow all of us to speak their foul language.

Amour uses a hero point!

Thievery: 1d20 + 30 ⇒ (17) + 30 = 47

"If there are any further hidden clues to be found here, I will find them! Please give me a moment."

Amour searches through all of the notes and papers with surprising speed, looking for any detail we may have missed.

Amour uses Glean Contents, Legendary Codebreake, Red Herring, Schooled in Secrets, That's Odd and Thorough Research as appropriate to see if there is anything more to learn here.

Karianamu addresses the spiders in their language.

"Cousins and friends. I am a visitor to your home. I promise we will not stay longer than we need to. My soft and meaty friends here are very large and clumsy and may damage your webs and ruin days of hard work through their ignorance and gracelessness. I would like to help to make sure that doesn't happen."

"Can you tell me what passages there are leading from this room that my large and ponderous friends can squeeze through? Are there any dangers to their kind here like other monstrosities to rival their own repulsive selves? Surely it is better to warn us so that I can stop them from wandering into your webs as they scour this place for food and treasures?"

Deception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

"We must save our strange friend. It is time for action!"

Karianamu transforms into a long legged spider and strides forward, biting the foul tasting but thankfully well-salted giant undead.

Chomp: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Piercing Bite: 1d6 ⇒ 2

"I suggest we search this area and see if we can learn anything about this device."

His clothes shift and his voice gets deeper.

"Where do our enemies hide? Show yourselves, cowards, and face a warrior who has travelled far to defeat you! I grow impatient with this exploration and skulking in shadows!"

"It is only because I have found you all so trustworthy and welcoming that I was comfortable revealing my true form. Please keep this between us."

Karianamu shifts back into his human persona.

"I agree with seeing Calisro next. Perhaps next time I will spend less time in the front lines."

"A victory like this calls for a song...."

"Keep this up and you will meet my ancestor Chaga. He is much less forgiving and does not like goblins."

Karianamu casts Shield, readying to block the first attack that hits him.

His legs and arms then stretch horrifically as he transforms into a dark black spider with enormously long legs (Change Shape).

He scuttles up the stairs toward the goblin archers, menacing them from in close.

Inspired by her own lingering song, Maggie scrambles forward to attack.

"There is more than one way to heal yourself!"

She casts Vampiric Touch on Hound 1.

Basic Fort DC21: 6d6 + 1 ⇒ (6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6) + 1 = 37

Amour directs the flaming sphere to burn the golem again, keeping it slow.

He then looks for an opening.

Devise a Stratagem: 1d20 ⇒ 20

Seeing his chance, he moves in to crit this irritating foe, flanking with Miloban!

+2 Greater Striking Greater Shock Wounding Sword Cane

Attack=Nat 20+31= 51 to hit

Damage:: 3d6 + 6 + 5d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (1, 4, 1) + 6 + (4, 5, 2, 3, 1) + (4) = 31

Doubled for crit!

5d6 is precision, 1d6 is electrical (bypasses resistance), attack bypasses 5 points of resistance.

He then moves back to the corner using the haste action.

The pressure is on, and Amour knows he must come up with a plan!

Think, Amour! Think!

Devise a Stratagem: 1d20 ⇒ 19

Now we are cooking with gas!

+2 Greater Striking Greater Shock Wounding Sword Cane

Attack=19+30= 49 to hit

Damage:: 3d6 + 6 + 5d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 6) + 6 + (1, 6, 4, 3, 4) + (1) = 36

5d6 is precision, 1d6 is electrical (bypasses resistance), attack bypasses 5 points of resistance.

He then backs off, knowing he can't take many more hits like that.

Good clean fun. Thanks for running!