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Oops! Boon roll. Day job is in discussion 1d20 ⇒ 10

Reflex 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

"Your minions fall and your magic fails you!" Tikrit says as he leaves the greased area and advances up to her. He casts a spell and with a blade sparkling with frost, slashes at her.

Spellstrike to cast Frostbite, provoking AoO. Swift to activate Arcane Strike. 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
Crit confirm 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
1d8 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
1d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 nonlethal, and she is fatigued
1d8 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13 crit damage
1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9 nonlethal crit

Tikrit advances and adds his blade to Fitz's attack on the closest thug, his blade flashing with light.

Swift to enhance sword with +1, 1/3 Arcane Points used
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24
1d8 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

I have to bow out of the next one, unfortunately. I've been a bit busy to keep up on so many games.

"I think the casual approach is best. Let us conceal these rescued men out of sight of the boat, approach, and then put her at our mercy before demanding an explanation." Tikrit says. "If she refuses to comply, then we will resort to violence."

Craft: Calligraphy
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Tikrit casts a spell, electricity arcs from his free hand to his blade, and he advances cautiously. "The creature can do naught but spit webs at us?" he says.

Assuming it's been more than a minute since he last used his wand.

Tikrit flicks his wrist and his wand of Shield drops into his hand. He activates it and advances.

Current AC 19

Tikrit, his sword grasped in one hand, nods to the others and leads the way with Fitz.

Tikrit flexes his left wrist and a wand drops from his sleeve. He activates it, causing a shield of force to appear before him before fading from view. "Well, then. Let us expose this hidden puppeteer." he says, nodding to Fitzpatrick. He draws his Katana and begins to advance cautiously.

Advance by using 1 move action and then spending a standard to ready an attack if an enemy comes within reach. Repeat as necessary.

"Look!" Tikrit says, his tone concerned, but he places his hand on his sword hilt. "Poz and I will check on him, the rest of you be ready incase it's a trap." he says softly to the other Pathfinders.

Tikrit chuckles. "The Search for the Barren Wasteland. Chapter 4. Our heroes walk some more..." he says. "You're right, it isn't very exciting."

Marching order works for me.

"Onwards, then! Well fought, friends, and well searched." Tikrit says.

Tikrit spends some time extracting himself from the webs restraining him while others search. Finally when he is free he joins the rest and looks over the finds, including the ledgers. "I do not speak this language, but perhaps I can try to make some sense of it. I wish I had remembered to purchase a scroll of Comprehend Languages."

Linguistics roll 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Now that the spider is next to him, Tikrit turns his blade on it instead of its webs. "You will regret snaring a Dragon!" he says as he swings.

Swift to use Arcane Strike 1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 7 - 2 = 7
1d8 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Sorry guys. Bunch of stuff happened to me in the last couple weeks and just now starting to get things back on an even keel.

With one spider dead, Tikrit tries to cut himself free with his blade.

Damage the webs? 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

"Now you're facing the Dragon!" Tikrit says, his sword flashing as he steps around the pirate and slashes it in a terrifying swing.

5ft so I'm flanking with Fitz, Swift to enhance sword with Arcane Pool, standard to attack using Spellstrike 2 handed.
1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25
1d8 + 4d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + (4, 5, 3, 4) + 5 = 22

Tikrit, surprised by the attackers, takes a blow from one, but a heartbeat later he is whipping his Katana from its sheath and shifting back on his heels. He mutters an arcane phrase and electricity arcs from his hand to the blade of his weapon.

Move to draw weapon. 5ft step back (can't move myself right now as I am on my phone). Standard to cast Shocking Grasp.

Tikrit laughs and nods. "Our reputation precedes us! Luckily we are better regarded here in Avistan than back home in Tian Xia." he says. "I'd be happy to show you a few moves, Turac. A fine looking weapon you have there."

To Fitzpatrick, he says, "You'd call my style a Skirmisher. I strike hard with the power of my magic melded with my blade, but don't expect me to stand toe to toe with the foe."

"Ah! A student of the Arcane!" Tikrit says. "My humble scribbling are yours to peruse at your leisure."

Buy a couple scrolls. One of Shocking Grasp, one of Frostbite.

"Tikrit, Magus of the School of Sky." the Tengu says. "Pleased to meet you. I am trained in the art of arcane swordsmanship and can call upon a modest repertoire of spells to aid us." he continues with a bow. "I am also something of a linguist."

Checked in to Bravo's thread!

A Tengu in dark blue traveling clothes leans against a chaise. A simple scabbard holds an long curved blade of Tian make on one hip. A book in a leather case hangs at the other. "And may we see this tome which you are offering in exchange for the Society's aid?" he says with a tilt of his avian head.

Thanks very much Shifty!

Level 3! Woohoo!

Hey guys, sorry I haven't posted. Had a super-busy weekend and now am having some PC issues that I'm trying to resolve. I'll try to get back to normal posting schedule ASAP.

Tikrit trills an odd cry as he steps back drops his wand, activates the scroll in his hand and draws his blade.

5ft back, free to drop wand, standard to activate scroll, move to draw Katana

Which way is East on the map?

Tikrit steps up next to Kaneko and draws his wand, refreshing his Shield.

Tikrit stands ready with his second scroll of Shocking Grasp in his hand.

It's +3 for a CMW potion

Day Job: Craft; Calligraphy 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Tikrit picks out the scroll and tucks it into his scrollcase. "More Shadow Lodge agents." he says. "Where to next?"

Actually, my AC is 19 currently. :>

Yep, shift the attack to her please.

Tikrit slips up into the space vacated by Grim and with his Katana lighting up with electricity, he swings at the man.

Katana with Shocking Grasp 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
1d8 + 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (2) + (3) + 5 = 10 damage.

I'm good either way.

Tikrit triggers his spring-loaded wrist sheath and uses his wand of Shield, drops it, and moves into the room, behind one of the tables.

Swift activate Wrist Sheath, Standard use wand, free drop wand, move to G4. Current AC 19

Tikrit nods at Grim's suggestion, following orders for now.

At a Con this weekend where I will be running some games, so may not be posting much.

Tikrit nods quickly and moves to the side of the door D5, readying a scroll.

Yeah, I can't reach any of the others.

That was the one I attacked, I think. :)

Tikrit drops his wand and advances into the room, drawing his Katana. With a shrill cry, his blade shimmers and he strikes two-handed.

Free to drop wand, Swift to activate Arcane Pool, Move to D7, Standard to attack 2-handed. 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Confirm Crit 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
2d8 + 10 ⇒ (3, 7) + 10 = 20

Tikrit activates his spring-loaded wrist sheath to retrieve his wand of Shield and summons the protective magic of the spell. "Let's show those Goblins what for." he whispers.

Shield. Current AC 19

Tikrit sheathes his Katana and follows the others inside, drawing a scroll as he does so. "This is their headquarters?" he says with disdain.

Give the potions to Kish and Grim to start.

Tikrit moves back to the side of the building by the East doors and draws his Katana. "Heal quickly." he says in a whisper.

Tikrit drops to the ground and draws a small packet from a pouch at his belt. He mutters something and holds the packet up. It disappears in a puff of mist, then a pale blue ooze bubbles up from the ground beneath the Scorpion.

Cast Grease beneath the Scorpion. DC 13 Reflex or fall prone. Squares are difficult terrain. If a creature moves in the grease, they have to make a DC 10 Acrobatics check to move. If they fail by 5 or more they have to make a Reflex save or fall.

Tikrit tries to follow down the rope, making slow but steady progress.

Climb, getting 15ft down the rope. 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

"It might be a good time for you to use that potion." Tikrit says.

"Kishara go next." Tikrit says. "Then Yhen, myself, and Mandrak bring up the rear."