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Doughlas's ray misses the mark.

There's an additional -4 penalty for firing into a melee without the Precise Shot feat. That's in addition to any bonus for cover.

Will save (protection from good, hypnotic stare): 1d20 + 5 + 2 - 2 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 2 - 2 + 5 = 12
Will save (2nd save from protection from good, morale bonus, hypnotic stare): 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 2 - 2 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 2 + 2 - 2 + 5 = 19 Charm person suppressed.

"YOU DARE!" the figure shouts in apoplectic fury at Ramachandra. "WATCH NOW AS YOUR FRIENDS DIE FOR YOUR TEMERITY!"

The figure touches the strange amulet* at their neck utters a quick prayer.

will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

"Err what? NO!"

Dazed.

"Cur! Prepare to die!" Hooded figure withdraws from the fighting to stand behind her comrades.

Tathane edges close to the edge of the mist where he can get a look at the four people standing there.

"Don't want to talk, huh?" Suddenly the mist is gone and the speaker is revealed as a hooded and cloaked figure holding a black-bladed shortsword. "Ledford, loosen their tongues--Well it seems we won't have to go far...."

The figure laughs wickedly at the unexpectedly revealed Tathane.

She takes a step closer and stabs forward.

shortsword v Tathane: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14 damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Tathane dodges aside.

Edited from previous posting

"Alone at last. Now friends you will forgive me for being so familiar, but it seems like I know you all so well now--hand over the box. For that matter your weapons, magical accoutrements, and armor as well." says the voice. "I shan't ask a second time."

Her fellows take up more defensive postures.

"What temples of Norgorber?"

Fort save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

The threatening figure coughs and sputters and then suddenly goes stiff. "ACK! Curses! If it hadn't been for your--" *THUD!* The woman collapses in a heap before she can finish.

Will save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Uh oh! Well two out of three ain't bad.

"KILL. ALL. OF. YOU...." she seethes.

Grammatically speaking, a '20% miss chance' is always a roll of 1-20 on a d100. Now if concealment offered an '80% hit chance'....

Keandre lands a solid blow on the woman making her call out in pain.

"YOU DARE!!"

"Very well. Then you will all die in this alleyway!"

Enraged herself, the hooded figure lunges out of the fog at Keandre with a long knife stabbing him deep in his side.

20% miss chance: 1d100 ⇒ 85 short sword v Keandre: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21 damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
THREAT!
confirm?: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16 additional damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Someone the crazy-eyed woman is tittering somewhere in the mist behind her.

"Ledford! Come back here you fool! --Idiot!"

"Give me the box! Decide now, or I'll command Ledford to kill you all!"

"Ledford you fool! Get back here!"

"Y-you cannot shake our resolve! Give us the box!"

"And then there were but three."

"Two."